A keresés eredménye oldal 17

Where you are

Versions: #2
Far away, far away, by the green river,
Where the cold wind is hardly known,
On the hot sand the summer gathering flowers, while living it's traces.
Somewhere , where you are, somewhere, where you are.
 
The moon is disappearing, you're standing by the window
And looking at the green willow.
The spring is by the grand piano, but the melody of dream somewhere on the hot sand .
Somewhere , where you are, somewhere, where you are.
 
But one winter morning or maybe in spring
Or maybe in autumn sometime
You'll wake up alone, you'll open the window and you'll see my summer.
 
There where I'm and you are, the evening is rising the bridges.
And covering the footprints where we are.
There where I'm and you are, it takes my dreams away.
And dreams are melting by the water, there where I'm and you are.
There where I'm and you are and white piano keys flowers.
There where I'm and you are and black rivers bridges.
There where I'm and you are our dreams are leaving us.
There where I'm and you are, There where I'm and you are.
 
You are living , but you are hidden
By stupid old willow.
You can't see the flowers on the hot sand and can't hear me where you are.
Where you are, where you are, where you are, where you are.
 
Maybe over the mountain, maybe over the river,
Sometime flying in my dreams,
By the green river wandering our dreams, on the hot sand they are melting.
 
There where I'm and you are, the evening is rising the bridges.
And covering the footprints where we are.
There where I'm and you are, it takes my dreams away.
And dreams are melting by the water, there where I'm and you are.
There where I'm and you are and white piano keys flowers.
There where I'm and you are and black rivers bridges.
There where I'm and you are our dreams are leaving us.
There where I'm and you are, There where I'm and you are.
 

The Aria of Ivan and the Frog

Versions: #2
All fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up! (x3)
 
I've been going throw forests and looking for my arrow everywhere,
And what is this fucking creature sitting on the leaf?
It's completely green and cold piece of shit,
And it's holding my arrow in its arms
Like a joint of marijuana,
Well, what should I do? Where could I find a fiancee?
And why are you croaking, fuck your mother?
 
'You take me with you, I will be your wife!'
'What, must I take you?' 'Yes, me!'
'I'd rather jump headfirst into the deep swamp!'
 
'You take me with you, I will be your wife,
I will be faithful for you, I am a happiness of your fate!'
 
All fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up! (x3)
 
'Holy shit! It ain't a happiness! How must I find that?
You, stupid frog, better tell me how we will sleep together!
Well, sex with you will be a myth,
'Cause you even can't fit for my fuckpole,
You'll burst like a condom!'
 
'Well, fuck off and die! If you don't wanna, don't take me,
But remember, my dear, let a frog tear you into small pieces,
If you return back without a woman, you father
Will fucking beat you down, I answer for my words!'
 
'Yes, of course, the King will really hit me,
I can't deny it, but, eventually,
Listen to me, green shit, I wanna tell you:
It's better for me to get some strikes in my ear or jaw,
But I will be single, I will live so as I want to do!'
 
'You take me with you, I will be your wife,
I will be faithful for you, I am a happiness of your fate!'
 
All fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up! (x3)
 
'Actually, that's not so bad,
Somehow, my dick is itching,
I think I'll take this amphibia to the castle,
I won't have to byu her any jewels and luxury clothes,
If I am drunk as a cunt, she won't yell at me,
Listen to me, green frog, I agree!
Come here! You will be my fiancee!'
'Really?' 'No shit! You sit on my handkerchief
And let's go home with me. Have you climbed up, dear?'
'Yes, I have. I'm fine, darling!'
 
You have taken me home, I will be your wife,
I will be faithful for you, I am a happiness of your fate!'
 
All fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up! (x3)
 
'I have taken her home, she will be my wife,
She'll be faithful for me... I've got a fucking happiness of my fate!..'
 
All fucked-up, fucked-up, fucked-up! (x3)
 
(Narrative Part)
 
So Ivan took the frog,
Put her in his pocket,
The frog nearly died there,
'Cause there was a bad smell going from Ivan.
 
Then Ivan came to the King,
He had overgrown hair like a hermit,
The King asked Ivan:
'How's your health? How's your wife?'
'Look at, father, I've brought my wife,
I am keeping well, Jesus saves me,
Although I've got the diarrhea
Because of the musty swamp water!
Here is she, my wife!
Yeah, she is green,
But I have a perspective
That I won't have a damned mother-in-law!'
'Okay, Ivan, don't be sad,
Zip your fuckpole forever,
I bless you,
If you are so goon!'
 
Ivan went to his room,
Put the frog on the table,
Began to view the frog
And scratch his dick.
 
'Well, how must I fuck her?
Shit, fuck your mother,
My dear, you at least fart
So I will be able to find a hole in you!'
 
At that moment, the frog
Gave a heart-rending shout,
Somersaulted through herself,
And a lady appeared in front of him,
The frog became to a nice chick
From her head to her cunt,
She was very beautiful,
Everyone would fall in love with her.
 
Feeling a lot of pleasure,
Ivan pissed in his pocket.
Loudly releasing gas,
He immediately ran to the toilet,
Having opened his jaws like a crocodile,
He took frog's skin.
And, farting loudly,
He flushed it down the toilet.
 
Suddenly thunder struck,
So Ivan's house became shaking,
His wife disappeared,
It was a big bummer,
But, on the other side of the window,
She managed to shout
'Koschei has stolen me,
Help me out before I die'
 
Ivan was grieving for three days,
Then, having saddled a horse,
He went for a long way,
Loudly ringing with his harness...
 

Gentle ruler

What a cedar, what a moon, what a ruby and red coral
What a body, what an intellect, what a love, what an existence
 
How like the kindness of spring you are, what a master of hunt you are
What have you to do with that dalliance? What are you repeating to yourself under your breath?
 
