A keresés eredménye oldal 2

dying for love.

Versions: #1
A cruel world has condemned me
without mercy. It has sentenced me.
however, I don't feel any fear of
dying for love.
 
And while my life is on trial
I see nothing more than an exit
finding in my heart
how to die for love.
 
Dying for love
is dying alone in the dark
Face to face with the loneliness
without being able to beg mercy nor pity.
 
You're the light that dawns in me.
Your love is a flower. My love is offered.
My life doesn't have any value,
dying for love.
 
If our love is invincible
and impossible in front of men,
I don't have another solution
than dying for love.
 
With a high forehead and strong steps
To overcome this failure,
and simulate my pain
I'll die for love,
I'll die for love.
 
As if it was my disease,
I have to pay with my life.
Yes, it'll be my heart
because it has to sin.
 
Goodbye to the world and its problems,
goodbye to the one that condemns me.
let it stay with his mistake,
dying for love,
dying for love.
 

A Life of Love

A life of love
and the pact between us
that time then, has fragmented by now
It’s almost winter, day after day
 
A thousand things, love, lost between us
But I would like you deep down in my heart, you know,
I took refuge with you, I never forgot
A “we’ll meet again” won’t be a “farewell”, we’ll meet again, my dear flower
Finding you to thank you again
and to swear to you again
 
A life of love, clear constellations
and going to live the pain together
Finding the sea with you, with you, for you
 
A life of love
and the pact between us
that time then, has fragmented by now
It’s almost winter, day after day
 
A thousand times, love, then strange “I would like you”s
And your lazy kisses above mine, in uncertainty
of you and every one of your caresses
A “we’ll meet again” is the last craziness
we’ll meet again and leaving you, going away
to then search for you, and all that exists
is being together with you
 
A life of love is to love blindly
Don’t think of where or what sea
It’s true loving, this loving,
loving you, only you
 

Everything's going away

Everything's going away, everything's dying
You don't believe in our happiness anymore
And you're losing your reason and cause
Nervous and morose, Rose, Rose
 
Rose, Rose, oh yes! I remember
I was what, sixteen, you maybe a little less
When you were skipping class and coming in the morning
To bring me your heart like a rosebud
Rose, Rose, love of my past
When you came to see me in my room in the attic
I thought your skin smelled of wet hay
And when I kissed you... but that's something else
 
Everything's going away, everything's dying
You want to close your door on my heart
I already hear the wind picking up
To dispel my dreams, Eve, Eve
 
Eve, Eve another memory
Who burned my heart before weakening
I thought I'd go crazy, I wanted to die
But time heals all, one day without warning
Eve, Eve who bit madly
Into the fruit of love, it breaks teeth
If you hurt me I nevertheless kept
Memories of the days... I think I digress
 
Everything's going away, everything's dying
I feel fear settling down inside me
You already packed your suitcase
And I realise, Lise, Lise
 
Lise, Lise where are you today
You who died each day to revive at night
You who walked barefoot dreaming in the rain
Loathing the sun but adoring the snow
Lise, Lise and your moving hair
Erratic, unexpected, half woman and half child
Who fell into my arms sometimes sobbing
Or laughing hard... let's see where was I?
 
Everything's going away, everything's dying
I'm nothing more than a shadow in your heart
And I see that inside you everything is getting ready
For other conquests... Kate, Kate
 
Kate, Kate of the accent I loved
Who despite her efforts as soon as she explained herself
Couldn't prevent herself from breaking French
Who despite being English was nevertheless clay
Kate, Kate had a thousand treasures
And rusty stains embellished her body
As if her parents had left her outside
Too long in the rain... fragile happiness
 
Everything's going away, everything's dying
But spring returns the victor
Arms loaded with dreams and flowers
And dries our tears
And sows our heart with
its grains of madness
Such is life
 

Forever and ever

When we will have closed our eyes
Forever and ever
At the moment of our final farewell
I will still have some regret
I will still have some remorse
And I will leave with my pain,
Provided that I remember
That this evil will only be stronger
Because we have closed our hearts
Forever and ever
So as to replace loads of happiness
With sorrow and regret
 
When whole centuries will have passed
Forever and ever
We will have laid the past onto our shoulders
And oblivion will be complete
But if there is still a glow
If there is still a small flame
Under the dry ashes of our soul
 
That never seems to die
In order to find infinite calm
Forever and ever
Just like when we were alive
My love, I will look for you
Call for you
Find you
Keep you
Forever and ever
 

To write...

To dream, to search, to learn,
to have nothing but writing in the name of the Holy Lord.
To seek for perfection when you'll rip your eyes off,
to shake up the status quo so as to impose yours ideas,
to kill.
 
To choose, to snatch, to understand,
to put your schedule back on track for the 100th time,
to filth a maiden's canvas and to desecrate it for the best,
to make one scream shamelessly. All those empty spaces
to overcome.
 
