A keresés eredménye oldal 6

Native feeling

Native feeling in my heart,
gave birth to the song.
For who feels or wants to feel
native pride.
 
It's the curse of Malinche,
the spell of the huinca.
The terrorism of the white god,
Satan and Christ.
 
Mother earth, father sun.
No devil, no sir.
It seems mor coherent
to adore them again.
 
Over the sanctimonius swindle
of the living dead.
Over this destructive path,
or the fear of punishment.
 
Native feeling, native pride.
Gave birth to this song in my heart.
That tries to praise your aboriginal origin.
New blood of the race
that still dreams of being free.
 
Mother earth, father sun.
Living gods, by now.
Great silent witnesses,
of the unaware mankind
and its devouring zeal of hell and torture.
Of the blessed progress,
by brought gods.
 

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Being human with my people

Without being a Jehovah Witness,
God manifests himself in my voice.
I'm not evangelist, adventist nor mormon.
Neither a sanctimonius priest.
I'm not a doctor in laws.
I'm not a thief, nor a whitleblower nor a cop.
Know it!!
 
I am who I am, nothing more,
I'm not more or less than anybody.
My dad is a worker.
And my mom a great woman.
Woman Eva Duarte. Man Juan Peron.
Warrior Argentinian duo.
 
Today it's the opposite, it's all going backwards.
That's why the sad heavy metal singing
insists. Let me go.
 
The century is dying, while foolishness
seems to be a strong coin.
Maybe because idiots feed the evilness
that takes over the good.
Children born of who sang yesterday.
Are the remake of scapism.
 
If you don't have enough to pay a lawyer.
You'll end behind the bars of a cell.
And go fuck yourself.
 
Let me go, let me be human.
With the men of Santa Fe, Mendoza, Tucuman,
Corrientes or of Cordoba.
 

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Motherland on the shoulder

Life is passing and time will run out
It's a thorn I want to take off.
And so my closed wound maybe
Gives me the grace of a thousand freedoms.
Since early started to bark
My inner dog that can't bite.
Maybe because of that I can't appease
The great say-so that invades me daily
That is invading me daily
 
I look for a satanza full of truth
That screams to the world that all is in vain
But I couldn't find it yet
And the nonsense motivates me to the fraud
While I crawl in search of love
With the passion of avoiding the loneliness,
The big whore keeps strolling,
Feeding the delinquential chaos
 
I join the hope of a new dawn
I load the motherland on the shoulder too
And making mine the children of the others
My creole feeling won't go to waste
In the immensity
Won't go to waste
In the immensity
 

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For being born

For being born, in this ground.
I made a deal with God
or maybe with the devil, I don't know.
I just remember the order,
of not silencing what was silenced so much.
 
Then, doesn't seem to care.
To who, doesn't seem to feel.
Maybe, because saving the bread.
He thinks, he owns a good living.
 
Poor him.
The right-hand man of the boss.
Whose decrees or shovel hits he orders to boecome law.
To keep safe the loot,
of those who starve the nation.
 
Where I, am dreaming of dying.
Like who is dreaming of growing.
 
Then, doesn't seem to care.
To who, doesn't seem to feel.
Maybe, he prefers to forget,
for the best of his own existance.
 

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Route 76

Route 76 of Buenos Aires
Path that was walked by the natives of Catriel1
Going to the short willow, to visit
Natives rich in windows and Lonkos of Cura Malal
 
For some it's past
For others, it's tradition
I rose a corral of stones
Where I sour my blood
In your muddy margins, route 76.
 
Born in Sierra Chica,
And dies in Lopez Lecube
With direction to the bay
That was white once
There on the sands of Chacicó
Small forts where by decree the gaucho, turned off.
 
Today the face of Roca2
In the bills of one hundred
And your desert footprint
Wakes in me the exiled
Brave men who today
Don't listen, and don't answer
 
Route 76 of Buenos Aires
I'm singing you
And you're waiting for me
Because I must circulate in you to reach
To the rustic corner of the national pride
 

• 1. A dinasy of chiefs of a native population in La Pampa
• 2. Julio Argentino Roca, president of Argentina

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Be yourself

Come on, why letting,
your dreams go to waste.
If you're not yourself, it will be sad.
If you're not yourself, it will be very sad.
 
Why to fake... if being oneself is winning,
why fool and lie to yourself.
Be yourself, nothing more, and you'll save the world,
even if many make it hard.
 
