A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Woman

Her nose is pink
Hair is curly, woman
She is holding a cigarette
I wish I was your breath, woman
wish I fall asleep next to you
and hug you, woman.
 
Wish I could lie down a little
Sleep a little
I got tired, I wish I could sleep
Sleep on your knees
Please woman
 
Your beauty is beyond my ken
 
I can't call the shots, woman
I always get jealous.
Sometimes I say wish I was the only one
who can see her.
Wish you smiled largely woman
and stayed with me, woman.
 
Wish I could lie down a little
Sleep a little
I got tired, I wish I could sleep
Sleep on your knees
Please woman
 
Your beauty is beyond my ken
 
Her nose is pink
Hair is curly, woman
She is holding a cigarette
I wish I was your breath, woman
wish I fall asleep next to you
and hug you, woman.
 

The blue boat

I wake up and all I think about is the present
Tomorrow there's time
And it's no longer the usual September
Look how it's raining,
My heart in the shade will overflow
And I ask heaven for now
Even just one word
To describe silence
And his scream banging us in.
 
I stay here and I'm conscious
You look at it from a screen and it seems far away
that blue boat disappears forever
 
One-way ticket and go
The sea seems a little rough
But you won't suffer it
Sorry if I'm a little too cheeky
But I guess now I look back
I won't save you
You laugh well, he said, ma'am
But you'll be the last one to laugh again
As I ask you with my heart in my throat
Permission to escape now
 
I stay here and I'm conscious
You look at it from a screen and it seems far away
that blue boat disappears forever
 
How is your beauty based on nothing
 
That blue boat, it disappears forever
You look at it from a screen and it seems far away.
That blue boat disappears forever
Disappear forever.
 

Loud laugh

Dap dara
darap dap dara
dap dara
darap dap dara.
There're some people that want
to get rid of me
(dap dara darap dap dara)
because I say what they don't want to hear.
(dap dara darap dap dara)
Because I'm their privileges'
conscience,
because I'm the truth, naked
and exposed to the sun
without any censorship.
(dap dara darap dap dara)
 
They want me to change my character,
(dap dara darap dap dara)
and to put on my mask of a good woman.
(dap dara darap dap dara)
What matters is to pretend,
to suppress our desires.
The right thing to do is to be a perfect hypocrite.
And then my loud laugh is heard,
while I break the mold
made for their imperfect farce
of morality.
 
Chorus: And my loud laugh is heard
and they can't even look at me,
because they feel envy,
because of their mediocrity.
It thunders and resounds with an eternal echo
and through the end of the centuries:
my loud laugh.
 
They think they're saint-er than the Pope.
They judge me, they attack me, and they actually are nothing,
they only, only... Only God could change my ways,
but he's a nice guy, so he lets me choose.
The devil gets entangled in my body,
his breath stinks, I won't obey him!
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Oh, no, no, no.
 
They want me to do what they please,
(dap dara darap dap dara)
to regret everything and
to apologize, for starters.
I don't give a damn. 1
I can't stand them anymore.
And then my loud laugh is heard,
while I break the mold
made for their imperfect farce
of morality.
 
Chorus
 

• 1. Literally: 'I make them pass bellow me', which comes from 'I make them pass through my arch of triumph', which is the crotch. It's a vulgar way to say that you decide not to listen to something.

Oh White Boat!

Oh white, naked, pure boat
You who, under a black sky, blue velvet, float!
Sweet, bitter, strange poison: do cure
This blind face... Oh mother! Oh moon goddess!
 
Illuminate with your cold light,
Oh moon of lust and jealousy,
That house's facade:
The cause of my lament!
 
Oh moon of innocent vampires,
Passion of dogs from undefined breeds!
Oh moon of incoherent sighs,
Emblem of all the loose women...
 
Illuminate with your cold light,
Oh moon of lust and jealousy,
That house's facade:
The cause of my lament!
 
[Instrumental]
 
Illuminate with your cold light,
Oh moon of lust and jealousy,
That house's facade:
The cause of my lament!
 
Oh moon of innocent vampires,
Passion of dogs from undefined breeds!
Oh moon of incoherent sighs,
Emblem of all the loose women...
 
Illuminate with your cold light,
Oh moon of lust and jealousy,
That house's facade:
The cause of my lament!
 

