A keresés eredménye oldal 37

The World After Us

The echo of your steps stays behind in the corridor
When you walk away
There's an empty space next to the window at the dining table
When you walk away
I turn on the radio when the sounds are gone
And this silence is too much
All the songs are wrong
And they mess up my head
It's so difficult to be silent
 
This world after us is void of songs
Like a tree stripped down of its leaves
And nothing makes sense if I can't find direction
When you don't come across on the street
This world after us
 
Those others are getting drunk and they are ordering wine
I won't go without you
These corner stores, parking lots, everything is so
Empty without you
 
And I wrap myself in your shirt at the other side of the bed
I imagine that you're right next to me
If you don't miss me, then give me a little bit of time
When I get used to it
 
This world after us is void of songs
Like a tree stripped down of its leaves
And nothing makes sense if I can't find direction
When you don't come across on the street
Is there a world after us, a world after us
Is there a world after us, a world after us
 
The echo of your steps stays behind in the corridor
When you walk away
 
This world after us is void of songs
Like a tree stripped down of its leaves
And nothing makes sense if I can't find direction
When you don't come across on the street
Is there a world after us, a world after us
Is there a world after us, a world after us
 

A csoda

Elég, már az is elég volna,
ha magadhoz ölelnél újra
egy pillantásod csupán, mellyel
fényesebbé válik a reggel.
 
A ruhád,
mit úgy öntöttek rád,
oly jól áll rajtad, hogy azt látom,
tőled lesz színesebb az élet, a világom.
 
Ebben a furcsa, kietlen világban
írj egy üzenetet nekem
akár rúzzsal egy tükörre, hadd lássam,
írd meg: 'mindig itt leszek veled',
'egy életen át szeretlek tégedet',
s látni fogod, hogy csoda történt,
varázsport szór rád a mindenség,
így lesz valóság mindaz,
miről eddig csak álmodban láttad, hogy igaz.
 
Nem elég,
egyetlen csókod csupán ... ez mind nem lehet elég,
gyengéd csókokból, ha kell, koszorút fonok neked,
hogy ha szeretnéd, magadon viselhesd
vagy a hajadba tűzhesd, hogy mindig ott legyen veled.
 
Menedék,
az utolsó menedék lettél nekem
A tengervíz fénye, tükrének csillogása,
te vagy a szívem utolsó mentsvára.
 

Barefoot

Dawn, drops of sleep are trembling in the fog
The mark of a bare light foot on the moss
Chilliness is already drawing a net on the glass
The dusk is sewing a coat of clouds for pines here
This is my place on earth
Here is my time, let it last eternally
The dawn is collecting frost from the willow ways
The mark of all past springs here
Chilliness is already reddening the faces of the suns
The dawn on the hairs of dogs is hurtling to the heathers
This is my place on earth
Here is my time, let it last eternally
The dawn is burning from above...
 

Apák Napja

Apák napja
 
Napról napra és óráról órára
Folyik a véred ereimben
Percek és másodpercek alatt
Félelemmel és hideg könnyekkel vegyítve
Magányodban sodródsz
Egyedül a magas tavon
És olyan szavakat kiáltassz a szélbe
Amiket nem értek
Hol vagy?
A te szemeid örököltem
Ismerlek
Vagy mégsem?
Vidd ide-oda a véred velem
Ismerlek
Nem ismerlek már
Magányodban sodródsz
Egyedül a mély tavon
Éjjelente álmomban előttem állsz
Már nem okozol fájdalmat nekem
Hol vagy?
 

Out of love

Don't blame me
I prefer to be away from you
If I stay there
I'm going to end up by (bang bang)
 
I'm a bit too perfect
To follow you into your defeat
Don't come here and ruin the party
Na, na, na, na
But it's all in your head
This world is too beautiful
Let me fly all the way up there
Let me leave the darkness
I'm sick of crying every night
 
I would like to put you to sleep,
spread your smile
But what do you expect me to tell you
 
Everything is black, everything exhausts me
(Out of breath)
Tired (exhausted)
Tired (depressed)
My heart wanted to leave (Out of breath)
To leave (exhausted)
To leave (depressed)
 
Everywhere, everywhere
In my thoughts
Your reflection plays tricks on me
I feel like in a rigged labyrinth
I need light to erase you
 
