A keresés eredménye oldal 26

Just for a day (하루만이라도)

Even a day Oh
Even a day Oh oh oh oh
Why do not you do this?
It's over. It's past.
Even if I open my eyes
Even when I dream, I am you.
 
If you can not forget you again
Even if yesterday is tomorrow again
 
Even a day Oh
Even a day Oh oh oh oh
Please come to my day
I want you dead.
Even if only one day Oh
 
I do not have it.
You know me
It's not even a day.
I'm looking forward to being drunk
I do not even have a moment.
 
Even if you can not see me again
Tomorrow will be yesterday again
 
Even a day Oh
Even a day Oh oh oh oh
Pray for me in one day
I wish I could survive.
Even if only one day Oh
Even for a single day
 
Even if you can not meet again
We are different tomorrow
 
Even a day Oh
Even a day Oh oh oh oh
Please come to this day in a day
I wish we were together.
Even a day or a day Oh
 
Hey-ey day
Please come to this day in a day
I wish we were together.
Even if only one day Oh
 
~

<3 Rai

Don't stir the past

Don't stir the past
Don't come up with the things that happened
Let the dead live in their graves
Let the living die in peace
 
Only the future matters
The past is a very dark dream
Close the windows to the nightmares
Follow the flight that nothing happens
Cross the street that nothing is coming
Pass to the other side and you'll be safe
 
Don't stir the past
Don't come up with the things that happened
Don't come up with the things that who knows if they happened
 
Don't stir the past
Don't investigate in the barbacue embers
Let the dead die
Let the living live and of you, I don't know
 
The present is a bridge
made with little resistant cords
If people is careful
When they pass to the other side
A match, a scissor
And it's a finished issue
 
Don't look back
Just march straight forward
If someone turns around or turns his head
He'll become a salt statue
 
Don't resell the fish
Don't lift the patridges that you hunted
Don't stir the past
Don't come up with the things that DIDN'T happen
 
We are even now
I believe I have absolved all the tortures I received
But in case I left some foreign debt, pay it, hee hee
 
Don't stir the past
The brain must be pretty washed
In the big wheel of history
We must give a push to the memory
Don't stay, untangle
Those brain beltways
Of your foolish and stubborn lacrimals
 
The future is safe
The past is what could happened
If you care about it, you get upset
You gotta play the fool and work.
 

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I Am The Real Deal

High in the sky from the cloud of your beauty you don’t see me
But hey, may I say the night is underway and you will get to know me
Maybe I am nobody today, your friends keep saying that I'm leading you astray, but
 
Give me this one day, give me this one night
Give me just one chance and you will see – I am the real deal…
Give me this one day, give me this one night
Give me a chance and I will make you feel what is surreal…
 
You do not view me as anybody rich, high-ranking or awe-inspiring
Very well… I can tell - no offence - to me it’s all just too funny
Maybe I am nobody today, your friends keep saying that I'm leading you astray, but
 
Give me this one day, give me this one night
Give me just one chance and you will see – I am the real deal…
Give me this one day, give me this one night
Give me a chance and I will make you feel what is surreal…
 
Give me this one day, give me this one night
Give me just one chance and you will see – I am the real deal…
Give me this one day, give me this one night
Give me a chance and I will make you feel what is surreal…
 
E.T. (Eva Trussell) aka Vesper Lynd

You are gentle and wonderful woman

Versions: #2
You are gentle and wonderful woman,
But sometime you can be stronger then men.
The one, to whom you promised by destiny,
For the rest of your life only one.
 
He will find you, one of a kind,
Or maybe, he already found.
His beloved he 'll carry away in his hands,
In a world, where love is always around.
 
You are strong by your beauty and feminine mind
And your road is stretched far away.
But I do know, my woman divine,
How hard to be you everyday.
 
The prickly icicles of hurts are melting away
From smiles and tender words you say.
If only there was not in life a day,
When your darling is ready to betray.
 
With your purpose you are standing tall,
Daughter, girlfriend, bride and a wife,
It's impossible to comprehend these all,
Where solution sometimes is not required.
 
And what needed is your eyes pure lakes
And your kind and brilliant laughter.
And I'll reconcile, submit, I won't be able to take
The secret of those smiles...
 

In this world, I (only) love

In this world, I (only) love
One God and you (x2).
If you want to, you can go to a medium
And ask about me.
 
Exclusively for you, I
Hold on to a painful love.
I place my head on the pillow
But my mind is on the street.
 
To you, my root, that I love,
If I ever lie to you (x2),
I dare the earth I step on to,
To pull me in and drink my blood.
 
Exclusively for you, I
Hold on to a painful love.
I place my head on the pillow
But my mind is on the street.
 
Girl, wear a Christian cross
And worship only one God (x2).
Do not torment 40 poor souls,
Make up your mind and only love one (guy).
 
Exclusively for you, I
Hold on to a painful love.
I place my head on the pillow
But my mind is on the street.
 