Deportation / History of the Elder

I remember once upon a spring I walked along an aul.
I was cheerful and young, I lived life to the fullest.
Those who is not cheerful in the prime of life, is begging for another life from God, friends!
Suddently, I saw a feeble elder walking towards me,
He was trailing barely, hunched over at all.
And the elder's eyes were being fulfilled with such love,
While he was glancing at my mountains...
I invited him to my home and treated him with food I could share,
He was tired after the road and I suggested to him: 'Take a rest!'
'It turns out that mountain spirit has not yet died in Chechnya' - he said and told me the following story.
'Once upon a time I was also young and youthful,
But the trouble fell on us and Chechnya.
And a soldier, who wore star, pulled me,
yong and fulfilled with power,
into a wagon.
With shout 'Betrayers!' he shot my sick mother
lying exhausted right here.
And what we had to endure on the road,
entered into our memory evermore.
Famine and typhoid have taken so many of our lives,
So many children have passed away without knowing the pleasure of life.
Until nowdays I often hear their moans
But I can't clarify it is in reality or in a dream.
And in the cold steppes we survived all the same,
And I know, only immence love for those mountains
And the highlanders' dedication to the native lands helped us.
Only immence love for those mountains
And the highlanders' dedication to the native lands helped us'.
Having told all this to me, he set off journey again
And added: 'Don't forget everything I said'.
And now I'm leaving, cause I can't sit here,
I want to die at the foot of those mountains.
And now I'm leaving, cause I can't sit here,
I want to die at the foot of those mountains'.
 

The Rome Boatman

        ()
 
How much pain tonight
is on the river that snorts like this,
unlucky is who dreams and hopes,
we all in the world have to suffer...
but if a soul seeks peace,
it can only find it here...
 
The boatman goes against the current
and when he sings, the echo resents!
If it is true, river, that you give peace,
fairy river, don’t deny it to me...
 
More than a month has passed
since one night I told Ninetta:
'This love has now gone down'.
She replied, 'I see it from me...'
She sighed, then told me, 'Goodbye, love,
but I don’t forget you'.
 
And from that day I left her,
I still look for - and never find her.
If it is true, river, that you give peace,
I have repented, let me find her...
 
Right close to the boat
I see a shadow on the water: over here,
it turns, and it’s a whirlpool,
then it goes down and resurfaces back.
Hurry up... is a drowned woman!
Poor her... she was in pain, who knows?
 
The moon, from above, peeps out...
it brightens the face of beautiful Ninetta...
She asked me for peace and I denied it...
river, why did you steal her from me?
 
I want to get lost up or down the river,
so, who knows, I die with you...
 
 

ARCADIA

Like cherry blossoms that bloom in riot, the hotly-burning blade I held aloft
Pierces the sky.
The wailing's of the darkness of imminent war pierce my breast.
Hesitating in the crowd, growing used to exhaustion,
Shake off the emotions
 
What should I kill, what should I love, to be able to live?
The heartless devils are rampant idols.
 
The moment that sprang from the tangle is a RHAPSODY
Whose spirit is always with you.
The gate will be opened to those
Who crossed through the abyss of despair.
 
WE HAVE ALL THE LOVE WE NEED IN THE WORLD
The end fate that I struggled to reach
As I sought for an answer
Is this gleaming ARCADIA
 
Now, let the sleeping souls awaken.
My friends, who have the same will,
Let's rise up to heaven
 
WE HAVE ALL THE LOVE WE NEED IN THE WORLD
The end fate that I struggled to reach
As I sought for an answer
Is this gleaming ARCADIA
 
Engrave the proof we lived here
On this endless world.
 

Gúny

Reszketek attól, ahogy beszélsz
A szívem összetörik, de semmi haszna a sírásnak
Micsoda mérgező meglepetést hagytál a szemem előtt
Ha lenne józan eszem, megvágnám magamvagy összegömbölyödnék és meghalnék
 
A botok és kövek eltörhetik a csontjaim
De bármi, amit mondasz csak feltüzeli a tüdőm
 
Ne is figyelj ránk, csak kiterítjük lapjaink
Ha ez a szeretet, nem akarom, hogy szeressenek
Beszennyezed a szobát a mocskos nyelveddel
Nézd, ahogy magamba kényszerítem, nehogy elhánnyam magam
 
Ne is figyelj ránk, csak kiterítjük lapjaink
Ha ez a szeretet, nem akarok lógni a nyakamnál fogva
Mielőtt a közönség halott
 
Te lehetnél a holttest és én lehetnék a gyilkos
Ha én lehetnék az ördög, te lehetnél a bűnös
Te lehetnél a drog és én lehetnék a csempész
Minden, amit mondasz, zene a fülemnek
 
Te lehetnél a holttest és én lehetnék a gyilkos
Ha én lehetnék az ördög, te lehetnél a bűnös
Te lehetnél a drog és én lehetnék a csempész
Minden, amit mondasz, zene a, zene a fülemnek
 