I would like to put you to sleep,
spread your smile
But what do you expect me to tell you
 
Everything is black, everything exhausts me
(Out of breath)
Tired (exhausted)
Tired (depressed)
My heart wanted to leave (Out of breath)
To leave (exhausted)
To leave (depressed)
 
I blew all the candles
Everything is black, everything darkens
If I stay, I will lose my life
I blew all the candles
Everything is black, everything darkens
If I stay, I will lose my life
 
Everything is black, everything exhausts me
(Out of breath)
Tired (exhausted)
Tired (depressed)
My heart wanted to leave (Out of breath)
To leave (exhausted)
To leave (depressed)
 
That's been enough, no?
 

The Miracle

It's enough for me
Your hug alone is enough
And that glance that makes
the rays of dawn shine
 
Dress
This printed dress
flowing over the body makes you
look like the color of life
 
In a world torn in two
Simply write to me
with lipstick on a mirror
Write I'm here
I will love you as long as I live
You will see the miracle
sparkling magically
Making every impossible possible
 
It's not enough
A kiss alone is not enough
I will knit a wreath of kisses
That you will always wear
in your hair
 
Ηaven
You are the last haven,
the lattern* of the sea
You are the haven of the heart
 
In a world torn in two
Simply write to me
with lipstick on a mirror
Write I'm here
I will love you as long as I live
You will see the miracle
sparkling magically
Making every impossible possible
 

• *. πυροφάνι= fishing technique using light to attract fish

The World Is So Very Wonderful, How Could I Have Been So Sad?

Versions: #1
Have you ever believed in love? That all turned out to be a pack of lies?
Have you ever been misunderstood? Does forgiving someone no longer matter?
You once had dreams too. Why did you let them go on?
 
When despair becomes such a familiar affair
A sigh becomes but an occasion in one's life
 
Yes indeed, it is so truly clear to see
The world is so very wonderful. How could I have been so sad?
There is serenity after a heavy rain, and miracles do happen.
 

Love is calling

Lonely soul, a heart full of longing
Tucked behind bars, in the prison of love
Beating out to the world, without getting an answer (aaha)
Calendar leaves, fall and disappear
Like old pictures, of friends1
Pictures that suddenly - get a body and a voice
Telling me never to forget
Love is calling,
Love is calling for me - again (aha)
Love is calling,
Love is calling for me - again (aha)
Lonely soul, eyes filled with longing
Tears turn into bars, in the prison of pride
The tears that suddenly - get a body and a voice
Telling me never to forget
Telling me never to forget
Love is calling,
Love is calling for me - again (aha)
Love is calling,
Love is calling for me - again (aha)
When the last train is gone, then remember that voice
That tells you never to forget
That tells me never to forget
Love is calling,
Love is calling for me - again (aha)
Love is calling,
Love is calling for me - again (aha)
 

• 1. In Danish, 'ven' means 'friend' (can be used about both sexes). 'Veninde' means 'female friend' (not 'girlfriend'). In comparison, 'kæreste' is gender neutral, meaning both 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend'.

Song of the butterfly

I will fly by the silver thread.
My children are waiting for me,
there in the distant fields,
spinning on their spinning wheels.
I will fly by the silver thread.
 
I'm the spirit
of silk.
I come from a mysterious ark
and I'm going into the mist
 
Let the spider sing
in its cave

The Meaning Of Simplicity

I hide myself behind simple objects so you may find me,
if you do not find me, you will find the objects,
you will touch those objects that my hand has touched,
the traces of our hands will mingle.
 
The August moon gleams like a tin kitchen kettle
(What I am telling you becomes like that),
it lights the empty house and silence kneeling in the house -
silence is always kneeling.
 
Every single word is an exodus
for a meeting, cancelled many times,
and so it is a true word when it insists on the meeting.
 

