A keresés eredménye oldal 3

Your Munk Harmonica

Your mund harmonika
that you play for me tonight
Your mund harmonica
won't give my heart any rest
 
Your mund harmonica
Your gentle light mol
The memory of your gentleness brings
pain to the center of my chest
 
Refrain.
But the heart makes a di din
But the heart goes ba bam
But the hands I touch and give
When passion fans the flames
But the heart makes a dum dum
But the heart goes dom dom
Heartbeats say I have a home
Running quickly to my love
 
The memory of your gentleness brings
pain to the center of my chest
 
Refrain.
But the heart makes a di din
But the heart goes ba bam
But the hands I touch and give
When passion fans the flames
But the heart makes a dum dum
But the heart goes dom dom
Heartbeats say I have a home
Running quickly to my love
 
My mund harmonica
 

Philosopher’s Stone

Versions: #2
Philosopher’s Stone,
Crimson stone,
One that desires sacrifice
To grant illusory truth.
 
Understand, you have to,
There is much misery in
Your past failures that obscures
The illusory truth.
 
Should the flow of time be impeded,
Then, understand,
The land will be covered by infinite corpses.
 
Understand, you have to,
There is much misery in
Your past failures that obscures
The illusory truth.
 
Should the flow of time be impeded,
Then, understand,
The land will be covered by infinite corpses.
 
The dead would look and look,
As if their desires burned again,
But they would only make roots
For a forest of blood.
 
Philosopher’s Stone,
Crimson stone,
How much more do you want...?
 

The Hallway

A soul has begun dancing
Like a veil on thought
Dance to make me sing
Eyes closed to better see you
The end of a big black hole
Forget about the mémoire*
Of an improvised act
My soul, would you like to dance?**
A tree has been outlined
All along my back
As with every uprooted thing
Its roots are at the top
Everybody saw only the bark
The form disguised the force
As for me, I burn from head to toe
My body, do you want to leave me?**
Alone, together
The higher we are, the more everything joins together
How beautiful it is
To let everything live without saying a word
Alone, together
The farther we are, the more alike we are
Rest is dying to learn to live
To let live is dying when we have to
My head started moving
Like the tip of a candle
Reason goes up in smoke
We won't need it anymore
The flame leaves from both sides
As for me, I burn from head to toe
In the middle of my body
A long walkway goes up
 

Philharmonics

Sejted ki halt meg
Múlt éjszaka
Szürke zokniban
Minden lehetséges közül
Ez nem volt veszteség
Az egyetlen Isten az enyém.
 
Elbukott
Csak belefulladt
Az élvezet
Tengerébe.
Megszelídítette a pezsgőt
És az éjszaka teremtményeit.
 
Mint a víz
Összecsapott felette
Megtöltötte a tüdejét
Kívül-belül
Eladom az aranyát
Virágokért és rizsért.
 
Mesél a tűz
Voltak alárendeltjei
Gyalogosai és parasztjai
Mint én
Egyeseket néha felemelt a győzelemért
De most mind szabadok vagyunk.
 

Copycat [Imitator]

“Well, hello”
Whom are you talking to?
I’m not acquainted with you
“I gotta go
We’ll meet again”
Day by day
My will becomes weaker
 
It's so good to be together…
I’m telling you everything you want to hear
“Just think how funny it is:
It’s like I’m looking in a mirror”
 
I no longer remember whom I was
There will be haze in the eyes…
 
I'll adjust myself to you.
It’s much easier, right?
Make me erase my face –
I’ll learn to feel no pity for myself
 
Tell me whom I should be
 
Tell me whom I should be
 
“Well, hello.
Is there something wrong?”
I’m speaking the exact way you do
That’s it, I’ll dissolve
And become nobody,
Just like you wanted
 
Icy cold tone of voice again –
But why, let me understand?
“Just think how funny it is:
I’ve been waiting for your tears for a long time”
 
I no longer remember whom I was
There will be haze in the eyes…
 
I’ve become a fake –
The one whom you wanted, right?
I’ve managed to erase my face,
Having learnt to feel no pity for myself
 
Tell me whom I should be (x4)
 
The cage has suddenly closed,
With no mercy and no avail…
I wonder, what are you going to do now?
Tell me, and you’d better be honest…
 
I no longer remember whom I was
There will be haze in the eyes…
 
I’ve become a fake –
The one whom you wanted, right?
I’ve managed to erase my face,
Having learnt to feel no pity for myself
 
Tell me whom I should be (x8)
 
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It's OK

Do you ever think, 'I can't take it anymore,
All the problems, every day?'
Do you never see the sun, but always storms and rain,
Do you have nothing but bad luck?
 
Then here is a happy little song,
The cure for all your problems,
Sing together 'cause you'll enjoy it
Away with your worries -- you'll feel fine
 
It's OK, sing this melody
Happily and in harmony
Live with a bit of sympathy
For all the people around you
 
It's OK, sing this melody
Happily and in harmony
Live with a bit of sympathy
For all the people around you
 
Have you not a penny with which to buy things?
Do your dreams never come true?
And do you feel like just walking away?
Then make this good decision now:
 
Look around and see the other people,
Look at yourself and you will see that
There's not even that much to wish for
If you're healthy, then you're rich.
 