Uncared For

My pride sank when the alcohol showed up
And then I got into trouble
And, to get worse, they're playing sad songs
To drag the horn* on the asphalt
 
I'm trying to forget you
But my heart doesn't understand
Again, I'm closing this pub
Drowning the longing in kerosene
 
I'm kissing this glass, embracing these bottles
Solitude is my companion in this risca faca**
While you don't come back, I'm uncared for
Damn this feeling that never ends
 
I'm kissing this glass, embracing these bottles
Solitude is my companion in this risca faca**
While you don't come back, I'm uncared for
Damn this feeling that never ends
 
Ô ô ô, ô ô ô
The longing for you, liquor won't ease
Ô ô ô, ô ô ô
I'm trying to put out a fire with gasoline
 
My pride sank when the alcohol showed up
And then I got into trouble
And, to get worse, they're playing sad songs
To drag the horn* on the asphalt
 
I'm trying to forget you
But my heart doesn't understand
Again, I'm closing this pub
Drowning the longing in kerosene
 
I'm kissing this glass, embracing these bottles
Solitude is my companion in this risca faca**
While you don't come back, I'm uncared for
Damn this feeling that never ends
 
I'm kissing this glass, embracing these bottles
Solitude is my companion in this risca faca**
While you don't come back, I'm uncared for
Damn this feeling that never ends
 
Ô ô ô, ô ô ô
The longing for you, liquor won't ease
Ô ô ô, ô ô ô
I'm trying to put out a fire with gasoline
 
Ô ô ô, ô ô ô
The longing for you, liquor won't ease
Ô ô ô, ô ô ô
I'm trying to put out a fire with gasoline
 

G-Side

Yeah, it was
The breeze of life in the fast lane brought us together
So come fly with me to infinity
I'm gonna show you the G-side of love
Of love, of love
 
If we are one
I feel my body in your body
If we are one
Let's fly up to the most high
 
Let the love takes you
Takes you, takes you
Let the love rise up
Rise up, rise up
Let the love takes you
Takes you, light us up
Here or anywhere else
 
The breeze of life in the fast lane brought us together
So come fly with me to infinity
I'm gonna show you the G-side of love
Of love, of love
 
If we are one
I feel my body in your body
If we are one
Let's fly up to the most high
 
Let the love takes you
Takes you, takes you
Let the love rise up
Rise up, rise up
Let the love takes you
Takes you, light us up
Here or anywhere else
 
Life is too short, so think about it
Cause the good side of love is ours to make
We bring the love
I'm gonna show you how to do it
 
Let the love takes you
Takes you, takes you
Let the love rise up
Rise up, rise up
Let the love takes you
Takes you, light us up
Here or anywhere else
 
Let the love takes you
Takes you, takes you
Let the love rise up
Rise up, rise up
Let the love takes you
Takes you, light us up
Here or anywhere else
 

Sunny Saturday

Sunny saturday
I've rented a truck
To take the guys
To eat beans
Arriving there
What a shame
There was only weed
The weedheads were high
Wanting my beans
 
Sunny saturday
I've rented a truck
To take the guys
To eat beans
Arriving there
What a shame
There was only weed
The weedheads were high
Wanting my beans
 

Old Man

An old white-haired man started crying
For he became old, for he became white
For he became old, for he became white
For he became old, for he became white
An old woman named Dona told him
That he became old, that he became white
An old woman named Dona told him
 
Keep quiet, old man, don't you cry
for that is a shame, for that is a sin
For that is a shame, for that is a sin
Look you, old man, on your white beard
Look you, old man, on your white beard
 
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With Best Regards,
© Alexander Laskavtsev

They say you schouldn't believe

They say you schouldn't believe
In love at the first glance
But I do, I do
A knight will come once
A kind and brave hero...
And I'll find my happiness
Love at the first glance...
Well, I am glad for you
That's how dreams come true
I'll open a secret
I whisper to my hero at night
'Come! I need you to win'
 
You are on your way
Fly to my home like a bird
Come to me not in my dreams,
But in reality, my knight
 
I'll open the secret of love
I'll give my heart to a hero
I'll be faithful only to him
Come in! The door is opened
Give me spring because
Love is spring
 
I'll give to my friend and knight
A sword and chain mail
My dreams are not so simple
Keep in mind, my faithful knight,
You should lay all the world at my feet
So I will be proud of you
 
You are on your way
Fly to my home like a bird
Come to me not in my dreams,
But in reality, my knight
 

The ballad of the wetbags*

Because we're wetbags
the law is always after us,
because we're illegals
and we don't know English,
the stubbornly kicks us out
and we come back again.
 
Some come in through ,
through
through
and through Nogales2 too,
through
so many of us come in each month.
 
Our problem
can easily be resolved:
give us3 a little Gringa4
so we can emigrate
and when we get our papers5
we'll tell her to hit the road.
 