That pair of eyes

I don't need promise to prove this love
You don't need no words to get my attention
 
* Right now we're sitting close together
When our eyes meet it feels good
You know I only need this to be sure
 
** Only with that honest pair of eyes
That when mine meets with and it'll be clear
With our pairs of eyes, all our feelings are known
Then I'll know
That your love is true
 
No matter how touching you make your words
It's not even half of what your eyes say
 
*, **
 
Hoowoo hoowoo jadadadja jadadja hmmhmm
 
Only with that honest pair of eyes
That when mine meets with and it'll be clear
With our pairs of eyes, all our feelings are known
Then I'll know
That this is love
And I'm sure that this is love
 
**
 

La Le Lu

La Le Lu
Only the man in the moon is watching you
When the little babies are sleeping
So go asleep too
 
La Le Lu
In fron of the bed are two shoe
And they are tired as well
They go asleep too
 
Then Mr. Sandman
Comes quietly into the house
Amidst all his dreams
He picks the nicest for you
 
La Le Lu
Only the man in the moon is watching you
When the little babies are sleeping
So go asleep too
 

Don't leave, don't

Don't leave, don't, I'm crying at you in pain
I'm hugging you like a castaway in the waves
Don't leave, don't, without you I'm lost, I can feel it.
I cannot, this is my end.
 
Don't leave, don't, I'm telling you in tears,
my mistake will be the last one.
Don't leave, don't, and if I've been wrong feel me
and save me from disaster in a moment.
 
What am I going to have to say I exist in this world,
not even myself will be mine,
as if I were a cypress, the wind from the north is going to crush me if I lose you.
 
Don't leave, don't, I'm crying at you in pain
I'm hugging you like a castaway in the waves
Don't leave, don't, without you I'm lost, I can feel it.
I cannot, this is my end.
 

Éjszaka

Az éjszaka hívja az árnyékát
A szemeim könnyeznek, mint az eső
Halkan esik az égből
Csak még egyszer beszélni akarok veled
 
Kereslek az éjszakában, amíg ébren vagyok
A szívem olyan csendesen dobog
Minden, amit akarok
Te vagy
 
Az éjszaka hívja az árnyékát
A szemeim könnyeznek, mint az eső
Halkan esik az égből
Csak még egyszer beszélni akarok veled
 
A szívem elolvad, mint a jég
A lelkem kettétört
Érzem a hideget a bőrömön
Olyan szomorú és magányos
 
Kereslek az éjszakában, amíg ébren vagyok
A szívem olyan csendesen dobog
Minden, amit akarok
Te vagy
 
Olyan csendes
Minden éjszaka a szívemet hallgatom
Oh, a nevedet suttogja
 
A szívem elolvad, mint a jég
A lelkem kettétört
Érzem a hideget a bőrömön
Olyan szomorú és magányos
 

Egyedül

Mikor kinézek az ablakomból
az ég mindig szürke
 
Olyan szomorú és magányos vagyok
Miért nem akarsz mellettem lenni?
Annyira szomorú vagyok és magányos
Nem akarok többé egyedül lenni
 
Mikor kinézek az ablakomból
az ég mindig szürke
és együtt kezdek el sírni az esővel
A sötétség beburkolja a szívemet
csak a hideg fájdalmat érzem
Nem akarok tovább szenvedni miattad
 
Olyan szomorú és magányos vagyok
Miért nem akarsz mellettem lenni?
Annyira szomorú vagyok és magányos
Nem akarok többé egyedül lenni
 
Olyan szomorú és magányos vagyok
Miért nem akarsz mellettem lenni?
Annyira szomorú vagyok és magányos
Nem akarok többé egyedül lenni
 
Olyan szomorú és magányos vagyok
Miért nem akarsz mellettem lenni?
Annyira szomorú vagyok és magányos
Nem akarok többé egyedül lenni
 
Csókolj meg
 
Ki fogja bánni, ha elmegyek?
A lábnyomokat elfújja a szél
Senki nem tart vissza itt és most
 
Még visszaforduljak utoljára
és szaladjak a szerencsémhez
mikor végre látlak?
 
Olyan szomorú és magányos vagyok
Miért nem akarsz mellettem lenni?
Annyira szomorú vagyok és magányos
Nem akarok többé egyedül lenni
 
Olyan szomorú és magányos vagyok
Miért nem akarsz mellettem lenni?
Annyira szomorú vagyok és magányos
Nem akarok többé egyedül lenni
 
Olyan szomorú és magányos vagyok
Miért nem akarsz mellettem lenni?
Annyira szomorú vagyok és magányos
Nem akarok többé egyedül lenni
 
Olyan szomorú és magányos vagyok
Miért nem akarsz mellettem lenni?
Annyira szomorú vagyok és magányos
Nem akarok többé egyedül lenni
 