Ne is figyelj ránk, csak kiterítjük lapjaink
Ha ez a szeretet, nem akarom, hogy szeressenek
Beszennyezed a szobát a mocskos nyelveddel
Nézd, ahogy magamba kényszerítem, nehogy elhánnyam magam
 
Ne is figyelj ránk, csak kiterítjük lapjaink
Ha ez a szeretet, nem akarok lógni a nyakamnál fogva
Mielőtt a közönség halott
(Mielőtt a közönség)
 
A kudarc megtalál
Hogy lekössön
Mer olyan rossz vagyok, amilyen rossz csak lehetek
A kudarc megtalál
Hogy felkössön
A nyakamnál fogva
Mert sorsomtól fogva rosszabb vagyok mint a halál
 
Micsoda mérgező meglepetést hagytál a szemem előtt
Ha lenne józan eszem, megvágnám magamvagy összegömbölyödnék és meghalnék
 
Ne is figyelj ránk, csak kiterítjük lapjaink
Ha ez a szeretet, nem akarom, hogy szeressenek
Beszennyezed a szobát a mocskos nyelveddel
Nézd, ahogy magamba kényszerítem, nehogy elhánnyam magam
 
Ne is figyelj ránk, csak kiterítjük lapjaink
Ha ez a szeretet, nem akarok lógni a nyakamnál fogva
Mielőtt a közönség
 
Ne is figyelj ránk, csak kiterítjük lapjaink
Ha ez a szeretet, nem akarom, hogy szeressenek
Beszennyezed a szobát a mocskos nyelveddel
Nézd, ahogy magamba kényszerítem, nehogy elhánnyam magam
 
Ne is figyelj ránk, csak kiterítjük lapjaink
Ha ez a szeretet, nem akarok lógni a nyakamnál fogva
Mielőtt a közönség halott
 

Caracara

Caracara
In the backcountry there
It's a creature flies like an airplane
It's a mean bird
With a crooked beak like a hawk's
Caracara
When it sees the scorched crop
It flies away, screeching,
Caracara
Going on a hunt
Caracara eats charred snake even
When the chill weather comes
In the backcountry there's no more scorched crop
Caracara doesn't starve though
The mules that roam downhill
Caracara
Gonna snatch, kill and eat
Caracara
Not gon' starve
Caracara
Got more guts than men
Caracara
Gonna snatch, kill and eat
Caracara is mean, is a bully
It's the eagle there of my backcountry
The little mules they can't wander off
It pulls on their belly 'till they dead
Caracara
Gonna snatch, kill and eat
Caracara
Not gon' starve
Caracara
Got more guts than men
Caracara
 

Samarcanda

Versions: #2
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Laughing, laughing and laughing once again,
war isn't scary anymore.
At night, uniforms burn in bonfires
and plenty of wine burns the throats,
sounds of tambourines until dawn,
a soldier who had been dancing all night long,
saw that lady in black in the crowd,
he saw she was looking for him and got frightened.
 
'Save me, save me, your Highness,
help me escape from here.
She was standing next to me during the parade
and she was giving me the evil eye'.
'Give him, give him an animal
bred from lightning, worth of a king,
faster, faster, so that he can escape
give him the fastest steed'.
 
'Gallop, horse, gallop, I beg you
I will guide you to Samarkand,
don't stop, fly, I beg you
run like the wind and I'll be safe...
Oh oh horse, oh oh horse, oh oh horse,
oh oh horse, oh oh...'
 
Rivers, then fields and then a purple dawn
the towers he finally reached were white,
but that lady in black was in the crowd,
and he was tired of fleeing and bowed his head.
'You were there in the crowd in the capital
I know you were giving me the evil eye
I ran away among crickets and cicadas
I ran away and I meet you again here!'
 
'You are wrong, you are mistaken, you are wrong, soldier,
I wasn't giving you the evil eye
It was just an astonished gaze,
what were you doing there the day before yesterday?
I expected you to be here in Samarkand today,
you were so far away two days ago,
I feared you'd stay and listen to the band,
and you'd never arrive here on time.'
 
'Samarkand is not so far away,
gallop, horse, gallop in that direction...
I have been singing with you all night long
run like the wind that will get there.
Oh oh horse, oh oh horse, oh oh horse,
oh oh horse, oh oh...'
 
muvaffakiyetsizleştiricileştiremeyebileceklerimizdenmişsinizcesine

My mind, you foresaw the harm to come

My mind, you foresaw the harm to come,
already pensive, sad, in happy times,
intently seeking in that beloved sight,
continually, for your future trouble:
 
by her actions, words, face, dress,
her fresh pity mingled with sadness,
warned by all this, could you not have said:
‘This is the last day of the sweet years.’
 
