A keresés eredménye

I want to live

I'm going to live
Until when I don't know
I don't care what I'll be
I want to live
 
Tomorrow
I always expect a tomorrow
And I believe it'll be
Another pleasure
 
And life
Is always a curiosity
That arouses me as I grow older
I'm interested in what's to come
Life
Is always a certainty for me
That comes from my wisdom
And from my pleasure in discovering
 
To find, to renew, I'll run away or repeat
 
I'm going to live
Until when I don't know
I don't care what I'll be
I want to live
Tomorrow
I always expect a tomorrow
And I believe it'll be
Another pleasure
 
And life
Is always a curiosity
That arouses me as I grow older
I'm interested in what's to come
Life
Is always a certainty for me
That comes from my wisdom
And from my pleasure in discovering
 
To find, to renew, I'll run away or repeat
 
I'm going to live
Until when I don't know
I don't care what I'll be
I want to live
Tomorrow
I always expect a tomorrow
And I believe it'll be
Another pleasure
 

When a Portuguese speaks

When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
Many others speak
Oh, many others speak!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
Nobody waits their turn
Oh, nobody wants to shut up
It is a right to be respected
But the conversation is heating up
Oh, they are already talking out of turn
Nobody is understanding each other anymore
Oh, everyone is already shouting
Oh, the insult is enough to make anyone blush
Threat is in the air
Fists are closing
This is going to get worse
And I keep on stirring!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
Many others speak
Oh, many others speak!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
Nobody waits their turn
Oh, nobody wants to shut up
Because it is a right to be respected
But the conversation is heating up
Oh, they are already talking out of turn
Nobody is understanding each other anymore
Oh, everyone is already shouting
Oh, the insult is enough to make anyone blush
Threat is in the air
Fists are closing
This is going to get worse
And I keep on stirring!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
And if the number increases
Many others speak
Oh, many others speak!
 
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
When a Portuguese speaks
Two or three speak
Everyone wants to be heard
Nobody waits their turn
Oh, nobody wants to shut up
Because it is a right to be respected
But the conversation is heating up
Oh, they are already talking out of turn
Nobody is understanding each other anymore
Oh, everyone is already shouting
Oh, the insult is enough to make anyone blush
Threat is in the air
Fists are closing
This is going to get worse
And I keep on stirring!
 

Always absent

Tell me what loneliness is this
That makes you talk to yourself.
Tell me what conversation
Are you having with yourself
 
Tell me what disdain is this
That makes you not look at anyone
Or do you think there's
No one watching you?
 
What is this journey
You're heading in every sense of the word?
You're in search of lost dreams
 
'There goes the madman
There goes the loony
There he goes, coming through'
That's what all those people call you
 
But you're always absent
And they can't reach you
 
Tell me what madness is this
That dresses you up in fantasy
Tell me it frees you
From this empty life
 
Tell me what distance is this
You carry in your gaze
What urge and what haste
You want to reach
 
What is this journey
You're heading in every sense of the word?
You're in search of lost dreams
 
'There goes the madman
There goes the loony
There he goes, coming through'
That's what all those people call you
 
But you're always absent
And they can't reach you
 
They can't reach you
 

Change Your Life

Change your life if you do not live satisfied
Change your life, there is always time to change
Change your life, you shouldn't live against your will
Change your life if there is life throbbing in you
 
Seeing you smile, I never did
And hearing you sing, I never have
Is it from you or do you think you have... to be like this?
 
Change your life if you do not live satisfied
Change your life, there is always time to change
Change your life, you shouldn't live against your will
Change your life if there is life throbbing in you
 
Seeing you smile, I never have
And hearing you sing, I never have
Is it from you or do you think you have... to be like this?
 