Let's keep going like we did until here,
promising me that you understood it.
If something goes wrong... let's say it's done!
Who resists make his dreams come true.
 
I know. You'll say...it's hard to hold on.
But who holds on, is who exists.
If that one leaves... Don't cry, don't look behind.
Even if many make it sad.
 
Be yourself, nothing more, and you'll save the world,
why fool and lie to yourself.
I know. You'll say...it's hard to hold on.
But who holds on, is who exists.
 
Why to fake... if being oneself is winning,
even if many make it hard.
If that one leaves... Don't cry, don't look behind.
Life wants to teach you.
 

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Thinking of coming

The car's gearbox is broken
fourth and fifth speed are dead
I'm going on third speed to death
to fulfil with Almafuerte.
 
The thing always
gets hard
sometimes is mud
and sometimes is a rock.
 
If it doesn't freeze a lot
the clouds are down
problematic accident
if dying isn't present.
 
The thing always
gets hard
sometimes is mud
and sometimes is a rock!
 
I'm only thinking of coming
my friends are waiting there yeah!
I must not delay
I must fulfil
my destiny and I will!
 

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For being myself

Of avoiding loneliness so much
there's nothing that scares me anymore.
Everything I had once,
Today is yesterday. Today is distant.
It's worthless to remember what could happen one day.
It's worthless to cry for the lost time.
Because death is there, waiting.
 
I am who sang yesterday 'Se Vos'1
Today for being myself I move roaming.
The road of the heart,
that is still beating in my chest.
I dream that you'll understand, which was my move.
When the load of time adds to your lives.
If my luck wants it so. It will be true.
 
Is for missing so much that my wound won't close.
I don't know why love hurts me.
It's worthless to remember what could happen one day.
My truth, my reason, with the cedar and the bronze.
Will be kept by the soil. Again.
 

• 1.

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My credo

We came from the past, guitar and voice,
always dreaming of the best song.
I'm stuck-up, they will broadcast,
AM radios of the central city.
 
I believed I could be able, I believed in truth
I believed firmly that they weren't going to fail me.
What people believs, I believed it too,
I believed in everything to believe.
 
I believed in love, I believed in friendship,
I believed that the strength wouldn't miss for me.
Of all I believed, I believed I knew
that everything is to believe or not to believe.
 
I believed that they would bring back what they borrowed me,
believing in her, believing in him
I'm believing in the living God,
that your children are like mine.
Or not? For god sake.
 
I believed that I could sing folk too, a very national look.
In the evening of my days, I stole Discepolin with nothing more.
I believed in so many things, oh, deary me,
goddammit, I was such an idiot.
 

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Hard hand

With a decoration of a good trap
I leave in your hands three spades
for you to have it.
 
May the guy knows he's playing the ruffian
I'm the owner of the hard hand.
 
Gods of the abyss
will keep my score.
 
For oneself, or for that one.
Like you and us three.
Who travelling in the sound,
we dreamed yesterday and we keep it today.
 

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Die monster, die

In the early morning it appeared lurking,
a neighbour warned me about its prescence.
Showing itself, sick of evasion,
silent and filled with scapism.
 
I found the scare, that was given birth!
God keep me safe from that coming to me, yeah!
 
Profoundly shaken the civilians demanded me
to take charge of that unprecedent monster,
I rose it up in my car and put it out of the region
handing it over to God I left him saying:
 
Don't return scare, don't return, no
Don't return scare, die monster, die!
 
Back to the fields, after completing my mission
the neighbours smiled at me, thankfully.
For being Holy Saturday this was remembered
as the day of the scare in the place where I live.
 
Die monster, die!
Die monster, die!
Die monster, die!
 

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Morning star

For wanting to see you, morning star.
I stumbled and fell coming back of wandering.
The twentieth century passes and the central city ties me
with its hand of ethereal concrete, to the vice of getting up early.
I raised my eyes to the sky, when I was crossing the plaza.
Wanting to see you star, but I couldn't see anything.
 
Nothing but miserable concrete lofts.
Behind the downed foliage of some dried trees.
That vision distracted me, and I stepped on dog poop
I screamed la conchasumadre, and the police car stopped.
Oh, oh my luck, what a bad luck.
For wanting to see you, morning star.
 
Accused by the cop who saw me watching the sky
and screaming conchasumadre at the Morning star.
Under suspicion of addicted, to the city drugs.
I was added to the register og urban ilegality
Oh, oh my luck, what a bad luck.
For wanting to see you, morning star.
 