O wretched soul, what sweetness it was!
How we burned at the moment when I saw
those eyes that I might never see again,
 
when, in parting, to guard that noblest body,
like two most faithful friends, I left with them
my dearest thoughts, and my heart!
 
“Avoir une autre langue c'est posséder une deuxième âme.”
“To have another language is to possess a second soul.”
- Charlemagne ❤

Taxi

Taxi, take me to the farthest place away from home.
Taxi, carry me far away from the lost dreams,
on another avenue.
 
Taxi, make me lose my way in the city streets.
Taxi, make my mood somewhat more subdued
in the city streets.
 
Oh yes, you know
how I no longer knew
which way I needed...
You know how to light up the avenue.
 
I waved my hand, you saw me,
just a bit closer...
I'm coming back to who I was.
 
Taxi, take me to the farthest place away from home.
Taxi, carry me far away from the lost dreams,
on another avenue.
 
Taxi, make me lose my way in the city streets.
Taxi, make my mood somewhat more subdued
in the city streets.
 
Taxi, carry me away...
 

It's as if, as if I care about you

It's as if, as if, as if I care about you
I don't know, don't know, don't know what's up with me
I would say that it's a dream but one thing is clear
A gaze of love and everything is wonderful
 
It's as if, as if, as if I care about you
I don't know, don't know, don't know what's up with me
I would say that it's a dream but one thing is clear
A gaze of love and everything is wonderful
 
A sunny day was enough
With which your thoughts said
I blossomed in your eyes
And you secretly whispered to me
 
It's as if, as if, as if I care about you
I don't know, don't know, don't know what's up with me
I would say that it's a dream but one thing is clear
A gaze of love and everything is wonderful
 
A sunny day was enough
With which your thoughts said
I blossomed in your eyes
And you secretly whispered to me
 
It's as if, as if, as if I care about you
I don't know, don't know, don't know what's up with me
I would say that it's a dream but one thing is clear
A gaze of love and everything is wonderful
 
I don't know, don't know, don't know what's up with me
It's as if, as if, as if I care about you
About you, about you.
 
Tap tup tap tu ap
Tap tup tap tu ap
Tap tup tap tu ap tai rap tap
Tap tup tap tu ap
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Arcane XIII

I'm sort of awaiting the end of the world.
We're young, we hurt each other1, we do our best.
It seems there's three of us when we are together alone.
The vulture that circles over me, circles over me
extinguishes your towers2
Give me the weapon to kill the shadow in your eyes.
My sorrow is a tree. Contrary to me, it will die old.
 
Sorry, love me some more, I'm a bad boy.
Sorry, love me some more, hanging from the ceiling.
Sorry, love me some more, I'm a bad boy.
Sorry, love me some more, hanging from the ceiling.
 

• 1. or 'ourselves', the French could mean both
• 2. pretty heavy pun on 'vautour' / 'vos tours' (your towers)

Marked cards

For all insults you did to me,
in exchange for the pain that was left,
for the immense hours of the remembrance,
I want to dedicate this song to you.
 
When I sing there’s no reproach that would hurt us,
you can both curse and bless.
With the music the moon keeps awake
and the sun is late when it wants to leave.
 
I don’t want to cry, I don’t wait for you any longer,
now I want to smile, I want to live.
If we are going to enjoy life, I’m the first one
and when I sing them they have to dance.
 
From now on I am the bad one.
I play just with the marked cards
and you will see that I will always win.
Don’t come back, ‘cause I will make lose even you...
 
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Polaroid

First hour, last metro
To drown in a last drink
Your smile on the photos
From my face upside down
Dream of Montmartre in winter
Then of seaside resorts
At night, everything seems clear to me
 
Oh-oh-oh
Your face on my Polaroid
Yesterday in the void
Oh-oh-oh
A shot that won’t take life
 
Hanging to the wall
You won’t move, that’s for sure
Framed in white
You’re pretty good
Hanging to the wall
You won’t fall, that’s for sure
Frozen in time
You’re pretty good
 
It’s either too late or too early
I’d like to capture the light
When you make a scene
That you don’t see very clearly
You’re sailing in a desert
You’re on fire, then you get lost
In an everyday journey
Yes, but upside down
 
Oh-oh-oh
Your face on my Polaroid
Yesterday in the void
Oh-oh-oh
A shot that won’t take life
 
Hanging to the wall
You won’t move, that’s for sure
Framed in white
You’re pretty good
Hanging to the wall
You won’t fall, that’s for sure
Frozen in time
You’re pretty good
 
We let go straight down the slope
We’ll not even spend the winter
The tomorrows often sing
What the night often loses
 
