A keresés eredménye oldal 3

God help the outcasts

I don't think you want to hear me
For I am a gypsy
I don't think I know, how to beg you
I can not see you.
 
I always imagined myself
I do not live with virtue
I see your face and I wonder
What did you do?
 
God helps you, live with faith,
Mercy they ask of you, they want to see love
Look at my people, they trust you
The outcasts pray to live
 
What should I do to be famous?
Look with glory where it is
I want love to own
I ask God with faith my blessings
 
I do not ask for anything, I know how to survive
But there are many others that are not like that
Save my people from their terrible fate
I think they are all children of God
 
God's children are outcasts
 

The Little Flower In The Garden

The little flower in the garden
The little flower in the garden
The little flower in the garden
She promised to that she would take me
 
The little flower of the mountain
The little flower of the mountain
The little flower of the mountain
Pays no attention to me at all
 
Come, let's go to the island,
Come, let's go to the island,
Come, let's go to the island,
You and I, and your mom
 
Come, let's go to where you speak of
Come, let's go to where you speak of
Come, let's go to where you speak of
There, where the birds build nests
 
The little flower in the garden
The little flower in the garden
The little flower in the garden
She promised to that she would take me
 

Everything's saint

Everything's saint...
The eyes when I look at the Sun
The words that you've told me yesterday
Everything's saint
 
Everything's saint...
The trees, water, and sadness
Weddings, argues about nothing
The skies and time...
 
Everything's saint...
The prayers and sea, everything's saint
The Sabbath, for sure, the love
We and whole the world
 
Everything's saint...
Every human is a human,
The family, the soldiers at their homes,
I know that God exists in ourselves
 
Everything's saint...
Shaking hands, an embrace and a rain
To love, to sleep and also to walk
To feel pain and to cry
Everything's saint...
The truth, the reality and all the miracles
A dress that you've put on yesterday
This body, the souls...
 
Everything's saint...
The prayers and sea, everything's saint
The Sabbath, for sure, the love
We and whole the world
 
Everything's saint...
Every human is a human,
The family, the soldiers at their homes,
I know that God exists in ourselves
 
I'm grateful to You
King living and eternal
That You returned me my soul
In Your great grace and reliance
 
Everything's saint...
The prayers and sea, everything's saint
The Sabbath, for sure, the love
We and whole the world
 
Everything's saint...
Every human is a human,
The family, the soldiers at their homes,
I know that God exists...
 
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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.
 

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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Stained by Love

We're stained by love
Painted in a strange color
Because it shattered my heart
 
That can't be erased...
The stains are here to stay
Beyond the body, beyond time
Na na.... Nana nana....nananana
They can try to be forgotten
What can't be done is to deny
The stories of blood
That paint the skin in this lifetime
 
The salt wrote this song
The stains in your heart
And the end of the years
You'll be able to understand what I'm saying
 
It got tired of supporting so much
 
It started a complicated love
 
And in the end, it has shattered
Staining us both
Na na na na
The salt has written this song
And in the end of time we'll understand
That it can't be erased from us
From us from us from us
 
Hey! From us from us from us
 
We're stained by love
Painted in a strange color
Because it shattered my heart
That can't be erased...
The stains are here to stay
Beyond the body, beyond time
 
It got tired of supporting so much
It started a complicated love
And in the end, it has shattered
Staining us both
Na na na na
 
The salt has written this song
And in the end of time we'll understand
That it can't be erased from us
From us from us from us
Hey! From us
 

Precious children

Precious children
Go to school
To learn and receive knowledge
Go to school
With book and pen
To learn and receive knowledge.
 
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Vertebrates

She asks you where you are
You reply, still behind
A while ago you lost track
Of the conversation
 
You want to leave but don't go
Last night hurt more
Than you thought, and perhaps
Because it's not your decision
 
The sun has risen
Arrogant and Spanish
And in your heart
It's raining all the time
 
Your case is in the books
That you can classify
In your anxiety, your torment
There is nothing original
 
You think you still have an ace up your sleeve
If you need to take it out
And the world will roll back
By higher order
 
The sun has risen
Arrogant and Spanish
And in your heart
It's raining all the time
 

Goodbye (Adiós)

V.1
 
It was all like in Coelho's novells
Oo, oo
And Me with You are two migratory birds
High above the ground.
 
And it' s indifferently1 for the birds
Oo, oo
Everything that can happen down under them.
 
