A keresés eredménye oldal 5

I eat an apple

I eat an apple, crunching within my teeth
You didn't come for you nothing left
You were with somebody else, the basket emptied,
 
I eat an apple, our love went into pieces
You didn't come, left only the stump
Everything is over, I don't wait for anything
 
I have waited to you
Till the late night in my room
I went about
Like a crazy wood-bettle in the tree
 
The apples have laughed well behind me
I became angry, soon fastly ate them all
I will forget you, you don't come anymore
 
I have waited to you
Till the late night in my room
I went about
Like a crazy wood-bettle in the tree
 
The apples have laughed well behind me
I became angry, soon fastly ate them all
I will forget you, you don't come anymore
 

Why are You Angry With Me, Heaven?

If I would fill up a bag with the most beautiful stars
To put them one by one on the table in front of her
And to tighten my heart inside a vice because of her
Heaven, would you hear about my pain?
 
God, if I were to build stairs all the way to the heaven,
With what prayer would I come stand before you?
To calm the sea, for the field to be fertile
God, to give me back all that is mine.
Why are you angry with me, heaven?
When she's the one who has the last word for me...
It is too tight for the heart inside the chest,
It will follow her where ever she will go.
Why are you angry with me, heaven?
When she's the one who has the last word for me...
I won't bring her back
Neither with a tear, nor with a song
 

In your palm

You know that
Only she, only she
Only she can give you love
All that your heart
Heart, heart
All that your heart wants
 
Heart, you don't know
When you love, it hurts you more
You keep looking in the distance
To look for relief
 
When you feel that it hurts
You look for love in your pocket
The sun is on your sky when you look for it
 
In your palm
I would sing
My love
If you let me
 
I would sing to you every day
I would sing to you every night
In your palm, I would sing
 
Do you still remember when you whistled
Whistled, whistled
You cried out to love
You lost yourself in my eyes
You lost yourself, you lost yourself
You just looked for love
 
You held me tightly in your arms
You took me by the hand and dreamed
You carried me to the stars
And then you kissed me
 
When you feel that it hurts
You look for love in your pocket
The sun is on your sky when you look for it
 
In your palm
I would sing
My love
If you let me
 
I would sing to you every day
I would sing to you every night
In your palm, I would sing
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Welcome Fights

O, welcome fights (war fights). Who participates is so lucky!
with their flame we are blessed and turn out winners.
Millions of people pounding their heels saying 'we all are ready!'
 
Walking in the morning, people are coming and going.
the look in their eyes reminded me of 1956.
Walking in the evening, I saw the eyes of the revolutionists.
the look in their eyes reminded me of (The Free Officers).
I saw a political meeting, its words is an exciting tune.
There couldn't be enough chairs.
for there are millions
millions of people pounding their heels saying 'we all are ready!'
O, welcome fights.
 
One moment we glance.. everyone's quiet.. we listen happily.
Abdelnasser, our lover.. standing between us giving us a speech.
we answer him, he answers us.. a leader and his soldiers.
Say what you want to say.. we are your men.. your right arm.. say.
Abdelnasser says God is greater and the day of Al Azhar is in me.
O, people here we are again defeating the invincible.
I have no more promises, only fights and struggles.
and many many bitter fights, my brothers.
Ask, and you'll find 30 million commanders in every square.
Abdelnasser says in every door in the treaty there's a torch to guide us.
Let's see where our great jihad (struggles to fight) is taking us.
To happiness, Nasser! To prosperity, Nasser!
To happiness and prosperity we'll make a road on the Nile
its name in Socialism is Heavy Manufacturing.
But we have to multiply our production many many many times.
We'll manage if we're in need, and we'll fight profligacy.
with the money we save, we'll fight the colonialism.
and we'll make a great wall to protect the lives of the workers.
that's from A to Z the whole plan.
and God we seek.
 
O, welcome fights (war fights). Who participates is so lucky!
with their flame we are blessed and turn out winners.
Millions of people pounding their heels saying 'we all are ready!'
O, welcome fights!
 
we have our plan in hand and we're so ready.
you, who's against us, will be sad, you're against great people!
a mountain of granite is cracked.
nothing can stop us, what about the day of freeing Palestine?
and we swear we'll never never never again be patient to a perfidious.
I swear by the valuable blood, and the sweat of foreheads
no more courtesy for them, and there's no way but a full revolution.
O, our working hands, plant sincerity and harvest, God is supporting.
harvest, repeal, reveal and refuse betrayers and pushies.
we'll make our way with the light of our principles, and to us is the plain win.
 
