A keresés eredménye oldal 17

I Wish I Were With You

Versions: #4
I have tried to escape from my love,
I would take a sharp razor
And straighten myself.
I would hide in a basement to slice up
Thin leather straps of my skin,
Constricting my weakening chest.
 
I wish I were with you,
I wish I were with you,
How I wish I could be with you,
I wish I were with you,
And I will be with you,
 
Stuck in the room where ceiling's white,
Never losing my hope,
Stuck in the room with city views,
Keeping faith in love.
 
Yes, I know that your name's changed long ago,
Your eyes lost their hue,
Lost forever, I know.
Drunken doctor told me:
You're dead, you're no more,
The fireman gave me a paper,
Your home burned, it's gone.
 
But I wish I were with you,
I wish I were with you,
How I wish I could be with you,
I wish I were with you,
And I will be with you,
 
Stuck in the room where ceiling's white,
Never losing my hope,
Stuck in the room with city views,
Keeping faith in love.
 
I was breaking glass,
Like a chocolate bar,
Was cutting all my fingers because they could not,
They couldn't touch your skin and your scars.
And I looked at these faces
And could not forgive
Them all, 'cause they didn't have you,
And therefore they could live.
 
But I wish I were with you,
I wish I were with you,
How I wish I could be with you,
I wish I were with you,
And I will be with you,
 
Stuck in the room where ceiling's white,
Never losing my hope,
Stuck in the room with city views,
Keeping faith in love.
 
Stuck in the room where ceiling's white,
Never losing my hope,
Stuck in the room with city views,
Keeping faith in love.
 
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The abandoned house

Versions: #2
The sun sets behind your back
It colors your hair with its red
And Eppus* are singing: 'Don't go, njet, njet'
Go or don't, you're gonna take my heart with you anyway
 
Andalusia's nights are in your eyes
And in the dark, I lay my head to your chest
I don't even dare to breathe out loud
And your scent takes my consciousness away
 
chorus:
And hand in hand we walk to the abandoned house
And it makes me feel so strange**
And this moment will make me brain damage
When I shall share an abandoned house with you
And hand in hand we walk to the abandoned house
And this moment will make me brain damage
 
I carry you on my back
You laugh and your laugh fills the whole road
And you make crown of flowes for me
I'm an addict, inhaling you
 
Some maniac has invented eternity
I was one of them, relying to it
You won't come to my back anymore
And the flowers of the abandoned house wither
 
(chorus)
 
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So strange

It's so simple
So strange
That every single bird
Sings tirelessly
 
And someone
In answer to a song
Send to it (a bird) its songs
 
So strange
So simple
As long as the song flies from the heart
Without asking
 
And someone
Will believe
The words of your timid love
 

Nerea

I beg you, Nerea
Don't abort my child
When God brings a child
He brings it in His own time
Bring it, I'll raise it
Don't abort my child
When God brings a child
He brings it in His own time
 
Maybe it'll be Obama,
and I'll rule America
Maybe it'll be Lupita,
and I'll win an Oscar
Maybe it'll be Wanyama,
and I'll play in the premier league
Maybe it'll be Kenyatta,
the founder of a nation
 
I beg you, Nerea
Don't abort my child
When God brings a child
He brings it in His own time
Bring it, I'll raise it
Don't abort my child
When God brings a child
He brings it in His own time
 
I'll raise it
 
Maybe it'll be Mathai,
and I'll conserve the environment
Maybe it'll be Makeba,
and I'll compose beautiful songs
Maybe it'll be Nyerere,
and I'll lead Tanzania
Maybe it'll be Mandela,
the liberator of Africa
 
I beg you, Nerea
Don't abort my child
When God brings a child
He brings it in His own time
Bring it, I'll raise it
Don't abort my child
When God brings a child
He brings it in His own time
 
I ask you Nerea, Nerea
Nerea, don't abort my child
Nerea, Nerea
Nerea, don't you abort my child
 
Maybe it'll be Kagame, and'll rule
Jaramogi Odinga, let's unite
Maybe it'll be Tom Mboya
Maybe it'll be Rudisha
Maybe it'll be an angel, God has given to us
 
Maybe it'll be Sauti Sol
Maybe it'll be Amos and Josh
Maybe it'll be, yeaaah
Maybe it'll be an angel, God has given to us
 