And there was sky of an indigo color,
But it was/was not.
The tequila was flowing by river,
Hey, pour amigo!
 
And time, like cigarette smoke,
So imperceptibly.
The summer ends with cold wind...
 
And now the tickets, the airport, what's next?
The topic is taboo!..
 
'Greetings' to your native city
And planes [are flying] into different directions.
We are dividing the sky fifty-fifty ...
 
Ref:
Adiós! Do not be sad, amigo, do not be bored,
Do not believe, do not promise, do not say 'Farewell'.
Adiós! Let it was hot all the summer long,
But do not burn, still everything will be, so know.
 
Shake your body-body...-7 times
 
V.2
 
But everything, for sure, is not accidental,
Oo, oo
And the angels were whispering so quietly
Words that we were not familiar with.
 
Let the distance between us again,
Distances, partings, cafes, stations.
If this is fate, [then] we'll see each other again.
See you again
 
The mojito is so pouring in the bar,
And senoritas.
And how much is drunk, how many hearts are broken?
 
Yes, actually all these topics about the 'summer' are already f*cked specifically ...
 
Ref.
 
Shake your body-body...-7 times
 
V.3
 
While I was drinking Viagra, she was eating a foie gras,
The ships were leaving there where the grass was already turning yellow,
The roses of the winds will scatter us around the world,
We will run our memory on the wind.
 
A lot has been done, but so little has been said,
But we'll see each other again, to start over.
Let the locomotives and airplanes are taking us away,
We still remember all the passwords and codes.
 
Like agents from a movie, we are drinking coffee on different continents,
They say time heals, but, on the go, you need to treat the liver.
Adiós, Mami2 , see you again!
 
Ref.
Ref.
 
Shake your body-body...-7 times
 

• 1. *wordly(slang)- deeply parallel
• 2. probably male or female name. If you know exactly comment or PM pls

The major of the Dorados

I was one of soldiers,
of that man known throughout the world,
although he was a the seat of power1
he did not envy the presidential one.
 
Now I live there by the edge
remembering that timeless moment,
oh...oh...
now I live there by the edge
remembering Villa there in
who by luck became a major,
for the struggle we were left maimed,
defending our country and honor.
 
Today I remember past times
that we fought against the invader,
today I remember past times
of those Dorados, for I was their major.
 
My horse that I rode frequently
died in Jiménez,
a bullet that was meant for me
pierced him instead.
 
As he died from the pain he neighed,
for his country he gave his life,
oh...oh...
as he died from the pain he neighed,
how I cried for him when he died.
 
Pancho Villa you are etched
in my mind and in my heart,
and although many times I found myself defeated
by forces...
 
...I remained a faithful soldier
until the end of the revolution,
oh...oh...
I remained a faithful soldier
who has always fought alongside the cannon.
 

• 1. famous line that goes 'Villa sitting in his chair', the chair was a symbol for power in many historical photographs of Villa.
• 2. lit. 'The Golden Ones' - Villa and the Dorados, “the golden Ones”, his ferocious cavalry would attack, firing accurately at a full gallop from their charging horses in the style of warfare perfected by the Apache and Comanches who the Dorados’ fathers had fought a generation earlier. []

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Little Rock 'n' Roll Flower

Versions: #2
Why throw flowers
if you are a garden?
With those scents,
I feel like dying.
 
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,*
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,**
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
 
Why give kisses,
my wallflower?
With those colors,
I pale.
 
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
 
Why transplant yourself
to my heart?
Why not cut yourself
off from the rain?
 
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
 
Look, you wear innocence
on the surface of your skin,***
and besides, you are always
as fresh as a daisy.****
 
I am the hummingbird
who drinks up all of your honey.
I am the hummingbird
who drinks up all of your honey.
I am the hummingbird.
 
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
 
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it,
for awakening my passion.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.
I will put you in a pot.
 
Little rock ‘n’ roll flower,
you asked for it.
You set me ablaze,
unforgiving.
 

Youth of Samarina

Oh you, young guerillas,
Youth of Samarina
Well, poor kids,
Youth of Samarina
Even though you got dirty.
 
Well, if you ever go up on the mountains
That are on the way to Samarina
Well, poor kids,
On the way to Samarina,
Even if you get dirty.
 
Well, do not shoot with your guns
Do not sing songs
Well, poor kids
Do not sing songs
Even if you get dirty.
 
