A keresés eredménye oldal 29

Our Lady of Soccer

It's a drug that mixes sweat and incense
to help you close your eyes and get rid of your troubles
the candles and the match, the prayer cards and the flags
it's a mystical extasis that steals your heart.
A nation prays the Holy Lady
they need a guide and ask for protection
to the one who sees and gives and protects from trouble
Our Lady of Soccer.
 
Everything stands still, sleeps, all is quiet tonight
it's a soft drug and one forgets their past
full of thieves and thugs, fat asses and con men
when the priest arrives all is forgiven
and the hooded man lights a candle
and smiles for the TV people
watch and buy and worship your God!
Our Lady of Soccer.
 
It's a scandal, the defender has knocked down the midfielder
the crowd is excited by a stunning dribbling
a bow to the replay and a Pater Noster for the penalty
and at the end everyone is ready to join the procession
and the hooded man leads the march
he wrote a new article of the Constitution:
watch and pray for Our Lady
watch and buy for Our Lady
watch and vote for Our Lady
Our Lady of Soccer.
 

It's You I Love

The morning loves the light of the day
And the night loves to be with the moon
The song loves its melody
And luck loves its fortune
 
Kings love their castles
The soldier loves his rifle
The stars love to shine
The beer loves its barrel
 
Language loves its idioms
And the rain loves the clouds
The perfume loves the aroma
What goes down loves what goes up
 
The stomach loves its food
The future loves its seer
The sailboat loves what the wind brings
The path loves its destiny
Everybody here loves something - but
 
It's you I love, you, you, you, you
It's you I love, you, you, you, you
But it's you I love, you, you, you, you
But I love you, you, you, you, you
 
The billy goats love their does
Histories love tales
Books love words
Ideas love thoughts
 
Painters love colors
Summer loves the sun so much
Bees love flowers
Rice loves its bean
 
Thieves don't love robbing
Life loves staying alive
Lungs love breathing
Those below love going up
 
Verse loves its poet
Freshwater loves dolphins
The galaxy loves its planets
And the end wants to finish
Everybody here loves something - but
 
It's you I love, you, you, you, you
It's you I love, you, you, you, you
But it's you I love, you, you, you, you
But I love you, you, you, you, you
 
Eyes love viewing the scenery
Lions love their jungle
Backs love their massages
And the return loves coming back
 
The peasant loves his machete
Our body loves its skeleton
The stuffed animal loves to be squeezed
Silence loves its secret
 
Breakfast loves its coffee
Darkness loves its lantern
Believers love to have faith
Adventures love to have legs
 
I don't need to have everything
I'm moving although the world is still
I learned to walk with my elbows
But with you I feel complete
You, you
You, you
 
It's you I love, you, you, you, you
It's you I love, you, you, you, you
But it's you I love, you, you, you, you
But I love you, you, you, you, you
 
It's you I love, you, you, you, you
It's you I love, you, you, you, you
But it's you I love, you, you, you, you
But I love you, you, you, you, you
 

Eden (like the garden of Eden, or paradise)

What just happened will not happen again
We escaped from the hands of the soul in that place
You were a blue sky in a gray storm
A sunrise, a reflection, a memory of yesterday
 
But I was wrong!
I just wanted to go back to where everything was fine
where I was a hostage (in) of your skin
So leave now (get out of here), if you only come for pleasure
You're not going to play me
Walk calmly through the Eden of lust and loneliness
 
I promised to break everything once and for all
no going back
not to fall (prey) to words that make me dream
I was carried away by loneliness
by you smooth skin
your glance with crystal tears
 
But I was wrong!
I just wanted to go back to where everything was fine
where I was a hostage (in) of your skin
So leave now, if you only come for pleasure
You're not going to play me
Walk calmly through the Eden of lust and loneliness
 
We won't go back to touch again like before
in the same hotel room as always
you knew that this was coming and you didn't care
like a coward disguised as (someone) brave
 
Now, you and me are (nothing) nobody
all that is left is a song remembered
You believed without me your world would shine
You distanced me while our time burned...oooohhhhh....
 
But I was wrong!
I just wanted to go back to where everything was fine
where I was a hostage (in) of your skin
So leave now, if you only come for pleasure
You're not going to play me
Walk calmly through the Eden of lust and loneliness
 

It Wasn't An Island

Like a wounded dragon,
Like small islet
Dancing on the sea...
She is a gorgon:
Alexander The Great's sister,
Who grieves with a scream
That moves storms!
 