Oh-oh-oh
Hanging to the wall
You won’t move, that’s for sure (for sure)
Framed in white
You’re pretty good (pretty good)
Hanging to the wall
You won’t fall, that’s for sure
Frozen in time
You’re pretty good
 
Hanging to the wall
You won’t move, that’s for sure (for sure)
Framed in white
You’re pretty good
Hanging to the wall
You won’t fall, that’s for sure
Frozen in time
You’re pretty good
 

80 ways to waste love

There's a break-up in every corner of this city
Loves are like wishes hung on the branches
 
Don't come, don't go, neither truth nor myth
Is there or is there not, if someone has it, I don't
 
Come closer, get out, chase away then run
Get sillier with time, what a stupid war
 
80 ways to waste love
 
One - they love till death
They try non-stop
Stubbornly lose
 
Two - they're sticky with love
But once there's distance
They give up for some reason
 
Three - they love platonically
Love sad songs
Lose in life
 
Four - they love without loving
They pretend that they love
They're even smaller
 

Cruel brand

I thought I saw from one rose
his profile in my dreams
in his skin
I want to gather feelings which maybe
I found between my dreams
 
Oh, cruel brand
I cried so much, I lost for you a thousand tears
and for what
forget the fear to get
just tell me why
tell me where I should go and I will
look at me well
you know I won´t give up
 
That cruel weekend
I keep wounds of your goodbye
and when I hugged you I felt that my chest
went through
 
Oh, cruel brand
I cried so much, I lost for you a thousand tears
and for what, it´s forgot to get
in your heart that rose which is forgotten to bloom
today I still can see his profile
 
I wonder if you can live
being aware of the pain
I won´t forget the night
that I saw in your eyes
the reflection of that deep love
tomorrow I´ll face with it
I´ll forget the loneliness
I´ll close my wounds
my tears will end
indelible cruel brand
 
There is a door in me
which is closed
it´s hide my fear
I try to open and
the memories that are there
today block my heart
 
Oh, cruel brand
I cried so much, I lost for you a thousand tears
and for what
forget the fear to get
just tell me why
tell me where I should go and I will
look at me well, you know I won´t give up
 
I tried to fight to
let you go from my weak heart
but I still can only think of you
 

Noé bárkája

Távirányítós sirályok repülése
És halott kagylók strandja
Egy acélcsillag az éjszakában
Megzavarja a tengerészt
 
Fehér csíkok a kék égen
Hogy megigézzék a gyerekeket és álmot hozzanak rájuk
A hold tele zászlókkal, melyeket nem fúj a szél
Milyen fáradságos embernek lenni
 
Elindul majd
Elindul majd a hajó
Hogy hova érkezik
Azt nem tudni
Olyan lesz, mint Noé bárkája
A kutya, a macska, én és te
 
Egy bika fekszik a homokban
Szívéből kerozin folyik
Egy bádogló minden kanyarban
Elpusztítja lovasát
 
Föld és tenger, fehér por
A sivatagban egy város veszett el
A ház üres, nem vár többé senkit
Milyen fáradságos embernek lenni
 
Elindul majd
Elindul majd a hajó
Hogy hova érkezik
Azt nem tudni
Olyan lesz, mint Noé bárkája
A kutya, a macska, én és te
 

Szörnyű Hang (Ó Eurüdiké)

Te és én egy kisvárosban születtünk
Még azelőtt, hogy megszólalt volna a szörnyű hang
Ó ne, ó
 
Hazajöttél az iskolából, tudtad, hogy futnod kell
Kérlek, most már állj meg, és engedd, hogy én legyek számodra az egyetlen
Tudom, hogy képes vagy látni dolgokat, amiket mi nem láthatunk
De mikor azt mondom, hogy szeretlek, némaságod beterít
Ó, Eurüdiké, szörnyű ez a hang
 
Csalódott voltam, amiért nem kellek neked
Ó, hogy lehetséges ez, Eurüdiké?
Melletted álltam a fagyott tenger partján
Szabad leszel valaha?
 
Add át nekem az összes fájdalmadat,
Hogy lélegezhess
Amikor majd elrepülsz, a földre fogsz zuhanni?
Szörnyű ez a hang
 
Tudom, hogy megvan rá a mód, hogy megfizessenek
Gondold át, és mond 'Soha többé nem megyek vissza'
Tudom, hogy megvan rá a mód, hogy ma szabaduljunk
Gondold át, és mond 'Soha többé nem megyek vissza'
 
Egy kisvárosban születtél
Még azelőtt, hogy megszólalt volna a szörnyű hang
Annyi minden van benned, amit nem engedsz látnom
Elrepülsz tőlem, de szörnyű a hang, mikor a földre zuhansz
Szörnyű a hang, mikor a földre zuhansz
 