And if my mother asks you,
As well as my poor sister
Well, poor kids
As well as my poor sister
Even though you got dirty.
 
Do not tell them I've died
That I'm dead for a while now
Well, poor kids
That I'm dead for a while now
Even though you got dirty.
 
Well, tell them that I got married
That I married to the deep soil
Well, poor kids
I got married to the deep soil
Even though you got dirty.
 

Eyes Shut

No, this isn't a love letter
I need to release my pain
My heart just wants to settle down, settle down
 
And I know, I know
It was hard to breathe
We divided the air, almost lost our minds
Time swept it away, in no rush
 
I shut my eyes to see you
And my body is cured of you, of you... Of you
 
Open, open* up your heart and go
Onward without looking back
Our promises no longer mean anything, it worked
 
Eyes, shut to see you
My body, cured of you, of you
Ahhh
 
Eyes, shut to see you
My body, cured of you, of you... Of you
 

Elhagyottak

Szomorú éjszaka
Fénytelenül
És az én szívemben
Nincsen reménység
Nézd, ezt a napot
Felhő borítja be
Kacagva mondja
Gyere ide
Zengjen egy dal
Zengjen egy dal
 
A valódiakban, az elhagyottak
Eledelt keresnek, a népség
közepén, az utca
közepén, koldulnak.
Az élet sírva kelt fel.
 
Ti, senki fiai
Kikről hosszú évek óta megfeledkeztek
Te csak ötvenegy éves vagy
De száznak nézel ki.
 
A civilizáció igazai óta
Elhagyottak hangján
Kezdünk egy dalt
Anélkül hogy bátorságot merítenénk
Énekelünk hogy ne feledjünk.
 
Ti, senki nagyszülei
Kikről hosszú évek óta megfeledkeztek
Hova sodort minket az élet?
Az igazakhoz!
 
Te, szívem
Élő és kellemes forrás
Úgy, hogy még
Én is tudom inni az életet
Nézd, ezt a napot
Felhő borítja be
Kacagva mondja
Gyere ide
Zengjen egy dal
Zengjen egy dal
 
Mi, senki fiai
Kikről hosszú évek óta megfeledkeztek
Hova sodort minket az élet?
Az igazakhoz!
 
A valódiakban, az elhagyottak
Eledelt keresnek, a népség
közepén, az utca
közepén, koldulnak.
Az élet sírva kelt fel.
 
Ti, senki fiai
Kikről hosszú évek óta megfeledkeztek
Te csak ötvenegy éves vagy
De száznak nézel ki.
 
A valódiakban, az elhagyottak
Eledelt keresnek, a népség
közepén, az utca
közepén, koldulnak.
Az élet sírva kelt fel.
 
A valódiakban, az elhagyottak
Eledelt keresnek, a népség
közepén, az utca
közepén, koldulnak.
Az élet sírva kelt fel.
 
Zengjen egy dal
Zengjen egy dal
 

Fájdalmas álmok

Fájdalom, szenvedély
és nem megfelelő időben
egy összetört remény
a szívemben a szívemben
a szívemben
Szerelmes dal
melyet soha nem fejeztünk be
és egy ketyegés, amely megáll
mint egy óra a szívben.
 
Add vissza az életem és lélegzetem.
Győzz meg róla, hogy a mi történetünk
életképes lehet, hogy életképes lehet.
 
A hangod, a búcsúzásod, homok a kezemben
és néhány szó, amely megtörik a szívemben,
a szívemben.
 
Térj vissza hozzám, add vissza nekem,
a bőrödön hagyott lenyomataimat.
Győzz meg róla, hogy ez a történet
még mindig életképes lehet.
Ne törd össze a mi szerelmi álmainkat
és tegyél meg mindent énértem,
így a hold elhomályosítja a napot,
nem lehet lehetetlen mert a szív ...
a szívemben.
 
Két könny, kristályos fájdalom
és egy jeges szél, amely átszúrja a szívet.
A birtoklás, fájdalmas álmok
sétálnak és állnak mi kettőnk között,
közted és én közöttem
 
Térj vissza hozzám, add vissza nekem,
a csókokat, amiket a bőrödön hagytam.
Győzz meg róla, hogy ez a történet
még mindig életképes lehet.
Ne törd össze a mi szerelmi álmainkat
és át merek kelni a végtelen tengeren, ha
a te sorsod az enyém mellett van
 
Ne dobd el így a mi történetünket
és tegyél meg mindent énértem,
így a hold elhomályosítja a napot,
nem lehet lehetetlen mert a szív ...
a szívemben.
 