What a sweet treat you are, what a gentle ruler you are
What a high moon you are, around whom the whole sky orbits
 
You are perfect and I am incomplete, you are pure and I am your devotee
You are the music and I am the dancer, I am the nethermost you are the uppermost
 
What a sweet treat you are, what a gentle ruler you are
What a high moon you are, around whom the whole sky orbits
 
If you insult any being's existence, you set it into motion
Such as from your love hundreds of disturbances arise
 
Lift up my spirits, and my aching and distressed heart
Turn the jail cell into a garden, for these imprisoned souls
 
What a sweet treat you are, what a gentle ruler you are
What a high moon you are, around whom the whole sky orbits
 

On the heels

Electricity
alchemy technique
reactivity
the monster has stopped
as if by magic
on the heels
oceanic
underwater energy
biblical odyssey
the die is cast
but he ran away
on the heels
 
Feel the summer burn
lunar wave
above the castle of cards
starfish
on the wake of Mars
 
False freedom
ethnic entropy
just from the equator
nightly perspectives
song of Bahia
on the heels
Samba festival
telepathy video
flowers' carnaval
collective unconscious
lucid madness
on the heels
 
Yellow expanses of sand
inside the cage
sun of fire but it rains
heaven of anger
on the heels of Jupiter
 
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amazarashi - Anomie

Versions: #2
amazarashi - Anomie アノミー
 
I don't know if things like love even exist. It's a riddle that can't be solved - I want to vomit.
 
The snow won't melt - I can't throw up.
 
In the plastic Milky Way, swimming is off limits because of all pollution.
 
Adam and Eve sleeping in a vacant brothel - that's the meaninglessness of the modern era.
 
On the outbound platform after the last train, Huck Finn sleeps next to a pile of vomit.
 
From Adam's perspective, is the fruit from the tree of knowledge more like a child from Eve's former marriage or more like a pachinko ball?
 
And in the red-light district of some city, where is Eden? It's everywhere.
 
Photos of a family that smiled in the morning made the headlines in the evening news.
 
I turned off the TV and returned to reality. And I looked down at the corpses that lay before me.
 
Even though I took a bite from the forbidden fruit, I didn't grow a sense of shame.
 
I'm the one who slayed God. But I'm also the one who will be slain by God.
 
Who's the idiot that ever sang, ''Love is such a simple thing''?
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
If that's the case, then embrace these 6.8 billion sins with your shameless love!
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
Life carries with it, like a sabre hanging from its belt, a body that rots from inaction.
 
From one side, it looks like a monster. From the other side, it looks like a saint.
 
We're forbidden from stealing things. That's so we don't have our own things stolen.
 
We're forbidden from killing people. That's so we ourselves don't get killed.
 
Even though I took a bite from the forbidden fruit, I didn't get banished.
 
I'm the one who forgave God. And I'm also the one who God forgave.
 
Who's the idiot that ever sang, ''Love is such a special thing''?
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
If that's the case, the forgive these 6.8 billion sins with your wanton love!
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
I don't place trust in God. I don't place trust in textbooks.
 
''History'' is no more than trash that won't burn. ''Morality'' is no more than toilet paper.
 
Everything's a lie. Everything's a lie. But once I said that, I had nothing left.
 
I lost my reason to love.
 
I lost my reason not to kill.
 
I'm the idiot that's been singing, ''Love is such a complicated thing''!
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
And if that's the case, was there ever a life I could have saved with this temperamental love?
 
Anomie! Anomie!
 
Save me!
 
Save me!
 

Tango in the mud

Dance the tango with my diphthong just a bit
fall down, then I will pull you up
an improvised and a little smoked tango
 
Dance the milonga with your diphthong just a bit
turn on you to make me turn
with slow and mischievous pace
maybe a little gypsy and démodé
tango we are fast here on the parquet
tango hidden from the separé
tango
 
Dance the tango with your kisses just a bit, if you want
empty the head that I do not have, just a bit
It is a fragrant tango scented of rosé
 
Dance the milonga more closely and you'll see
a dancer you've never seen before
and fortune-teller and a little Martian
maybe sometimes in a décolleté
furious tango without cliche
tango lying on the sofa
tango
 
Dance the milonga until tomorrow though
I will drag you violently
with this game, a little fandango
in the unbridled vortex of a casquet
satin and lamé tango
vicious tand a little risqué tango
tango in the mud of Rebelais
 
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amazarashi - Us Against the World ぼくら対せかい

Versions: #3
amazarashi - Us Against the World
 
A young couple and their kids, playing with fireworks in a mall parking lot.
 
The dazzling lights of a baseball atadium and a Don Quixote, like meteorites from another solar system.
 
Wages shit, pissed, and drunken way - a suburban town obsessed with anything that glitters.
 
My colleagues died out on the highway. That's one every year these last ten years.
 
We squished bugs with a value system of ''It's all over once you look for a meaning in life''.
 
As far as we're concerned, ''philosophy'' is the poetry scrawled on pub bathroom stalls.
 
Only when we've drunk too much does ''I can put up with this'' cross our minds, but the next day, drowned in sweat and invoices, the thought vanishes in the blink of an eye.
 
Sunlight shines on you through the trees, as you work at the railway switchyard, shining on the ''you'' that once changed the world.
 
At point, it was just me and you, in a tranquil place we called our world.
 
With our bodies intertwined, we nursed our youth until the bitter end.
 
Outside the school building, a sunset and mushroom clouds.
 
Blazer ribbons and the furthest ends of isolation.
 
In shirts stained with oil, we loaded up our fantasies in the back of a truck.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
You know, I get the feeling that we've left something behind, but I've already forgotten what it was.
 