She floods lands with delirium!
She floods lands with delirium!
She floods lands with delirium!
 
She floods lands with delirium
And it doesn't stop until all of them are free!
She floods lands with delirium
Near Crete...
 
She floods lands with delirium!
She floods lands with delirium!
She floods lands with delirium...!
 

Since I Went To Jail

The Earth revolved around the Sun ten times since I went to jail.
If you ask it: 'aint no thang, it's a microscopic time.'
If you ask me: 'ten years of my life...'
 
I used to have a lead pencil when I go to jail.
I've finished up it in one week.
If you ask it: 'It's whole life for it.'
If you ask me: 'never mind, just one or two week.'
 
Osman who have go to jail for seven and half year because of murder get out of prison.
He stay out for a while. Then he have went to jail again because of smuggling, he stayed 6 month in here and got out again.
Yesterday a letter come from him, he had married, he will have a child in spring.
 
Now the children which had turned ten years old when I went to jail ten years ago.
And rickety foals with long leg when I went to jail,
Became large mares.
But olive trees are still saplings, still child.
 
New squares had opened in my distant city since I went to jail.
And my household reside in a street I don't know, a house I haven't see.
 
Bread was very soft and white in year which I went to jail.
Then rationing started, people killed each other in here for tiny and dark ration.
Now (bread) is free again, but it's tasteless and dark.
 
The Second (WW) hadn't start when I went to jail.
Hadn't start crematoriums in Dachau concentration Camp, Hadn't nuke to Hiroshima.
 
Time bleeded like killed child's blood.
Then they dropped the subject, now American dollar talking about The Third (WW)
 
But sun rise up after all, since I went to jail.
And 'They got strength from earth and straighten up slowly' nearly.
 
The Earth revolved around the Sun ten times since I went to jail.
And I'm saying again sultrily, I'm composed for them: 'They are too many like the ant in earth, like fish in the sea, like the birds in the air and they are coward, brave, ignorant, wise and child. And they can make make someone rue the day he was born, they are the creator. Speaks of only their adventures in our songs.'
Other everything is insignificant - like my ten years passing in jail...
 

Popeye Popeye

Everyone, everyone, everyone, gather round! My name is Popeye
Nice guy
The name of the beautiful mama at the gay bar who looks good with a beard is Popeye
High heels
 
We're dancing to become the best dance team in the world, Popeye
Jazz dance
A side dish next to a boutique for gaudy old ladies, Popeye
A spark of drama
 
For me it's a truly happy paradise
People say it's hellish
A strange old man naked as a baby
 
The thoughts in the sweatshirt that my mother sent Popeye
I couldn't throw away
Attacking mountain passes in drooping sunglasses, the street racing Popeye
Everyone jumped
 
One morning I was inspired
To get a tattoo on my arm
It washed off in the bath
A strange old man in sexy lingerie
 

Inside You (Outside Of The World)

Stories of young guys in the cities
Angels with no job
Debts debts with reality
What will we do, me and you?
 
And the world spins around businesses
Around financiers, around new kings
I want living of dreams and colors
And this life that is not there
 
I seek it inside you
Outside of the world
Inside you
In your depth ...
Night
Inside you
I hidden myself
Inside you ...
One inside the other yet loving
Inside you
 
Break out the dancers on Saturday
Streets are on fire
Bad songs, new poems
Scream inside us
 
And the world spins around women and motors
A fashion Indianapolis
We need to live with the soul out
In this amazing electroshock ...
 
Instead, inside you
There is another world
Inside you
In your depth ...
There is a new sun inside you
That is being born, my love
Inside you
I live while I'm dying ...
 
Inside your lips of sweet lies
Inside your soul and its melancholy
Inside this being happy that is not there
One inside the other loving
Inside you
 

See You Tomorrow!