Tudom, hogy megvan rá a mód, hogy megfizessenek
Gondold át, és mond 'Soha többé nem megyek vissza'
Tudom, hogy megvan rá a mód, hogy ma szabaduljunk
Gondold át
 
Tudjuk, hogy fizetnünk kell a szerelmünkért, ebben a visszatükröződő korban
A színpadon ismertelek meg, szerelmünk a visszatükröződő korban
Ó ne, most nem vagy itt velem
 

Pulse quickening sands

Lying on warm sand
I was counting the grains1 of your skin
while you swam in murky waters2,
between a shovel and a rake3.
Be it from desire or sunlight,
I felt like I was melting and burning.
We felt so alive back then,
feeling our blood boil and pulse.
 
You know, the pulse quickening sands4,
the more you grow up, the more you sink into them.
Even if time flows
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if the tide is turning5
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
 
I recall the waves and the sea too
dancing in the foam in our glasses,
making us drunk with salty winds.
We huddle together6 all night long.
Listen to our laughter rippling
in the summer sky like waves on clear water7.
We didn't realize we were writing
the most beautiful pages of our story.
 
You know, the pulse quickening sands,
the more you grow up, the more you sink into them.
Even if time flows
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if the tide is turning
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
 
Lying on warm sand
I was counting the grains of your skin
while you swam in murky waters,
between a shovel and a rake.
Be it from desire or sunlight,
I felt like I was melting and burning.
Even the dazzled sun
leaned to kiss you.
 
You know, the pulse quickening sands,
the more you grow up, the more you sink into them.
Even if time flows
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if the tide is turning
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if time flows
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if the tide is turning
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
 

• 1. luckily the pun works also in English
• 2. lit. 'between two [layers of] water'
• 3. 'une pelle' is also a French kiss and 'un râteau' is also a (sentimental) rejection
• 4. sables mouvants -> quicksand
  émouvant -> moving, stirring
• 5. French uses 'wind' to express the same idea
• 6. pun on 'on se ressert' (we refill our glasses)
• 7. 'ricocher' can be used for ricochetting stones on water, so the verb can evoke rippling laughter and skipping stones

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You Don't Live Like This

Versions: #2
[Verse 1: Bad Bunny]
I got used to sour it no longer kicks
I get it at home it does not get copped.
Only models like Barea
Multiply hundreds in homework.
I am the cacique in your own village
I am more valuable than everything that surrounds you.
Do not believe it, remember that Curry gets them in (WO)
Until LeBron guards him.
 
Low down the slope
What do I do with the orchestra?
Cabrón this isn't the sixth
I'm never down
on bets and less on this one.
Tell Vico that, about the straight line we are at the end of the straight line
The devil injects me and I take out the song and I put them to bed
 
Another that falls by gravity
Another one in case he survives by chance
Refute my thesis, bastard and we will give you catechism.
I have not scored a goal and I have Christians praying to Messi
[Chorus 1: Archangel]
You snore cabron and you do not live like this (you do not live like this)
Your girl is always trying to get at me (trying to get at me)
She calls me to hit it and I say yes
I, I am a son of a bitch since I was born.
 
[Chorus 2: Bad Bunny]
You snore bastard and you do not live like this anymore(you do not live like this)
Your girl calls me and I say yes (I say yes)
I'm not going to change, I've always been like this (I'm still here)
I am a son of a bitch since I was born
 
[Verse 2: Archangel]
I returned, but only to hit the beat
But how did I return? I don't get it,
If I never left
Much harder than my dick
Fuck with me and you'll leave here broken
I have a couple of children and a couple of nephews
The one who does not call me daddy calls me uncle
Respect the ranges, the position
I traded my fame for admiration
I never run out of ammunition
They want to front but have no conditions
I keep living my life and I live (cabron) great!
Always active in my machine
I left the streets alone and I bought a mansion for mommy worth one million.
 
I have the fat
I have the picket that moves the dough
I'm faithful to my label
That's why the world asks what happened?
Arcangel makes noise no matter how hard we block it
Arcangel fills up all the concerts and we do attend.
 
