A keresés eredménye oldal 14

A tale heard in the transportation depot

So I was on my way to delivering some gravel
in my old wreck of a
and I drove slowly, chatting with a chick
to which I gave a ride, just for the company.
I talked to her tenderly, like to a princess,
yet she must have weighted about 20 stones1.
Had she been working as a stewardess
the plane would never have lifted off the ground.
 
I said 'Bonjour madame merci l'amour toujours2 or something,
I would be delighted to know your name.'
And she said: 'Pardon me, my name is Nyurka3,
and what about yours? How should I call you?'
I told her I was Grisha4, also unmarried,
a lone traveller since young age,
and I added that I was pretty well-off,
with a plump wallet in my pocket5 for more than 30 years.
 
After a dozen kilometers or so,
I quietly stopped the GAZ-51 and told her
I had busted the [beep]ing shaft and we were up [beep] creek.
Then I quietly drove in neutral toward the forest.
She said: 'You're taking the piss, I bet the shaft is fine.
You just have something on your mind, but that's ok, I'm game'
And of course everyone around here knows I'm an adept [beep]er,
and I thought 'great, now she's all mine'.
 
I climbed onto her, but the cabin is pretty small, you see,
and her navel squeezed me right against the roof.
Out of breath, I said 'My dear Nyurka,
let's get out of here, I can't stand it any longer!'
We went to a forest patch, that was easy to find,
and she immediately forgot all about her, hmm, modesty.
I [beep]ed her blind6 and gave her six [beep]ing helpings!
 
She said: 'Exhausted already, you scoundrel?
Now I'll climb on top of you and squash you on the spot.
Come on, get a move on, why did you stop?
Faster, come on, shake it until I [beep]!'
I can endure quite a lot, but still I'm not her pig,
and I have an (appointment?) at half past five.
And then I said to myself: 'come on, driver Egorov,
give her a good [beep]ing and let her run away home.
I lifted her with difficulty and gave her (hell).
'Get lost, you [beep]' I shouted as she ran.
'Well, you wanted a good [beep],
but how many times is it possible? I went to 7 already.'
I walked back and happily sat in my cool truck
I reversed along the track and was back to the long road in no time,
and I laughed about the whole [beep]ing story as I drove,
thinking to myself those chicks were nothing but [beep].
 
Now listen further:
 
After delivering the gravel, I immediately went to the pub,
to get myself a good beer after a long ride.
But when I put my hand in my pocket, I immediately realized
my plump wallet was gone!
 
I am the GAZ driver!
 
- Come on Petrovich7, finish your story. Pour him another drink!
 
I am the GAZ driver!
 
- Petrovich is pissed! Pour him another!
- Another glass for Petrovich!
- Bring 'em up!
 
Now I will give an advice to all at the end of my story:
In order not to loose your wallet ever,
don't fool around with chicks nor stray into the forest,
and your wallet shall always stay with you!
 

• 1. 7 puds, which puts the girl's weight around 115 kg or 18 stones (rounded up for luck, making the poor girl about 10% heavier)
• 2. 'Hello miss thanks love always' in (broken) French
• 3. A diminutive of 'Anna'
• 4. A diminutive of 'Grigory'
• 5. 'my pocket had not been empty'
• 6. '(so hard) that my eyes went blurry'
• 7. His father's name, I guess. The full name must be Grigory Petrovich Egorov

Eucharius, you walked a joyous road

Versions: #2
1a. Eucharius,
you walked a joyous road
when you stayed with the son of God,
touching him
and seeing the miracles that he wrought.
 
1b. You loved him perfectly
whilst your comrades were terrified:
for they were only human,
they had no power
to gaze perfectly on what is good.
 
2a. But you embraced him
in the ardent love of total charity,
when you gathered to yourself
the sheaves of his commands.
 
2b. Eucharius,
you were truly blissful
when the word of God
imbued you with the fire of the dove,
at which you were irradiated like a dawn
and thus built the foundation for Ecclesia.
 