If there are no more wetbags
who will we depend on
to pick the tomatoes,
lettuce and beets?
the limes, grapes and grapefruit
will all go to waste.
 
And they will close down
all of the dance halls,
because if they kick out the wetbag
they'll all dance poorly,
and those on welfare
will have no one to console them.
 
Our problem
can easily be resolved:
give us a little Gringa
so we can emigrate
and when we get our papers
we'll tell her to hit the road.
 

• 1. 'migra' is slang for immigration.
• 2. Nogales is split into the United States and over the border to the state of Sonora, Mexico.
• 3. give us an American woman to marry
• 4. female version of 'gringo', someone who is a foreigner (English speaker), commonly to describe an American.
• 5. green card

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RBG #8 - Naruto vs. Princess Mononoke

Rap Battle of GAAA!
Naruto!
VS!
Princess Mononoke!
Go!
 
Princess Mononoke:
The hunt is on! Ninja...saa hajimemasu!*
Your fox will get eaten up by Yama Inu sama!
You don't know what I do to survive!
My wolves will chase you into the woods!
No harem clone jutsu, this time my body will knock you out!
Disowned by your village and rejected by fans!
Just another thing your Sharingans didn't see coming!
At the end of the battle you'll blubber like Sakura!
No one's here to help you...you're gonna use up your Chakra!
 
Naruto:
Ah! Ah! With those clothes it's hard to take you seriously!
How do you plan to defeat me, the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon?
I'm the 7th Hokage from the lil' Konoha village!
If I needed a doggy I would have asked for one from Kiba
We are a leader in manga and friends of Konami!
Could you say the same for the last films from Miyazaki?
I can blow up Sasuke! Hold on it's gonna shake!
I'll send you a Shuriken in Akatsuki fashion!
 
Princess Mononoke:
Bite your toad tongue and go put your banada in the wash!
You've never been able to save anyone you haven't missed Jiraya?
Your father used you because he didn't give a damn about you!
Go pray to the forest God to be able to eat your noodles!
Everyone prefers Kakashi and quickly forgets Ashitaka!
You're much more entertaining abridged with that good old Ishigata!
Without your magic powers you couldn't take on a butterly!
I could kill you with a katana with my eyes closed!
 
Naruto:
You talk about my parents...but both of us are orphans!
You're not even a real wolf and you were rejected by humans!
You act all eco-friendly but Nausicaa did it before you!
With three stripes on my cheeks I've had more success than you!
I'm switching to Rikudou Sennin Kiubi mode!
Here we are face to face I can see the fear in your eyes!
You can't test the best and most powerful of the Shinobi!
I went from a nobody to a demi-god!
 
Who won?
Who's next?
You decide!
 
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The case-hardener woman

That morning the sun didn't come up.
But Mrs Juana never found out.
 
Early in the morning she went to work.
Doing brush-strokes, doing case-hardening.
Machines, rings, metal noises.
Mechanics, crickets, screeching ritual.
 
Then at the exit, Juana in the crowd,
among the stampede, she ran to the door.
In the cold night over the concrete,
Juana was hiding in her jacket.
 
When she got home, her son was shivering.
'Son, what happens to you? Tell me please.'
'Mom, I'm cold, the sun didn't come up.'
'Come on son, if you are my sun.'
 
Without understanding, Juana kissed him.
And later tired, she went to sleep.
That morning the sun didn't come up.
But Mrs Juana never found out.
 

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The right path is always harder

We live these fucking days, there is no giving up when I pass
and the plans in front of me don´t allow me to close my eyes
brother, I could sit down and give myself to my fate
but crafts of decvil are boredom and reluctant
the formula for success is work and not the words
collective error is the problem of an individual
imagine life in a productive color
when you accept the guilt then you think you´re better
if you don´t have and idol, then you don´t have the future
push yourself always above all possibilities
there are too many paths, so you must avoid the stupidity
in the minds of young people the lazinest want get
every man has the urge to create for himself
that one day they will be witnesses of existence
when there is no money, there also shoot the last claw
and your work ethic are stopping professor and coach
 
Chorus:
A man has one word
which defends his honor
if we´ll change the world
then let´s start from us
your life takes you to sin
money makes you afraid
the right path is always harder
so you have to be strong
 
You bind your talenat and swallow a pil of bensendin
while some man pushing his son so tirelessly
but it´s a life in which the weaker are losing
will you be silent to the end or you´ll show your teeth
I share people by the system when I´m out, and in the problem
they who talk about the cross, they´ll crucify you
it takes a bit to make it enough for a man
with my friends I pass a quiet navigation and shipwreck
I´m pure, brother, I have nothing to fear
neither if I´ll stand tomorrow in front of my parents
we´re not angels because we tried everything as children
in a small town, the devil offers chances from defense.
prostitution, ruthlessness, earning money
and stupid kids with the labl of weekend Afrodita
you want hanging, fucking and that friendship
on the dick of an old man the woman´s name loses dignity
 