O, welcome fights (war fights). Who participates is so lucky!
with their flame we are blessed and turn out winners.
Millions of people pounding their heels saying 'we all are ready!'
O, welcome fights!
 
O, sea of the revolution, you thunderous, make your thunder in order.
the eye of the enemy won't sleep because of the sound of the working machines.
and you, our youth, move, it's your turn in history.
with your hands, Egypt must prosper in the age of rockets.
and our youth stood up and said 'O, my lovers, it's my turn I'm here for it!'
thanks to the white hair and the sincere people.
with regards to the sincere people, the socialists, have a peaceful life
many real regards to Gamal Abdelnasser and his brothers, may he live for his country.
me, you, and him are fine and in peace.
with regards from us to our hope, the Great Union.
we'll live, make our future and say 'we all are ready!'
 
O, welcome fights (war fights). Who participates is so lucky!
with their flame we are blessed and turn out winners.
Millions of people pounding their heels saying 'we all are ready!'
O, welcome fights!
 

It's not worth it in Summer

De Palma
Ana Mena
(FDP, ahah)
 
[Stanza 1 Fred De Palma]
She dances only with her friends
But when I pass smiling
I ask her 'What do you want to drink'?
While I drink that what she says
And I drink another litre of Cuba
I lose connection
I am like a meteorite
On its way to collission
She thinks like Barbie that I have the whole collection
I only just want to discard the agreement
 
[Chorus: Ana Mena]
If you come to search for me
Just not in summer as it's not worth it
If I'm not back on my feet, I don't respond to you, don't call back
Don't get angry
It's the wine's fault
It's is the sea's fault
It's not worth it in Summer
 

Baquetas karhak

بقيت كرهاك مش حساك ولا عايزاك تكون ليا
و متهيألي مفهومة حياتي ناهيتها بإيديا
دا ياما شكيت كتير و بكيت ولا حسيت بأوجاعي
جرحت كرامتي بخداعك و جرحك كان ملوش داعي
 
خلاص انساني ما نسيتك انا اسفة اني حبيتك
غلطت عشان انا اديتك حياتي و روحي ملك ايديك
خلاص بجد ندمت على الايام لقيت فيها الوعود اوهام
خلاص مش قابلة اي كلام عشان مش باقية تاني عليك
 
انا مصّره أعيش حرة و مش مضطرة اعيش وياك
فتنساني خلاص احسن لاني بقيت انا نسياك
و عشت معاك بقلب ملاك عشان فكراك حبيب ليا
لقيت الراحة فيك لما تشوف الدمعة ف عينيا
 

Nyáron nem számít

Csak a barátnőivel táncol,
De mosolyog, amikor elmegyek mellette
Megkérdezem hogy “Mit kérsz inni?”
Amíg én az ő szavait iszom
És iszom még egy Cuba Libret
Elveszítem a kapcsolatot
Olyan vagyok mint egy meteorit
A becsapódáshoz közel
Ő azt gondolja, hogy egy egész Barbie-kollekcióm van
És hogy csak “ki akarom csomagolni”
 
Ha csak nyárra keresel,
Az úgy nem működik
Ha nem szedem össze magam, nem válaszolok, akkor ne hívj,
Ha azt mondom hogy megyek, aztán mégse megyek
Ne húzd fel magad
A bor hibája,
A tenger hibája
Nyáron nem számít
 

Soul asks it

Today I want to make a knot with the sadness and the wailing
leave the feeling take the reins of the truth
so the dream can fly
without get it tie in any port
so that from the desert to the rocks
can talk because now its time to follow the wind
what waits for me can't wait
 
I want you know not to walk light
under the sun and without hat
Soul asks it from me, soul asks it, soul asks it
 
I want to hear with an honest heart
starting every day from zero
Soul asks it from me, soul asks it, soul asks it(oooooh)
 
I'm going to pull out the leaves that are blurred and faded
I'm going to write a life where I can see everything
Look for someone who will find the paradise in my arms
and follow my step
without care where to go
 