Merjél
Meggyőzni engem
Merjél!
 

Masked People

There was a bag with a mask in it
And a girl found it
In the beginning, she was afraid and didn't know what to do
Or how to compose
But she put it over her face and it fit her so well
 
The happiness of having a new face filled her
So she went down the street and the world gave her flowers
No one doubted the mask covered a face
That was previously full of fear
 
And nothing seemed to make her stop believing
That all along the new and strong face was her own
And even if they told her, she answered with 'It's me'
 
But there was a day that when she was going down the street the world fell down
So many beautiful masked people walked around, shamelessly
She kneeled down in anger, looked up to the sky and before she screamed, she cried
 
And when she got back up, she looked at the masked people and judged
'These are all fake, so many copies of a face that was previously mine!'
No one gave her attention
So she, tired, took her mask off and smiled
 
Now they say that when she smiled she understood
That life only happens
To those who devoted themselves
 
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Confessions

Words
At the end they're only words
They fade out in the air
 
Your words are always complicate
Your actions talk more clearly than the water
 
Noooooo
 
You promised
To stay alone for a while
That there are very recent wounds.
 
That you mustn't, you can't, no
In any way
But deny it ig you dare
 
That when I come closer, little by little
You become nervous
Don't say you don't, you don't
 
Then let's leave us
In fact, we already are alone.
 
You say that it isn't worth
That it makes no sense
But for this kind of poison there's no solution.
 
Come and let yourself fall here close to me
That come confessions to us
 
I confess, I confess
That it's burning to me like it burns to you
What is worth to let it there?
Let's take a cold shower.
 
Don't misunderstand me
My only sin is I'm sincere
 
Tonight there's full moon
It's so pure and clear...
 
When I come closer, little by little
You become nervous
Don't say you don't, you don't
 
Then let's leave us
In fact, we already are alone.
 
You say that it isn't worth
That it makes no sense
But for this kind of poison there's no solution.
 
Come and let yourself fall here close to me
That come confessions to us
 
Tell me that you don't, you don't feel it
Tell me you don't, you don't, if you dare.
 
When I come closer, little by little
You become nervous
Don't say you don't, you don't
 
Look my love, that already from longtime
We've grown...
 
And I know that it is no worth
That it makes no sense
But for this kind of poison there's no solution
 
Then, let you fall here close to me
Remain subjected at what you'll find
 
Then tie up here close to me
That come confessions
 

Caught in the Web

Versions: #2
I looked so much that I found
Some Internet address on the web
There was a forum for fans
Of horror movies and B-movies
And there I met a woman
Who wrote 'love' to me only in English
Her name seduced me
And I imagined everything else about her
 
What do I want more for?
She gives me all I want to have
 
I gave you all my love at, dot dot com
And you have stolen, stolen, stolen my good sense
Send me an e-mail, and I'll open my inbox for you
I'll make room for you in the filing system of my heart
 
We only went out once
To surf the web together
I brought out my Visa credit card
And she promised to be faithful
 
I'll never touch her skin
I'll never be able to be where she is
When love is blind
Then the heart doesn't lie to the eyes that can't see
 
What do I want more for?
She gives me all I want to have
 
I gave you all my love at, dot dot com
And you have stolen, stolen, stolen my good sense
Send me an e-mail, and I'll open my inbox for you
I'll make room for you in the filing system of my heart
 
What do I want more for?
She gives me all I want to have
 
I gave you all my love at, dot dot com
And you have stolen, stolen, stolen my good sense
Send me an e-mail, and I'll open my inbox for you
I'll make room for you in the filing system of my heart
 
Cyberpirate of love
You drove me into betrayals
 

With my Eyes Closed

Everybody wants me to stay away from him
Because he's bad
And doesn't care for me
 
They say he gets into my brain
In order to get into my body
 
I must confess that when he kisses me
The world spins inside my head
I close my eyes and feel his breath
My blood burns any thought
And I believe him, I believe him, I believe him
 
I believe when he says he wants me
I believe his love will last forever
I believe he's the best man
I believe the moon is made of cheese
And if he'd give me another kiss
Who cares if he lies, I believe him
 