It's OK, sing this melody
Happily and in harmony
Live with a bit of sympathy
For all the people around you
 
It's OK, sing this melody
Happily and in harmony
Live with a bit of sympathy
For all the people around you
 
It's OK, sing this melody
Happily and in harmony
Live with a bit of sympathy
For all the people around you
 
It's OK, sing this melody
Happily and in harmony
Live with a bit of sympathy
For all the people around you
 

From the Countryside

One [sitting] on the handlebar, the other on the carrier
Barely in balance, fieldwork/training in the middle of a village
Packed milk, black bread, white bread - bought with mother's cash
The change into my pocket, that's my tactics
I spruce up my suspender trousers, nose is snotty
We pay for a candypack with everyone's contribution, onto the carrier we
fix a music player with tape, candies don't equally add up
in number, we chop them a bit on a block
Totally better than glasses and some 3D
Totally better than Wifi or some 3G
I don't want to play inside, I'm all alright
because a vinegar bomb explodes better
Join our gang, that's not some Kvartal1, lil dude,
Going fishing with the shaking of my shins2, chain off the bike
Cold Fanta quenches, no need to be afraid
We crunch baranki3 together behind a gas station
Sundrops peek through a woodpile
Little sandy feet, shiny little eyes
We praise the weather even in winter when surfaces are bald outside
An outfit decent enough, then weather decent enough too
 
A road in the middle of fields, a farmer on a filed
sips a little of beer in the door of a Belarus tractor
Sweet rain hides inside a haystraw
With a wet finger I get wind onto my finger
Three men, dust is on the road
It stalks like a long train behind
Foldable bike4 makes a wonky sound and a snail cracks, I turn dodgingly,
A frog jumps away before us
 
I throw skipping stones by a lake, the amount of fish there is insane
late at nights, early in the morning steps on a hayfield
We, the gang meet up on some old farmswing5
My foldable is cooler than your self-balancing scooter
In the garden carrots, cabbage, I carefully nip
raspberries, grandmother cooks bravely, valged klaarid6 and juices
got from a birch and marple, she brings them for lunch
Thank god, in the evening there is apple cake
and drink not from a pack because udder is bursting with milk
I take a liter from the larder and try to get the last out of the jar
Grandfather keeps praising that the milk mustache is first-class
Now I take an after-meal nap and afterwards I will go and mow
In general, I'm merry but to sauna I go in anger7
I am not very vegan, the table needs meat too
I won't say more, I'd just add to this story
that it's very nice in the countryside, I want to sing it on full volume
 
A road in the middle of fields, a farmer on a filed
sips a little of beer in the door of a Belarus tractor
Sweet rain hides inside a haystraw
With a wet finger I get wind onto my finger
Three men, dust is on the road
It stalks like a long train behind
Foldable bike makes a wonky sound and a snail cracks, I turn dodgingly,
A frog jumps away before us
 
I lie down, [streching] in all length on a long hayfield
Shall we do some hocus-pocus and have long rides on a foldable?
I take a match out of a box, but sometimes I take many too
Fire takes form under a stove and I pull my dents clear
Clean air in my lungs and clear water in a mug
Suddenly I throw a swish onto a basket, I clean in the yard, I rake
I splash in mud, I order four jam doughnuts
I chew sourdock until I'm the one with most mosquito bites
Blisters on the tips of my fingers and tall dills in the garden
Although sauna is a torture to me, in a pond it's more like chilling
Water straight from a spring, on the edge of a filed [there is] a race car
painted8 who's visiting from Tallinn, I hug a hayball
 

• 1. the newest mall in Tartu (eng city block)
• 2. on a shinshaker', a kind of bike with
  little egine
• 3. certain Russian emm... cookies
• 4. actually calle 'folding bike'
• 5. google külakiik to get a picture
• 6. valge klaar(õun) (white + clear basically) is a very popular apple variety
• 7. wordplay: viht (viha, vihta, therefore viha+ga) also means 'a bundle of birch twigs' that is used for massaging has partially the same paradigma as viha (viha, viha) 'anger' (vihaga, with anger)
• 8. not sure aboujt this one

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Továbblépő Kisasszony

Összeomlottam, elölről fogok kezdeni mindent
Letörlök mindent, mint egy tábláról
Az ajkaim búcsút mondanak
A szemeim végre szárazak
 
Már nem olyan vagyok, mint régen
Levettem a lemezt az ismétlésről
Te megöltél engem, de én túléltem
És most újra életre kelek
 
Már sosem leszek ugyan az a lány, nem
Már sosem leszek ugyan az a lány, nem
Az ártatlanságom egyre halványul
De a szívem egyre erősebb lesz
Szóval hívj, hívj, hívj
Továbblépő Kisasszonynak
Továbblépő Kisasszonynak
 
Eltörtem az üveget, ami körülvett engem
Már nem olyan vagyok, mint amire emlékszel
Olyan jó kislány voltam
Olyan törékeny, de többé már nem
 
Átugrottam a kerítést, hogy átjussak a másik oldalra
Az egész világom felizzott
Most már nem félek többé
A függetlenség napja van
 
Már sosem leszek ugyan az a lány, nem
Már sosem leszek ugyan az a lány, nem
Az ártatlanságom egyre halványul
De a szívem egyre erősebb lesz
Szóval hívj, hívj, hívj
Továbblépő Kisasszonynak
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Minden változik és
Sosem akarok visszatérni ahhoz, amilyen volt
Rájöttem ki vagyok és
aki vagyok most, annak elégnek kell lennie
Elég lesz majd
 
Már sosem leszek ugyan az a lány, nem
Már sosem leszek ugyan az a lány, nem
Az ártatlanságom egyre halványul
De a szívem egyre erősebb lesz
Szóval hívj, hívj, hívj
Továbblépő Kisasszonynak
Továbblépő Kisasszonynak
 
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