Well, see you tomorrow!
A small promise, exchanging smiles
 
Occasionally I feel depressed, and there are also things that are about to break me
Instead of complaining, I just grip my fist
 
No need to say anything because I'll understand
There is also that kind of days but it's all right, that's why it's okay to run, roll and climb over it
 
The sinking setting sun, piercing my heart, the usual way back home
Well, see you tomorrow!
A small promise, exchanging smiles
 
Always reckless, I just live honestly
My happiness is about meeting friends I want to protect and think of
 
Overreach myself, endure myself, until I shape my form
Accepting myself as is, that's why it's okay to smile more or cry
 
In the twilight city, walking side by side, the usual way back home
Well, see you tomorrow!
A small promise, exchanging smiles
 
Because I don't want to see the crying faces of my family, friends and important people
I'll become stronger, stronger than today
 
The gentle wind, grazing my cheek, the usual way back home
Well, see you tomorrow!
A small promise, because I will always be here waiting
 
Always always always
Surely surely surely
Always always always
 

Eternal Happiness

There's so much I want to say
Want so very much to give you eternal happiness
To the one who succeeds
 
I would never stop here
Because the longing urges me away
The bottom keeps me floating and
The headwind gets me going
 
But I still would've rather been safe than sorry
Would rather get than have
Because one fulfilled wish leaves nothing
But more wishes
 
Adzakupatsa tsangala
Udzaakhala Naye
Mpakana Muyaya
 
There's so much I want to say
Want so very much to give you eternal happiness
To the one who succeeds
 
There's so much I want to say
Want so very much to give you eternal happiness
To the one who succeeds
 
I wanted to show you everything I was
But everything I said was just whatever sounded best
You wanted to teach me everything I was
But everything you said
I let drain away
 
Adzakupatsa tsangala
Udzaakhala naye
Mpakana muyaya
Usalire usakhumudwe
Usakyike usakhumudwe
Usakayike
Ndine wako wa pamtime
Iwala zakale zonse zija
Zinali za chiswana
 
There's so much I want to say
Want so very much to give you eternal happiness
To the one who succeeds...
 

A week has a hundred days

When I'm missing you, my love
A week has a hundred days
I hope I will
unteach your wings to fly
The rain is trying out its
piano solo on the pavement
An empty river without boats
I can't sail through you on my own
Now I understand the fairytale dragons
That lose their heads...
 
When you're not here, my love
A week has a hundred days
Try to revive me once more
I'd love to be born
 
Sadness is scowling from the corners
They say I'm arrested
I miss you more than a lake
Misses the swans' song
Now I understand the firebirds
That are chilled to the bone...
 
Rescue me and come
When I miss you, the world is asleep
And the stars suddenly find
the universe too narrow
 
When I'm missing you, my love
A week has a hundred days
Now I know what
The Moon in eclipse dreams about
 
An empty river without boats
I can't sail through you on my own
I miss you more than a lake
Misses the swans' song
Now I understand the firebirds
That are chilled to the bone...
 
Rescue me and come
When I miss you, the world is asleep
And the stars suddenly find
The universe too narrow
 
Rescue me and come (rescue me and come)
When I miss you, the world is asleep (when I miss you, the world is asleep)
And the stars suddenly find (and the stars suddenly find)
The universe too narrow (the universe too narrow)
 
Rescue me and come
 
When I'm missing you
I can barely breathe
And love's elevator doesn't work
When I'm missing you
I can barely breathe
And I'm merely a river without boats
 

Waiting in a Daze

Waiting in a daze - You left me waiting in a daze.
Never have you let me see you for the last time and fulfilled your promise.
Waiting in a daze - I'm waiting in such a daze.
Just put our past solemn pledge in our dreams.
 
I used to dream of our meeting by chance to be an eternal legend.
Unexpectedly, it was just a fleeting interlude in our respective lives.
Maybe in far future and somewhere will we meet again.
You would delete me from your mind but I will ever remember you.
 
Waiting in a daze - I'm waiting in such a daze.
Just put our past solemn pledge in our dreams.
 

Third Planet Сhronicles

I'm pressing 'Start',
Finishing the Third Planet Сhronicles.
I'm slowly sinking
In absolute endless loneliness
 
'Earth, Earth!
How are you there?'
'Everyone are falling down and dying'
'Earth, Earth!
Can you hear me?'
No one answers.
 
Now I'm left alone.
Everything I knew and loved
Has become just a memory now.
But I won't forget,
But I won't forget!
 