Give Me, I Give You

Hey, baby, I want to love you
The way I love you is the way I want you to love me
It is give and take kind of loving
Darling, I want to love you
The way I love you is the way I want you to love me
It is give and take kind of loving
 
It is a give and take kind of love
You give me, I give you
You give me, I give you
You give me, I give you
 
Hey, baby, I want to love you
The way I love you is the way I want you to love me
It is give and take kind of loving
Darling, I want to love you
The way I love you is the way I want you to love me
It is give and take kind of loving
 
It is a give and take kind of love
You give me, I give you
You give me, I give you
You give me, I give you
 
Hey, baby (my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby)
I want to love you (I wanna love you, mama)
The way I love you is the way I want you to love me
It is give and take kind of loving (mama, my darling)
Darling, I want to love you
The way I love you is the way I want you to love me
It is give and take kind of loving
 
It is a give and take kind of love
You give me, I give you
You give me, I give you
You give me, I give you
 
Sauti Sol...
 

Looking At You

Heart knows, though the road is strange
I miss so much
The place where your breath stayed
Then I cannot miss so I hurt
I just put someone
In my eyes, but tears...
You are the reason of my life
 
Because it's fearless love
Because love comes before pain
Even if looking is all I can do,
I cannot throw you away
 
Yesterday too, and today too
Half of me is crazily ruined
No matter how I try
This sorrow doesn't get erased
Even if you don't love me
 
Because nothing can block me
I give everything into this love
Even if eventually ending won't be happy
I am following the way my heart goes
 
You are the reason I live
Even if looking is all I can do,
I cannot let this love out of my hands
 

The Fall Song by Paul Verlaine

Versions: #3
'the Fall Song' by Paul Verlaine
 
violins' songs
prolong
the fall, in a tone,
hit my heart in a strong,
long
monotone.
 
I'm short of air,
pale in time's care,
when, in a while,
I do retain
the ancient days,
and I cry.
 
and, I will go,
when the winds blow,
I'll be tossed,
to and fro,
as though
a leaf lost.
 
Translation from French by Ivan Petryshyn, U-A
 

She's Singing And The Sounds Are Melting...

Versions: #2
She's singing and the sounds are melting
Like tender kisses on her lips.
She's glancing and the skies're reflecting
In her divine eyes like eclipse.
When she is walking - all her motions,
When uttering a word - her lines're
So full of feeling and emotion,
Of wondrous innocence and signs.
 
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Szép

Olyan szép vagy
 
Általában, te és én
szerettünk, mint senki más
Körülüttünk a világ, széthullhatott
De mi ott voltunk egymásnak
Nézni, ahogy sétálsz, mosolyogsz
Ahogy először történt velem
Mintha tegnap lett volna, jött és ment
De semmi sem változik, amikor meglátlak
 
Olyan szép vagy
Olyan szép vagy
És most én
Csak tudni szeretném
Hogy mindezek után
Még te vagy az egyetlen
 
Még fáj néha
Amikor a szerelem kerülget
Bár azt mondtuk örökre
Kimondani mindent, a viharokon át
De együtt
És most én
Csak tudni szeretném
Mindezek után
Még te vagy az egyetlen
 
Olyan szép vagy
Olyan szép vagy
És most én
Csak tudni szeretném
Hogy mindezek után
Még te vagy az egyetlen
 
Olyan szép vagy
Olyan szép vagy
És most én
Csak tudni szeretném
Hogy mindezek után
Még te vagy az egyetlen
 
Olyan szép vagy
Olyan szép vagy
 

You Have to Drink from the Source

Behind the hill
Behind the chimneys
Beyond the clouds of smoke
There's a source
That distils wine
A wine more intoxicating
Than all other wines
 
If you want to choose it
If you want to taste it
You only have to cross the valley
It's not too far
It's for free
You only have to forget your prejudices
 
You have to drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
Drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
 
Tear up your money
Tear up your papers
Burn your clothes and your shoes
Open up your arms and you'll rediscover
The torrent of life that runs inside of you
 
(x3)
You have to drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
Drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
 
Drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
 

Remember this

If you want to leave
No matter how much it hurts me
I am not keeping you
In my loneliness
Even if I walk the line
I will love you
And if I'm left with an empty body
A moon that has no sky
To forget that you're my life
I can't
 
Remember this as long as you live
Nobody else will love you
The way I loved you
Only me...
 