See that life isn't, nor should it be
As a punishment you will have to live
See that life isn't, nor should it be
As a punishment you will have to live
 
Change your life if you do not live satisfied
Change your life, there is always time to change
Change your life, you shouldn't live against your will
Change your life if there is life throbbing in you
 
Change your life if you do not live satisfied
Change your life, there is always time to change
Change your life, you shouldn't live against your will
Change your life if there is life throbbing in you
 

Song

Sylphs or gnomes play
Rub on the pinewoods
Shadows and light breaths
Of musical rhythms
 
Curl as in turns
Of roads I do not know where
Or as someone who between trees
Now shows, now hides themselves
 
Distant and uncertain form
Of what I may never have
I hardly hear, and almost cry
And why do I cry, I do not know
I hardly hear, and almost cry
And why do I cry, I do not know
 
Such smooth melody
That I hardly know it exists
Or if it is just the twilight
The pinewoods, and me being sad
 
But it stops, as a breeze
Forgets the form of its 'oh's'
And now there is no more music
Other than that of the pinewoods
 
Distant and uncertain form
Of what I may never have
I hardly hear, and almost cry
And why do I cry, I do not know
I hardly hear, and almost cry
And why do I cry, I do not know
 

It Is for Tomorrow

It is for tomorrow
You could very well do it today
Because tomorrow I know you will be delaying again
And you well know how time flees
But you do nothing to grab it
Another day and you did nothing
One more day you think it's fine
Another day comes and everything repeats
And you let everything remain the same
 
It is for tomorrow
You could very well live today
Because tomorrow who knows if you will be here
Oh you well know how life flees
Even if you think it lasts
 
Another day and you lived nothing
You let the days always pass the same
When you think about the time you lost
Then you will want it but it's too late
 
It is for tomorrow
Nevermind, don't do it today
Because tomorrow all will get fixed
Oh you well know how work flees
Even if you say you want to work
I know you are looking for
That place that suits you
You can't seem to like what shows up
And what you like is already filled
 

I Am Beyond

I cannot overcome
This state of anxiety
The rush to arrive
To not arrive late
I do not know what I run from
Is it from this loneliness?
But why do I refuse
Who wants to give me their hand?
 
I will keep searching
For whom I will give myself to
Because until now I only:
 
Want whom, whom I never saw
Because I only want whom
Whom I never met
Because I only want whom
Whom I never saw
Because I only want whom
Whom I never met
Because I only want whom
Whom I never saw
 
This dissatisfaction
I cannot comprehend
Always this sensation
That I am losing
I'm in a rush to leave
I want to feel as I arrive
Willingness to depart
To somewhere else
 
I will keep searching
My form
My place
Because until now I only:
 
Am well where I am not
Because I only want to go
Where I do not go
Because I am only well
Where I am not
Because I only want to go
Where I do not go
Because I am only well
Where I am not
 
I am well where I am not
Because I only want to go
Where I do not go
Because I am only well
Where I am not
Because I only want to go
Where I do not go
Because I am only well
Where I am not
Because I only want to go
Where I do not go
Because I am only well
Where I am not
Because I only want to go
Where I do not go
Because I am only well
Where I am not
 

It's the Body That Pays

When the head has no judgment
When you strive more than you need to
It's the body that pays
It's the body that pays
Let it pay, let it pay
If you're enjoying it
 
When the head doesn't break free
From frustrations, inhibitions
All that force that tightens you
It's the body that suffers
The deprivations, mutilations
When the head is convinced
That it is the eighth wonder
It's the body that suffers
It's the body that suffers
Let it suffer, let it suffer
If that gives you pleasure
 
When the head is in that mess
You are unsure of what to do
And you swallow everything that comes to hand
It's the body that keeps
Keeps falling, without resisting
When the head rolls to the abyss
You do not control that nervousness
It's the nail that pays
It's the nail that pays
You don't stop biting
Not even if it's hurting
 
When the head has no judgment
And you consume more than you need
It's the body that pays
It's the body that pays
Let it pay, let it pay
If you're enjoying it
Let it suffer, let it suffer
If that gives you pleasure
Let it sing, let it sing
If you're enjoying it
Let it kiss, let it kiss
If you're enjoying it
Let it scream, let it scream
If you're letting yourself free