[Chorus 2: Bad Bunny]
You snore bastard and you do not live like this (you do not live like this)
Your girl calls me and I say yes (I say yes)
I'm not going to change, I've always been like this (Me)
I am a son of a bitch since I was born
 
[Chorus 1: Archangel]
You snore bastard and you do not live like this (you do not live like this)
Your girl is always trying to get at me. She calls me to hit it and I say yes (I say yes)
I, I am a son of a bitch since I was born
 
[Verse 3: Bad Bunny]
Today we go out at night with all the boys
Position for the insects
These bastards snore me from sticks
And we owners of the hardware store
We walk with 'the rosaries without knowing the Ave Maria
They snore, they snore, they snore, they snore
And they're like Meek Mill without a battery
 
We do not miss a hook
Today if I put it on I'll hook it
We go to your ranch
And in the face we make a wide hole
What if I'm a crook?
Cabrón I do not know, what I know
Is that the nerves do not exist after two percocet
 
Today there is no excuse and if it is removed it is used
If my forty was Versace
On the face we make you a jellyfish
The night is confusing
And if you cross with me
Cabrón, we're going to let you jump like in the Loolapalooza
 
Marijuana, the hooka and pills
The Cuban that shines from far
Today we put you in the chapel
Although you walk with the family eating in Padilla
 
Someone who does it like I have not yet been born
If you do not get caught in PR, I catch you in the domi or New York
 
[Outro: Arcángel]
Austin baby
Aw shit
Bad Bunny, the bad rabbit
And I am the evil elf
Hear This Music
I mean, we were fucking
Dicel Luian, Mambo Kingz
 

I'm off to Market

I’m going off to market
To buy a little chick. [x2]
 
Cheep1, cheep, cheep goes my little chick.
Up, turnspit,2 the chicken sings.
The chicken sings on the stick.3
 
I’m going off to market
To buy a little duckling. [x2]
 
Quack, quack, quack goes my little duckling.
Cheep, cheep, cheep goes my little chick.
Up, turnspit, the chicken sings.
The chicken sings on the stick.
 
I’m going off to market
To buy a little goat. [x2]
 
Baa, baa, baa goes my little goat.
Quack, quack, quack goes my little duckling.
Cheep, cheep, cheep goes my little chick.
Up, turnspit, the chicken sings.
The chicken sings on the stick.
 
I’m going off to market
To buy a little calf. [x2]
 
Moo, moo, moo goes my little calf.
Baa, baa, baa goes my little goat.
Quack, quack, quack goes my little duckling.
Cheep, cheep, cheep goes my little chick.
Up, turnspit, the chicken sings.
The chicken sings on the stick.
 
I’m going off to market
To buy a little kitten. [x2]
 
Meow, meow, meow goes my little kitten.
Moo, moo, moo goes my little calf.
Baa, baa, baa goes my little goat.
Quack, quack, quack goes my little duckling.
Cheep, cheep, cheep goes my little chick.
Up, turnspit, the chicken sings.
The chicken sings on the stick.
 
I’m going off to market
To buy a little puppy. [x2]
 
Woof, woof, woof goes my little puppy.
Meow, meow, meow goes my little kitten.
Moo, moo, moo goes my little calf.
Baa, baa, baa goes my little goat.
Quack, quack, quack goes my little duckling.
Cheep, cheep, cheep goes my little chick.
Up, turnspit, the chicken sings.
The chicken sings on the stick.
 

• 1. Or peep.
• 2. A device used to turn a spit of meat over a flame.
• 3. As it’s roasting.

In Carcassonne

Dominique eats figs
Her fingers are all jammy from them
She stains her angelic dress
Under the eye of her mother Fifi
 
The fat dog chases bees
He scratches himself in the rose garden
The ripe grapes in the basket
Glisten with sweet warmth
The ripe grapes in the basket
Glisten with sweet warmth
 
It's the month of August shedding it's jacket
The sunlight falls all day long
In the shadow we take a little siesta
It's the month of August in Languedoc
 
In Carcassonne
In Carcassonne
 
The old folk on the doorstep
Chatter like crickets
Slyly Dominique carries off
The basket and the bunches of grapes
 
The fat dog examines it a bit
With an undecided air 1
Then he's off into the aubergines
Of the vegetable plot, to sleep a bit
Then he's off into the aubergines
Of the vegetable plot, to sleep a bit
 
And it's the month of August that simmers
The earth, the herbs, the rocks
Giving them the colour of stewed fruit
It's the month of August in Languedoc
 
In Carcassonne
In Carcassonne
 

• 1. 'mi-figue mi-raisin' is an expression meaning something that is both good and bad at the same time.

Arcadian madness

You can find her anchored on my skin
Every evening she recovers
She will make for you go off the rails
The Arcadian madness
 
You can fall above in the subway
She takes place solo or in several
She will sometimes make you lose the reason
 
You feel the pulsations
Pat, pat on the box , make the sound resound
You feel going up the pressure
 
Ohoh ohoh
Arcadian madness
The one that we love
The one who takes away us from our problems
Ohoh ohoh
Arcadian madness
The one that we love
The only one and only which flows into our veins
Oh, oh, oh...
 