If you want to live your whole life
That you spent with me
To try out a new beginning
Without my dreams
I have no reason to deny you that
To find easy justifications
But, to forget what we have lived
I can't
 
Remember this as long as you live
Nobody else will love you
The way I loved you
Only me...
 

Beautiful

She’s beautiful
And I mean in love
Aj aj aja ja 2x
She is the one
Shoot my heart like a gun
Aj aj aja ja 2x} 2x
 
Ledri:
When she goes in the street
All talk stops
Everyone likes her
When they are close by
For me is the same
Come again, come again
towards me
Come again, Come again
one on one
And if you come, if you come
You will never go back
Remember, remember
You will be mine
Bang, she shoot me one time
Bang, she shoot me two times
Bang Bang Bang she shoot me again but she’s gonna be mine
Who cares say
Bang, she shoot me one time (one time)
Bang, she shoot me two times( two times)
Bang, Bang, Bang she shoot me again but she’s gonna be mine
Flori:
She’s beautiful
And I mean in love
Aj aj aj ja 2x
She is the one
Shoot my heart like a gun
Aj aj aja ja 2x} 2x
 
Ledri:
I have not seen better than you
what i want, i want to see you everyday
And every time is like the first time
Don't go, stay with me
I know you are you are the only
Tell me you are you are mine
Flori:
{She’s beautiful
And I mean in love
Aj aj aja ja 2x
She is the one
Shoot my heart like a gun
Aj aj aja ja 2x} 2x
 
Flori:
Every time she is in front of me she blinds me like blitz
You have the star in your forehead I never wanted you for showbiz
Every time she is in front of me she blinds me like blitz
You have the star in your forehead I never wanted you for showbiz
 

Even Just a Little Bit

Thoughts flow, madness wakes
But still, everything is so calm
 
Every step seems like
It's been taken a 100 times before
 
Words flow and so loudly
Absolutely nothing has been said
 
Everything that has been, everything that would be
Suddenly becomes small
 
[I wish] I could understand even a little bit what I still feel
Even just a little bit, but nobody hears
What I'm screaming so quietly
Why, why
 
Hours go by, but still
The moment does not dissapear
 
My words
In your palm
In silent pain disappear
 
[I wish] I could understand even a little bit what I still feel
Even just a little bit, but nobody hears
What I'm screaming so quietly
Why, why
[I wish] I could understand even a little bit what I still feel
Even just a little bit, but nobody hears
What I'm screaming so quietly
Why, why
 

Beautiful Mongolian Horse

Beautiful hills.
Shine seven colours of the rainbow,
Gentle upon grass blades still.
The wind whistle as though a giggle,
My beautiful mongol horse,
My beautiful mongol horse.
 
To catch up to speed of the flaxen gazelle,
Speeding through the endless grassfields.
Finally to be home, it has returned.
To be back, so long it has yearned.
My beautiful mongol horse,
My beautiful mongol horse.
 
Many times, it's saved its owner's life,
From nine deaths by the enemy's knife.
Staring at its friends' corpses from the hilltop,
Those flowing tears were so hard to stop.
My beautiful mongol horse,
My beautiful mongol horse.
 

Winter trysts

Where did the autumn trysts go
And the daylight.. Rain, and shivering children
Where did the autumn trysts go
Secrets, morning frosts, and deserted gardens
 
People are reaching out
Tree trunks are cracking
And you, you break bricks
You don't care about the garden
Your hands are bloody
You dream of America
 
Some days you would like
To exchange secrets
To tell each other stories
To send makeshift boats
Float away on lakes
In evening gardens
 
Where did the winter trysts go
And the cold... The child blowing in his hands?
Where did the autumn trysts go
The frozen fences, the lakes, the snowy moons?
 
Some days you can't take any more
But the nightmare goes on
Your heart keeps pounding
The smokes, the fogs
And old men's hands
Caressing children
 
You remember the pathways
The horse chestnut-trees
The bandstands
High up in the sky
You watch birds
Flying to America
 
Where did the autumn trysts go
And the wind...
 
Where did the autumn trysts go
And the wind?
 