Csókolj meg
 

Mindig mikor esik az eső

Mindig mikor esik az eső
Belemerülök a világodba
 
Démonokkal harcolsz
A levegő amiben élsz
Érzed a közelgő szakadékot?
(Ne ugorj)
Belülről szakít szét
Dühös vagy az érzelmektől
De már itt vagyok neked
(Fogd meg a kezem)
Nem fogsz magányosan elsüllyedni
Együtt túljutunk ezen
 
Mindig mikor esik az eső
(Mikor esik az eső)
Belemerülök a világodba
(Belemerülök a világodba)
A részeddé válok és tartom a kezed
Mindig mikor esik az eső
(Mikor esik az eső)
Egyedül én tartom a kezed
(Egyedül én tartalak)
És én vagyok az egyetlen, aki megért téged
 
Mindig mikor esik az eső
Mindig mikor esik az eső
 
A könnyeid hiábavalóak
A fájdalom elviselhetetlen
A levegőben érződik a haragod
Mert elveszettnek érzed magad
(Érzem)
Bukásra születettnek
De most csak előre nézzünk
(Minden rendben lesz)
Nem fogsz magányosan elsüllyedni
Együtt túljutunk ezen
 
Mindig mikor esik az eső
(Mikor esik az eső)
Belemerülök a világodba
(Belemerülök a világodba)
A részeddé válok és tartom a kezed
Mindig mikor esik az eső
(Mikor esik az eső)
Egyedül én tartom a kezed
(Egyedül én tartalak)
És én vagyok az egyetlen, aki megért téged
 
Mindig mikor esik az eső
Mindig mikor esik az eső
 
Mindig mikor esik az eső
Belemerülök a világodba
 
Mindig mikor esik az eső
(Mikor esik az eső)
Belemerülök a világodba
(Belemerülök a világodba)
A részeddé válok és tartom a kezed
Mindig mikor esik az eső
(Mikor esik az eső)
Egyedül én tartom a kezed
(Egyedül én tartalak)
És én vagyok az egyetlen, aki megért téged
 
Mindig mikor esik az eső
Mindig mikor esik az eső
 

Beloved town

A comrade flies to a distant land,
And native winds fly after him.
Beloved town melts in a blue haze
A familiar house, a green garden and a gentle look.
 
Comrade will pass all battles and wars,
Not knowing sleep, not knowing silence.
The beloved town can sleep well
And dream, and be green in the spring.
 
When my comrade will return home
The native winds will fly after him.
The beloved town will smile at him,
The familiar house, the green garden and the happy look.
 

A tiéd vagyok (Kiadatlan dalok)

Látod ezt a fehér fonalat?
Tartsd meg - tisztán, vékonyan.
Lehetetlen mindent megmagyarázni,
De egy naiv lány
jelmezébe akarok bújni.
 
Hevíts fel erős karjaiddal
A hosszú estéken,
Hogy libabőrös legyek tőle

The one that hurt me so bad

She's not a curvy girl
Like the ones you see on TV,
Like the ones you see in the photos,
On newsstands.
When she walks on the sidewalk,
Men don't stop to look at her,
The one who hurt me so bad, so bad,
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad.
 
My friends ask me, every time,
'What do you think of that girl over there?'
They don't understand that I've been hurting,
Ever since she left me.
Sure, she's not the prettiest girl,
That I've had in my life,
The one who hurt me so bad, so bad,
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad.
 
I gotta say, she gave me
Her belly for many years
Oh, how far away from her belly I am
How far away from my life.
I don't think she suspected, by leaving,
That she would take as much away from me as she did,
The one who hurt me so bad, so bad,
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad.
 
We can forget everything,
But we can't forget the girls we loved.
However, I loved her.
She didn't want me all the time.
Our love story is over,
Just like so many other love stories,
The one who hurt me so bad, so bad,
So bad, so bad, so bad, so bad.
 

I want a love.

They say I'm corny, dreamy, unreal ...
That I'm an idiot, that I never learn anything,
That I eat the whole story and I get illusioned with a kiss.
 
But I refuse to accept that love does not exist,
That a poem and a flower are not really,
That I can't feel a butterfly 'on my chest,
.. butterfly 'on the chest ..
 