Maybe we're actually the ones who have been left behind.
 
Always impatient, as though she were on some kind of errand, the name of the girl who hurried past us was surely ''time''.
 
I can't even see her back in the horizon anymore. I can't even remember her smile.
 
Our wounds have left us. The sun has set on our scars.
 
Though our old wounds ache, they've been drowned out by the sounds of alarm clocks.
 
At one point, there was an endless wilderness before us.
 
It took courage whether we kept going or not.
 
To all my fallen friends: I will never leave you behind.
 
Our sensitivity drove us to stage an armed uprising.
 
From our disadvantageous position, we seized victory.
 
That former glory is all wrapped up, but it's missing an address.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
We believed that the world would change. We believed we'd be the ones to change it.
 
Even though we've gone our separate ways, I've got no doubt that those feelings haven't changed.
 
Treachery, deceit, baseless accusations, brown-nosing, excuses, verbal promises, manga cafes, crowded trains, transparent flattery, apologies, embarassment and disparagement, friends in whom we can confide our true feelings, former brothers-in-arms, funny stories that never once made us smile, music, sons and daughters, political power, right and left, our past, present, and stories of our future - a moment of relief on the weekend, caressed by a mild breeze in the park.
 
In our joined hands, there is enough warmth to make up for time gone by.
 
The sequel of the world we saved that day, the after of the world we knocked down that day, even though we suffer, we've lived through it so earnestly.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 
The past, the future - us against the world.
 

Eyes-Killers

Versions: #2
Pulse, my pulse can't handle you coming nearer --
I close my eyes, prolonging the moment.
And warmth fills my body...
I am a step closer to breathing you.
 
My heart melted, and the faces disappear,
Face to face with your eyes -- killers.
My breath getting shallower, the fatigue in my body,
And I will never, never fall asleep.
 
Standing weightless, I close my eyes, --
In your atmosphere I dissolve.
I will wrap your body with caressing wind,
But on you I will never, never lay a hand.
 
If only I had five minutes of your warmth, --
Burn to the ground with the touch of your fingers,
Leaving only flame and ashes,
Burning you with myself.
 
Down your skin trails his hand...
Imperceptibly, quietly, barely breathing.
You open your heavy eyelids,
Leaving your gaze.
 
My heart melted, and the faces disappear,
Face to face with your eyes -- killers.
My breath getting shallower, the fatigue in my body,
And I will never, never fall asleep.
 
Standing weightless, I close my eyes, --
In your atmosphere I dissolve.
I will wrap your body with caressing wind,
But on you I will never, never lay a hand.
 
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amazarashi - Digging Holes 穴を掘っている

Versions: #3
amazarashi - Digging Holes 穴を掘っている
 
I'm digging holes - where did my life go wrong?
 
I'm digging holes - jamming my spade into self-abandonment.
 
Deep in the woods, the wind is howling, the night-hawks are cawing, watched from above by the eye of the full moon at ane o'clock at night.
 
I'm digging holes - that bastard finally dropped the ball.
 
I'm digging holes - this one's a pitfall for all the rejects.
 
Even if I wipe away my sweat, I can't go as far as to wipe away my regrets.
 
My bad luck alone clings to my chest like a medal.
 
In the open maw of the darkness, illusions from my youth dimly flicker, of hoe my old man would always tell me, ''Even bad guys get to go to heaven''.
 
Then I guess that makes God a bad guy too. Even as a kid I could figure that out.
 
Even if I cried, and pleaded, and prayed, being born in a world like this is proof enough.
 
But maybe that's just the way life is: If you're going to give up, the earlier the better.
 
And I gave up on myself. The moment I was born, I just gave up.
 
I'm digging holes - for the guys I used to call friends.
 
I'm digging holes - for the friends that no longer walk among us.
 
In the light of my lantern, my shadow almost looks like a demon.
 
These sorts of last moments are nothing special in this city's streets.
 
If I could have just somehow gotten over this hump, I should have been able to get through the rest of life pretty smoothly.
 
It's like my old man used to say: ''Hope always brings despair along for the ride''
 
Then I guess God's a bad guy too. Just let us have our hope and nothing else!
 
Even if we cry, and plead, and pray, he always lets us fall in the end.
 
But maybe that's just the way life is: If you're going to give up, the earlier the better.
 
And I gave up on myself. The moment I was born, I just gave up.
 
I'm digging holes - with a gun pointed at my back.
 
I'm digging holes - I'm digging the hole that I myself will lay in.
 
I can only laugh at how worthless my whole life ended up being.
 
But it pisses me off. Why does it always have to be me?
 
With enough momentum to tear this life to shreds, I'm digging holes. I'm digging holes.
 
I'm digging holes. I'm digging holes.
 
In the end, I'll be a bad guy too. I decided that way back when I was a kid.
 
Even if we cried, and pleaded, and prayed, we can't choose the place we were born.
 
But maybe that's just the way life is: If you're going to give up, the earlier the better.
 
'Cause if you don't do that, you'll end up looking like a fool.
 
And at that point, you'll become a person who doens't know when to quit.
 
You'll end up a person who doesn't know when to quit.
 

amazarashi - Rita リタ

Versions: #3
amazarashi - Rita リタ
 
If you're gonna leave, that's fine, 'cause I'll just return all the things you gave me.
 
The wristwatch, the CDs, the train fare: everything. Except for you kindness, that is.
 
Walking alone at night along the train tracks, but there are two shadowns in the lamplight.
 
It's your ghost. And I'm glad that you're really here with me.
 
But the lamps cut out, and I'm left alone.
 
I thought things wouldn't change, but there was no way that could be true.
 
But you made me believe that.
 
You're just like a con-artist or a magician, aren't you, Rita?
 