Chorus:
 
Each shortcut takes you back one step behind
and I have friends who´ll never find a way out
when the crisis breaks, brother, taking clothes is a new beginning
because few people here escaped of a gold bullet
there is no shortcut to evoid the pain and sorrow
and many people for that reason try for the first time drogs
the smell of tobacco, one hundred and ketch on the table
I wont on that way, I know that I have many qualities
I see people wasting their time in vain
so I keep my palms high above each fire
and then they understand the essence of what I´m recording
that Eldorado rhymes all that goes through Milan
when comes the day that the soul go away with angels
you must know that I have devoted my life to what you are listening to
that will be a sign that I have come to the very end
but still, brother, I live life of samurai
 

The Good Side of Things

I don't know what is going on on this life
As everything comes and goes without warning
Your voice is stuck in my mind
You know that I don't want to punish myself
And I follow every step you take
Your shadow is leaving soon
 
And even if it costs me, I promise to avoid me
Rebuilding my life piece by piece
I'll change my answers for a no
 
As I don't want an incomplete life
Looking for a starting point
If I forget what you told me
When I dressed up embracing you, and you dressed up embracing me
As I don't want an incomplete life
Erasing the sun from my days
Escaping from your cowardice on this cold bed
I'll do anything to see
The good side of things
The good side of things
 
I roam on the streets, so lost
It is overwhelming to walk on your city
With your voice stuck in my mind
I see your face on the windows
And I, who try to see you and not watch
You're leaving, it's time
And even if it costs me, I promise to avoid me
Rebuilding my life piece by piece
I'll change my answers for a no
 
As I don't want an incomplete life
Looking for a starting point
If I forget what you told me
When I dressed up embracing you, and you dressed up embracing me
As I don't want an incomplete life
Erasing the sun from my days
Escaping from your cowardice on this cold bed
I'll do anything to see
The good side of things
The good side of things
 
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Soramado (Sky window)

How are you doing after that day?
Have you got used to that place you felt out of place.
As for me, I talk with accents I rarely heard back then.
 
That day, we didn't know what was happening.
I left my house with dad.
Thought we'll be back in a few days.
Seven years passed since then.
 
Friends I parted after a fight.
Brother who never came home.
'Thank you's and 'Sorry's I never got to say.
Words that float helplessly in my mind.
 
TIME makes us big.
But TIME drifts us further away from that place.
 
Our hometown, is it still waiting for us?
Now I got new friends in a new town.
Saying 'I'm back' in a new setting.
Loneliness and happiness and a little sense of guilt.
All these emotions I live with now.
 
If you ask me if I want to go back,
I find myself fumbling for an answer.
Maybe what I yearn is not that place,
I just wanna go back to 'back then' with 'them'.
 
Being able to say 'good bye' that's a blessed way to part, I think.
 
People tell me I have become stronger.
Don't know what 'being strong' means,
but I guess I dried up all my tears that day.
 
People tell me I have become stronger.
Don't know what 'being weak' means,
but I guess I learnt to put a lid on my heart.
I just couldn't go on, any other way.
 
But today, I am going to open up that lid.
Open my heart and go visit you.
 

The Ballad of Flemmingrad

In the snowdrift of December I invite you
To where I pay my respects to my troll neighbour.
He was everyone's friend, and someone I loved
This gift to us all was called Flemmingrad.
 
We 'll forget all the years he's been gone
And we'll stuff grass up his nose just for fun!
Up his nose?
This is his face, it shows laughter and grief
He's disgusting!
Flemmy the fungus troll.
 

The spring kissed

The spring kissed
smoothly, the grove,
and the new green sprouted,
as a green haze.
 
Clouds were passing by,
over the juvenile field...
I saw the leaves trembling,
the fresh April's rains.
 
Under that florid almond tree,
all filled with flowers,
-I remembered- I have cursed,
my loveless youth.
 
Today, in the middle age,
I've stopped to meditate:
''Never-lived youth,
who will dream of you again?''
 
Just learning.

The internal action food processor

I bought a new food processsor. I already had one, but this one is better, because it's of internal action. You have to place it in the stomach. Bah! if you're a doctor and you have some skill you can place it yourself. The good thing about this processor is that you can stop cooking. Instead of preparing the foods, you eat straight up the ingredents. For example, you eat a pack of flour, then a butter bar, you eat half big spoon of baking powder, half glass of milk, a pack of cocoa powder and it feels like you're eating a chocolate cake.
 
At first you don't realize, but when the food reaches the stomach you understand it with full clarity.
 