Morning star, I dreamed with your light in my imprisionment.
It bather my flesh, and my flesh bathed with my shadow the floor
Of the plains away from the great piling.
Where I was leaving my song all alone to the open sky.
My awakening was so sad, like my bad luck
Wanting to see you star, but I couldn't see anything.
 
Nothing but miserable concrete lofts.
Behind the downed foliage of some dried trees.
In the city that opresses me, to the vice of getting up early.
Where nobody warns, but many silence,
Ignoring you. Morning star.
Ignoring you. Morning star.
 

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In this journey

Of the worst I went through
I made song, because I sing what I feel
Violently to the other side, my love was gone
Without a goodbye, without a see you later
 
I wasn't there to help it, maybe
The unavoidable doesn't answer to the vade retro.
People use to be wrong here.
And people see truth in the non truth.
 
A big reason helps me in this journey.
Two flowers of your love. Reason, cause and effect.
The gossiping witch and the unfaithful friendship
Don't take care your flowers. Because I care of them well.
 
The first one is debating
And the small cocoon is opening to the broad sky.
And I won't deny, I achieved a new love.
Because I still in live remembering the best of you.
 
Love is the responsable
The only guide of the imperfect spirit
Love is the responsable, I think
Is the truth, the sense, the our father.
 

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The jumble of a great dream

Without a reason, my great dream became a jumble.
I cried so much for it, for unexpected.
If there was a reason, they didn't told me,
the ones who yesterday shared so much with me.
They premeditated to put me away and by knowing it, I went aside.
 
I sing my reason for who hears it to keep it.
Because here I go again, anew like before.
Many friends grieved by knowing,
that my dream was leaving behind.
While was laughing the dealer reporter,
who always discredits what the creole feels.
Rumoring, dishonoring.
 
Without stopping to remember the yesterday.
What could be, and what couldn't be.
I keep trying with the heavy metal
to reach to who feels it,
sending my truths to the front.
 

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Going to the Abra

A thousand and one times I heard this song
Looking in vain for the words
That was hiding before the heartbeat
The central sun of the galaxy
 
From the south the wind, to the south the rivers
From the south my flesh and my nature
Of christian poor dog,
And of poet without inspiration
 
Far from the great city,
That saw me blooming
From those who dream of me defeated
Far from the nasal roar
That powers the chaos
And the reasonless unconsciousness
 
Going to the Abra, at the sunset
Of this fucking hard life
And I'm waiting under three peaks
That you make up your mind once and for all
 
To go far from the city,
From those who dream of yo defeated too
Far from the nasal roar
That powers the chaos
And the reasonless unconsciousness
 

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Go Bonavena

Me and my pairs are here
to give what we got to give
for feeling madness and passion
they see us dressed in black.
 
I'm a metalhead by own choice
don't piss me off officer
gulping down I'm celebrating
the best of national heavy.
 
Let's go boys once again
let's sing, so they hear
the guys in suits who sell forgiveness
the tropicals and the cyberstones
and that lady of the TV... uuuh!
 
I'm a metalhead by own choice
don't piss me off officer
gulping down I'm celebrating
the best of national heavy.
 
Let's go boys once again
let's sing, so they hear
the guys in suits who sell forgiveness
the tropicals and the cyberstones.
 
Go Bonavena.
Go Bonavena.
 
Let's go boys once again
let's sing, so they hear
the guys in suits who sell forgiveness
the tropicals and the cyberstones.
and the junkies of revolution.
 
Go Bonavena.
Go Bonavena.
 

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1999

False faith, false forgiveness of the sins.
Gods who, were sold and bought.
By fools who forgot that hell is today.
And that the hidden reason is reencarnation.
 
By the TV. Selfish faggot males.
Show it was, lying love like smiles.
The worst is to be carried along by the shit that,
the old bastards keep preaching.
 
It's not for reason of strength
but for strength of reason.
That their time has come.
 
Without persecuting myself, I rule over my opinion,
And may who stands it blows up
or who's not with me, bear it.
 