I don't cry over people who haven't left. I don't cry over things that aren't broken.
 
''I'm fine on my own.'' I can say that, if I lie. Since it's just words, I can say it.
 
In my apartment, there's nothing but a silent refrigerator and laughter from the TV.
 
It'd be nice if I could see feelings with my own eyes.
 
Actually no, I don't want that. They're too harsh.
 
You want to live for other people, and I want to live for myself.
 
And when two gears don't line up, they turn with a grating noise.
 
It was like that - our laughter.
 
Choosing one thing means getting rid of something else.
 
That's fine.
 
I'll just go quietly into the trash bin and see you off, right Rita?
 
You don't cry for yourself. Even when it hurts, you don't cry.
 
But then why you cry? Why did you cry before I did?
 
Only paying attention to myself, absolutely never paying attention to others - when I don't choose my words carefully, it's inevitable that I'll hurt someone.
 
Only paying attention to the past, absolutely never paying attention to the present - when I look backwards as I walk, it's inevitable that I'll trip over.
 
I don't cry over people who are atill here. And since I plan on understanding that, I'm not going to live for myself anymore. I want to try to smile for someone else.
 
The same way you do.
 
I don't cry over the past I've forgotten.
 
I don't cry over time that hasn't passed.
 
I laughed with you. The seasons ended. And time went on. That's all.
 

I am not in love, I can love

Now I can tell you to go
I can suffice myself
Even I withstand you
I can be me who is new
I can find other loves
I can ignore you
Even if i was mistaken
I may be glad for this
 
I am not in love, but I can
I can love, i can
I can fall in love 50 percent possibility
I can fall in love, i can
 
I can do just spite for you
All the moment from now on i can love
I can believe, i can believe
To somebody else
I can be out of my mind
I can, i can
I can be abound reproducing
I can dive to a revel
I can perish ever
I can love crazily
 
All the days of me is another Laila*
I may be so upset
Doesn’t this heart belong to me?
I can throw it away to the roads
I can love like this
I can be left meaningless
If I became you converting
I would always disacourd to you
 

I have always searched for the beauty in my destiny

have always searched for the beauty in my destiny
I have always searched for the beauty in my destiny
The musical instrument in me is different, the words are different
The musical instrument in me is different, the words are different
 
When my wish comes to life in my dreams
When my wish comes to life in my dreams
The picture on the wall* is different, you are different
The picture on the wall is different, you are different
 
I have fixed a marquee on the heaven, I have sat
I have fixed a marquee on the heaven, I have sat
The life on earth is different, the soul is different
The life on earth is different, the soul is different
 
Anymore I’m tired of this love, too
Anymore I’m tired of this love, too
The summer rain and winter rain are completely different
The summer rain and winter rain are completely different
 

Souvenir

And the dead leaves in the wind
Between the blades of the Moulin Rouge
Always wander over time
Like the chanteuses in Pigalle
 
I will sing a love song
A vaguely retro atmosphere
Although with an upturned nose
Comedian or extravagant I will be
Tragicomic acrobat
Poised on the city
Love song
A moment of time
A corner in time
Love song
Stray sentiment
A violent shiver
 
I will sing once more
To the moon that has always spied on me
Rhapsody that is tinged with blue
On the smile a subtle irony
An incredulous lyric
Easy song
 
Love song
It awakens inside
The desire for a moment
Love song
Stray sentiment
A violent shiver
Love song
A moment of time
A corner in time
A souvenir
A souvenir
 
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What harm

What harm
What harm
to grit your teeth
for once
even if I know
that of my heart
don't you really care ?
 
I would like to steal some true love from you
all for me
and if there is a whole world between you and me,
what's wrong?
 
You,
for fun, but you've been a bit mine too
And with you
it is worth trying to have an affair.
 
What harm
to believe I am a friend
just for one evening,
to pretend but (pretend but)
even so
to give you all of me
and do not understand anymore
between false and true
what difference is there?
 
You,
a game that can be crazy,
And with you
the affair seems to me even more beautiful and strange.
 
You,
for fun, but you've been a bit mine too
And with you
it was worth to trying it
an affair
and afterwards you will never have nostalgia for me ...
 
You...
 
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amazarashi - Haruki on the Road ハルキオンザロード

Versions: #2
Our parting was decided from the start.
 
I almost want to carve those few years we spent onto a tombstone.
 
The both of us, huddled together in a pick-up trailer, the sounds of insects seeping into our nights sweats, like a vacuum-sealed freeze-frame of summer.
 
But since Haruki was really bad at living life, just like a children's game of catch, it all went in an absolutely clumsy trajectory.
 
Yeah, yeah. And her body whice shen tossed aside came crashing down on a certain summer's night.
 
She lived life with a face that always said, ''This is home''.
 
A trackless path. An unworn path.
 
She didn't pursue any course, but she sketched one out instead.
 
But the world is still too big to confirmed to an empty notebook.
 
She got on board the train called ''living'', she drove right by the passing silhouette of time.
 
And the one she was sharing a seat with was sadness.
 
But she only realized that after the fact.
 
We scattered the nights away, we scattered the summer away, and a new dawn shines so unapologetically upon them.
 
At the afterparty of a live show, caught in a fight with angry drunks, we ran away as fast as we could, and we took a piss on their van.
 
Beautiful memories are always at night: the glowing billboards an the moonlight, and just the two of us, like etchings carved in stone.
 
If we could fly just by imagining, it wouldn't be the ends of space, but inside of me, where we would dig up the sceneries we want to see again.
 
We'd be digging them up like we were grave robbers.
 
And it would get us dirtier than you could dream of, like splattears of paint on work clothes.
 
But I guess romaticists are always caked in mud.
 