Because its time to follow the wind
whats waits for me can't wait
I want you know not to walk light
under the sun and without hat
 
Soul asks it from me, soul asks it, soul asks it
I want to hear with an honest heart
starting every day from zero
 
Soul asks it from me, soul asks it, soul asks it
Soul asks it (oooooooh)
 
Soul asks it from me, wind asks it from me, the feeling asks it from me
Asks it from me with screams everything i feel oooooooo
Soul asks it from me, wind asks it from me, the feeling asks it from me
Asks it from me with screams everything i feel
 
I want you know not to walk light
under the sun and without hat
 
Soul asks it from me, soul asks it, soul asks it
I want to hear with an honest heart
starting every day from zero
 
Soul asks it from me, soul asks it, soul asks it
Soooooooul asks it
 

Thanks To All Of You

Thanks to all
who helped me
If you weren't here
my life wouldn't have progressed
 
Usually
you wouldn't hear from me
Because of all you
I've achieved success
 
If it weren't for all of you
I wouldn't be here
But because of all you my life got better, ohh
 
Thanks to all
who helped me
If you weren't here
my life wouldn't have progressed
 
Wherever I go
I won't forget the help
All my songs, I play for all of you
 
If it weren't for all of you
I wouldn't be here
But because of all you my life got better, ohh
 
Thanks to all of you
 

Like The Souls

By the walk of this life, I come anew,
I have some memories, knowledge and energy,
As well as desires, aspirations, thoughts and free consciousness,
A walk, very inspired and intelligent... Here, everything is possible.
 
A street so well-known... In another life... Individuals familiar,
Like the souls and like actors, they are dressed in intentional suits.
Like players, who ventured to experiment with big deals,
In the world, where matter and energy are shown to each other in a perfect dance... As such.
 
One very interesting thing: this fire of awakening...
Because everyone has his own way, his faith, his understanding of how to love.
In fact, for the physical world, it is a subtle world of the universe and He is Almighty.
Although, in this absolute ocean, it has its own success, its god, and even its color.
 

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What can it be, lady?

Versions: #3
What can it be, lady? before I behold you,
Then beholding you I paid attention to what I didn't have?
What can i see without you in my soul?
or what would become of me if you weren't like this?
 
And by now I'm feeling,
Although I have lived,
It wasn't life from the soul, no, for whom i lived,
But a mere natural instinct that guided me,
Until I could beheld your face
 
And beholding the splendor and the beauty of a face so transparent and delicate
That with such perfection nature has drawn.
 
From you I've received an state of being so extreme.
that there couldn't be in my ail healing
I suffer and sustain myself in my care.
 

Soul of the Plains

I was born on a riverbank of the vibrant Arauca.1
I'm a brother of the foam,
of the herons, of the roses
I'm a brother of the foam,
of the herons, of the roses
and the sun.
and the sun.
 
I was lulled by the living Diana2 with breezes through the palms.
so I have a soul
that's like the exquisite essence
So I have a soul
that's like the exquisite essence
of crystal
of crystal.
 
I love, I cry, I sing, I dream,
with carnations of passion,3
with carnations of passion,
I love, I cry, I sing, I dream,
and I sing to Venezuela
with the soul of a troubadour.
 
I was born on that riverbank of the vibrant Arauca.
I'm a brother of the foam,
of the herons, of the roses
and the sun.
 
I was lulled by the living Diana with breezes through the palms.
so I have a soul
that's like the exquisite essence
So I have a soul
that's like the exquisite essence
of crystal
of crystal.
 
I love, I cry, I sing, I dream,
with carnations of passion,
with carnations of passion,
I love, I cry, I sing, I dream,
and I sing to Venezuela
with the soul of a troubadour.
 
I was born on this riverbank of the vibrant Arauca.
I'm a brother of the foam,
of the herons, of the roses
and the sun.
 

• 1. a river between Venezuela and Colombia
• 2. goddess of the hunt, the moon, and nature in Roman mythology
• 3. According to a Christian legend, carnations grew from the Virgin Mary’s tears as she watched Jesus carry the cross.