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Soul Mate

Rafa Kabelo
One single shot split in two cups
One soul divided into two different bodies
I know best, if you're in, I'm down
I lay down on your lap
 
Treat them like ladies, not like gagas
Honey, baby, you're good to caress
The one I wanted, who I'm happy with, who I dreamed of and thought about
Being happy is so much better than being a king
Hey, hey, hey, girl
See, even our signs match
Your merlot kiss and your thin-pearled smile
You've won me, you illuminate my retina
Oh my, this acai-berry mouth of yours, I'd put on my best clothes to take you out
I'd invade even a nightmare to save you
Just to be your Camafeu, a nice thug or a nerdy
One look from you and even GPS gets lost
 
Rafa Kabelo
One single shot split in two cups
One soul divided into two different bodies
I know best, if you're in, I'm down
I lay down on your lap
 
I've been wanting to be your family, your Hector Bonilla
Real talk, I want to have you, my Wonder Woman
To live a fairytale, an enchanted story
Some other dudes want to call you, but you've already been called upon
Marriage is a heart, two lives in a honeymoon
Getting rid of the looliness feeling of wandering about with no destiny
I want to take your hands, then play my role
Draw some stars on the floor so you can walk through the sky
 
Rafa Kabelo
One single shot split in two cups
One soul divided into two different bodies
I know best, if you're in, I'm down
I lay down on your laps
 

Through Sparkling Diamond Web The Eastern Sky Turned Green...

Through sparkling diamond web the eastern sky turned green.
Across the land, mysterious in stern wrath,
The thousands of the trails and roads glow bright, serene.
If only we could cross the world on just one true path!
 
To see it all, to grasp, to know, to go through all,
Through eyes to take in all the forms and all the colors.
To pass on burning feet across the land of wonders,
To comprehend [it all] and incarnate once more.
 
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Lost in the Silence

Don't rush at all
And place, on the scales, your heart and your hope
Save an embrace for me
And guide me with the light in your eyes
As it shines brighter than the sun.
 
And, lost in the silence
I would look at you and understand you
Ignoring the jealousy
Sacrifice, on our bed, my very self
And lost in the silence
Ignore all doubts, do not stop
And test your instincts
It will be a great challenge
I want my name to be the one you whisper today
And hides in you
Do not rush, for I
Will know how to wait for you
In silence
 
Don't rush at all
And allow the current to drag away the sorrow
Show me the right way
To avoid the chasm
That's the best way
To prevent the sun from going away
 
I wish
I would not feel such great sadness,
That I could stop and, slowly
Become invisible.
I would play at getting to know you
Like the first day we met
This is the game that would allow us to prove
That there's still something that unites us
 
And, lost in the silence
I would look at you and understand you
Ignoring the jealousy
Sacrifice, on our bed, my very self
And lost in the silence
Ignore all doubts, do not stop
And test your instincts
It will be a great challenge
I want my name to be the one you whisper today
And hides in you
Do not rush, for I
Will know how to wait for you
In silence
 

What is your life, soul of mine?

What is your life, soul of mine? What is your fee?
Rain in the lake!
What is your life, soul of mine, your way of life?
Wind at the summit!
 
How does your life, my soul, rejuvenate itself?
Shadow in the cave!
Rain in the lake!
Wind at the summit!
Shadow in the cave!
 
Tears it is the rain from the sky,
and it is the wind sob without end,
and rain and wind and shadow make up life.
 

Selfie

Hey! welcome welcome, join us in this cool mood
Welcome our dearest people
 
We feel happy by your presence, and we feel upset by your absence
We get super excited when we see you!
 
Come on join us, we just wanna have a selfie with you 1
To remember these days later in the future
 
Hey! welcome welcome, join us in this cool mood
Welcome our dearest people
 
We feel happy by your presence, and we feel upset by your absence
We get super excited when we see you!
 
We wanna tell you what happened with us
Telling such stories are only enjoyable with you
 
Those stories feel different, taste different, and it has a message behind it
Because our hearts get along with each other
 
Come on join us, we just wanna have a selfie with you
To remember these days later in the future
 

• 1. In this context it means, let's look at ourselves from above, let's record these stories so we can look back at it in the future and see how far have we improved.