And I am going to look for it in every corner,
Under the sea, and up in the sun,
And I'm going to find it, take that for granted.
 
That I want a love,
That embrace me without shame,
That kisses me in the street,
That dies of jealousy,
And doesn’t lack of details.
 
A love that serenades me,
That makes me smile,
With messages that kill,
That loves me without haste.
 
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
I want, I want, I want,
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Ay ay ay,
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
I love you, I love you...
 
They say that only gray days await me,
If I keep looking for that ending where forever they live happily.
 
Because I'm going to look for it in every corner,
Under the sea, and up in the sun,
And I'm going to find it, take that for granted.
 
That I want a love,
That embrance me without shame,
That kisses me in the street,
That dies of jealousy,
And doesn’t lack of details.
 
A love that serenades me,
That make me smile,
With messages that kill,
That loves me without haste ...
 
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Ay ay ay,
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Ay, ay, ay, ay...
 
That I want a love,
That embrace me without regret,
That kisses me in the street,
That dies of jealousy,
And doesn’t lack of details.
 
A love that serenades me,
That make me smile,
With messages that kill,
That loves me without haste.
 
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Ay, ay ...
 
I want, I want ...
 

Mary/Marie

There's something we don't talk about
There's something we don't dare to say
A taboo which leaves me so empty
And yet so full of questions deep down
 
'Cause I've been reading Billed-Bladet1
And tried to put two and two together in the bathtub
But no way, no way, it doesn't equal four
'Cause there's something about those two girls
 
One is supposed to be from Down Under
And the other from France
But it's time that they admit
That Mary and Marie2, well, it's just my theory
But come on, seriously
Look at how much they look like one another
Surely anyone can see that they're the same girl?
 
'Cause they look more like one another than I look like Ed Sheeran
More than Martin3 looks like his brother, Lars Brygmann4
They look like each other much more than just a little
More than Mads Langer5 looks like the small boy from Jo Jo Rabbit
 
They look like each other more than anything I've seen before
More than Clement Kjersgaard6 looks like someone who plays the trumpet
Saying that they don't look like one another would be lying
'Cause they look like one another more than 2021 looks like 2020
 
So I made a faceswap so that you can see it yourselves
And there's no difference, no, is there?
Okay, right there, they might look like an old painting
Oh my God! Mona Lisa also looks like Mary and Marie
 
And is it just me, or am i wrong?
Or do you also think that when Mary looks at Marie, she thinks that she's looking at herself in the mirror?
Who looks like each other more than Mary Kate and Ashley?
I'll tell you who! Mary and Marie do!
 
They look more like one another than I look like Ed Sheeran
More than Martin3 looks like his brother, Lars Brygmann4
More than Christopher7 looks like any mother-in-law's dream
More than a press conference isn't a press conference without Søren Brostrøm8
 
They look like each other more than anyone
More than the parlament looks like a daycare centre
They look like each other more than a six, which has just been turned upside down, becoming a nine
'Cause there's something about those two girls
 
And thanks to this pandemic9
I've solved my theory
And with the recent infection rate
I've had time to write this musical
About Mary and Marie
Who most likely are the same girl!
 

• 1. Weekly Danish entertainment and royal magazine
• 2. Crown Princess Mary Elizabeth Donaldson and Princess Marie Agathe Odile Cavallier of Denmark
• Martin Brygmann, the host of the show this song is from
• Lars Brygmann, Danish actor
• 5. Mads Langer, Danish musician
• 6. Clement Kjersgaard, Danish TV host
• 7. Christopher Nissen, Danish musician
• 8. Søren Brostrøm, Danish doctor who's been in a lot of press conferences during the COVID-19 pandemic
• 9. The COVID-19 pandemic

In memory of Sergei Yesenin

It can be simple to abandon life forever,
To thoughtlessly and painlessly flame out.
Not for a Russian poet though, he will never
Choose for his death a lighted, easy route
 
A bullet is the surest way his winged soul
Can quickly get in front of Heaven’s Gate
Or coarse terror’s hairy paw will play its role -
The heart like sponge is squeezed and life deflates.
 

August of 1940

Whenever an epoch is buried
The funeral psalm isn’t sung,
The landscape is sad and unvaried
Just nettle and thistle and funk.
 