People are reaching out
Tree trunks are cracking
And you, you break bricks
You don't care about the garden
Your hands are bloody
You dream of America
 
Some days you can't take any more
But the nightmare goes on
Your heart beats too fast
High up in the sky
You watch birds
Flying to America
 
People are reaching out
Tree trunks are cracking
And you, you break bricks
You don't care about the garden
Your hands are bloody
You dream of America
Flying to America
 
Some days you can't take any more
But the nightmare goes on
Your heart beats too fast
High up in the sky
You watch birds
Flying to America
America
 

Poor Bird

I don't remember the name of that town
I don't remember which century it was
But I took you in my hands like a poor bird
Who had been hurt by stupid children
 
I whispered fairytales about faraway lands
I wanted to bring you at least a bit of joy
I promised to you that I would be back in a month
Although I knew I wasn't coming back
 
How we hurt those
To whom we give the sky
And of our sweet words
We will have to feel ashamed
And inside my chest there is a cage
And instead of a heart
This poor bird thrashes inside
Breaking its wings
 
I tried drinking sweet wines to wash away this bitterness
I tried forgetting everything that had been and starting over
But I knew no peace in my comfortable beds
Because this bird was screaming in my dreams
 
In a strange place where shadows will meet again
After the long road, after the tiresome life
I will ask the kind God for one thing:
For the poor bird
To forgive me
 
How we hurt those
To whom we give the sky
And of our sweet words
We will have to feel ashamed
And inside my chest there is a cage
And instead of a heart
This poor bird thrashes inside
Breaking its wings
 

The Bus

it does not matter
Where the bus is taking me
Any place
Will be better to forget
 
It will work
Maybe it will be of no use
I will try
To remove your traces from my skin
 
This city smells like you
Sadly, like you
And what I want
Is to forget your love
 
To save the heart
To erase the bad memory
That your betrayal has left me
And what I want
Is to forget your love
 
Even if I need to die
Anesthetizing the desire
Maybe I will not think about you anymore
 
I will walk
On the embers of pain
I will reborn, maybe I will have another skin
 
This city smells like you
Sadly, like you
And what I want
Is to forget your love
 

On the highest brunch

Versions: #3
In the clear fountain
Having a picnic
 
Hung on the highest brunch
Among the chestnuts
It seems you were balancing
I watched you and loose my feet
 
Although nothing matters anymore
Have you at least found the key
That gives us back our childhood
And our crazy Laughter at schoolchildren
 
This night,
It's the wind of the autumn
That will rock you
Let it
At the shelter of men
Rock it near me
 
There will be, of course, unease
Like a brief hesitation
At the moment of placing the chairs
For the new year's eve meal
 
You'll live in all our silence
In the hasard of conversations
I'll get used to your absence
But I won't say your name anymore
 
This night,
It's the wind of the autumn
That will rock you
Let it
,At the shelter of men,
Rock you near me
 
Hung on the highest brunch
One day, I'll forgive you
Tell God that it's sunday
And he can come to take you
 

Under Their Skin

It doesn't matter if you're strong or weak
It doesn't matter if you're fine
Just make sure to be awake, not to sleep
And to raise your voice in due time
Yeah, it's gonna be uplifting for most
Who're inwardly stoking their fire
Liberating, even reanimating to those
Who feel death drawing nigher
 
It's gonna get real loud when they cry shouts of joy
He who puts trust in them will be as family
It's getting under their skin like sunshine, boy
I built my house on You with tons and tons of brick
Stone upon stone, so they grew to mountains
With mighty stormwinds, snow and ice
As summiteer I'll wrap myself in gauntness
Then it'll get hot, we'll fold our hands and close our eyes
 
You'll have to lie in your bed as you've made it
That's how wise men are saying across the land
But if you won't get saved from the war, you must escape it
Or you're building home and goods on beds of sand
So we're mapping out travel routes in all our charts and
We're closing in on your landmarks to thwart
Our coming out of Babylon will soon be starting
We'll go through, we don't need no escort
 

The Bus Director

Marek Valenta:
My new car is as fast as the wind and as strong as a bull,
it makes my world taste like a well roasted steak again,
my life is in full swing, I feel as i I were at least 1.6m tall,
and everything is as it should to be.
 
Vojta Dyk:
It's not a car, mate, this is some bloody fake,
it's a bike and bikes are not permitted on the bus,
yeah, whoever has a bike is a total outsider,
so goodbye and adieu!
 