That's my hand crossed out the dot and declared:
'Seven planets and five dwarfs in the solar system'
I've already forgot how it started.
Well, what does it matter now...
 
'Earth, Earth!'
Has anyone ever heard
Such a word?
'Earth!', 'Earth!'
Can you even
Imagine that?..
 
Now I'm left alone.
Everything I knew and loved
Has become just a memory now.
But I won't forget,
But I won't forget!
 

Never free from the schoolyard

Back then, life could just run
But nowadays I carry the concern with me
By then it's far from relief
I would never have done it if you didn't see me
I wanted to show you so badly
Because then you maybe would have given me a chance
 
But dreams are still nothing for us scared
I didn't want to get up in the morning
 
I'm so afraid of promising things
When I'm sure of something, the chance has already passed
Equally as scared as losing things
But I just hold tight to the things that has already went
If doubt becomes my friend
I'll never be lonely again
 
There was no one I could talk to
So I sat quiet in the bus and just cried
If someone wondered I didn't answer
If someone asked I always answered with something good
I may seem like I can be trusted
But I probably let everyone I met then down
I wanted to feel freedom again
But I will never be free from the schoolyard
 
What I fled from then appears wherever I go
If I want to avoid all the requirements I have to escape everything I've got
 
I'm so afraid of promising things
When I'm sure of something, the chance has already passed
Equally as scared as losing things
But I just hold tight to the things that has already went
If doubt becomes my friend
I'll never be lonely again
 
You held my hand and said that everything is good
But you walked away from here because my doubts didn't give you a choice
 
I'm so afraid of promising things
When I'm sure of something, the chance has already passed
Equally as scared as losing things
But I just hold tight to the things that has already went
If doubt becomes my friend
I'll never be lonely again
 

In my own world

All the cats, would live in roofed and windowed houses
And wear clothing with beautiful little patterns
In my own world
 
All the flowers, would be even more showy in the garden
They would talk to me every day
If I asked them, in my own world
 
Birdsong, greeting happily from where they are sitting in the branches
But it sounds more like giggling
 
There, in the world that belongs to me
Sweet music is rippled by streams
Which, sometimes, I can even understand
 
And I hope my world will look just like that
And it is a Wonderland
 

The last day for excuses

To lose excess weight, to overcome laziness
To start earning a lot
Plans for the year are like plans for the day
Zero result in the end.
 
Everyone is doing business, everyone is investing,
Scientific clusters in Skolkovo.
And I'm collecting records like an asshole
How can I even get close to technoparks, technopolises?
 
To lose excess weight, to overcome laziness ...
Go fuck yourself, pal!
While you were crushing your sissy, the day went over
The last day for excuses
 

God (Deus)

You threw me into this world
Without saying anything
Without saying even a word
Without saying a shit
 
You expected me to learn everything on my own
But you gave me only sixty years
During the lifetime you dragged me through the mud
I haven't known what to do!
 
It was true that sorrows instruct one, but that much of it
Made me suicidal, wanted to end this shit
You made suicide is a great sin, eh shrewd god!
You sent us a book centruies ago
 
You forbade everything joyous
To the world which I was sent only to be hurt
You told us to worship you, you recited azans for five times a day
You wanted me to worship you five times a day, eh egoist god
 
You told us not to go against you, if we do, you may send all of us into the hell
Well said, to the souls who already got hurt a lot in this world you said you may
Send all of them into the hell to make us suffer eternally, eh sadist god!
You gave nothing good, why would I worship you
 
Men aren't man
From mouth to nose not man
Thought in mind, not a thought
Acts not decent
 
Whom you expected me to pattern
The man who lived centruies ago
What? Should I crusade the Arabia like him?
What do you want me to do? Level with me
 
You told us to behave well to each other
First you behave us well
Afterwards you will have the right to teach us the good
You sought what you haven't
 
Eh, what should I tell you, a bizarre creature?
Existence or non-existence no matter?
Those books sent by you
All of them are demoded
 
Not even once, you adressed the Eskimos
Not even once, you mentioned the boreal forests
Always desert, always Red Sea, always same place
Those books are yours, aren't them?
 