δωρεάν ελάβετε δωρεάν δότε

A lélek és a test

Már tudom hogy sírni fogok
Hogy panaszkodni fogok
És hogy nevetni fogok
Tudom hogy a sötétségben
Nem fogsz látni semmit
Ha nem vagy itt
 
Két másodpercig tartott a naplemente
Égek belül
A lélek és a test
Forró a vér
 
És én nem tudok tovább így lenni
És én nem tudok tovább így lenni
Lélek nélküli testben
Égek belül
 
Már tudom hogy nem jössz
Senki nem fog tanítani
Hogy így
Milyen ebben magányban
Szemben az igazsággal
Szinte olyan mint elmenekülni
 
Két másodpercig tartott a naplemente
Égek belül
A lélek és a test
Forró a vér
 
Égek belül
 
És én nem tudok tovább így lenni
És én nem tudok tovább így lenni
 
Lélek nélküli testben
Égek belül
A vér forró
A lélek és a test
 

Hard to breath

Even the colors are not bright anymore, I feel dizzy
If only I had one more chance, do I have any?
There's no more time, believe me, everything is empty (or useless)
Whatever I try to do, I cannot find pover for even moving my arm
 
Leave me alone, it's hard to breath
 
The time is freezing, slowly
Nobody's around, its dark
If only I wake up when I'm just about to fall
They are all lies, all useless
 
Leave me alone, its hard to breath
 
I prefer crying thousand of times rather then leaving here
I feel cold, cover me, dont look at me like that
I need others' hands
Dont come upon me
 
Leave me alone , it's hard to breath
 
There's no color anymore*
Nobody's around, lights are on
Time isn't the limit anymore, everything is cool
I have no other chance than waking up, though
 
Leave me alone , it's hard to breath
 
muvaffakiyetsizleştiricileştiremeyebileceklerimizdenmişsinizcesine

Body And Soul

I'm kind of crazy, young
Crazy for you
You're discreet, much older
It makes no sense
 
I'm a Pisces, you're a Taurus
It still has
Everything and nothing to do with me
What really matters is to get along
 
Me with my beer, listening to a song
You with your nutella, netflix and comforter
It is still a good thing
It is still a good thing
 
Me with my problems, you're here to calm me down
You're complex about what they're going to say
It is still a good thing
It is still a good thing
 
I've deciphered your laugh
When you're thinking about me
I gave myself to you body and soul
Since the first time I saw you
I even try to stop destiny from taking you away
Taking you away
 
I've memorized your face
When something doesn't feel right
Just hearing my voice
You know that I am not fine
I even try to stop destiny from taking you away
Taking you away
 
Time has passed so quickly and I didn't see
Sorry
I think I'm missing you more
Than feeling guilty
I can't live your life
And you can't live mine
I am the pride
And you want to be alone too
I ignored them, write a little more
You are on the other side of the country, it isn't the script that I wanted
 
It's fukcing hard to accept, but even wearing perfume
No other girl has your scent
Your body, your kiss, your touch
I think there's too much love left
We've lacked a bit of luck
I need to be on the run, forgot the my emotions
Sorry, but I do so much better with my songs
 
I never wanted
To toss you aside
And that distance can't
Tear us apart
I tell it to you photos every day
Fearing the destiny
And without thinking about it, I notice
Everything feels strange
We keep going on like that
Me wanting you
You wanting me
I already left for another day
Another year, another life
Because it may not be possible
In this life
 
I've deciphered your laugh
When you're thinking about me
I gave myself to you body and soul
Since the first time I saw you
I even try to stop destiny from taking you away
Taking you away
 
I've memorized your face
When something doesn't feel right
Just hearing my voice
You know that I am not fine
I even try to stop destiny from taking you away
Taking you away
 
Destiny from taking you away
 

Teach me how to love

Teach me how to love.. teach me how to forget
you're a sea with a lost coast and harbor
teach me how to be gentle.. teach me how to be cold
 
pass by me.. just wipe my tears and go away
pass by me.. bring me a heart and a soul
pass by me.. if you remembered the wounds
you're a tyrant, a look is a mistake.. and you reward my generosity with stinginess
when I'm the one who gave you safety, an eye and an eyelid 1
this one is the bed and the other one is the cover 2
 
where do I begin, my wound
and you've been with me since I was born
my hand refused to wave you goodbye
 
but you've taught me to be cold.. since I failed to learn.. I will show you how to be loyal
 

• 1. means he was always watching over her to keep her safe
• 2. means the eye and the eyelid

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لك الحرية في استخدام ترجماتي كيفما شئت طالما وضعت الرابط لها

The ten commandments of hobos - Don't disturb the dream of God

We always saw the church tower first
That's how we knew which town we approach.
Then we started to hammer on the top of the truck's cabin
Stop, brother, here it will be OK
Around the churches were standing the weak, the left-behind
Those who never dared to get started to anywhere
Neither the dream, nor the unknown attracted them
They staid and comported
One must appreciate them, for they are the Homeland.
 