I'm the director of this bus,
got my own rules and my own know-how
 
M.V.:
You're the director of this bus,
the bus whose terminal station is 'Trouble'
 
Ondřej Ládek:
Bikes are not permitted, it's here, down in black and white,
don't force me to shout on you,
be sure that if you don't get lost immediately,
you'll see something,
I shall tolerate no scum in here.
 
M.V.:
My shoes are small, but my rights are as big as yours,
so take that in account,
what's written down in black and white doesn't have to be black and white at all, for you it's a bike, for me a mobility aid.
 
You're the director of this bus,
the world's not made of traffic lanes, though.
 
O.L:
I'm the director of this bus,
don't disturb my circles with your goddamn bike.
 
Bike remains a bike,
and nothing's gonna change about that
 
Idiot remains an idiot,
some have short legs, some are a bit short on the uptake.
 
Bike remains a bike,
my mind boggles at your arguments.
 
Idiot remains an idiot,
those who refer to regulations, should know them in the first place.
 
Conditions of the Transport Regulations, article 6., paragraph 15.:
'Other mobility aid devices are considered wheelchairs
provided their dimensions and weight
are similar'.
 
M.V.:
I don't want to jump to premature conclusions,
and don't want to argue,
I just want what I'm entitled to, alright?
 
People like me,
don't live just in fairy-tales
we're all in the same boat, so don't throw us overboard.
 
Dan Bárta:
My authority will be gone the moment I let you in with your bike,
Once you do it, everyone will want it too,
rules are rules, even a village idiot knows that,
if you want an exception, go complain to the Snow White!
 
I'm the director of this bus,
appeal to God if you wish,
 
M.V.:
You're the director of this bus,
next time you'll take my white stick or a wooden leg.
 
Bike remains a bike,
and nothing's gonna change about that
 
Idiot remains an idiot,
some have short legs, some are a bit short on the uptake.
 
Bike remains a bike,
my mind boggles at your arguments.
 
Idiot remains an idiot,
those who refer to regulations, should know them in the first place.
 

Near The Bumper Cars

I knew Pépette
At the bumper cars
She, she had number seven
And I had number twelve
Hers was green
And mine was green (too)
She was good, the Pépette
And it was her job (she was good!)
 
I asked her 'Do you come often
To the bumper cars?'
She told me that she came often
That made her happy
She asked me 'But why
Are you asking me that?'
I responded 'But why
Are you asking me that?'
 
We went to drink a beer
Near bumper cars
She looked very happy
In her yellow dress
She was not really that boring
She was not awful at all
I had vicious ideas
Under my yellow hair
 
I offered to Pépette
A bumper car ride
She, she kept the seven
I took over the eleventh
The boss of the bumper cars
Who was very kind
He put on background music
He put us Johnny
 
While my idol was singing
The entire penis gates
The little cars were spinning, spinning and spinning
And I was doing it on purpose
To hit into Pépette
Same as a shot, without doing it on purpose
She sprained her head
 
We went to drink a beer
Near bumper cars
She looked a lot less happy
In his ugly dress
She looked less in love
She said to me thoughtfully
I have to go to my landlady
What a disaster
 
I left the Pépette
Near the auto-buffers
I asked him but Pépette
Is that your real name
She told me 'Are you stupid'
It's my nickname, poor idiot
My real name is Zezette
But it's a bit long
 
We ate together
A chocolate ice cream
She, she took raspberry
And I did not eat anything
I wanted an ice cream made of meat
Yes but there were none left
Not even one of minced meat
But it flows along the cornet
 
We went to drink a beer
Near bumper cars
I found her suddenly hideous
Her dress with moth holes
I told her 'You know little pisser
I prefer bumper cars'
You are not luxurious enough
But tell me, what time is it
 
Lalala Lalala Lala ... What time is it
Lalala Lalala Lala ... What time is it
Lalala Lalala Lala ... What a bitch ...
Lalala Lalala lala ...
 
[Fun fair animator]
And let's go fans of speed, roll-roll little cars, we laugh we have fun at Disneyland!
No. 112 wins an inflatable E.T. or VCR ... Cardboard
Little Delphine is waiting for her mom next to the merguez stand
Attention, the owner of the 504 Pigeot registered 4012 QQ 75 is asked to move it, it hinders the coach of the Communist Party
And it's still a soldier who wins a net garnished with a bazooka in it!
Let's go youth, we laugh we have fun ...
The person who lost a leather wallet is asked to report it
 

Once In A Dream

I am always dreaming of you
Your eyes are very dear
I call my dream an illusion
But you understand
I still love you in my dream
 
But you understand
I still love you in my dream
 
I am always dreaming of you
Your eyes are very dear
I call my dream an illusion
But you understand
I still love you in my dream
 

What Is This Thing That Is Called Love?