You not exist, admit it
I created you!
Actual 'Deus' is me, not you
Because you not even exist
 
Your existence is mine
I'm the creator
When I die, you shall come with me
Your angels and djinns are me, nothing more
 
I ran away from my fears, in my minde
I ran to you when I've been slandered
I ran to you when I've been ignored
So into my mind, my brain where I created you
 
Everything of yours nothing but a paradox
Everything of yours is bizarre
Should I worship you
I'm the actual god, you worshipe me
 
Eh the object in my mind, eh the being
Eh the eternety, the universe circling in
Eh, existence, ye non existence, take this burden from me
I'm nothning but a human in flesh
 
Eh, the god who satisfies himself
I created you in my mind, now it's truth's turn
I know you can only exist only when I do
Thus, I'm destroying you, killing you!
 

Heathen Resurrection

King, you can be that if you want
Please, get on your high horse
Here are blinders and here are mirrors
Who's blood do you want on your hands first?
Tell me that!
 
Greed, betrayal and lies
Do the skeletons in the closet have to explain what that means?
You think you can poison me?
No one is less capable of that then you
 
We will gather again
We have waited long enough
Praise honor and courage
We will gather again
We will sow the seed for
Heathen resurrection
 
The chains, the chains shall break
Time to get up again
The battle, yes the battle has started
One thousand years must be more than enough
 
Through our time
Have the blood on your hands
Been ours
Enough is enough
That cross I shall take
For it will burn on the fire
 
We will gather again
We have waited long enough
Praise honor and courage
We will gather again
We will sow the seed for
Heathen resurrection
 

Street, Only Lights That We Can See

I put a lid on sad things so there is no need to remember
Nice words are difficult to remember, we don't need them anyways
Don't be so unkind
Answer to me at least one time
Because it's difficult to tell in this darkness under the street lights
Because it's difficult to express by words
 
Hey, pretend to smile
Hey, pretend to get angry
Hey, because however hard I may try, I cannot see well with my naked eyes
 
I'm sewing the night with you
I'm sewing the city at night
In the dark city where we can only see the street lights
A thin night sewn with footsteps
I was always waiting for you
And the meaning just stood there
I see you pretending to cry
 
I put a lid on sad nights so there is no need to remember
Don't offer me a white lie, it will soon fade away
Don't be so unkind
Stay by my side just for a while
Because it's difficult to express sadness by words
Because I can't see your face
 
Hey, can you see my trail?
Hey, I've come so far away
Hey, because however hard I may try, I cannot see well with my naked eyes
 
Sometime, I was waiting for you
We were both waiting for the night to come
Just as if we were escaping from someone, under the street lights
The warmth of your hands, deep at night
Even now I was waiting for the night to come
I was smiling without a reason
I see you whistling awkwardly
 
Hey, pretend to smile
Hey, pretend to get angry
Hey, because however hard I may try, I can't get this blurry voice away
 
You're just smiling
I'm sewing the city at night
In the dark city where we can only see the street lights
A thin night sewn with footsteps
I was always waiting for you
And the meaning just stood there
I see you pretending to cry
 
I see you
 

Why don't you sing my bird

Why don't you si-sing my bird
How you sang first
How can I, can I sing
They cut off my wings
They took my voice
 
They took our City* from us
They took our City from us
And our Hagia Sophia
The Virgin cries bitterly bitterly
 

Victory Day

Versions:
Victory Day was so far away from us,
Like an ember in an extinct bonfire.
We have walked plenty of dusty and burnt miles,
With tremendous efforts we were bringing Victory Day closer.
 
Victory Day smells of gunpowder
This is the holiday with grey temples
And joy mixed up with tears.
Victory Day, Victory Day, Victory Day!
 
Our Motherland worked hard
At Martin furnaces night and day.
Night and day we were fighting a difficult battle
Bringing Victory Day closer.
 
Victory Day smells of gunpowder
This is the holiday with grey temples
And joy mixed up with tears.
Victory Day, Victory Day, Victory Day!
 
Hello, Mom, we are not all back home.
I would like to run barefoot through the dew.
We have walked half of Europe, half of Earth,
Bringing Victory Day closer.
 
Victory Day smells of gunpowder
This is the holiday with grey temples
And joy mixed up with tears.
Victory Day, Victory Day, Victory Day!
 

Victory Day

Victory Day was so far away from us,
Like an ember in an extinct bonfire.
We have walked plenty of dusty and burnt miles,
With tremendous efforts we were bringing Victory Day closer.
 