With my eyes closed I'll go after him
With my eyes closed I'll always love him
With my eyes closed I trust him
With my eyes closed I want to believe him
With my eyes closed I'll go after him
With my eyes closed I'll always love him
With my eyes closed I trust him
With my eyes closed I want to believe
I'll believe
 
They say I can't see
Because love blinds me
When I'm with him
 
I don't notice his lack of money
They say he's bad and I'm his toy
 
I must confess that when he kisses me
The world spins inside my head
I close my eyes and feel his breath
My blood burns any thought
And I believe him, I believe him, I believe him
 
I believe when he says he wants me
I believe his love will last forever
I believe he's the best man
I believe the moon is made of cheese
And if he'd give me another kiss
Who cares if he lies, I believe him
 
With my eyes closed I'll go after him
With my eyes closed I'll always love him
With my eyes closed I trust him
With my eyes closed I want to believe him
With my eyes closed I'll go after him
With my eyes closed I'll always love him
With my eyes closed I trust him
With my eyes closed I want to believe
I'll believe
With my eyes closed
With my eyes closed
 

I loved a Shepard girl

I loved a Shepard girl
an envied daughter
and I loved her much
I was a bird without song
a 10 year old boy
 
One day as we sat
in the blooming grass
Maro, let me tell you something
Maro, I told her,
I love you
I'm crazy about you
 
She grabbed me by the waist
kissed me on the mouth
and said: you're still young for seighs,
for love's grief
 
I've grown up and long for her
her heart longs for another
she forgets me like an orphan
but I don't ever forget
her kiss
 

Sultana

Come out Sultana to the window
to see the sun and the moon
to see the Turk you'll marry
 
I don't want him, I won't marry him
I was born a Romea,
I'll die a Romea
I won't marry the Turk man
 
Take him as your husband,
my dear Sultana
he has a boat
and will take you out
in Salonica
 

The Fatal Denouement Of Joyless Love And Passion!..

The fatal denouement of joyless love and passion!
Not quiet sadness but an hour of death throe...
Though life's an evil hoax, yet when the heart dies, crashing,
It yearns and hurts and aches, and at the Eden's threshold
It still burns with the flame, that went out long ago.
 
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Jigsaw puzzle

Is that they were, were your hugs
that like saber wounds shattered me
sharp were your looks
I was left torn apart and drowned in crying.
Red and mad, the flame of your mouth
it burned me, and it's my time to quench.
 
I begin a new life
a jigsaw puzzle I have to work on
Far away, away from his influence
that cruel smell that invaded my being.
 
From the weeds came out your promises
germinating sadness in my head.
Your nasty deed took me by surprise,
to hurt, you're very skilled.
How delightful were your caresses
bad news, they were pure malice.
 
I don't want to run towards to you anymore,
I don't want to scream your name anymore.
 
Far away, away from his influence
his love was almost death.
 

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The peg

Your eyes are two headlights
That shine on the garbage dumps
Your feet are two pegs
To tie a lot of cows
Your hair is like a mop
Messy dirty and ugly
Your heart doesn't beat
And is as dangerous as dynamite
 
So long, see you
May a car crash you
May a lighting strikes you
May a train splashes you
 
So long, see you
May a dog bite you
May you be taken by the devil
And marquis skull
 
Your twisted brain,
Is a nest of snakes.
Your stomach doesn't feel hungry,
The excess of bile
Caused it a cramp
Your hands know karate,
May God don't let them kill me
You're a bad fortune bird
If I don't get far I'll die
 
So long, see you
May a car crash you
May a lighting strikes you
May a train splashes you
 
So long, see you
May a dog bite you
May you be taken by the devil
And marquis skull
 
You're not a person
You're only a beast
And I love you till death
I love you dead
 

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Both Love And Joy Exist, My Friend...

Both love and joy exist, my friend,
All that will happen to no end,
Although in other hearts, not ours.
But, dear mate, both you and I
Are just day-dreams of Beauty cry,
Just drops in timeless grails of flowers
That never cease to blossom, no!
In never dying gardens' row.
 