3a. And in your heart sparkles the day
on which three tabernacles
stand high over a marble pillar
in the city of God.
 
3b. With your lips Ecclesia savors
old wine and new,
that is, the cup of holiness.
 
4a. In your teaching, what is more,
Ecclesia was made rational,
so that she called out on the mountains
and the hills and forests stooped
to suckle at her breasts.
 
4b. Now, with your radiant voice,
pray to the Son of God for this flock,
lest it fail in the divine rites:
rather let it become a living holocaust
before God’s altar.
 

Jerusalem, city of gold

Jerusalem, city of gold,
graced with royal purple,
building of utmost bounty,
you never-darkened light,
you are made beautiful
in the dawn, and in the sunlight’s blaze.
 
You blessed childhood,
sparkling in the dawn,
and you, admirable time of youth,
burning in sunlight.
 
In these, noble Rupert,
you gleamed like a gem,
so you cannot be obscured
by foolish men:
the valley cannot hide the mountain.
 
Jerusalem, your windows
are framed wondrously
with topaz and sapphire.
 
As your brightness, Rupert, gleams in them,
you cannot be obscured
by the apathy of men’s ways:
the valley cannot hide the mountain –
crowned with roses, lilies and purple,
in a true vision.
 
Tender flower of the field,
and sweet green of the apple,
fruit with no bitter core,
enticing no hearts into crimes!
 
Noble urn
that remains untarnished,
not drunk to the dregs
in the dance in the ancient cave,
nor destroyed
in the attacks of the ancient ravager –
the Holy Spirit makes music over you,
for you belong to the dances of angels,
since in the Son of God you are made beautiful,
having no flaw.
 
What a glorious urn you are,
Rupert,
you who in your childhood
and youth
thirsted for God, in fear of God,
in the embrace of love,
and in the softest fragrance of holy works!
 
Jerusalem,
your foundations are set
with fiery stones,
that is, with publicans and sinners:
they were the lost sheep,
but, found through the Son of God,
they raced towards you
and were set in you.
 
Thus your walls flash with living stones
which, through a supreme exertion of good will,
flew like clouds in the heavens.
 
And so your towers, Jerusalem,
glint red and white through the redness
and whiteness of the saints
and all the limbs of God made beautiful –
you lack none, Jerusalem.
 
As for you, made beautiful
and crowned,
who live in Jerusalem,
and you, Rupert,
who are their companion in this habitation,
help us, the household
laboring in exile!
 

De vuelta a Montego Bay

A través de montañas celestes debo ir
de vuelta a la mujer que amo tanto,
yo le dije que volvería algún día,
que volvería a Montego Bay.
 
Dejé Montego Bay en busca de fortuna
para hacer mía a la mujer que quiero.
Ahora que mi fortuna he encontrado,
voy a escalar montañas celestes y luego descender..
 
A Montego Bay, Montego Bay,
Dejé a mi amor en Montego Bay,
Montego Bay, Montego Bay,
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
 
Si me lleva cien días y cien noches,
poniendo un pie delante del otro
a través de montañas celestes iré
de vuelta a la mujer que amo tanto.
 
Montego Bay, Montego Bay,
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
Montego Bay, Montego Bay,
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
voy de vuelta a ... (se va extinguiendo)
 

Mathias, a saint through being chosen

Mathias, a saint through being chosen,
a champion in his victory,
did not know himself chosen before the Lamb’s blood was shed:
he was tardy in knowledge,
like a man who is not perfectly awake.
 
God’s gift aroused him,
so that for joy he rose like a giant
in his strength:
God foresaw him
as he had foreseen the man
whom he formed of clay
when the first angel,
who denied God, fell.
 
The man who saw his choice,
alas, alas, he fell!
 
He had oxen and rams at his bidding,
yet he looked away from them,
turned his back
and abandoned them.
 