What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
That secretly drives our hearts?
And whoever felt it is nostalgic about it
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
Laughter, tear, sunshine, rain
Our lives, our ending, and beginning
 
Never ever has a mouth
Found it and said it yet
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
In a second, it gives you wings
And it is both sadness and joy at the same time
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
And it makes you voice the aim:
I love you, I love you, I love you.
 

What Is This Thing That Is Called Love?

Versions: #2
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
That secretly drives our hearts?
And whoever felt it is nostalgic about it
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
Laughter, tear, sunshine, rain
Our lives, our ending, and beginning
 
Never ever has a mouth
Found it and said it yet
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
In a second, it gives you wings
And it is both sadness and joy at the same time
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
And it makes you voice the aim:
I love you, I love you, I love you.
 

Go higher

Versions: #2
I hid my differences so much
under airs or pretenses
I thought other dances
would hide me from people's eyes
I never followed your roads
I wanted to trace my path
 
To go higher, go higher
where you forget your memories
Go higher, go higher,
get closer to the future
 
I have lost so many times the trace
of dreams for which I lived
I did not know how to tell you I love you
only to keep you
We must also say our doubts
and put them in other hands
 
To go higher, go higher
and draw memories
Go higher, go higher
And still believe in the future
 
To go higher, go higher
And draw memories
Go higher, go higher
And still believe in the future
 
Go higher, go higher
Getting closer to the future
 

Self-portrait

Black girl, ghetto-dweller
On scholarship, renowned
Sambista hitting the road
She conquers the bass and the beat
 
Black chick
Misjudged by society
She faces everything and don't go quietly to fight
She sings and her effect is like capoeira
She is dance
But if things go wrong, she is a fighter
But if things go wrong, she is a fighter
 
She doesn't want to quarrel
But if she gets into it
Nothing is gonna stop her
Nothing is gonna stop her
 
Because she is me and me is we
And we are not afraid of others
Because she is me and me is we
And we are not afraid of others
 
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
 
Black girl, ghetto-dweller
On scholarship, renowned
Sambista hitting the road
She conquers the bass and the beat
 
Black chick
Misjudged by society
She faces everything and don't go quietly to fight
She sings and her effect is like capoeira
She is dance
But if things go wrong, she is a fighter
But if things go wrong, she is a fighter
 
She doesn't want to quarrel
But if she gets into it
Nothing is gonna stop her
Nothing is gonna stop her
 
Because she is me and me is we
And we are not afraid of others
Because she is me and me is we
And we are not afraid of others
 
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
 
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
Using what I know to do
To build a statement
I sign my name on it
Turn it up
Relax, boy
Pay attention to my beat
 

In Life, You Must Never Get Worried

- 1 -
Leaving the Trente et Quarante table
I didn't have a bean left
Of my inheritance from my aunt
Anyone else but me would have said to himself:
I'm going to blow my brains out
Kill myself with a knife
Poison myself, throw myself in the sea
You know, perfectly natural deaths
Me, wanting to finish in beauty
I killed myself repeating:
 
Chorus
In life, you mustn't get worried
I don't worry myself
These little troubles
Will pass
Everything will work itself out
I don't have the character
For getting myself all worked up
Believe me, here on earth
You must never get worried
I don't worry myself.
 
- 2 -
I come back to Paris but my lawyer
Announces: 'Your attentive father
is taking you to court...
and twenty-five louis per month of board...
and since I don't see anyone else
From whom you might inherit anything
You'll have to work, take up a profession,
That's my advice to you
I say to him 'What? You want
Me to steal the bread of a working man?'
 