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Point Blank

Let's not go point blank,
'cause we don't feel it, it doesn't suit us
We're already bursting with
so much irrational fury
 
Heavy bullets, poison iron,
unnatural deaths
Horror tales, I condemn them
so, oh well, the Nobel Peace Prize
 
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
Where did so much cold blood come from?
Always tempted with the afterlife
 
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
 
Not so much lead, gentlemen,
so another funeral doesn't touch us
How many of us will stay calm?
End the shooting, I'll say no more
 
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
Where did so much cold blood come from?
Always tempted with the afterlife
 
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
No more, no more pulling the trigger
No more, no more, stop shooting
 
Cold blood no, brave yes
Cold blood no, brave yes
 
No more, no more, stop shooting
 

Serious Little Thing

Some what's-his-name was yelling at me,
if I were an ice cream he'd have been sucking me
Another one said I'm a dog,
well, I'll go and bury your bones
 
The super brute has no respect
I flipped over and pegged him in the face
It's 'cause I'm a serious little thing
It's 'cause I'm a serious little thing
 
I don't mince words, I'll get over what they'll say
I don't mince words, I'll get over what they'll say
 
Serious little thing
Serious little thing
Serious little thing
 
In the newspaper it came out that even more of this happened to him
For going around making dirty catcalls, his mushroom head got cut off
And although a bit exaggerated, I think he was looking for it
It's 'cause I'm a serious little thing
It's 'cause I'm a serious little thing
 
I don't mince words, I'll get over what they'll say
I don't mince words, I'll get over what they'll say
 
Serious little thing
[repeat]
 

The Album

The insides of my eyelids
Focus on your face
Your memory rings like an echo
In my underground orchid garden
Your absence opens a hole
In the middle of my chest
And just closing my eyes
I see you in every blink
 
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Only your photos fill the album in my head
 
An ID photo, a poster on my wall
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Photo in my head and in my wallet
 
In the darkroom far away
I reveal and amplify the past
Though I saved the negatives
I can reproduce you at my side
So absent and so present
Indelible in my mind
You print your features on me
 
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Only your photos fill the album in my head
Perfect framing, harmonious composition
Only your photos fill the album in my head
 
O, because only your photos
Fill the album in my head
In black and white or in color, they shoot my emotion
Only your photos fill the album in my head
I don't need flash though it's night
Why don't you turn off? You're an outpouring of light
 
Only your photos fill the album in my head
One with a landscape, unforgettable trip
And that whole-body shot, signed with an 'I love you'
Only your photos fill the album in my head
 

Taste of joy

When love knocks at the door for the first time
How blissful is that state of mind
When you're kissing me, and
Immediately, the whole world
Is brightening around
Sadness and fear disappear
When you hold my hand
Your kiss is already rising me to the stars
Now I know, I feel that
For the first time
 
Refrain:
What kind of taste the love has
It has taste of the kiss
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
 
If yes, or no
I won't reply to you today
Thoughts don't let me sleep
I'm daydreaming
'Cause the fate finally
Wants to give us something from heart
When you're one step away (close to me)
The time stops
And my kiss is already rising you to the stars
Now you know
You feel it for the first time
 
Refrain:
What kind of taste the love has
It has taste of the kiss
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
 
And when we'll run out of breath
Let the flow of the words stop
And paint the smile on (my) face
And give me happiness
See for yourself
 
It has taste of the kiss
What kind of taste the joy has
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has, yeah
What kind of taste the love has
What kind of taste the love has
 
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Condemned*

Clopin:
Condemned
Arrested
Accused
Locked away
Dispossessed
Driven out
Exiled
Deported
The color
Of my skin
Against the
Color of yours
The song
That you sing
Against the one
That I dance
The pain
Of exile
Under the grey skies
Of Paris
 
How to make a world
Where racism is no more?
How to make a world
Without exclusion of any kind?
 
Humiliated
Rejected
Brought
Made to submit
Outraged
Tortured
Crushed
Broken
Massacred
My country which I still carry
In my soul, in my body
Your country, which offers me
Fatality and death
From the love of my god
To the rancor of your god
 
How to make a world
Where racism is no more?
How to make a world
Without exclusion of any kind?
 
Condemned
Arrested
Accused
Locked away
Dispossessed
Driven away
Exiled
Deported
 
Condemned
Condemned
 

Deported

Phoebus:
In the name of the King
The sentence of the Court
of Paris, I've in my hand
Esmeralda
You are accused of witchcraft, and shall be hanged
As for the ones without documents, you shall be...
 
Driven away
Exiled
Deported
Driven away
Exiled
Deported
 
Driven away
Exiled
Deported!
 
Driven away
Exiled
Deported