Thus he plunged in the pit of coal
and, kissing his own desires,
in his ardor
he raised them high, like an Olympus.
 
Then Mathias, divinely chosen,
rose like a giant,
because God set him
in the place that Judas, the lost, rejected:
 
O wondrous miracle
that shone through him thus!
 
For God foresaw him
in his miracles,
though he had not yet the merit of accomplishment,
but the mystery of God
had joy in him,
joy that in its original plan
it did not have.
 
Joy of joys
that God works in this way,
when he lavishes his grace on one who does not know,
so that the child does not know
where the grown man will fly,
whose wings God has given to the child!
 
For God savors the one
who does not know himself,
because his voice
is crying out to God,
as Mathias cried,
saying:
God, my God,
who created me,
all my works are yours!
 
So now let all Ecclesia take joy
in Mathias,
he whom God thus chose in the cleft where the
dove nestles.
Amen.
 

The Goldfinch

The goldfinch spread her wings
And flew far away
To seek food for her younglings
Her soft baby chicks
 
Tweet tweet tweet tweet
It's spring today, the nest is teeming with life
Five tiny adorable baby chicks
 
And at noontime
The goldfinch, she is back
And they all sing and rejoice
How happy is the family
 
Tweet tweet tweet tweet
It's spring today, the nest is teeming with life
Five tiny adorable baby chicks
 
Nighttime is nearing
The goldfinch spreads her wings
And they all close their eyes
Getting a good night sleep
 
Tweet tweet tweet tweet
Silence all around, they're all sleeping by now
Five tiny adorable baby chicks
 

Boniface

Boniface,
the living light saw you
in the likeness of a sage,
you who returned to God
the pure rivulets flowing from God
when you bedewed
the greenness of the flowers.
Thus you are a friend of the living God
and a lucent crystal in the graciousness
of the paths of right,
on which, sage-like, you ran.
 

If ever you need me I'm there for you

Days like lead
so without you
and I'm going crazy.
I ring you
but in vain
it doesn't get the pain out of me.
It gets worse with every night
and yet it was once supposed to be forever.
 
No matter where you, you are still close to me
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
It doesn't change
Even if my heart breaks,
[and] you need me, I'm there for you.
 
I was sure all this time
That somehow things would go well.
I hear you laughing,
[I] feel I'm crying,
I no longer come close enough.
I feel so wrong
can not live without you!
 
No matter where you are, you are still close to me
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
It does not change
Even if my heart breaks,
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
 
I can't say what'll happen with us [now],
Turning back while on the wrong path
Is never too late
 
I feel so wrong
can't live without you!
 
No matter where you are, you are still close to me
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
It does not change
Even if my heart breaks,
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
 
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
 
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
 

Why are you silent, Serbian brother?

Get up, get up, get up Serb!
Why are you silent, silent Serbian brother?
Lift up your head, glory calls upon you.
Glory calls you to the holy land,
to that Serbian Kosovo field. 2x
 
Why are you silent, silent Serbian brother? 2x
Get up, get up, get up Serb! 2x
Hey do you hear me, hey do you remember
that terrible curse.
Do you still remember King Lazar,
Kosovo field and the chivalrous battle. 2x
 
Why are you silent, silent Serbian brother? 2x
Get up, get up, get up Serb! 2x
Serbian brother rouse yourself and go,
open your eyes let them see the dark.
Let it see the enemy, let it hear the enemy,
Serbs are still alive, the Serb is a hero! 2x
Why are you silent, silent Serbian brother? 2x
 

I'm sad anyway

When we hit our children
in the face and on the butt
because we cannot stand ourselves
I'm sad anyway
 
When freedom of speech dies out
Noone against, noone in favour
When one only advertises for hypocrysy
I'm sad anyway
 
When I see myself spied on
Everywhere and nowhere
No matter where I go
I'm sad anyway
 
When a friend bolts to the West
Someone smiles mischievously
And noone trusts each other
I'm sad anyway
 