If we piled those vistas up, then the amount we'd pile up would be so heavy that we probably couldn't even move them.
 
Everything in the world is junk.
 
It's flashy junk, and nothing else.
 
Stupidly loud music, careless intoxication - the real truth in the world is those moments where the music pauses.
 
The girl I loved was like a drop of water in a desert, but in time she too sizzled and dried up.
 
We scattered the nights away, we scattered the summer away, and a new dawn shines so unapologetically upon them.
 
Those nights when we laughed wildly are still ringing in my ears, and now, on sleepless nights, they cut into me like a knife.
 
A river stretches out between us: a river by the name of ''time''.
 
What we called ''youth'' is just a dried-out husk: I changed the same way you did.
 
Our parting was decided from the start.
 
And just like the brightest star in the sky, we burnt out just as fast.
 
Haruki, from my point of view, you're tumor: an incurable impetus to venture into the unknown.
 
Like insects, drawn toward the brightest light they see, where are we supposed to go when we're in broad daylight?
 
The times change, other people change, and even now, then dawn shines so unapologetically.
 

Stars of August are falling down

The stars of August are falling down,
The generous earth gave her fruits.
The garden, illuminated by the light, doesn’t sleep:
It is covering the whole yard with its pears.
The old pear-tree, because you are old (how could it be?)
You were about to be cut down,
But you have given such generous harvest,
And have thrown your pears into the house.
But you have given such generous harvest,
And have thrown your pears into the house.
 
Such sweet and fragrant pears
That taste like honey to me.
But why does my soul ache,
And tears drop because of the pears?
They are so sweet and fragrant,
And taste like honey to me.
But why does my soul ache,
And tears drop because of the pears?
But why does my soul ache,
And tears drop because of the pears?
 

I have sealed you in my heart

I fall madly in love with you
Alike a convict
Shuteye is illicit
Alike a poison
Longing crazily
From past eternity until now
There is a fact
Nobody knows
It doesn’t happen in me
It doesn’t quake
Nothing makes me
Shake like this
Merely as you
 
I have sealed you in my heart
Bullets don’t work on my liver
I have shackled you into my heart
There are no keys in the seas
Evil says one must repent
One must die for your way hundred of times, thousand of times
Even if you torture in the hell
One must love merely you
 
Your eyes are rough
Alike treacheries
Your hands are cold
Alike midwinter
Your heart has frozen
Alike the last breath
Even if it is cold
There is a fact
Nobody knows
It doesn’t happen in me
It doesn’t quake
Nothing makes me
Shake like this
Merely as you.
 

I quit loving you

Versions: #2
I quit loving you, loving you don't love me
And go away with your heart, with your heart and let me live
I quit loving you, loving you don't love me
And go away with your heart, with your heart and let me live
And don't circumventing me (begging me) and don't preoccupying me. X2
After what you said and what you did. X2
I quit loving you, loving you don't love me. X2
And go away with your heart, with your heart and let me live
You were unfair to my heart and you say you're innocent
And you leave me alone in the middle of the road
You were unfair to my heart and you say you're innocent
And you leave me alone in the middle of the road
You want both your life and your memories. X2
So that you wouldn't lose anything
You were unfair to my heart and you say you're innocent
And you leave me alone in the middle of the road
You were unfair to my heart and you say you're innocent
And you leave me alone in the middle of the road
You want both your life and your memories. X2
So that you wouldn't lose anything
And don't circumventing me (begging me) and don't preoccupying me. X2
After what you said and what you did. X2
I quit loving you, loving you don't love me. X2
And go away with your heart, with your heart and let me live
I don't know why you loved me
or whether you loved me in the first place or what?
I don't know why you loved me
or whether you loved me in the first place or what?
Or do you think that you are all-mighty? X2
And that my heart is yours to judge
I don't know why you loved me
or whether you loved me in the first place or what?
I don't know why you loved me
or whether you loved me in the first place or what?
Or do you think that you are all-mighty? X2
And that my heart is yours to judge
And don't circumventing me (begging me) and don't preoccupying me. X2
After what you said and what you did. X2
I quit loving you, loving you don't love me. X2
And go away with your heart, with your heart and let me live
I quit loving you, loving you don't love me
And go away with your heart, with your heart and let me live
And don't circumventing me (begging me) and don't preoccupying me. X2
After what you said and what you did. X2
I quit loving you, loving you don't love me. X2
And go away with your heart, with your heart and let me live
And let me live
 

Wedding

The night slowly goes by, it seems, it is walking by.
Dawn, the day is dawning.
The party‘s ending, the party’s ending,
The chandeliers are growing dim, the chandeliers are growing dim,
Fresh dew is on the grass and right there, right there,
Right there are cakes, right there are glasses of champagne.
 
I realize I’m still in love with you
And this is just why this is not our wedding.
I realize I’m still in love with you
And this is just why this is not our wedding.
 
The night slowly goes by.
The day is dawning.
The party’s ending, the chandeliers are growing dim, the chandeliers are growing dim.
The rain has stopped, fresh dew is on the grass and right there,
Right there, right there are cakes, right there are glasses of champagne.
 
I realize I’m still in love with you
And this is just why this is not our wedding.
I realize I’m still in love with you
And this is just why this is not our wedding.
 

Dedicated to you

I looked at life
But without ever seeing it
I looked at you for a moment
And I saw how you are
How you will be, how, how you will be.
 