Of course, you have to put on teeth in the stomach entrance, to be able to chew what is getting inside. That's a bit expensive, but it makes up for what you save in gas and electricity when you stop cooking. As soon as I can, I will do it. The doctor says that swallowing without chewing is not good. He's right, and the opposite is neither recomandable. But, placing a throat in the stomach would cost me an eye of the face, is it's not good for be, becuase I'm gonna need that eye there, close to the stomach, to see what I'm swallowing. That's why, instead of placing inside of me a synthetic throat, I'm going to transfer my stomach to my own throat. This also requires that, they sew my head over the shoulder blades, and that is a lot of stitches. About the aesthetic part, I'm not so worried. Some will say, 'that dude doesn't have a neck', or some will say, 'look, there goes a man with one single eye'.
 
But too bad for them. The ones who see me with an X ray device will realize that it isn't true: I keep all my organs, only that they're arranged in a more functional way.
 
With time, I'm thinking of making more improvements in my organism.
 
For examle, it's a shame that the brain is placed in a very exposed place like the head. I'm thinking of placing it near the stomach, for it to be more protected and also, it will control more efficiently my digestive process because it will be so near. These processes need a good supervision, at least during the first months after being modificated.
 
Besides, it's good that all the organs and the most important functions should be placed in the same zone. Yes, I will do it. It's like a strategic withdrawal of myself inside myself.
 
Some will say that I'm going to reduce myself, because some parts like the head, will remain as an ornament, being able to later become stunted and then to detach and fall like dry leaves, but all that is indifferent to me.
 
I'm not thinking of reducing myself: I'm thinking of compressing myself. I know that in my most intimate heart of hearts I'm irreductible, and any place is good for me to settle down. And if things work better that way, I'll laugh out loud about what people will think, even when that people won't har my laugh, because they will sound more precisely on the oesophagus sector and outskirts. But I don't wish to extend myself more in the description of my modifications program. It's long and besides is too wide and... I just wanted, for now, to recommend the purchase of the internal action food processor.
 

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The Rock'n'Roll high schoolers

I .. ' Don't Drink'!!...
'Don't smoke '!!...
' I'm not talkin nasty'!!!....
 
Shie**, i dropped again the cigarette into the bear !!
Angry 'cause i bump only of my dic* , when i'm sliding the hand
in the pocket
I'm beatin' up 'Adrian' , the imaginary friend of mine,
I've smashed a bank , i to do some doe'
Nor' even a penny isn't in the line 4 , the bench from the window side
I'm seeing women, up into the hot -rod cars, than up on the dic*
So i'm takin my 'Car' out in the rain to be tuned up ' when it thunders
I'm blazing more wasted than Vacaroiu , y'all keep staring at me like fool*:
I am drinkin' on my own money, that dude is drinkin on yours !
I am 'suicidal' i'm 'killing' myself in rounds
Without 'visas', i'm sending the brain of mine on Champ Elysees
I have lots of dirty dreams , after some absint with beer
In the veins blood pressure go down, succumbed by laziness
Is too early , i to worry
Life's short , so fuc* , the fuckin' work !!
Not that i would care, ya are shitt*, i tell ya
'If you don't drink,. don't smoke , ya are awake , ya are no fun !!
 
Chorus x2 Heads smashed, cause of the 'smoke', we float upon
a 'cloud'
And we're rollin perverted , like The 'Rock'n'Roll' high schoolers
Take it easy, there's no place for ego's, ya gonna be HIgh
Like the stupidest from the school yard !
 
We don't have money, cause we smash them on drugs or 'cause
we've drank them
What i have on me , i have also into the closet, when i'm dressing
it appears like i'm moving out
I've sent my ho* to his mother , she come back
But scre* ya , are you related with a Boomerabg?
'If i'm leaving , come , are you coming with me !?'
No i give ya a free pass!
'Then, you want me to stay with you?'
Well, if ya stay , i go than !!
I'm not married 'cause i've hesitated to see myself through a ring'
To share my life, with a low brain, i to go in fumes like Irinel
Is obvious that you want to captivate my attention , ya lady'
'Tell me , in what you messure your time !?
In cocktailuri or in blowjo**?
Some whor* is owning ya,
Doesn't want what is between legs , she's wanting only
what's in your pockets !!
We're wasting time all the time into the centre , through the centre
Give me a hammer, i to clean up my act'
I am for the consumption and the leagalisation of the Herb
I smoke weed 'cause i have , and if i'm not having i will get some,
ya want some !???
 
