A keresés eredménye

For two people like us

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Do you wanna make love, or you just wanna come?
It's a fine line that I can guess
from the way you bite my upper lip,
from your mouth clenching and not letting me go
And who cares if it's sex or it's love
I know your skin, you know my smell
And then who said that an ass is less than a heart
and that you need a song to talk of love?
 
But don't confuse
loving with falling in love, it's no longer the time
And without losing our sense of direction when outside the wind is blowing
For two people like us who have never lost each other
And if you look back, you would never believe it
'cause you need passion...
 
Do you want to make a baby, or shall I do it?
If it pleases you, I can do it like a god,
of would you like me to be your father
to hold you on my chest and sing you lullabies?
And who cares about Jung and Freud,
we aren't saints, come on, we make mistakes too
Sometimes it is nice to mess up a little
To sleep turning our backs on, just to be hugged again
 
But don't confuse
loving with falling in love, it's no longer the time
And without losing our sense of direction when outside the wind is blowing
For two people like us who have never lost each other
And if you look back, you would never believe it
'cause you need passion...
after 20 years, to say yes again
and don't worry, I am still here
to hold your hand
I love you,
Let's go
 

For two people like us

Do you wanna make love, or do you just wanna come?
it's a fine line, I can figure it out
from the way you bite your upper lip,
from your mouth clenching and not letting me go
And who cares if it's sex or it's love
I know your skin, you know my smell
And then who said an ass is less than a heart
and that you need a song to talk of love?
 
But don't you mix up
loving and falling in love, it's no more the time
and without losing our sense of direction when the wind is blowing outside...
 
For two people like us who have never lost each other
and if you look back, you would never believe it
'cause you need passion...
 
Do you want to make a baby, or do I make it?
if it pleases you, I can do it like a god,
of would you like me to be your father
to hold you on my chest and sing you lullabies?
And who cares about Jung and Freud,
we aren't saints, come on, we also make mistakes
Sometimes it is nice to mess up a little
turning your back on the bed, and just to be hugged again
 
But don't you mix up
loving and falling in love, it's no more the time
and without losing our sense of direction, when the wind is blowing outside...
 
For two people like us who were never lost
and if you look back, you would never believe it
cause you need passion
after 20 years, to say yes again
and don't worry, I am still here
to hold your hand
I love you,
come on
 

It happens

It happens
That one day you look at yourself in the mirror
And find yourself older
Pretty older
 
It happens
That you rely on the umpteenth diet
On a singer who looks like a prophet
Who tells you 'how wonderful life is'
 
Even though it happens
Even when your dad disappears
Without even warning
And noiselessly
Without giving you a minute so that you can say
That you loved him
And that you miss him to death
Even though you're grown now
And even though you look like a giant
 
But you feel small, tiny
You feel ridicoulous, you are ridicoulous
When you think that you're one in seven billions
And that it's just too late
It's just too late
 
Because it happens
But wasn't it you who used to think that the good in life
Is being able to get back in the match
When it looks over?
You taught me this
That happiness is not a shame
And that you can laugh again
Once again
 
But you feel small, tiny
You feel ridicoulous, you are ridicoulous
When you think that you're one in seven billions
And that it's just too late
It's just too late
 
And then the miracle happens, it's a miracle
It happens in a moment, it's a moment
A joy that tricks your heart again
That makes you say that at the end life will be fine
That at the end it is fine
 
Even though it happens
Even though it happens
Even though it happens
Even though it happens
Even though it happens
 

The boxer

You've got to stop a-punching me,
You know, I'm not a boxer
But you, you don't get poetry
A technician, that's all you are
 
And yes, I know that you're infallible
You're made of iron, undestroyable
But me, I'm a flower
But me, I'm a flower
But me, I'm a flower
 
You've got to stop a-kicking me,
You know, I'm not a soccer ball,
But you don't get the funny side
Of this bizarre poem of mine
 
And yes, I know that you're invincible
That you are perfect and unreachable
But me, I'm a flower
But me, I'm a flower
But me, I'm a flower
 
And yes, I know that you're infallible
You're made of iron, undestroyable
But me, I'm a flower
But me, I'm a flower
But me, I'm a flower
 

Gunshot

Why she didn't love me, I don't know
Me, I gave her everything I have
But maybe what I have is not enough
Maybe she was looking for the sky in this room
And a sky, I don't have one
 
And then, why she ran away, who knows
Maybe because she was looking for a little bit of freedom
But me, I didn't hold her prisoner
I only chained her in the late afternoon
To spend some time with her, mmh
To hold her tight, mmh
 
Because love, love is a gunshot
Love, love is a punch on your back
And a slap for dinner
Love barely touches you
 
What was wrong, I don't know
Maybe I loved her too much, and too much is not allowed
But there is a hell in every Spring
That's why I went looking for her till night
To ask her why
My love, what's the matter? mmmh
 
Because love, love is a gunshot
Love, love is a punch on your back
And a slap for dinner
Love barely touches you
 
And then, why I did it, I don't know
Maybe I couldn't bear to her one more 'no'
come out of her golden mouth
First I killed her, then I kissed her.
 
Love, love is a gunshot
Love, love is a marching band playing our song
Is a knot around your neck
In the darkness of a prison.