Dedicated to you
What I would not do for you
When closed in silence
Ideas are confused
You are the time that
Dedicated to you, go away
You are the desire for a love
That I have never lived
You are here always present
Today more than yesterday in my mind
 
Now you are in my thoughts
Among the colors that do not go away
A mirror as big as the sky
Between the moon and my life
And I would like you as I would like you.
The times I cried
I swear I would stop you in time
 
Dedicated to you
The impossible is not there
How many times have I tried
Who knows how many times you
How many times we
We lose ourselves but then
Every journey into the wind
Sooner or later it will stop
You are here always present
Today more than yesterday in my mind
 
I would love you, you do not know how much I would like
Even more even more
But more than that, what's there
But if I do, I want to dedicate it to you
 
Dedicated to you...
Dedicated to you...
Every journey into the wind
Sooner or later it will stop
You are here always present
Today more than yesterday in my mind
 
I would love you, you do not know how much I would like
Even more still even more but more than that there is
but if it's me I want to dedicate it to you.
 
Dedicated to you...
Dedicated to you...
Every journey into the wind will sooner or later stop
You are here always present today more than yesterday in my mind I would love you do not know how much I would like.
 

Under the Banners of the Horned Prince

Where there was sunrise now is sunset.
Where there was the sun now is night.
In my crystal gaze Hell has taken over,
And my heart no longer beats through the dim fog.
A flame of streaming blood surrounds the dream I see through my wounds.
Amid the fog are the remains of Earth, around them is...
The fall from a cliff into the abyss of a botomless chasm.
I see Hell: the lord of old leads me there silently
Through the fragility of decrepit greyness.
Fate has tied my hands with a bloody thread,
And obediently plunged a dagger into my stomach.
The goddess of night subjects day to suffering,
And a star, while falling, may still be alive.
My blood is full of the venom of swamp vipers,
And my head throbs with the ring of anvils.
Hell is preparing the swords of war.
The Heavenly Throne will become a grave.
The Horned Prince, clad in his steel armor,
Has thrust his sword into the wingéd 'warrior' of Heaven.
I am in the ranks of Hell, I am Azazel, I am Belial, I am Cthulhu.
I am the demons, I am Set, I am the Lord, I am a warrior of Evil.
Lucifer has opened my eyes to this world, mired in vanity.
A terrible thunderstorm will strike through it
With a bloody lightning bolt, arriving from the heights.
 
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Whit Sunday morn

Morning canon, on a Whit Sunday morn,
In the birch grove white chime is on.
 
From festive sleep the village stretching,
In the bell toll wind intoxicating spring.
 
In the carved windows ribbons and shrubs.
To cry on the flowers I will go to mass.
 
Sing in the thicket, birds, and I'll sing with you,
Together we will bury my fleeting youth
 
Morning canon, on a Whit Sunday morn,
In the birch grove white chime is on.
 

They both dance

Girl, leave it like this, the heart says
Alone with her, and in my mirror
What's yours is put aside, not in front of you
Shut up, there's no point, please don't insist
 
He wasn't yours and he will never be
He kisses another girl in front of you now
She isn't prettier, she isn't smarter
Go, heart, go, because
 
They both dance, here in front of me
Oh god, how many things I would ask them, if I could
To just know that she's taking care of him
They both dance, here in front of me
Oh god, how many things I would ask them, if I could
If he loved me, he loves her just the same
 
Girl, stop, I beg you to stop drinking
Your heart will get drunk soon
With love and longing for him and longing for the both of you
How he always kissed you with soft lips
 
Soft lips, marks on your skin
Even the stars screamed when he touched you
Now there are deep marks in your heart
He told you that he had never loved like this before
 
They both dance, here in front of me
Oh god, how many things I would ask them, if I could
To just know that she's taking care of him
They both dance, here in front of me
Oh god, how many things I would ask them, if I could
If he loved me, he loves her just the same
 
Tell me
If this is how it is
How was it with me when you still loved me
 
He said
That my girlfriend
Could never steal his heart
 
He said
That my girlfriend
Could never . . .
 
They both dance, here in front of me
Oh god, how many things I would ask them, if I could
To just know that she's taking care of him
They both dance, here in front of me
Oh god, how many things I would ask them, if I could
If he loved me, he loves her just the same
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Starling

Starling will come by flapping his wings,
Sticking the pearls under the wings.
Dear, we grew up together,
Why have I lost you.
 
Starling,
You're flying hard.
You're chirping, poor thing,
And can't land
 
On the other side of the Irtysh River there is a deep canyon,
Where the bay yearling drags his silk lasso.
Crouching down on a branch,
Starling that is singing at dawn.
 
Starling,
You're flying hard.
You're chirping, poor thing,
And can't land
 

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The moon is beautiful

I talk some words to you, and you answer me with some words
It is suery words that has shortened the distance between you and me
Just what I thought while I lay on the ground and look up to the stary sky
is the words I'm going to talk
 
We are always straying as dust in the universe
Since we all are tied to the ground,
it's our instinct that we try to protest the gravity
 
Why do tears drops to the ground? It's because they have certain weight
The joy and agony for our lives are like satelites for planets
I wanted to grasp only joy. But since I got too close, I crashed to the ground
I felt it was messed, and cried. By the way, the moon is beautiful today
 
I measure time with words. I throw away the past which is 1000 words away
He is 10000 words far from me, so I went for a drink with him to get closer
As a result, I walked with an unsteady gait heading for my home. I had no idea whether I was going north or south
I surrendered and laid on the road. If I was supposed to go to the sky, I could go without losing myseld
 
Do not criticize others in order to save your pride
Sew up as soon as it gets some rents in it
It looks ragged, with many patching. But it's what beliefs are usually like
 
Since we can't fly, I could see the scenary. Trivial beauties are suitable for us
The joy and agony for our lives are like satelites for planets
I wanted to keep away from onry sorrow. But since I got too far, I was released
It was so dark that I couldn't help crying. By the way, the moon is beautiful today
 
How many words do I have to spend to reach that planet?
It's natural that I get stubborn, because it's my life
I pile up so many, and they collapse. The higher it gets, the less stable yourmy foothold gets
Resist. Resist. Resist the gravity.
I'm not interested in suceeding anything with that
I'm just going against. I'm just going against.
 