Chorus x4
 

Fado Sailor

When he goes by, the portugese sailor
He doesn't walk, he passes by dancing,
Like just as it happens
When he sways, he does it in a certain way
Only so, that no one can tell
If he's a human body or a canoe
 
He arrives in Lisbon, jumps off the ship and in a bound
He ends up in Madragoa or in the Bairro Alto
He goes into Alfama and makes Alfama the deck
There is always a Vasco da Gama in a portugese sailor
 
When he goes by, with his eye-catching uniform
He always has stones of salt
In his malicious glance
He puts his sailor's beret on with malichiousness
But if he invents a caress
There is no woman that gets away from him
 
A loose wisp of hair
Could even be the grapnel that a fishseller likes
When he goes by, the portugese sailor
The sea goes by with a menace of caressing flloods
 
When he goes by, the portugese sailor
The sea goes by with a menace of caressing flloods
 

Navigator

Do what you want, but don't deny me
Make an acceptable excuse
You can think what you want, but don't fool yourself
I wasn't born to see the world falls apart
 
I don't need to hear your thoughts
Everything around says that it's the end
Say what you want, but don't wait for me
Cause this time I won't try to convince you of anything
 
I want, uh uh uh
To swim through the waves of happiness
I have, uh uh uh
The strong log like a navigator
I want, uh uh uh
To taste the honey of freedom
I have, uh uh uh
My bare feet like a fisherman
 
You're gonna meet me at the corner
And gonna ask me how I'm doing
I'm just gonna tell you anything
I don't need you to look after me anymore
 
You're gonna watch me walking down the street
I don't have time to waste
Now, my eyes are swimming in other waters
I don't need you to cry for me anymore
 
I want, uh uh uh
To swim through the waves of happiness
I have, uh uh uh
The strong log like a navigator
I want, uh uh uh
To taste the honey of freedom
I have, uh uh uh
My bare feet like a fisherman
 

Crazy In Love

Versions: #2
I confess that I've been idealizing you for some time
My whole life searching for you
I don't know what to do, you look so fine
I'll get closer.
 
I confess that I'm not good at talking
I'm a shy person, as you can see
but this tim, I'll take the risk
I'm going to say it to you.
 
You make me go crazy in love
baby,to be honest I like you way too much
Come on here, I tell you the rest while dancing
Come close to me.
 
Now I can't get you off my mind
I'm frequently walking around here thinking of you
Can it be possible that you feel the same way too?
Come close to me
 
You know that it's me
Who's keeping you warm
I know that you'll be better with me
You know that it's me
Who makes you lose your mind
I want to dance with you until the very last song.
 
If you're meant for me
then I am meant for you
I'd do anything to spend another night with you
 
If you're meant for me
then I am meant for you
If you let it flow,I'd give you anything you want.
 
I don't know, baby, what you have
when you dance with me
you make me so nervous
when you move like that
 
In a provocative way
that motivates me
dancing an old Reggaeton,
the ones that activate you
The ones that you dance slowly
Close together
 
You make me go crazy in love
baby,to be honest I like you way too much
Come on here, I tell you the rest while dancing
Come close to me.
 
Now I can't get you off my mind
I'm frequently walking around here thinking of you
Can it be possible that you feel the same way too?
Come close to me
 
You know that it's me
Who's keeping you warm
I know that you'll be better with me
You know that it's me
Who makes you lose your mind
I want to dance with you until the very last song.
 
If you're meant for me
then I am meant for you
I'd do anything to spend another night with you
 
If you're meant for me
then I am meant for you
I'd do anything to spend another night with you
(I'd do anything)
 
You know that I like you
You know that I'm enchanted by you
Dance slow, you know it kills me
Go, I'm not in a hurry
Let's make this night eternal
 
Don't say you're leaving
Let's search for a place
without anybody, just darkness
Kiss me slowly, let's stop the time.
 
Hey, You make me go crazy in love
baby,to be honest I like you way too much
Come on here, I tell you the rest while dancing
Come close to me.
 
Now I can't get you off my mind
I'm frequently walking around here thinking of you
Can it be possible that you feel the same way too?
Come close to me
 
You know that it's me
Who's keeping you warm
I know that you'll be better with me
You know that it's me
Who makes you lose your mind
I want to dance with you until the very last song.
 
You are meant for me
and I am meant for you
I'd do anything , anything for you.
 

Good Night Bucharest

Versions: #2
{Chorus} X2
Can't you see... that if you close your eyes you'll be lost,
Everything is changing around you way before you get to settle down,
And you realise that life is a one way journey
So wherever you go take advantage of whatever you can.
 
Can't you see...
 
Poor people that lost any hope,
Holes on the street, entire buildings of one room apartments,
Everything is a strange shade of grey that is slowingly choking you out,
Only the thugs from the corner bring some colour on this background.
 
All that's left is steel bars at the windows, dirty pubs and bars,
Whores are used as a bet and lost with a cast of a dice,
It's still smelling like poverty and hunger,
Youngsters pump their veins full of drugs hidden in the back streets.
 
It's a luxury to have a home and you know that well,
Many poor families make a shit load of children like mad.
And the race for money is still going on,
The elders are dragging the shitty rum bottle with them.
 
They are those that want to drain their sorrow,
Their time is passing by, obviously, but you don't care.
The street railway cars are going back at the home depot, so
The lights are out... Good Night Bucharest!
 
{Chorus} X2
 
At street corners: crackheds, syringes, garbage,
Dirty kids, rusted elders, the street lights are on... bling-bling,
They reveal children begging on the streets,
Stolen cars sold at bargain prices.
 