And just the gravediggers aren’t tired
They need the dead body interred,
And quiet, Oh God, such a quiet
That the movement of time can be heard
 
And later the epoch will float
As a corpse on a river in spring,
But the mother’s son won’t emote,
Grandson looks away with sad grin
 
And heads are kept lower and lower,
The moon like a pendulum swings.
So Paris has perished, and over
It this deafening quiet now rings.
 

There's a fair tomorrow

There's a fair tomorrow in the County Clare.
There's a fair tomorrow in the County Clare.
There's a fair tomorrow in the County Clare.
But what's the use I won't be there.
 
Chorus：
Oh mother, won't you let me go to the fair?
Oh mother, won't you let me go to the fair?
Oh mother, won't you let me go to the fair?
My fondest child, Oh please don't ask.
 
You're not even ten or eleven years old.
You're not even ten or eleven years old.
You're not even ten or eleven years old.
When you're thirteen I'll let you go.
 
（chorus）
 
I'm in love with the cobbler man.
I'm in love with the cobbler man.
I'm in love with the cobbler man.
If I don't get him, I can't live on.
 
（chorus）
 

Song about the little bludgeon

I heard many songs back then,
In the midst of the workers.
Oh, in them it rang out
With joy and pain.
Even if I forgot a lot,
The song of work will always stay
Loyally in my heart
 
Hey, you little bludgeon, you green one,1
Hey, and if it doesn't want to work by itself,
We'll help!2
We'll help!
So give it to him.3
 
From the mouth of the grandfathers
It's been inherited to this day
The song about the brave bludgeon.
Because everyone likes to take,
When beset by poverty,
It up as the most secure measure.
 
Hey, you little bludgeon, you green one,
Hey, and if it doesn't want to work by itself,
We'll help!
We'll help!
So give it to him.
 
When the peasant perishes,
As a peasant does perish,
They leave their son a heritage:
'Patiently bear your lot,
As it falls to a peasant.4
Remember the bludgeon, too, when I die.'
 
Hey, you little bludgeon, you green one,
Hey, and if it doesn't want to work by itself,
We'll help!
We'll help!
So give it to him.
 
But once there will come the day
When the peasant awakens,
Stretches their bound limbs,
And beats down their enemy,
Who made them miserable,
To the ground with the bludgeon.
 

• 1. referring to it being made out of young wood
• 2. idiom meaning forcing someone
• 3. idiom meaning beating someone up
• 4. 'lot' is used in the sense of 'fate' here

The Art of Dreams

maybe it is right to throw everything to the wind
but you don't realize we're already losing
years of complicity and mistakes
that then committed together do not seem many
you understand fully how much it costs us
resist time and all its sins
 
Swear to me it won't be just our mistake
pretending to feel good while everything is moving
years will pass and we will not want to be grown-ups
while whoever teaches us love will be too careful
not to make mistakes and we will learn the art of dreams
to go back to believing
that something great exists
and it can happen to us
if you want
 
now we're here and it's ending
we will return at the dawn of another time
and we, without courage, have swept away your cold sunset
in this sky of ours
that looked different
 
Swear to me it won't be just our mistake
pretending to feel good while everything is moving
years will pass and we would not want to be grown-ups
while who will teach us love will be too careful
not to make mistakes and we will learn the art of dreams
to go back to believing
that there is something great
and it can happen to us
 
and we'll have days to burn
fall in love until you laugh at all that has been
and we will have nights and dreams to hug each other
to embrace us again *
 
and we will learn the art of dreams
to go back to believing
that there is something great
and it can happen to us
 
Swear to me it won't be just our mistake
pretending to feel good while everything is moving
years will pass and we would not want to be grown-ups
while who will teach us love will be too careful
not to make mistakes and we will learn the art of dreams
to go back to believing
that there is something great
and it can happen to us
 
if then
and we will learn the art of dreams
 

If I had the power

Versions: #1
--- 1 ---
Without a cloud, rain does not come down
No tears rain without a bitter pain
Without wind, the trees will not lie on the ground
How bitterness does not end if nothing returns
 
--- R ---
If I could lock the ports...
And at the station to block the trains
If I had the power to move stones by rolling
So, no exist a break-ups place.
...
If I had the power to move stones by rolling
So, no exist a break-ups place.
 