After the second chorus:
In life, you mustn't get worried
I don't worry myself
I don't have the character
For getting myself all worked up
Believe me, here on earth
You must never get worried
I don't worry myself
 
~3oudicca

I don't have a car, I don't have a manor house

I don't have a car, I don't have a manor house
The only thing that I have: I have love for you
I'm not a Rothschild, I don't have blue blood
The only thing that I am: I'm good for you
I can't speak English, I can't box either
The only thing that I can do: I can't live without you
I don't have a car, I don't have a manor house
The only thing that I have: I have love for you
 

Eksassaute (1) (Jump to it)

I have studied and then I have diplomas
And then take a competitive exam, I’m a man, already more than a child.
I have grown up all the grades of the company
And I have created mine, I finally see my promised land.
I had to have more productivity,
Looking for other business, for my little activity.
I don’t cunt my hours, I roll up my sleeves.
I’m even against the opening of the churches on Sunday.
But victim of dumping, competition made in China,
Here lies (here lies), my small trampoline factory.
Now, I realize, I could have opening the eyes,
Find time and light, like Saint Teresa in Lisieux. (2)
 
Give your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second jump to it!
Your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second EKSASSAUTE!
 
It’s a consultant (girl), who meet a painter
And she slams in his ear, stories of luxury and absinthe.
He had a light complexion and painting only pastels.
She commands to him the highlighter, the déjà-vu, the false sun.
His popularity rise, she charmed the publicists.
And he is here, like a bilingual, who don’t speak of art, but numbers.
The paintbrush rebel, the creation manages,
On Earth, the time stops, on heaven the stars freeze.
Do you know (do you know), the moon influences the tides,
Creating a soul quake, who touch her, who save her.
Now, she realizes, that she could have opening the eyes,
Find time and light, like Saint Teresa in Lisieux.
 
Give your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second jump to it!
Your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second EKSASSAUTE!
 
EKSASSAUTE!
I took the microphone, then a voice, I took the scrubland (3)
And I felt a bit condensed in the Knacki package. (4)
Then, I have dressed a khaki battledress, like Tamouls and Pakis. (5)
And I saw the life of mans, yes whose are the life of mans?
Break… I was in the army, in the sand yacht,
There were beautiful and naked girl,
Fault or not fault, hold the head high,
Live before the woman with scythe.
 
EKSASSAUTE! Eksassaute, eksassaute.
EKSASSAUTE! Eksassaute, eksassaute.
And it... (explodes) (6)
 

The Beautiful and the Ugly

A tale that truly happened a long time ago
Not friends or something else
Not something long awaited
 
Though all changes are small
The heart is thrilled, but no one's quite ready
The beautiful and the ugly
 
It makes no difference whether it surprises,
As it was once as certain
as the sunrise
 
It makes no difference whether it surprises,
As it was once as certain as the sunrise
ooh ooh oooooh ooh
 
An ancient tale, a note that is foregone
The difficulty and delight in change, try to understand
As sure as the sun (as sure as the sun) rises in the east
An ancient tale, a note that is foregone, The beautiful and the ugly
An ancient tale, a note that is foregone, The beautiful and the ugly
 

Being with you

I have a thousand stars
and the moon and the sun
and the light of your look,
and the light of your look in my heart.
I have the clouds of the sky
and the tides of the sea
and if I have your love,
and if I have your love I don't want anything else.
 
By being with you, with you, with you
suddenly I feel happy,
and when I look at you, at you, at you
I forget the world an myself,
 
how wonderful is to love you this way
by being with you, with you, with you I feel happy.
 
When the new day is snowing
I don't feel the lack of sun
and the snowflakes,
and the snowflakes look colorful.
 
When the evening ends
and everything gets cloudy
my road lights up,
my road lights up if you look at me again.
 
By being with you, with you, with you
suddenly I feel happy,
and when I look at you, at you, at you
I forget the world an myself,
 
how wonderful is to love you this way
by being with you, with you, with you I feel happy.
 
how wonderful is to love you this way
by being with you, with you, with you
by talking with you, with you, with you
by dreaming with you, with you, with you
I feel happy.
 
Happy!
 

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In this world

What can I do in this small world
I have no power, my dear heart, I can only
open my hands to you
Wait for another world next to me
What can I do in this small world
 
What could I fill into our empty life
Where can I find the color to paint everything you deserve
I will only hide the shadows when you return back
And I will describe the darkness as if it was a painting
What could I fill into our empty life
 
In this forlorn corner where we were born
Where can I find the place to build up Paradise
Which nightmares should I knock down firstly
You can only live in my body
In this forlorn corner where we were born
 
NV