It's like in the ring, you have to keep your guard up,
The police is ready to burn you,
You go to jail with stiches if you're selling weed and someone snitches.
The justice is blind, the police is blind,
There is blindness in every eyes that do not want to see
 
That in Bucharest everything disappears in a second (How's that?)
Pay attention to your pockets and to your car's alarm!
Nowdays the dirty concrete buildings are your only escape,
Otherwise you'll be stepped on by others on the streets.
 
There are many neighborhoods from where you can not get out from,
You'll leave butt naked, with no money and dissapointed.
So wherever you go make sure to take care,
The Little Paris is history... Good Night Bucharest!
 
{Chorus} X2
 
Can't you see...
Can't you see...
 

The manager

He's a manager.
He has people who obey him.
He puts the penalties.
He has people who loathe him.
 
He gives four screams
and the factory shivers.
He sets the jobs.
He has people who suffers them.
 
He looks for who serve.
To more than one he ordered the sacking.
He says to his boss
'I don't want guys like that one'
 
The day they fail him,
he gets desperated and crazy.
He yells at them 'What is this,
a workshop or a kermesse?'
 
He's an employee too.
When he remembers it he gets sad.
He's a subordinate.
He has people who hinder him.
 
He's a manager.
A manager until he gets better.
He's a manager.
and the look is on his side.
 
He works willingly.
How good if the chief knew it.
He dreams to become a boss.
He asks his wife to pray.
 
He who always fought
for the production to come out well,
he of many wealth
thinks that some belongs to him.
 
He's a manager.
A manager though he doesn't look like it.
He serves to be a boss
If the chief could recognize it.
 
He asks to his mirror,
he begs it, to confess him
the destiny, the luck,
the future that he deserves.
 
The mirror says
that if it was who choses,
it would put him
in front for him to direct.
 
He's a manager.
He has people who obey him.
He puts the penalties.
He has people who loathe him.
 
He gives four screams
and the factory shivers.
The boss gives one
and he gets red, of shame.
 

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Careful with the words

I went out for a walk and I entered in some kind of... I don't know how to call it. It wasn't a bar, neither a pub, nor an alehouse, nor a cafe, I don't know how to call it... maybe a tavern. And well, and approaching not to the counter but to the table, I didn't order a scottish but a whisky and I didn't order it on the rocks but with ice. And I remember that without getting close a girl, or I mean a woman, reduced the distance that kept her apart from me and not in the ear but to the ear, she said, or I mean she whispered 'I'm not for sale, but in turn of a certain ammount, not of gold but of its equivalent in money, you could obtain a good service not of myself, but of my body. I'm not asking you to answer but I wish to have a response from you.' 'Well you won't have it, but anyway I will answer. I know that it wouldn't cost me anything, but how much should I pay you?' I said, not in an onstentation mode but for satisfying, not her curiosity but her request. 'Not in this situation, nor in these particular circumstances. But in the present case -she said- you wouldn't have to pay me anything, though of course, it wouldn't be free.' My answer wasn't the following but anyway I said 'I'm not interested then. However I accept. Not with pleasure but willingly.' 'I can't say that I'm happy, though I feel happy' she said, not grabbing me by an arm but by the other arm. And without giving a single step nor going by foot, we didn't leave, but we moved walking until finding, not a hotel nor a motel nor a hostel, but an inn to which of course we never reached. However, without crossing the door we entered, and the manager without directing the word he said to us 'I have nothing to regret but... I'm sorry. There are no chambers available. But I can give you a room.' 'Don't tell us where it is, but indicate us how to get there.' requested, not my partner but the woman who was not with me but by my side. The guy didn't give use any indication but he showed us, not where the room was but in which place. And we didn't stay but we remained there, not all night long but until the next morning, not making love but... well, I hope you understood how is the technique of this.
 

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Unmotivated

During the ending year,
Raimundo Maipú got drunk
four or five times, without having
a motive to do it.
He did a design course,
without having a motive to do it.
He argued with his wife, without having,
without having a motive to do it.
He watched television without having a motive to do it.
He updated his computer,
without a motive to do it.
He lost four kilos of weight,
he shouted thirty goals,
without a motive to do it.
And now that he approaches to the window,
from that twenty first floor office
is heard that Raimundo says that he jumps
and he just jumped.
Many said that he was bored,
Raimundo Maipú, and others have stated
that he couldn't fit with that way of life
and he had given up.
Nobody suspected that, like many other times,
he had acted, and would do it again,
without having, without having
a motive to do it.
 

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Serious affair

(1,2,3,4!)
 
Don't go easy on me too much
I also have hard times
I don't need such formalities
I want your favourite answer
You seem uncomfortable with this insecurity over you every day, don't you?
 