--- 2 ---
Why are you looking into my teary eyes..,
which searching for a destination in the ocean.
Why are you looking at my injured hands,
That searching for a foreign destination, but were hit by a thunder
 
--- R ---
If I could lock the ports...
And at the station to block the trains
If I had the power to move stones by rolling
So, no exist a break-ups place.
...
If I had the power to move stones by rolling
So, no exist a break-ups place.
 

At The Corner Of The World

Fall the nights to the twinkling of melting candles
and let there be light.
Pass the hours which run by forever the seconds
and let there be light.
 
Far away, can you hear the rumour?
At the break, the very break of day,
a step away from your door,
a step away from mine.
 
Fall the leaves and the tears rolling down your cheeks
and let there be light.
Pass the angels and the storms above the crowds
and let there be light.
 
Far away, can you hear the rumour?
At the break, the very break of day,
a step away from your door,
a step away from mine.
 
And let there be light
like on the first day of the first month
of the times we clung together,
and let there be light.
 
In the never-ending city,
may the dawn break
a step away from your door
a step away from mine.
 
Far away you can see the snows melting,
at the corner, the very corner of the world.
a step away from your door,
a step away from mine,
let there be light.
 

The nicest girl

Why, if a girl is a bitch a little,
Is she loved twice as hard?
Why, if you don't play on one's nerves,
Does he play on yours then?
 
Chorus:
The nicest girl is expecting a phone call,
Ahh, why haven’t you called yet?
The nicest girl is expecting a phone call,
But someone she is in love with, forgot her.
 
And white clouds pass by around
And they will bring rain somewhere to New York city,
May be, love is slightly uninspired,
If you don't cry much because of it.
 
Chorus.
 

Ultramarine

New vein
We all feel down
Fridge, kiln
The whole world has been messed up
 
The ship is sinking but don't be afraid
Love doesn't get affected by such things
 
Honey lockdown looks good on you
Makes your eyes shine like moon
They spit fire behind the mask you're wearing
Your eyes are shooting me
 
Prison, prison your ultramarine eyes
Prison, prison your ultramarine eyes 1
 
Relationships (are like a) knife
Everyone with a phone on their hand
(Doing things) With no shame
And nightly comings and goings are over
 
The ship is sinking but don't be afraid
Love doesn't get affected by such things
 
Honey lockdown looks good on you
Makes your eyes shine like moon
They spit fire behind the mask you're wearing
Your eyes are shooting me
 
Prison, prison your ultramarine eyes
Prison, prison your ultramarine eyes
 
Ultramarine is the new black
 
Prison, prison your ultramarine eyes
Prison, prison your ultramarine eyes
 
Honey lockdown looks good on you
Makes your eyes shine like moon
They spit fire behind the mask you're wearing
Your eyes are shooting me
 
Prison, prison your ultramarine eyes
Prison, prison your ultramarine eyes
 

• 1. His eyes are like a prison

The Dapple-grey Mare

In the tower, silence was already high.
The poplars of the Salto Creek were whispering.
 
The Norman horses at their posts
were crushing the fodder with noise from the crusts.
 
Down there it was, the mare, wild,
born among the pines on the salty beach,
 
which in the nostrils still had the spray of the sea
and the screams in the pointed ears.
 
With an elbow on the manger, close to it,
was my mother

Coats of Arms

Why there Lithuanian knight,
returning from Polish fight,
claymore you raise over head?
Your horse whiter than snow,
quicker than winds he can go,
Sparks from hooves doused?
 
I am the charger of Lithuanians,
I bring sword for the sons.
The claymore still fumes with Polish blood,
let them early a taste get
of the blood they’re supposed to let
Freely, amply, how before them I had.
 
And when I’ll lay in the barrow,
let them hang on the wall
The sword with plough and scythe along.
Whenever they see
let them cry not over me,
But same gifts bring for their own.
 
Whereto eagle my white
fly you from Lithuanian crag?
Your beak bright like the edge on a spearhead,
but on breast your and talons
redness the toil brought on,
Stay, wash in Nemen, rest before going ahead.
 
I am the eagle of Poles
I hurry to fellow bird mates
With good news for we have prevailed.
I devoured brains, intestines
I honed my beak on bones,
Breast and talons in blood shall remain.
 
It’s blood from Lithuanian vein!
Such delicacy pleasant I carry
For my eaglets to try, my dear children
Let them taste Lithuanian