The blank of losing and lacking. I chose something to fill it.
The joy and agony for our lives are like satelites for planets
The words for us, tied by the gravity, to reach that star
We lie on the road. By the way, the moon is beautiful today
 

Look for me again ( unpublished in Italy )

Eyes made up
eyes into blue eyes
eyelashes of a vague black smoke
imperturbable
magical moments in itself
 
You will dance, an ephemeral angel
oasis of sensuality
free figure
idol without crown
 
Chorus: You look for me again
scent of the East
you always present ...
When the aurora comes
burning love, you
look for me again ....
 
Clear sky, alien clouds
white on black ...
so of us
silver wrinkles ...
extraterrestrial
 
Love still
the heart now rests
please
tell me something!
 
Chorus
You look for me again x 2
 
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Beyond the Kuban/ Oh Haystacks, Haystacks

Beyond the Kuban:
 
Beyond the Kuban, the fires burn,
But the smoke is in Kazanskaya
Our cossacks set off
Their banners are barely seen
 
They are riding, all weeping
They keep glancing back
Our wives remain,
Wives so young
 
Our wives remain behind,
Wives so new
Our wives so tender,
With little ones
 
Neigh, neigh, neigh my dear horse,
Telling me in a little voice
So that my mother could hear,
While sitting by the house
 
Beyond the Kuban, the fires burn,
But the smoke is in Kazanskaya
Our cossacks set off
Their banners are barely seen,
 
Our cossacks set off
Their banners are barely seen, Ai!
 
Oh Haystacks, Haystacks:
 
Oh haystacks, haystacks, upon a wide meadow.
You can't be counted, can't be seen with the eyes.
 
Oh haystacks, haystacks, on a green marsh
Standing on watch, what are you safekeeping?
 
'Good man, we once were flowers.
We were slashed with sharp scythes.
 
They scattered us in the middle of a meadow.
They separated us far apart from one another
 
There is no defense for us from virulent guests.
In our eyes, there are black crows.
 
In our eyes, eclipsing the stars
Jackdaws flock to weave slipshod nests
 
Oh eagle, eagle our distant father
Come down to us, fearsome and bright-eyed one.
 
Oh eagle, eagle, hear our lamentations.
Do not let the crows disgrace our lot
 
Punish their arrogance straight away.
Strike them from the heavens so that their feathers fly.
 
So that they are strewn about, so that upon the wide steppe
The wind disperses them far, far away.'
 

Cherry Blossoms

Versions: #2
At that time, we were always looking vacantly up the sky on the roof of an office building
We slipped out from the workplace together, covered with sweat and dust, and taiked about fantasy stories.
We heardthe rattle of Chuo-line train over an elevated bridge, like a toy
 
Hey, We were so subborn, but after all, did we really make right choices?
We believed we weren't weong at all, and we would make it someday
We often bite our lips hard, and suffer at night
However, our wordless scream in that darkness, like a wailing, was
stamped on Senkawa street, like the corpse of a crow. the pain, the pain
 
Are you kidding? Never make it end here. Don't call our jouney such an ordinary word, like 'youth', and see it past!
I'll never forget the tears of vexitation gushed from our eyes, when we heard the sound of footsteps leaving us
While we pick up abandoned fliers, we realized spring had come
We smiled grimly, watchng the falling
 
cherry blossoms
 
I used to hate the big tree in front of the windows, since it blocks the sunlight from my loom
Untill the spring came and the tree's flowers bloomed, I hated the tree
This episode now seems like a trivial thing, but I still regret a little
Maybe it was relly meaningless story. Sorry.
 
I've been thinking why I feel so sad whenever I see the sunset around the rotary in front of the station
It's sad because it's an end? or becauseit's a beginning? The street rights start to go on gradually
That is to say, an end is equal to a beggining. If that's the case, these tears are unneccesary. so get lost at once!
My chest hurt, hurt
 
The spring wind strayed into the room where I'm living alone. The curtain we chose together is swinging.
Why didn't you carry out this void feeling from me when you carried out your baggage from this room?
I tried to behave as if nothing had happened. On the washed clothes you dried in the sun at the last day,
I found sticked
 
Cherry blossoms
 
The persons we part with and the persons we met anew. Basically, a story have a begging and an end.
If that's the case, The sorrows I experienced in my story are the rules I have to obey when I live my life
While I pick up the tears I had abandoned, I realized the spring had come
I keep on singing, singing, singing,
 
Oh cherry blossoms, cherry brossoms, It has not
Cherry brossoms bloom, faded yet
Oh cherry blossoms, cherry brossoms, our stories
where cherry brossoms bloom someday
 

amazarashi - Beginning at the End 終わりで始まり

Versions: #2
The night sky that I always looked up at on my way back home, somehow it seems different from back then.
 
Ah, that's right. I got a little too accustomed to normality.
 
No, that's not it either.
 
It's that, even now, every day doens't make me smile that much.
 
Even my friends from back in the day stopped goofing around.
 
Yep, that's right. They oughta be respectable fathers by now.
 
And in my room, making a face as if I were dying, I'm finally able to sing a song like this.
 
Thanks to my friends, I'm still standing.
 
Thanks to my family, I can walk.
 
And thanks to you, I'm still living.
 
I don't really want to say thanks, but hey, one day, when we all go our separety ways, even at that time, I want to be smilling.
 
''Even the bluest days of our past turned out right in the end'' - I want to be smilling, so that I can say that proudly.
 
And just like that, even our dreams that didn't come true at some point become no more than scenery that passes us by.
 