The hobos of my age banged not on the gates of castles in the pouring rain
Asking for admission, accommodation, warm meal
As the bloodshed decreased they were looking for each other
And were waiting for the dream shivering with cold in the blood-red night.
 
Throughout centuries laws were issued against them
The last was called parasitism
If they caught you and you didn't have a house, work
Stocks, labour service, wounds, stomps, chains.
And then escaping to foreign soil.
 
Passport is a beautiful word, like love
For me the music was my traveling document
I couldn't afford any more, yet it was more than I deserved
But music knew no borders
And it found a way here above, between, below the wires.
 
I considered myself a vagabond
I started with open heart, ignorant brain
I had no destination, I was just going
Jack London gave me my name and my cross
Always keep yourself to the road.
 
I thought that this was going to be enough, that this way I'll be free
Nobody ever saw the Book of Hobos
Perhaps it was never ever written
Or even if it exists somewhere, it has no letters
Only pictures, maps, signs, drawings, sounds, fragrances
In order to be accessible to all vagabonds
We know no languages yet we understand each other.
 
The real hobos are homeless
The stupider ones are tourists
They just originate from somewhere, and at old-age they tell tales about that
How good is to return to somewhere
This is a lie
They only tell this, to make people love them at their old-age.
 
The grey-haired hobo - what a nice role
The late Prodigal Son returns as a veteran
His children watch his movements with distressed heart.
He should have apologize them, but instead he gifts stones and tells tales
Sometimes even signs a song with heartbreaking self-pity.
 
I got tired, I got old
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
Cheer up, I've returned
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
Steadfast servants take care of me
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
I didn't confess for long, I'm sick
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
 
And even that old, sick, lame, hunched
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
He appears to be mysterious in the eyes of the family
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
He left them several times
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
Then he asked for money immediately
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
The egoist bastard knows
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
That they will forgive him
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
But where's the prayer for the family left
Oh, where are thou, my Lord?
 
He didn't lie to himself
He loved his children
Less his women
But more than everything else he adored the road
And now approaching the end, he doesn't want to give in lonely
Alone is good to tramp, but not to die.
 

Only Love

You're the wish in my dream
Your love intoxicates
Inside me a candle
Which you lit burns
 
Believe me when I say
That you're meant just for me
 
(Chorus)
All I have in my soul and heart I give to you
Because you're the one meant for me
Let angels now truthfully sing
Because you will be the only love forever
 
I think only of you
And the words of love
You can recognize it my eyes -
That you're my dearest one
 
(Chorus)
 
When hard sorrows come over you
Know that I will always be here
When they break, let them break me
Let them not touch you
 
And now I'm ready
For a lifetime next to you
May joy take us to heaven
If it's necessary I will give
Last drop of love
Just don't ever forget
 

The sound of the guitarra is the soul of a people

The sound of the guitarra1 is the soul of a people
That cries forth its fate2 in song
That lives a life on the banks of a river
And dies in the waves of the sea
 
And the sound of the guitarra is the soul of a people
That took to the streets in April3
That discovered the world by caravel
From Angola to Timor to Brazil
 
O, nation of sad poets
Who fight alone, resist
Up north, down south, in Lisbon
For Zeca, Camões, and Pessoa
 
O, nation of lonesome poets
You pray for us in May
In a fado of Amália, crying forth
A longing to be remembered
 
O, my warrior nation, you never give in
And you fight for your principles
Legends, prophecies from Alcácer Quibir
There are already too many utopias
 
O, nation of sad poets
Who fight alone, resist
Up north, down south, in Lisbon
For Zeca, Camões, and Pessoa
 
O, nation of lonesome poets
You pray for us in May
In a fado of Amália, crying forth
A longing to be remembered
 
For the sound of the guitarra is the soul of a people
Now free and able to dream
 

• 1. Portuguese guitar associated with fado
• 2. referring to both the idea of fate and the genre of fado
• 3. Carnation Revolution of April 25, 1974

I have no peace

If you could know how many people are crying far from
I can't come my love, fate isn't allowing
Foreign lands have became my home
I can't come my love, destiny is binding
 
I have no peace in this deadly world
to my soul stuck a madly love
 
Will this longing corrupt us?
Stop one day making us laugh instead of crying?
Or before we come together, the Creator
will he kill us in these exiles?
 