When one offers the highest prices
For threshed empty straw
And one rents out one's brain
I'm sad anyway
 
When the ideals are fucked up
And hope is nowhere to find
And boredom eats at us
I'm sad anyway
 
And i think about the poet
Who fled into optimism
Only for friendly faces
I'm sad anyway
 
When the houses beat us up
With the barbwire level
Tears only at drinking binges
I'm sad anyway
 
When I think of the prison
Ours and elsewhere
All the dismounted benches
I'm sad anyway
 
When I continue singing regardless
I carry the risk, too
And the head already in the noose
I'm sad anyway
 
Man, as long as we continue laughing
And we don't feel alone
And we can sitll do something
It's okay if I'm sad.
 

Sparrow’s song

1
I don't need either toys,
or the colored pencils
because of sparrow
who has lodged near the birdfeeder.
if only he obeyed better,
this cunning mischievous bird …
I have decided just in case
to learn bird language.
 
Refrain:
Tweet-tweet-tweet
Tweet-tweet-tweet
everyone needs friends.
Tweet-tweet-tweet
Tweet-tweet-tweet
even sparrows do.
 
2
So many tasty sandwiches,
I crumbled to the birdfeeder.
It is a very hard work to
train a sparrow.
though the people in our district
are surprised.
The sparrow can dance the squat dance,
Clap the hands and sing.
 
Refrain
 
3
We share our lunch,
as friends do.
He chirped about it
to all his sparrows-friends.
I’ll give them the crumbs sweeter than before
and in one week
Everyone will see a real
sparrow round dance.
 
Refrain
 

Bishop of the true city

Versions: #2
Bishop of the true city,
who, mounting heavenward on the temple
of the cornerstone,
were laid low on earth
for the sake of God.
 
You, an alien from the race of this world,
longed to become an exile
for the love of Christ.
 
Mountain of the mind enclosed,
you continually revealed your beauty’s aspect
in the mirror of the dove.
 
In the secret place you hid,
drunk with the scent of flowers,
through the trellis of the saints
glinting towards God.
 
Summit among heaven’s keystones,
that for transparency of life
sold the world,
this contest, gracious confessor,
is with you forever in the Lord.
 
For in your mind
the living spring with its most radiant light
brought forth the purest rivulets
on the path of salvation.
 
You are a great tower
before the altar of the highest God,
and to the summit of this tower you gave shade
with the smoke of fragrances.
 
O Disibod,
in your brightness,
through images of pure sound,
wondrously, you built the limbs of praise,
two-part music,
through the Son of Man.
 
You stand on high,
not blushing before the living God,
and with green dew you protect
those praising God with this song:
 
“O gentle life
and blessed perseverance,
which in this blessed Disibod always built
the most glorious brightness
in the heavenly Jerusalem.
 
Now praise be to God,
and in the form of that priestly beauty,
as he toils manfully.
Let heaven’s citizens rejoice
because of those who imitate them
in this way!
 

Robinson Cano

Before, the ladies never used to talk to me nor hangout with me
Because I wasn't I up there, I was broke
Now your girlfriend wont stop looking at me
Like a base, I will steal her
 
With this one I hit it out the park, Robinson Cano
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
I dont speak of a cold when I say I have everything / a cough
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
And now I have lots of models
Who before used to not hangout with and now they dont leave me alone
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
Im running around with two 40's and Im not talking about millions
Im running around with two 40's and Im not talking about cannons
I have lots of golddiggers, and you know lots of moneybags
I dont want to chill with losers and I dont wanna hang out with free loaders
She wont speak if you dont have money
Dont say anything to her if you dont have money
 
I have a lot of bottles in the club, always VIP
I get the moneybag, I have all the fine women, I am the MVP
Now we look good Now we're fresh
All of my my goals are home runs and you guys get fouls
 
With this one I hit it out the park, Robinson Cano
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
I dont speak of a cold when I say I have everything / a cough
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
And now I have lots of models
Who before used to not hangout with and now they dont leave me alone
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
Robinson Canó, number 22
Latin Hip hop fame I was left with everything
And before they were pink bottles, now theyre gold
Anywhere I go the whole world looks at me, I always come with the gang
 
With this one I took it out the park Robinson Cano
Robinson Cano Robin Robinson Cano
I dont speak of a cold when I say I have everything / a cough
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 

O wonder, O how wondrous

O wonder, O how wondrous!
A hidden form, so hard, so high,so steep,
surpasses in its lofty honor—
where Living Height itself
reveals the mysteries.
 
