A keresés eredménye

Thousands of days

You putting makeup on your skin
Looking, where the metal will enter you
And maybe, I'm
Not the one, that you love, without loving
Your words
Cast in zinc in the world of emptiness
I will believe in them
Only if you will be near...
 
Thousands of days
I was looking for you in the wrong places
And here, I found you, OK
It doesn't mean, that I'm right
 
Behind the shield of scars
You are hiding precious worlds
I'm stubbornly towards them
Walking all my life and see the same dreams
In the same universe
Thinking about shared dreams
I will believe in them, only if you will be near...
 
Thousands of days
I was looking for you in the wrong places
And here, I found you, OK
It doesn't mean, that I'm right
 
With last ounce of strength
My world is standing on clay legs
I always lived as I lived
With you and without you in one strain
My palaces will burn
Only hatred and fear will be left
That all of these is wasted effort
And it's not about hopes and dreams
 
Thousands of days
I was looking for you in the wrong places
And here, I found you, OK
It doesn't mean, that I'm right
 

Set up

[Verse 1]
Tear up all useless ties.
OK, get rid of everyone , they can just shut up.
I followed the call of my heart,
I did everything right but where are you joy?
The ruins around don't give any warmth,
And why my eyes give everything a poisoned glance, glance, glance.
[Refrain]
Hey, hey, hey - this is a setup - right, left, right.
Love , love kills the weak ones, only the weakest.
[Verse 2]
I am waiting without any hope
And I sing fitfully before learning to breathe.
I fell I love with travels, I read Mantras, Tora and Koran -where is the enlightenment?
I got into power lifting like crazy,
I gave up casual s*x and quit drinking,
Where is God's grace (bliss?)
[Refrain]
Hey, hey, hey - this is a setup - right, left, right.
Love , love kills the weak ones, only the weakest.
Hey, hey, hey - this is a setup - right, left, right.
Love , love kills the weak ones, only the weakest.
[Final]
Yes , I am sick, I am simply crazy
A character from books
And singing -this my personal , ideal , dammed way to survive.
 

Not Your Death

When everything is lost, the plot is hard.
When you are carried to the abyss, whether you want it or not
When winter is inside you and minus forty degrees
Like jail.
 
Come on, get up - the lash writes with the blood.
Come on, shoot with the copper into the beast's throat.
The one who fell by himself will manage to get up.
Come on, get up, this is not your death!
 
The one, who had died, at least once, was perplexed
Why this bottom is exactly with me
He writes a new story, without embellishment.
There is a new life in it and jazz.
 
Come on, get up - the lash writes with the blood.
Come on, shoot with the copper into the beast's throat.
The one who fell by himself will manage to get up.
Come on, get up, this is not your death!
 
Please don't hesitate to correct me, especially if the translation language is your native language.
With Best Regards,
© Alexander Laskavtsev