I have no peace in this deadly world
to my soul stuck a madly love
 

Starfish

On a night when the sky had a stronger glow
And in which sleep seemed not willing to come
I went to lie on the beach alone in the open
And away from the time I ended up sleeping
 
Woke up with the soft touch of a kiss
And a freckled face filled my gaze
Still half dreaming I asked her who she was
She laughed and said quietly: starfish
 
I'm the starfish
Only he obeyed, only he knows me
Only he knows who I am in the beginning and the end
Only to him I am faithful and it is he who protects me
When someone wants to force
To be master of me
 
I do not know if the desire or the greater was
but I know that for a moment I stopped thinking
An invisible flame burned my chest
Anything impossible made me believe
 
In silence we exchanged secrets and hugs We
entered in the spice a new alphabet A
thousand years have passed on our meeting
But a thousand years are little or nothing for the starfish
 

Salma ya Salama

Salma ya Salama
Oh,Salma ya Salama
Salma ya Salama
Oh,Salma ya Salama
 
There were three old gypsies
Come to our hall door
They come brave and boldly --eh- oh
And there's one sang high
The other sang --a - low
The lady sang the Wraggle Taggle gypsy -- ee- oh
 
Salma ya Salama
we'd gone and came back safely
Salma ya Salama
we'd gone and came back safely
 
Whistle, train, and stop here
Let me go to this land
No America, no Europe
There's no country that's better than mine
 
Salma ya Salama
we'd gone and came back safely
Salma ya Salama
we'd gone and came back safely
 
And it's why do you leave your house and your land?
Why do you leave your money -- ee- oh?
Sure I'd rather a kiss from the yellow gypsy's lips
Than you - oo - and all of your money -- ee- oh
 
Salma ya Salama
we'd gone and came back safely
Salma ya Salama
we'd gone and came back safely
 
Oh, the alienation, it puts you through a lot
It makes a craftsman speak in a foreign language 1
Wherever an Egyptian goes
He'd always create wonders
 
Salma ya Salama
we'd gone and came back safely
Salma ya Salama
we'd gone and came back safely
 

• 1. craftsmen there are usually very simple people who seldom if ever speak a foreign language

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لك الحرية في استخدام ترجماتي كيفما شئت طالما وضعت الرابط لها

Staying Folk

We have more places to go...
We'll listen your talk and go...
When songs,folks,instruments go wild,
Raki or Vine? we'll drink and go...
 
Even if hope's spring and summer passed,
Lived marks stays in eyes.
No one condemns us here.
What is the account,We'll pay and go...
 
If someone has something to tell,tell it.
He can put lies in it to if he want.
As long as he talks about us,about himself
We can see the difference between lie and true words.
 
We saw a lot until this day.
We have more places to go.
They can't forges us here,
Well sing s folk song to stay here and go...
 
We are existing with love,we were lovers,we loved.
We joined fights,we dead,revived.
We are cooked in a furnace of meaning.
We'll love beauty with meaning and go...
 
We'll love beauty with meaning and go...
What is the account,We'll pay and go...
Well sing s folk song to stay here and go...
 

From the soul

... Soul, if you have been hurt so badly,
why do you reject oblivion?
Why do you prefer
to cry for what you have lost,
to look for what you have loved,
to call for what already died?
 
You are living needlessly sad,
and I know that you didn't deserve
to pay with sorrow
the fault of being good,
as good as you were
for love.
 
It was what once started,
what, later on, no longer was,
what, at the end,
because of a mistake
became the heart's bitter night.
 
Forget those letters!
Go back to your old illusion!
Next to the grief
that causes a wound,
comes life
bringing another love.
 
Soul, don't close your window
to the happy morning sun.
Don't despare,
that the most wanted dream
is the one that most wound us,
it's the one that hurts the most.
 