And so, O Disibod,
you shall arise at th’ end of time
as first you rose—
the flow’r of all the branches
of the world
comes to your aid.
 

You used to be beatnik

Hey, where are your high-platform shoes,
And where did you shove your double-breasted suit?
Better put your house slipppers far away, old man,
Come on, earlier you wouldn't give even five cents for them
 
But you used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
You used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
 
You would give away your soul for rock'n'roll,
Extracted from someone's diaphragm's X-Ray.
And now you have TV, newspapers, football,
And your old mom is happy with that
 
But you used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
You used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
 
The rock'n'roll time is gone forever,
Gray hair cooled your yound mind off.
But I believe, and I'm happy to think so,
That deep inside you're still the same.
 
But you used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
You used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
 

You blissful soul

You blissful soul,
whose body,
born of earth,
 
you trod down in the pilgrimage
of this world.
 
Thus by divine rationality,
which made you its own mirror,
you have been crowned.
 
The Holy Spirit, moreover, was wont to gaze
upon you as its own dwelling-place.
 
Thus by divine rationality,
which made you its own mirror,
you have been crowned.
 
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.
 

O virgin Ecclesia

Versions: #2
O virgin Ecclesia,
let us now lament:
for a savage wolf
has stolen your children from your side.
Woe to the cunning serpent!
Yet how precious is
the blood of the Savior,
who beneath the king’s banner
married Ecclesia
to himself,
and so now
seeks her children.
 

Blissful childhood

Blissful childhood
of Disibod, the chosen one,
a childhood so inspired by God
that later your holiest deeds,
among the miracles of God,
were as if you were exuding
the softest scent
of balm.
 

Most blessed Rupert

Most blessed Rupert,
you who in the flower of your age
did not beget
or bear the devil’s vices,
so that you left the shipwrecked
world behind –
now intercede
for those who attend on you in God!
Alleluia.
 

The perfect Combination

You can not really say about us
that we ever found each other likeable.
We would screw the other one over
And the old feud would start anew.
We were scared of each other
Ice doesn't gets along with fire
No one was listening to the other
We were like two left shoes.
The solution was for both of us
pretty clear.
Only one could be the winner
Who would it be
 
We are fire and ice
We are green and white
We are cold and hot
You guessed it already
The perfect Combination.
 
The red button, the ash and the fire
Good advice was suddenly needed
Greenland and the Ice-World were endangered
The old feud wasn't counting anymore
We both started again from scratch
And of all things it was the fault of a vulcano
 
We are fire and ice
We are green and white
We are cold and hot
You guessed it already
The perfect Combination.
 
Then we had an epiphany
Literally born out of necessity
Together we could do it
with the view forward.
 
We are fire and ice
We are green and white
We are cold and hot
You guessed it already
The perfect Combination.
 
We are young and old
We are hot and cold
We are pure gold
You guessed it already
The perfect Combination.
The perfect Combination.
The perfect Combination.
 

I'm the Hate

I am the fireball,
from which some suns hid away
I race through Outer Space
And where I've been, only a black hole remains
And what I do, you'll never forget
Even out of love I make war
 
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
And proud of it
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
Destruction is fun to me
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
and Satan's Son.
 
I steal your light
because I can't shine on my own
Instead I give you lies,
until your Fantasy breaks
Ich change my skin every day
that's why I seem so familiar
 
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
And proud of it
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
Destruction is fun to me
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
and Satan's Son.
 