Victory Day smells of gunpowder
This is the holiday with grey temples
And joy mixed up with tears.
Victory Day, Victory Day, Victory Day!
 
Our Motherland worked hard
At Martin furnaces night and day.
Night and day we were fighting a difficult battle
Bringing Victory Day closer.
 
Victory Day smells of gunpowder
This is the holiday with grey temples
And joy mixed up with tears.
Victory Day, Victory Day, Victory Day!
 
Hello, Mom, we are not all back home.
I would like to run barefoot through the dew.
We have walked half of Europe, half of Earth,
Bringing Victory Day closer.
 
Victory Day smells of gunpowder
This is the holiday with grey temples
And joy mixed up with tears.
Victory Day, Victory Day, Victory Day!
 

Under the Northern Star

Time has made a circle
Now I stoke the fire
The spirits of the night move here around me
The peace is unbreakable above the sleeping Lapland
I stayed awake by the campfire *
 
Akin to flames of the campfire
my thoughts are
They set aflame and dim before me
As the flames dance, those dancest of utmost warmth
Everything is well under the Northern Star
 
As the nightly waves ripple against the reed
One is away from the bustle of the world
I have wasted so much time for nothing
for many years
I did not even enjoy those chains of mine
 
My mind has been akin to a restless flame
Now I see what is yet to come in the constellations
I caress the flame, pursue the calm
And live within the Laplandish stories
 
I am here before the world naked
Within its demands my fair weather left
When I finally got my peace, I finally got
A new story too
Now the oracles' voice talks through me
 
I have been a tired flame, I know it now
As I look back to my life
I revive the gentle spark back into a flame
and gaze at the flame akin to a friend.
 
Time has made a circle
I stoke the fire
Rays of light already grant me a deep peace
Even after a long night, I love the mornings
I receive from the world what I can carry
 
The flame within me
It still radiates still like this
The waves hit my rails gently
I merge with the flame
The life is mine
And now everything beautiful can flow through me
 

Identity

I have no identity - I was never born lalalala
I have no identity - I was never born lalalala
 
What kind of clothes do you like? What kind of books do you like? What kind of food do you like?
Yeah, I'm the average kind of person who brings up stuff like that
 
I compare myself to the person next to me in the reflections in the store window
Yeah, I live my life thinking to myself that that's alright
 
Why? Why is it that just now, just now I am thinking like this?
Why? Will the sun ever rise on the still unseen truth of who I truly am?
 
I have no identity - I was never born lalalala
I have no identity - I was never born lalalala
 
The girl who waited for the wind - Her shirt is wet from the morning rain
Yeah, the events of the past are my unrefined memories
 
I realize when I recall things like the unexpected defeats of my teen years
I realized that's the pure truth of who I really am
 
Why? Why has it taken so long, taken so long, for me to realize this?
Why? I've started to understand the once unseen truth of who I truly am
 
Lalalalala lalalalala lalalala lalalala
 
Why is it that even though I want to scream, to scream, that I am crying?
Why is it that even though I want to realize this, that I am crying?
 
Why? Lalalalala
 

The Beacon is Burning

A fire is burning
Or an omen, if you will
A clear signal
From the bottom of my pagan heart
I won't forget them
Neither the first nor the last
They blew on the settlement's embers
 
See the light beyond the edge of the Earth
Skin in blood and fire
 
Then unsown fields will thrive
Evil will be revived, and Balder will come
To see who comes again
Earth of the sea, forever green
 
I live in the shadow of the present
Yearning for past heritage
Shouting silently, so nobody can hear
The beacon is burning
Deeply in my sin
Deeply in my Norse heart
 
See the light beyond the edge of the Earth
Skin in blood and fire
 
Then unsown fields will thrive
Evil will be revived, and Balder will come
To see who comes again
Earth of the sea, forever green
 
A fire is burning
Or a warning, if you will
A glimpse of red
From deep in my Norse heart
Do you hear the increasing force of silence
A glimpse of red
From deep inside my Norse heart
 
I see the beacon burning
Under the hammer's symbol
I see the beacon burning
And the life force awakening
 

A Letter

I have known for a very long time that I might not be able to see tomorrow.
You were always with me, ever since I was a small child.
You did not say anything to me even when I chose the long route.
 
