A keresés eredménye

The Last Night

Another summer passes
And we watch it go by in silence
You brush against my lips
And promise me 'I'll see you soon'
The sand will disappear
It'll let the wind take it away
That plaza's empty now
I remember when there were a hundred of us there
 
From lying on the shore to the high sea
I've seen so many days begin
Now the lights are off in that bar
Where we used to go to shout
 
I don't care about anything
I'm spending the last night with you
Grab something to drink and take me where the stars go
It's the last night, it's just you and me
 
Tell me that you'll remember me
Tell me that you'll remember me
Tell me that you'll remember
 
And we're alone on the beach
If we don't need anything
If you're in my arms
I swear tonight will last forever
You brush against my lips again
And we stay together until seven
Even the sunrise will disappear
Among kisses that taste like cigarettes
 
From lying on the shore to the high sea
I've seen so many days begin
Now the lights are off in that bar
We'll go back there to shout
 
I don't care about anything
I'm spending the last night with you
Grab something to drink and take me where the stars go
It's the last night, it's just you and me
 
Tell me that you'll remember me
Tell me that you'll remember me
Tell me that you'll remember
 

Variete Obscur

Every night, the fine society of the city,
punctually at eight, the door opens in the basement
So gallantly welcomes the director the ladies and gentlemen
Gives everyone a hand: welcome here in Varieté Obscur
 
And the gentlemen, supple the tail, the cylinder, the
stick,
They like to leave them with the day at the wardrobe
Every night, the ladies and gentlemen sort out anew
One chats and laughs, the everlasting hunger always in view.
 
I sit here as always
in my niche waiting in the half-dark
and hardly notice the splendor.
What do I care about the looks
from the other tables,
I thought, sweet Emma, only about you.
 
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Little sweet goddess!
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Beautiful Goddess!
Don't someone told you
That you shouldn't torture people
Little 'oh!', Little 'ah!'
Little sweet Emma, yes!
 
How to serve the Liliputans liverily
On the silver tablet the powdery powdery powder
No thanks! Although it's like champagne included in the price
Can it be something else?
The same as always, you already know me
 
No renunciation, I only wait for the idea, because,
when finally the light is dimmed, I know its soon
so far
It's ten, hardly one here really looks at the show,
already too often seen, the sensation as incidental.
 
So some hand moves smoothly
in the tropical heat when Godeaux, the snake,
crawls around on the stage.
He winds around bars
through the smallest cracks,
but I, sweet Emma, just wait for you!
 
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Little sweet goddess!
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Beautiful Goddess!
Don't someone told you
That you shouldn't torture people
Little 'oh!', Little 'ah!'
Little sweet Emma, yes!
 
It is time, and while the bearded lady sings,
I make myself ready as an attentive hunter, my eyes wander.
And so close, you suddenly appear, do not know how and where, but now you are there, so some hand travel back in the short term.
 
Hardly a man who does not want her, as she stands smiling,
he stared as if, at every table, he showed the goods,
In front of the belly, cigars and also cigarettes and more,
what is still needed when the night comes
to a climax.
 
And finally, finally you come,
I can smell you already, Jack the Wolfhuman howls,
can not do anything like that!
You look at me,
give me a match-book, secretly, there
'Meet me later, behind the tapet door'
 
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Little sweet goddess!
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Beautiful Goddess!
Don't someone told you
That you shouldn't torture people
Little 'oh!', Little 'ah!'
Little sweet Emma, yes!
 
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Little sweet goddess!
Little (oh!)
Goddess (ah!)
Beautiful Goddess!
Don't someone told you
That you shouldn't torture people
Little 'oh!', Little 'ah!'
Little sweet Emma, yes!
 
I walk almost like remote-controlled,
as if Jean had the puppeteer
me on the cross in his hand
And led quite without will as a Marionette,
I have never known a woman like you, Emma
O Emma, you are so beautiful,
probably not from this world,
my angel, what did you do?
You have warned me every time,
when I get insane, but then,
Emma, you laughed again
 
I know I should have listened to you long ago
I am unrestrained in your net stockings
O hell, no one can deceive like you, kiss
I'd rather not come back from here, Emma