You are living needlessly sad,
and I know that you didn't deserve
to pay with sorrow
the fault of being good,
as good as you were
for love.
 

Inside the alleys, where the sea does not enter

Inside the alleys, where the sea does not enter
inside the alleys, where the sea does not enter
 
all at once, the sky becomes black
the clothes hanging one by one are put inside
and it rains, it rains that God has forgotten us,
it seems to me like the Deluge
that washes the stones and that cancels the evil
inside the alleys, where the sea does not enter
inside the alleys, where the sea does not enter
 
then it comes day with a pink dawn
and the world seems to be something else
and another time, what should we do?
we sing, to dream of living.
If life is sleepy, what should we do?
We sing to dream of living.
 
Inside the alleys, where the sea does not enter
inside the alleys, where the sea does not enter
 
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Money

Money doesn't make any man 'A MAN' if he doesn't have the good manners embedded within him in the first place 1
There is plenty of rich men whom are disgrace to their families
 
That's right, money help us build a home, take care of our families
And help us reach our dreams
 
But, we 2 never make it a reason for regret
We act noble even to the ones we hate, because we want to be representative with everyone 3
 
We have no envy in our hearts towards others at all
May we be helpful to others with that cash, and may it never be the 'center' of our lives 4
 
Even if money served us a good life as expected, we will never become 'money slaves'
We'll still be up to expectations of our good people, family and friends
 

• 1. The definition of 'Man' here, means the man who helps others when needed, even if that meant lending money to friends or family. A man who wouldn't turn someone down if he can help. Such man will make his family proud (in Arab culture). That means he is up to people's expectations from him.
• 2. He means men of his family/tribe
• 3. Image matters so much in the Arab culture, for the individual, the family and the tribe. He means we wanna maintain that image of the noble mannered family and we're not gonna ruin that legacy, even if that means we have to be good to someone we hate. In this line he means we'll help others as much as we can with the money we have.
• 4. Not to be so dependable on money and materialistic.

“Whatever troubles that soul is reflected, magically, in the poetry. Reading Arabic poetry, therfore, is not an idle excercise. It is a trip inside the Arab soul.”

Sanacore

When I got married, I was a boy
and how lovely my wife was
the first night I slept with her
I was cold and she had fever
 
I have fever and cold when I'm near you
my skin burns when I'm near you
 
the second night I slept with her
the cold left me and she had not fever
beautiful girl, what is your name
my name is sanacore, what do you want
 
heal my heart, I want you tonight
I have fallen in love with you
heal this heart that now is sick of you
I want you tonight
 
my name is sanacore, what do you want
 
I do not care who tells me he's holding you
in these things it is not promised and is not maintained
never promises, never keeps
because if I look at your eyes, I see that they burn
of passion, like mine
if the same fire that is burning me, is burning you
you are mine tonight ,because you too are in love with me
 
oh, if you can, heal my heart
and if you can not you, someone else heals him
heal it, heal it
don't heal the heart of the sick people
 
I do not care who tells me he's holding you
in these things it is not promised and is not maintained
never promises, never keeps
because if I look at your eyes, I see that they burn
of passion, like mine
if the same fire that is burning me, is burning you
you are mine tonight, because you too are in love with me
 
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Viva Kalman!

With a spotted moon begins the evening
Bald porter lights the candles
The circus is powdering up their noses in anticipation of meeting
with a hungry crowd
And in a second in the scarlet arena
Peacefulness grows to offer solace to those inside
White maniac will tiredly shake
his broken head
 
White clown, white martyr
For some laughs, drunk and hot
will make fun of himself
 
In the evening there is something here that he cares about
After all, humiliation is his line of work
But the last one to laugh will be our
invisible hero
But when midnight will darken the colors
This former Pierrot will change his mask
The new one who laughed at him
Will turn into pus
That's why the clown remembers these faces
During the evening a joker and now a murderer
In a stuffy tavern, he let's go of it
With a drunken horde
 
In a pub with a screeching violin
Behind a table sticky from filth
He will laugh like Satan
Tomorrow again, there is something that he cares about
After all, humiliation is his line of work
But the last one to laugh will be our
invisible hero
 
He who bent backwards in the arena
is he who experienced what power really is.
So Gypsy, sing, let's party my dear!
 
Your white blood
 

My love

The day you may forget me, my love,
I know you will exist in my grief,
seeing myself alone, sad and forgotten,
I would uproot my life,
I would uproot my life.
 