There are a lot of things that I want to say but I don't have the courage and you won't notice that.
 
The faraway place that the present me cannot see is like that sky.
 
Even though there are a lot of things that I wanted to do, I just kept walking towards that place while being ignorant.
 
I did not even shed a single tear at that time but I cried while writing this letter.
 
The faraway place that the present me cannot see is like that sky.
 

Over the Ocean

Burnt road to Arzachena
Through ripe grain and the sun's hot blaze
Two hearts flee from the, from the arena
Of loneliness and silent rage
 
(And we dream)
(Dream tears)
(Dream tears for the hundredth time)
 
Like out of the underworld
Into a magical field
Like out of the hands of criminals
Into Wonderland
 
Across the ocean
Flies the white swan
With our vow of love
Our traces of life
 
Sweet scent of the woods
Over Arzachena
And summer gold never stops
And in the evening light,
Arzachena rests
And 100 crows draw the curtain
 
(And we dream)
(Dream tears)
(Dream tears for the hundredth time)
 
Like out of the underworld
Into a magical field
Like out of the hands of criminals
Into Wonderland
 
Across the ocean
Flies the white swan
With our vow of love
Our traces of life
 
Like out of the underworld
Into a magical field
Like out of the hands of criminals
Into Wonderland
 
Across the ocean
Flies the white swan
With our vow of love
Our traces of life
 

Midwife of ruin

[Verse 1]
Is it just a nightmare
Or actually crib death1
My body wet with cold sweat
Is like an elephant's lick
 
[Verse 2]
The bride of darkness, the midwife of ruin
Preserved children in jars
This boar treads on hedgehogs
Reminiscent of a neo-nazi
 
[Verse 3]
In autumn darkness comes back to life
Bogeys pick toadstools
They plant them in bushes and trees
From there they end up in children's mouths
 
[Verse 4]
Ground frost turns the children into frozen pillars
Bogeys flip the children around
And an angel of heaven thus states:
Why are the brats upside down?
 
[Chorus]
Every night when the lamp goes out
And the true night falls
Malice matures in the corner and devours its children
Fear of death wakes up
They gather the troops under the window
Cross your arms2
Lest the devil snap your necks
 
[Chorus]
Every night when the lamp goes out
And the true night falls
Malice matures in the corner and devours its children
Fear of death wakes up
They gather the troops under the window
Cross your arms
Lest the devil snap your necks
 
[Verse 2]
The bride of darkness, the midwife of ruin
Preserved children in jars
This boar treads on hedgehogs
Reminiscent of a neo-nazi
 
[Verse 4]
Ground frost turns the children into frozen pillars
Bogeys flip the children around
And an angel of heaven thus states:
Why are the brats upside down?
 
[Chorus]
Every night when the lamp goes out
And the true night falls
Malice matures in the corner and devours its children
Fear of death wakes up
They gather the troops under the window
Cross your arms
Lest the devil snap your necks
 

• 1. Sudden infant death syndrome
• 2. Or perhaps 'put your hands in the shape of a cross'

Day of wrath

We hoarded for the day of wrath
Merciless punishments ahead of our afterborns
Our demons stand there with a blue pencil,
Gleeful1, remorseless, now that
god is dead since a couple of years
We ignoramus overdrawn the account
And lost track completely,
We find it a hard nut to crack2
our own umbilical cord
Throw away3 the fuses indeed
But let the shells detonate in the wagon fort
We lock the world up in a cage
Endless columns of numbers form its bars
Acid rain beats on the roof
This is for those, who take over the blind praise
of the blind live blindfoldly,
If the giggling madness becomes a melody over time,
the one of all people who's not feverish is regarded sick
Lord, forgive all those, who don't know what they do,
because they don't know, what led them until here
The frog in the hot water,
The man who jumps out of the window
and thinks: It went quite well so far
The end that never ends
The end that never ends.
The end that never ends.
 