I work like a sweet poison
that will get to everyone of you
 
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
And proud of it
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
Destruction is fun to me
 

O glittering starlight

O glittering starlight,
O most splendid and special form
of regal marriage,
O shining gem:
you are adorned like a noble lady
who has no blemish.
And you are a companion of angels
and a citizen among the saints.
Flee, O flee the cave
of the old betrayer
and come, O come into the king’s palace.
 

My shoulders

The new walls of the house
Under the paint and the false ceilings
Our future questioned
The reminder of my first lives
Sheep herds of dust
My rubble of a single man
And that child that cries that eats
Kilos of milk, kilos of diapers
And all that love in exchange for it
 
I hope it's not a lot to say
I hope all of that will hold
On my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
Not fantastic
 
Love, humour, moods are the same
As the two light bulbs on your face
That illuminates when I pedal
The weight of my ridiculous name
Of that aristocratic phantom
That goes forward when I move back
 
I hope it's not a lot to say
I hope all of that will hold
On my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
On my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
Not won
 
If it holds, then you'll marry me
 
For my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
For my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
 
The new walls of the house
Under the paint and the false ceilings
Our future questioned
 

O ruby blood

O ruby blood
which flowed from on high
where divinity touched.
You are a flower
that the winter
of the serpent's breath
can never injure.
 

To The Bottom

As if you aren't, i can't live in that big world
Sure, God give me patience somehow
 
He enters from one bottom to the top
He coils up about
He goes through my water these days
He thinks heads again
Oh oh how i bored from your mounth
 
Watch whereupon, you'll see now
I'll travel, i'll enjoy, i'll drink to the bottom
I'll go to bed, you'll get up, you'll wonder, you'll ask 'where i am going to hell?'
Will you come?
 

Three In A League

A hundred pieces of ears, a hundred and two singers.
Ain't this song gonna gain some weight?*
 
Why's that? Let's get the three of us in a league
Let's sing the three of us!
Six, seven fans,
four, five fans,
there'll be at least.
 
Why's that? Let's get the three of us in a league
Let's sing the three of us!
Six, seven fans,
four, five fans,
three, two fans, there'll be at least.
 
Three, two fans there'll be at least.
Every now and then there'll be fans.
 
Isn't it better to stop the music?
No! There's no one to plough the Dobrudja* (region).
 
Why's that? Let's get the three of us in a league
Let's sing the three of us!
Six, seven fans,
four, five fans,
there'll be at least.
 
Why's that? Let's get the three of us in a league
Let's sing the three of us!
Six, seven fans,
four, five fans,
three, two fans, there'll be at least.
 
Three, two fans there'll be at least.
 
C'mon, it's time to stop! C'mon, I didn't sleep!
The taxi will take me home (to my neighbourhood)!
 
Why's that? Let's get the three of us in a league
Let's sing the three of us!
Six, seven fans,
four, five fans,
three, two fans.
 
Every now and then there'll be fans, there'll be.
Every now and then there'll be fans.
 
How can one say 'no' to a woman, when she asks you?
And when there are two of them, it's impossible.
If you don't want to be here,
we can get another one.
We take the phone and start to dial.
 
Why's that? Let's get the three of us in a league
Let's sing the three of us!
Six, seven fans,
four, five fans,
there'll be at least.
 
Why's that? Let's get the three of us in a league
Let's sing the three of us!
Six, seven fans,
four, five fans,
three, two fans, there'll be at least.
 

Holy Spirit

Honor be to you, O Holy Spirit,
who, through the mind of the virgin Ursula,
brought together a whirling tumult of the purest doves.
Thereupon, like Abraham,
she relinquished her homeland,
and releasing herself from worldly betrothal,
she entered into the embrace of the Lamb.
 
So this pure golden army with flowing hair
passed over the sea.
O whoever heard of such as this?
 
For she released herself from worldly betrothal,
and entered into the embrace of the Lamb Himself.
 