There are things one accepts with resignation,
there are blows that fate strikes without compassion,
but when one looses a love
there is no one to soothe that pain,
there is no one to soothe that pain.
 
You were all my being,
all my love I surrendered to you,
and the love I feel for you,
it's the purest, girl.
 
If the ties that join us
would some day break,
it may, as well, end right now
the existence of myself.
 
If the ties that join us
would some day break,
it may, as well, end right now
the existence of myself.
 
(The whole song repeats)
 

the secret of admiration

she said: what's the thing that you like about me the most?
I said: honestly, everything about you is attractive
 
your name, your shape, your hair and your forehead
and your eyes, your voice, your cheek and your eyelids
 
she said: don't exaggerate! I said: believe me
there's nothing about you to criticise
 
you're like the night to the lovers
and you're the connection between the close ones
 
I admire you as a whole
and this admiration grows with everyday
 
you, the sun of my life, my warmth and tenderness
your presence is the letters of love and your eyes are a book
 
I love you so, you're the wish of my life
and your love has opened every door to affection
 
my honest feeling for you is my sanctuary
and my feeling for anyone else is a lie
 
no matter how long love has lasted between us
never ask me about the secret of admiration
 
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لك الحرية في استخدام ترجماتي كيفما شئت مكان طالما وضعت الرابط لها

The sky looks at you

I was thinking of you
You won't believe it
You never believe it indeed
You never believe it
 
We text
''How am I?'' ,''How are you?'', ''Fine''
But how have we arrived to a Maybe
From a Forever
 
And since we broke up
The instagramed hearts
But if you click on my pictures
Broken hearts come out
 
And I see you again in a hostess
While she takes my bag during boarding
(You're) So alike that while I look at her eyes
It looks like she recognizes me
 
And it seems made on purpose
Even your name is written on the placard (her name on her chest)
It's weird when destiny
changes its destination
 
And we don't manage to be together
But without us we don't feel alive anymore
Us, who love each other for a thousand reasons
Now we split up without reasons
 
And I swear that I don't know
If distance divides us or not
We lost ourselves, you and me
Between my ''I don't know''(s)
And your ''I'd want to''(s)
What part of the world are you in now?
You make too many trips that aren't mine
 
If I look at that picture I wonder if
It's you who looks at the sky or him (the sky*) who looks at you
If I look at that picture I wonder if
It's you who looks at the sky or him who looks at you
Or him who looks at you
Who looks at you
 
You were thinking of me, who would believe that?
Us, who split up with a ''see you''
Me, full with ''but''(s), her, full of herself
Her eyes are too big to look at me alone (just me)
 
Me, who doesn't think about the future
Because the future is today already
I need to learn to leave my sign
Without leaving my dreams
 
The hopes to charge yourself
The problems to take care of
You, who doesn't even wear a watch
So you don't feel time running fast
 
And you were crying looking out there
Between the cars which were passing by
Because you said that certain landscapes
were lived like a state of mind (by you)
 
We talked about everything
But maybe we were never capable of saying an ''I love you''
But we would have jumped to the emptiness
Together just to fill it in
 
And I swear that I don't know
If distance divides us or not
We lost each other, you and I
Between my ''I dont know''(s)
And your ''I'd want to''(s)
What part of the world are you in now?
You make too many trips that aren't mine
 
If I look at that picture I wonder if
It's you who looks at the sky or him who looks at you
If I look at that picture I wonder if
It's you who looks at the sky or him who looks at you
Or him who looks at you
Who looks at you
 

My Soul

My lonesome soul
Always alone
Without anyone understanding your suffering,
Your horrible suffering
 
Imitating an existence is always full
Of joy and pleasure
Of joy and pleasure
 
If I were to find a soul like mine,
how many secret things would I tell it?
A soul that looks at me, without saying a thing
It would tell me something with only a look
 
A soul that would get me drunk with a slow breath
That, to kiss me, it would feel what I feel
And sometimes I ask myself what would happen
If I were to find a soul like mine
 
A soul that looks at me, without saying a thing
It would tell me something with only a look
 
A soul that would get me drunk with a slow breath
That, to kiss me, it would feel what I feel
And sometimes I ask myself what would happen
If I were to find a soul like mine