In the end, with these hands still empty, we're waving a big good-bye to each other.
 
And in these eyes, which could't even come up eith something to say, I'm holding back the tears as we give our goodbyes.
 
Don't get so down! This is just the starting line!
 
Our new beginning at the end.
 
This world isn't really that beautiful, but hey, there's no need for us to hurry through it so fast, is there?
 
The world often betrays our expectations, but sometimes we can find happiness that we weren't even expecting.
 
So I'm going to muscle through all the times I've been betrayed, since those betrayals are proof that I tried to believe i something.
 
And I've lost every ounce of what I didn't trust.
 
I don't really want to say that I've been hurt, so, from now on, no matter what happens, I want us to live rushing forward, without ever looking back.
 
''The yesterday we stumbled over were just the lead-up'' - I want to live rushing forward, so that I can say that proudly.
 
And by doing just that, even our now-tragic memories will become the funny stories we recount to others.
 
And at that time, with my knees finally giving out, I'll rush right out of this darkness.
 
And at that time, I'll be clenching sand in my palms, because I wanted to hold on to something real.
 
You get it, don't you? This is just the starting line!
 
Our new beginning at the end.
 
The days pass us by, the years pass us by, the people who matter most pass us by.
 
''I have to hurry! I have to hurry!''
 
But I got a little flustered, and I stumbied over, ''I can't move at all!'' - even as I was sprawled out on the ground, time passed by.
 
So I thought, and thought, and finally reassured myself.
 
I stood back up, and I broke out running, and right then, the sky that I always looked up at seemed different from back then.
 
And that's because I'm living in the future of those days.
 
I don't want to have everything be for nothing!
 
None of it was a mistake!
 
And the person supporting me right now, is the ''me'' that was so disheartened those days.
 
''Thank you'' and ''I love you'' - I don't really get what they mean, but I wanted to be singing them.
 
''You were right for having believed in me back then'' - I want to be singing so that I can say that proudly.
 
So this is all I want to say: what keeps pushing me forward is that face of yours, smilling for me.
 
With this arm that I kept reaching out back then, I'm strumming hard on this guitar.
 
And with the mouth that could't say anything back then, I'm screaming out this shitty song.
 
Every time, this is just the starting line!
 
Our new beginning at the end.
 
A beginning at the end.
 

amazarashi - Flowers Will Bloom Atop Someone's Corpse 花は誰かの死体に咲く

Versions: #2
The roadside trees are seeped in scarlet and feigned ignorance, while I stand beneath a frigid sky with a feeling of betrayal.
 
The world is full of awful news, but if I plug my ears, I won't be able to hear the departure bell. Lord mercy on me.
 
A mother stands stupefied on the desolate Asahi street, as bomber planes fly over the peaceful coastal waters.
 
Life and fantasy are but a mere shadow of popular culture and escapism.
 
It's been about seven million years since the dawn of humanity. And if the corpses of all those who have died to this ay are buried in the ground, then the whole world, even the town where you live, is all somebody's grave.
 
And though that might sound pretty morbid, I take solace in that fact.
 
Even these high-rise buildings and apartments are like tombstones.
 
Can you take apart my melancholy, misery, and memories?
 
Though they might not be beautiful, tiny flowers have bloomed.
 
They legitimize your pathetic existence: living without a choice, not even given a name.
 
Discarded, rotten garbage. Those who died with their regrets unresolved.
 
Even dreams of strangers which could never come true.
 
They'll all return to the earth, leaving nothing behind, and flowers will bloom atop someone's corpse.
 
The city tries to keep the night away, so beneath the starry sky, we've made so much commotion that it's sparked a wildfire: Glittering skylines. Illuminated billboards.
 
At long last, the city has triumphed over lonesomeness.
 
And yet, compared to wandering alone through the countryside at night, why the hell does this thriving city feel so lonely?
 
It must be the way I compare myself to others. All my happiness has been relative.
 
Though they might not be beautifu, when my worn-down friends smile, it legitimizes all my failures: there's neither shame nor honor on a path I didn't choose.
 
The person you once held so tight. The scorn in the headwinds.
 
Even your victories, which were never once appreciated.
 
They'll all return to the earth, leaving nothing behind, and flowers will bloom atop someone's corpse.
 
Even if makind started anew on our former battlefields, even if we brought flowers to the sites of disastrous tragedies, even if trees continue to take root in the tows we've abandoned, even if insects should swarm on the offrings to our forefathers, we're living in vain. Just go ahead and laugh!
 
Farewells are over in an instant. Just go ahead and sing!
 
At dusk, when we hold onto our withering lives and weep, offer a eulogy to life upon this trodden earth.
 
Though it might not be beautiful, if life still smiles upon us today, it will legitimize the hubris of mankind: Live as though we could escape this fate!
 
The days when were able to smile together.
 
The suffering on days when we faced loss.
 
Even our lives, which seem like they could be snuffed out without warning.
 
They'll all return to the earth, leaving nothing behind, and flowers will bloom atop someone's corpse.
 

amazarashi - A Feeling of Life 生活感

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amazarashi - A Feeling of Life 生活感
 
The reflected light of the highway flares in the blue sky.
 
A mirage of the Milky Way, the Northern Star feels alive.
 
More fuel in the heater. A night of deep snow.
 
The smoke rises up endlessly. The whooping cough starts to act up.
 
In the forest at the hase of a precipitous mountain, a moonlit night that only comes once every thousands of years.
 
An invoice that elicits a sigh.
 
The girl sleeps soundly, cloaked in stillness.
 
On a wallpaper depicting a dense forest, a centipede makes its way across the world.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
To this song of joy, this ode.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
Persistent stains cling to my song.
 
To this song of joy, this ode.