And the last dead will neither be lamented nor buried
And Rome wasn't demolished at a single day too
Those end time scenarios seem exaggerated
Deserts stayed when the oceans left us
And we guzzle from the toilet,
in which we turned third world countries
No room left, but we firmly believe,
we have to grow
Always march on foreward stubbornly, half mania, half apathy
Don't you worry of the black animal,
The demise is preserved
And Fukushima is not where the problem lies
It's Morsleben, Gorleben, Ahaus and Lubmin4
Where one, as if it was nothing at all,
talks about thousands of years
Being alive turns everyone routine-blinded and mad immediately
Probably the day of wrath will not even happen
Humans dream of nuclear rain already since decades
At the end, the end will only be a part of daily life
And humankind will not make its last exit with a big bang
 

• 1. The experience of pleasure that comes from witnessing troubles, failures, or humiliation
• 2. Lit.: We bite down our teeth on
• 3. Or: Flog off
• 4. German places, in which nuclear waste was stored

We Gather Together

We gather together to ask God for his blessing
Above all, to worship him plenty
And spread great love on behalf of his honor
Who now attacks the enemy
 
To honor our Lord for all of our days
It's a miracle to remember
Command you, oh man, for God's sake, always wear it,
Do everyone justice and wait for deception!
 
Pray that our defender will defend us from temptation
And the evil ones are hurt and defeated
Your devoutness disrupts the enemy
Already true, the settlers of his realm praise him!
 

She Was Used to Being Loved

Mrs. Danvers:
You have to go, Favell
Nobody can see you here
 
Jack Favell:
Don't panic, Danny
Max is in London, you said that yourself
Nobody will see me
Unless your new madam spies on us
 
Mrs. Danvers:
She won't disturb us, not here
She knows this is Rebecca's realm
 
Jack Favell:
Where is the box with with the jewelry?
It always stood here
 
Mrs. Danvers:
Hands off her things
 
Jack Favell:
Don't be ridiculous, Danny
Rebecca loved me
I was her favorite cousin, after all
 
Mrs. Danvers:
She was used to being loved
The men were crazy for her
Because she was more than beautiful
A magic came out of her
The dream of being loved by her
Was dreamt by almost every man
And so they knew that nobody can have her
 
Jack Favell:
But I'm related to her
I love her just like you do
Like you, I don't think it's good at all
That another wants to take her place
Rebecca loved me
I was her favorite cousin, after all
 
Mrs. Danvers:
She was used to being loved
The men were crazy for her
Because she was more than beautiful
A magic came out of her
The dream of being loved by her
Was dreamt by almost every man
And so they knew that nobody can have her
 

Providential Men

By myself I am nothing
I am but the desire of the people
in his two funerals.
I am the other, seeing through the magic of images
I am the one who knows among the commotion of the world
I am the one who carries you away
from the scandal of the seventh right1
and I protect you from the murderous unbinding2,
the superb teacher
keeping his distance with primal passions,
the simplicity of the supreme slogan.
 
I am the voice of the unified body,
the police-made distribution of a consensual era.
I am the voice of unity,
the art of composing with providential men.
 
I am the guardian who guards nothing
during the trial.
And how could I reach a place in which you already stand?
I am the other who understands,
the messenger and the interpreter.
I am the one who comes to share what can be perceived.
I am the absence of void,
a pre-recorded laughter,
the machine in your living room which talks in your stead
I am Timisoara,
the ass and tits of the star
who keeps repeating endlessly the supreme slogan.
 
I am the one who knows
for all those who don't know,
the one who understands
for all those who don't understand.
I am the one who talks
for all those who don't talk,
the proof of your ignorance,
the proof of inequality.
 

• 1. refers to conclusions drawn by a (in French, unfortunately) that might explain the idea in further details. Beware, this is a Marxist analysis, i.e. an odious stream of obscenity and stupidity, by any dominant standards
• 2. here again that's specialized vocabulary. Can mean the reaction to a trauma according to Freudian theory or the isolation of individuals in a sociological sense.

Homecoming(I Received a Telegram Informing Critical Condition)

Little cuckoos are singing
Though it’s not time
They don't know that everyone laughs at them
They are singing like crazy
With their throats tainted with blood
You, such pitiful little cuckoos
It won’t be long
Before I get to your house
 
The rice-planting song is wet with the rain
A man is sitting on the back of a black cow
The sky is about to break into rain as I gaze
The long, endless rice-planting song
It won’t be long
Before I get to your house
 
The Milky Way, where does it flow to?
A shooting star crosses it like a ferry boat
The things I see with my two eyes
Wash them all away, Milky Way.
It won’t be long
Before I get to your house