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'In search of souls'

My soul is a warehouse. He is full of memories that I cannot remember.
I only know that I have these emotions because I act. I act irrationally
And at times I hate beautiful things and love ugly things. I cannot. I come from the beautiful
Field. I come from silk. I come from the son of the ninth son. I come from the branches.
All of these are my surnames. The principal problem is that I have many souls
And only one warehouse. The warehouse overflows with the bustle of my soul. I can be playing
A little game of chess. I can be drinking a little bit of tea. I can be attending
A wake. The other souls are jealous. Ramos? But why? We are more attractive.
You can hide many things this way. You can hide the truth. You can live in the light of
Darkness. This prohibited light is so beautiful. And I debate. Schizophrenia dwells in my family
But I cannot resist. The argument rises. It rises like the heater. And the arguments
Become more fatalist. With so many souls you cannot die. It is impossible. I am lost
In the warehouse between the wheat and the corn and I forget who I am. People never will tell you the
Truth. The truth is very easy. We need to invite industrial stories. We need
To rhyme and capture the butterflies. In a bed of birdseed I dream. Synesthesia accompanies me.
I contradicted while I corrected because my souls are deceptions . . . When the gloom
Of midnight falls around the confines of my warehouse I cannot see myself. In my
Blind obstinacy I only follow the beats of my heart. They form a music of such elegant
Equations and I lose myself in a world of nostalgias. The soul cannot be classified.
You can classify each little detail of the physiognomy but the visage is not in the details.
The visage is in the body. You need to have a visage to examine another visage and therefore
Yo need a soul to examine another soul. Yet when I examine my soul I don't have a soul!
I am an ephemeral equivalence and I return to life with pressing doubts. I need another soul.
All the souls that I have are mistakes and contradictions. I need a real
Soul. Could it be that we need love? Could it be that love is the solution?
I don't know. I'm still busy with the innumerable numbers that invade my skull . . .
 

My Soul Tells Me So

And I keep trying
To reach you
I cover you in words of love
But nothing
I try, and there's nothing but silence... I wait for you.
Desperate to flee.
Only I want to.
 
I don't resign myself to stop loving you so.
I'm crazy for you.
Nobody can stop me from fighting
Until the end.
There is something special
Between you and me
And one day you will see it
My soul tells me so.
 
You hug me, and you say that maybe you will think about it
You leave, and your goodbye,your skin, your voice, the way you are burn me
If only I could convince you
To open yourself to love, ohh, while facing the sky above
 
I don't resign myself to stop loving you so.
I'm crazy for you.
Nobody can stop me from fighting
Until the end.
There is something special
Between you and me
And one day ...
Your will soul will see it.
 
I can wait for you for a lifetime
It's worth fighting for
 
I don't resign myself to stop loving you so.
I'm crazy for you.
Nobody can stop me from fighting
Until the end.
There is something special
Between you and me
And one day you will see it
My soul tells me so.
 

A Suffering Soul

No light in the house, the cold in my feet
I begin to think, I lie upside down
In my bed and time passes me by, just remembering
Like a suffering soul I keep waiting
I'm really lacking in affection from years gone by
As a child loving, as an adult hating
And I'd rather be foolish so I don't look alone
I just flow like a river, discreetly I smile
I put on the long suit, glitter covers everything
The fear bubbling, the laughter raving
And I already am in zero of my backward count
 
Even if I lose a finger I'll give myself again
I try to hide being such a bastard
Let my wounds heal
I live waiting
And I start making a list of many, many cursed
In the homeland that adopts me there are many missing
And I have a lot of pain, a lot of rage here in my throat
Of this distant humanity, so selfish that also kills
And to sing from within it doesn't matter from whom is the voice
There's a lot to say, that not even a song is enough
I'm not that good with my speech, neither with my writing
These are only crazy words from a mad lady who has died
 

That girl

That girl is fire
That lights up nights anywhere
And you wish to burn with her
While you drink the perfume
That she pours over her coloured clothes
To inebriate you
 
That girl is too much
Says she can't fly without you
But you love to fly with her
While you invent new spaces
She designs a web
To comfort you
 
That girl makes you believe
The sun is a gift
That the dawn brings
Just for you
 
That girl is a witch
Traps your mind and starts to talk
And you try your best to understand her
But what gets out of her mouth
Doesn't seem to match
What she says with her eyes
 
That girl makes you believe
The sun is a gift
That the dawn brings
Just for you
 

Gyászmise (Eurovision Verzió)

A szerelem meghal, a szerelem megszületik,
a századok eltelnek és tovatűnnek.
Halottnak lenni, ez az amiben hiszel,
de ez csak egy évszak és semmi más.
 
Egy nap, belefáradva a vándorlásba,
eltűnsz majd, de nem számít.
Mert a világ akkor is forogni fog,
amikor mi már nem forgunk tovább.
 
Csókolj meg, s mondd hogy szeretsz,
mosolyogtass meg a rekviem közepén.
Csókolj meg, s mondd hogy szeretsz,
táncoltass meg, míg az idő vissza nem vesz tőlünk téged.
Mindaz mit adott nekünk.
 
