Demis Roussos - Il mago dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
The Magician
I wish I were a magician, and I would fill that void
in those gazes that have already seen everything.
I wish I were a magician to delete the greyness
of this reality with a blue pencil.
I would light up the sky with one thousand and one star,
I would warm up the heart of those who have no compassion,
I would put some suns in each cathedral,
and would play a music that never ends.
I wish I were a magician, I would reopen the shop windows
and to the kids I would say: the town is yours.
I wish I were a magician in the autumn that’s falling,
I would bring the wind of the summer that’s inside us.
And all the days, you know, I would make diamonds
out of the tears that a child gives me.
And then, if you want, I will take up arms,
on the doors of nothing I will stop the winter.
And I will be a magician if you’ll come to me in the sleep
that sleeps deep inside me and scares me.
And I will be a magician if you’ll tell me: I love you.
Sometimes from a fool a king can spring out.
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2024.11.08.
Rubles worth nothing
(I want no K G B)
Look at them Russians, that’s not how you do it
They bomb their neighbors into smithereens
That ain’t workin’, that’s not how you do it
Rubles worth nothing and their press ain’t free
Now, that ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
For someone smart, he is acting dumb.
If it’s true you want to make some renovations
Don’t bomb the place to Kingdom Come
Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
See the great Vladimir riding bareback for the papers
What a photo opportunity!
He won’t let his people see the cities he’s been bombing
They won’t hear that he wrecked their economy
Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
I should’a learned to work the Kremlin
I should’a learned to be Putin’s friend
Make myself a couple hundred million dollars
And hope he doesn’t shoot me in the end
And he’s gone nuts. What’s this? Ukraine invasion?
Destruction of their cities and their industry?
Oh, this ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
Now your ruble’s worth nothing and their press ain’t free
Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
Now this ain’t workin’, not the way you do it
This killing ain’t a good strategy
This ain’t work-in’! This ain’t how you do it.
Seen as a failure by posterity!
Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
2024.11.08.
Bodiam Sky
always remember the two of us dreaming a world
we can dream to the end
sun coming up in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never change
or forget how it is to be young and in love
at the edge and alive
holding each other together forever and promising
never to die
or forget how it feels to be sealed with a kiss
in this dream of a world
at the edge of it all
sun going down in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never fall
or forget how this world is now
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming to the end
how this world is found
in love at the edge
young and alive and forever in the sun
how this world is ours
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
dreaming
together
forever
2024.11.07.
Where's my head going?
I've forgotten everything I once loved.
And I have nothing left to look forward to
I don't want anything, and I don't want to hear your voice
I've lost my strength
Sober thoughts, tired body
I'm so sleepy
A hard morning and a hundred tries to make sense of it all.
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
I can't sleep again till morning
I've got a lot on my mind
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
Where's my head going?
2024.11.07.
Art for 100 (skit)
All my hopes are in shreds
Hundreds of empty dreams
I want so much to believe it's not serious
I can run away from the sun
Or hide from the rain
But no matter how hard I try
I can't run away from myself