Glory to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
 
She released herself from worldly betrothal,
and entered in to the embrace of the Lamb Himself.
 

In your world

This is my stuff, not bad at all!
And my collection is definitely real
Don't you think Arielle is the one who already has everything?
 
I show you this and that
Everything hidden in the secret territory
If you look around you think: 'Yes! She has already everything!'.
 
I've got knick-knacks enough and a-plenty
I've got stuff and gizmos galore
Do you want a couple of thingamabobs? I've got many!
But I'd rather have so much somewhere else!
 
There, where I can also be like a person,
There I also want to dance in circles!
There I can also go on - How do you say that? Oh! Foot!
 
Fishy fins are ungallant,
Legs are better to jump, dance...
And to - How's that called? - Take a walk! I wish that!
 
To be up, up on land,
Up in the sunlight on the beach!
I'd be free, finally by them,
In their world!
 
In a world where everyone walks and doesn't just swim
In a world where soft breezes blow around you
There where they see, and understand
And do not choose over their daughters.
Strong women, who dare, and stand for it!
 
And read and learn what people do!
Ask my questions and get an answer!
What is fire and how does something go on fire?
 
When's it my turn? I want to be on land!
Will my life start only then?
If only I knew how, I'd be like them,
In their world...
 
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In your world (Reprise)

Here where you live, I want to be with you
Here where you live, I want to stay with you
I want to be here, you're mine
You're my luck
 
When, tell me when will it happen, that we walk in the sun?
Just you and I, and you'll lead me
Into your world!
 
I don't know how, I don't know when,
But my life will finally begin then!
Then I'll become yours, then you'll become mine,
In your world!
 
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Please don’t be silent

I still remember the moment when I went away
You didn’t say anything, and just stand there
You had hidden all the pain and joylessness...
I’ve brought those sweet memories anywhere I’ve been to...
What I should do to go back???
 
Do not stay silent like that
Cause the tranquility will make your heartbeat stop
Even there’s no existence of love, I still demand for making a word...
No matter how spacious the world is
The world is yours
Despite the fact that we completely stayed away, I’ve still waited for you...
 
Try as best as I might, I couldn’t truly understand you
Little by little I’m bored of doing this, I just stayed with you
Maybe this was not the perfect love
One is finding the start
One is walking away
With all the sadness
 
Do not stay silent like that
Cause the tranquility will make your heartbeat stop
Even there’s no existence of love, I still demand for making a word...
No matter how spacious the world is
The world is yours
Despite the fact that we completely stayed away, I’ve still waited for you...
 
I don’t even know
What you thought about when things were over?
The day I had gone
Why didn’t you say anything with hurt, you decided to conceal all the pain?
How to choose between the separation or the continuance?
The serenity or the sorrow
 
Do not stay silent like that
Cause the tranquility will make your heartbeat stop
Even there’s no existence of love, I still demand for making a word...
No matter how spacious the world is
The world is yours
Despite the fact that we completely stayed away, I’ve still waited for you...
 

Drift ice

A year and then two
After three years, love is heavy
Without being thrown away nor abandoned
It passes through anywhere in the stream
The outside of the glass window grows dark in the snow
People look like migratory birds
Cold, you're cold
Just the way you are now, you're frozen
 
The firestove burns bright red
While a flower fastened in the hair​ feels both hands
Without dying nor living
I look haggard
The foghorns mingle with the noise of the wind
They only sing a desperate enka song
Cold, you're cold
Just the way you are now, you're frozen
 
Winter becomes intense
If it is the case that love is pale happiness
Even if you embrace me and go away
You wait aimlessly for the spring
The night gets late, the crying sea gets frozen
My entire chest creaks like in a sound
Cold, you're cold
Just the way you are now, you're frozen
 

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Gobinday Mukanday

Sustaining, Liberating, Enlightening, Infinite
Destroying, Creating, Nameless, Desireless.
 
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