Magaddal vinnél a paradicsomba?
Veled minden halhatatlan.
Elviszed a mosolyom és ragyogóvá teszed,
mielőtt az éjszaka eltörli a fényt.
Nem szállok majd az ezüst égbolt alá,
az egyetlen sötét az, mely a szemedben lakozik.
Sírunk, de még mindig túlélünk,
ez a rekviem szépsége.
 
A szikrákból lángok lettek,
a kislány pedig felnőtt nő.
Szerelem, ez az amiben hiszel,
de ez csak tűz és semmi más.
 
A könnyeink, a hanyatlásaink,
azt hitték hogy fontosak.
De holnap a nap újjászületik,
mintha nem is lettünk volna.
 
Csókolj meg, s mondd hogy szeretsz,
mosolyogtass meg a rekviem közepén.
Csókolj meg, s mondd hogy szeretsz,
táncoltass meg, míg az idő vissza nem vesz tőlünk téged.
Mindaz mit adott nekünk.
 
Magaddal vinnél a paradicsomba?
Veled minden halhatatlan.
Elviszed a mosolyom és ragyogóvá teszed,
mielőtt az éjszaka eltörli a fényt.
Nem szállok majd az ezüst égbolt alá,
az egyetlen sötét az, mely a szemedben lakozik.
Sírunk, de még mindig túlélünk,
ez a rekviem szépsége.
 
A szerelem megszületik, a szerelem meghal,
ma éjjel végre nem félek.
Tudom, hogy szeretni foglak,
amikor a világ már nem forog tovább.
 
A szerelem megszületik, a szerelem meghal,
ma éjjel végre nem félek.
Tudom, hogy szeretni foglak,
amikor a világ már nem forog tovább.
 
Csókolj meg, s mondd hogy szeretsz,
mosolyogtass meg a rekviem közepén.
Csókolj meg, s mondd hogy szeretsz,
táncoltass meg, míg az idő vissza nem vesz tőlünk téged.
Mindaz mit adott nekünk.
 
Csókolj meg.
Mondd hogy szeretsz.
Csókolj meg.
 
Csókolj meg.
Mondd hogy szeretsz.
Csókolj meg.
 
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Salma Ya Salama (francia nyelvű)

Egy férfi a homokban
A Fák nélküli síkságon
El akarta hagyni a hazáját
Túl a dűnéken által
Hogy szerencsét próbáljon
Mert a paradicsom számára
Nem más mint egy kert
Ahol esik az eső
 
Salma ya salama
Üdvözöllek ya salama
Salma ya salama
Én visszatérek bessalama
 
De az embernek a homokban
Ahhoz, hogy ő elutazzon
Nincs egyebe, mint remény az ő szívében
Egy nap mégis megérkezik
Ő megérinti a vízpartot
Megátja maga előtt a virágokat
A boldogság nagy folyóját
 
Salma ya Salama
Üdvözöllek ya salama
Salma ya salama
Én visszatérek bessalama
 
Ez csak egy délibáb
Nem volt ott semmilyen folyó
És a jóságos és bőséges
friss és gazdag anyaföld
Nincs ott más, csak homok
Ezért ő folytatja az útját
Egy másik forráshoz
Végül nem talál egyebet,
Mint a szabadság kútját
 
Salma ya Salama
Üdvözöllek ya salama
Salma ya salama
Én visszatérek bessalama
 

Apparent Calm

Apparent calm
In the air around me
There is an electricity
That can confuse
 
I would like to run outside
of my habits
Following unpredictable logics
 
Images pass
Cutouts in my mind
And I remain in silence here but I know
That it's apparent calm
Something will change
 
Strange moments in which I feel that
Loneliness is a part of me
 
It's a long trip that will end
It's my freedom's companion
 
I will breathe the March air
In April I'll get burned by the sun
With you
 
The rooms of the heart
Closed for too long by now
I will reopen them to the world
The sun will enter in
 
I am calm but
It's just apparent calm
Something will happen for me
 
Strange moments in which I feel that
The spring drags me along with it
 
Rain in the sun
Wind and madness
They make this melancholy sweeter
 
I will breathe the March air
In April I'll get burned by the sun
With you
 
It's a long trip that gives me peace
It's my freedom's companion
 
I will breathe the March air
In April I'll get burned by the sun
I will pick flowers and stars in May
With you...
With you...
 
Apparent calm
In the air around me
There is an electricity
That can confuse...