15 hours of the matt, the day gets up
We debrief the evening of the day before
In an after-party on the banks of the Seine
The Arcadian madness
Jam and concert, three festivals
We put the sound, the basses completely
Arcadian original
In the sound of our voices everything mixes
It is not commonplace
 
You feel the pulsations
Pat, pat on the box make the sound resound
You feel going up the pressure
 
Ohoh ohoh Arcadian Madness the One that we love the One who takes away us from our problems Ohoh ohoh Arcadian madness the One that we love The only one and the unique which flows into our veins
 
It is a philosophy Yes it is a state of mind
 
Arcadian madness
 
Ohoh ohoh Arcadian Madness the One that we love the One who takes away us from our problems Ohoh ohoh Arcadian Madness the One that we love The only one and the unique which flows into our veins Oh, oh, oh ...
 
Arcadian madness
 

Your fight

Come on, I will not let your arms down any longer
Come on, I will not let go, I will not let go, you hear me
It will take the time it will take
And your fight, you hear me
This is my fight
 
When Happiness Fades
When love breaks
When life no longer smiles
Passers-by that you see
Are alive while you
You shout at them that you can not take any more
Nothing compensates
Your eternal absence
When you only see walls
More sun, storm
No laughing, no rabies
When you do not see the future
It would be enough for a hand to touch yours
May your eyes look to tomorrow
 
Come on, I will not let your arms down any longer
Come on, I will not let go, I will not let go, you hear me
It will take the time it will take
And your fight, you hear me
This is my fight
(X2)
 
Before the first sign
Before you fell
Before you lose your foot
Every effort will be made to
We will go to your happiness
No matter what it costs
I'll take you to the corners
Where it sings and it sounds
And nobody judges anyone
We'll rebuild a life
Step by step, you heal - you will heal
It would be enough that your hand touches mine
May your eyes look to tomorrow
 
Come on, I will not let your arms down any longer
Come on, I will not let go, I will not let go, you hear me
It will take the time it will take
And your fight, you hear me
This is my fight
(X2)
 

Noah's Ark

This is a story
to tell
It can go well, it could go badly
But no one knows, what is the ending.
But you need to go, go anyway
and walk
on the terrace with the world view
where every sunrise is also a sunset.
 
The world is Noah's Ark
that gets lost in the drift.
But if you're here with me,
the world doesn't exist
it's just summer rain.
 
Lost in you
like a sardine in the sea
Vague in eternity
and I'm down here, in a tiny street.
 
It goes, it goes, but where does it go?
Who knows who knows, I'm not afraid
and this is my life
it's all that I have.
The shorter it will be,
the louder I will sing.
 
This is a story
to tell
I saw you yell little life
Leave the world a new name
A vengeance, a hope
Or maybe only a bit of love
and motor oil
of a spaceship.
 
The world is Noah's Ark
that gets lost in the drift.
But if you're here with me,
the world doesn't exist
it's just a summer galaxy.
 
It goes, it goes, but where does it go?
Who knows who knows, I'm not afraid
and this is my life
it's all that I have.
The shorter it will be,
the louder I will sing.
 

A misztikus

Itt, a misztikus gyönyörűség kertjében
Sötét árnyak tipornak el és vakokká válunk
Vakokká válunk azoknak a szükségleteihez, akik szabadok lennének
A fojtogató félelemtől és az elme börtöneitől
 
A tanácstalanság fájdalmai között
A fóbia ellenünk dolgozik, a kezeiben tartja a magot
A megsemmisítés angyala állt az út mellett
Az erőszakos megtorlásért a magok miatt, amiket elvetettünk
 

Darabokban

Nincs órám, így nem tudom pontosan mikor is történt
Talán egy-két pohár sör és borral ezelőtt
Hogy is van ez, hogy az idő egyszerűen nem telik
Mégis évek és életek járnak el felettünk
Olyan vagyok, mint egy gazdátlan bőrönd egy repülőtéren
Vagy mint egy üres úszómedence ősszel
Hát szégyen az, ha valaki még mindig boldogságra vágyik
Na de mindegy, úgyis holtfáradt vagyok
 
Ma van a születésnapom
Részegen gyászban vagyok
Egy bárpultnak támaszkodva*
Annyi éves lettem, mint apám volt, amikor elhunyt
Ma van a születésnapom
A szavak a torkomon akadnak, fojtogatnak**
A körülöttem lévő életek mind...
 
Darabokban, darabokban hevernek
 
Kimerült vagyok, mégis megragadtam a telefont
Hogy utoljára bocsánatot kérjek az összes nőtől, akit szerettem
A hívásaimra hangposta válaszolt, letettem
Én egy olyan ember vagyok, aki nem tud üzenetet hagyni a sípszó után***