Don't care about these looks
This is looking like a happy ending novel and it's not cool
I want your favourite answer
You seem uncomfortable with this insecurity over you every day, don't you?
If you have a favourite song, I would like to sing it
Even if I had everything I wanted, it still wouldn't be enough
This is going beyond my imagination
 
Ah I shout that I need you
An imminent freedom
Doesn't suit me
I seem to be burning up
When you come and talk to me
It's freezing
Whatever you say it's freaking awesome
I guess you're darling
I can't understand what's happening
 
Don't come and go away
It's so simple!
Let's forget where you belong
I still would like to be a girl tomorrow
On the other hand, I can't stop worrying
I can't stay in the halfway
Because I know it'll always hurt if I wait, I won't do it
Come with me baby
 
Ah come! on fire
This is my first and probably my last move
Don't give me excuses
Look at me, I'm on fire
Screaming
Completely naked
I think you're just hero
You're being annoying
 
Ah I shout that I need you
An imminent freedom
Doesn't suit me
I seem to be burning up
When you come and talk to me
It's freezing
Whatever you say it's freaking awesome
I guess you're darling
Stay here forever
I shout that I miss you
Surely you call me
I'm not used to it
My eyes seem to be burning in a dead line
With a zero degree fever
This is a serious affair, discard your usual manners and come pick me up
Want you darling baby
Stay there darling baby
 
Tata-ra tata-ra tata
I'm telling you the truth darling
 
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Mint egy őrült

Elmentél, s azóta csak a múló perceket számolom
Minden időm csak árnyakra, s a velük való beszédre áldozom
Hirtelen mentél el, s elvittél magaddal minden kéket az égről
S mennyire, de mennyire vágyom, hogy újra lássalak... csak egy percet a szépből
hogy elmondhassam Néked,
mi történt azóta velem,
s hogy megőrülök - Miattad: teljesen!
 
Mint vízre a szomjas éjszakákon, úgy gondolok Reád
Elmentél, s az éjben magammal viaskodom tehát,
Mert mit meg nem adnék azért, hogy még egyszer újra lássalak...
Mint egy tomboló részeg, csak iszom tovább, s magam körül mindent felégetek
de az éj sötétjében - mind tovább - újra csak egyedül leszek
Szeretném, ha - csak egyetlen egyszer is - újra láttatnád magad..
 
Elmentél, s én egymagam, az üres házban vagyok
Nehéz idők járnak felém, köröttem minden megfagyott
Elhagytál, nincs más, csak a fájdalmam van velem
Bár tudnád, mennyire vágyom rá, hogy újra itt légy, Kedvesem!
 

No Need To Be Blue

When I become bored or blue,
And don't feel like reading or taking a walk.
And am in a bad mood - well, who needs that?
 
Oranges and candy,
Bicycle horns,
Pinocchio and The Firebird,
The puppy dog in Building 30,
Pies, badges, stamps,
Birthdays and presents,
The Central Park movie theater,
Where they're showing 'Hey, Just a Minute!'
 
I'm smiling and enjoying myself again.
I'm not reading myself to sleep anymore,
I've got no time for moaning, groaning, being bored.
I'm done with this bad mood in just 5 minutes.
 
Oranges and candy,
Bicycle horns,
Pinocchio and The Firebird,
The puppy dog in Building 30,
Pies, badges and stamps,
Birthdays and presents,
The Central Park movie theater,
Where they're showing 'Hey, Just a Minute!'
 
And if something slightly depresses you,
I have advice for you, friend, believe me,
Your bad mood will quickly pass,
If you'll just conjure up thoughts, like I:
 
Oranges and candy,
Bicycle horns,
Pinocchio and The Firebird,
The puppy dog in Building 30,
Pies, badges, stamps,
Birthdays and presents,
The Central Park movie theater,
Where they're playing 'Hey! Just A Minute!'
 
Also, check these out:
Children's Choir - 'We Had a Christmas Tree Like That'
Children's Choir - 'Mom Bought Great Galoshes for Lyosha'
Children's Choir - 'The Miracle of All Miracles'
Children's Choir - 'That the Little Sun Might Shine'
 

A forest cemetery in Pasewalk

You have earned the right
to be buried by us here,
where German oaks shade your graves.
Recieve these symbols of freedom, strength and life
as the most beautiful jewel
adorning your grave.
In a German forest, where the German spirit dwells,
in this quiet grove where you rest peacefully
thousands will come to honour you in a thousand year.
We will enter the thick verdant forest
to reach the place where your graves lie.
We will then lighten our step
for you speak to all of us.
So will you live forever more, long after your bodies vanished.
 
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At the radio set

The night is dark, a soft breeze blows.
Through the branches, silence reigns all around.
Only machineguns drum the beat in the distance.
 
The comrades are asleep in a nearby tent,
dreaming of going home to their sweethearts.
Only I sit alone and watch over the radio,
listening for signals from the forward post.
 
And so I sit the whole night away,
and the next morning I feel a deep joy
when the scouts report over the radio
that their patrol returned unscathed.
 
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