To traverse the fogs of the imagination,
to cover the real with the pieces of the abstract,
to emancipate the trait from a thousand variations
while killing the habits.
To change, to create, to destroy.
 
In order to tear the whole structures apart,
use the opposite [techniques] of all you've read,
and engage into your artwork by heart upon lost bodies.
 
Write your fear of the sweat, of the anxiety
while suffering from a foreign speaker
who sometimes makes it wrong but goes back on track
consumed by his dogma while juggling with his ethics
and the perceptions of time.
 
To impose your perception of things and of the youth,
stop -first and foremost- cursing yourself,
push it to the limit,
defeat even the minor objection to the subject.
 
Explore it without restraints and form it and support it,
and then your artwork will be complete, all falls into place
deprived of any concern.
 
Suffer, curse,
deprive art from its willingness with gleams of energy,
give great value at subjects long resolved
and while releasing yours demons on the numb page,
write. Write.
To write just like how we speak and shout.
That will remain on us,
that will remain on us.
 

You Should Know

You should know, to stop smiling
If joy went away
Only the sorrow is left for you
And the days of unhappiness
 
You should know, that in this angst
The dignity must be saved
Even though the pain frightens you
You should walk away and not turn back
 
Beg the destiny that abandoned you
Don't make me suffer for pity
You should know how to fake the crying
And to sink it in your heart
 
You should know, to grasp time
When love retired
To walk away with indifference
Even though you suffer in silence
 
You should know, to suffocate the sorrow
And disguise the big pain
And have the hate I conceal back
If you live in a hell
 
You should know, to stay frozen
If the resentment burns the passion
You should know how to keep the crying
And how much I love it, that now I can no more
 
You should know that I
I don't know it
 

You Let Yourself Go (Literal Translation)

Versions: #2
You are so weird to look at,
do you really think, I do appreciate that,
when you do not understand me any longer,
when you get only on my nerves?
I've been drinking during half the night,
and thus emboldened myself,
only to finally confess to you,
„I simply can't look at you any more!
With your sloppy figure
you offend my good taste.“
 
With you I can think of nothing else,
but to be well-behaved by day and night.
For weeks I've been living at your side
and do not feel anything at my side.
Only your chatter, so empty and stupid -
I am afraid that it will kill me.
Yes, in former times you were nice and beautiful.
You let yourself go!
You let yourself go!
 
You probably don't really imagine,
that you could be appealing to me,
with your uncovered knees,
with your deranged stockings.
You walk around in your dressing gown,
you even do not change for dinner.
In your hair I must see those curlers,
which are dangling all over to and fro.
And on top of everything these crooked heels -
how could I ever fall for something like that?
 
You show off to our friends,
and you make me a fool.
That makes me angry at night, even in my dreams,
and in my deep sleep.
I believed, that you loved me,
when I decided to stay with you forever.
If only you would be silent,
that would be great!
You let yourself go!
You let yourself go!
 
I think about it by day and night,
whether things could not be different.
Lastly you are my wife,
but I can't make sense of you any longer.
Show me, that you still love me,
just try a little bit.
With a little smile only -
and do something for your figure, too!
Then I would be encouraged again,
and everything would be fine.
 
Just be a little nice to me,
so that I don't lose you completely.
Remember the good times:
Our love at first sight!
How I came to your place in the evening
and took you in my arms.
It would be nice, if by my heart
you'd let yourself go!
There let yourself go!
 

Beauty and the Beast

A tale of forever.
Centuries past.
Two strange hearts,
That changed everything,
Discovering love.
 
And time stops.
Frozen with happiness.
Petrified with fear.
Two souls in bloom.
Beauty and the Beast.
 
Everything is different,
And yet the same.
When a heart awakens,
To the red colours,
Of a newborn sun.
 
Everything is different,
And yet the same.
When a heart awakens,
To the red colours,
Of a rising sun.
 
A tale of childhood.
Old as a chorus.
Repeating without end.
I put in my wine the water of proof.
 
Dreams getting ready.
To begin where,
for you and me.
Once upon a time,
Beauty and the Beast.
 
For you and for me.
Once upon a time,
Beauty and the Beast.
Beauty and the Beast.
 

The Legend Of Stenka Razin

Slowly the deft boats
(blows the wind, heave the waves)
of Razin and his sailors
glide along the islands.
 
On the deck, Stenka Razin
(beat the hearts, talk the voices)
holds tenderly in his arms
his gentle and slender sweetheart.
 
La la la...
 
No woman shall be among us
(clench the fists, rise the shouts)
The dove subdued the eagle,
the seaman is but a man now.
 
Still Razin remains calm
(grit your teeth, raise your voice)
Nothing can alter my soul,
be it love or rebellion.
 
La la la...
 
Heaving with his powerful hands
(cry the joys, dies the hope)
his frail and trembling lover
he throws her into the black waters
 
then says to the river,
'Volga of death, Volga of life,
Volga, take my widowed love
for ever inside your bed!'
 
Come on, my friends, sing!
Drink the wine to the dregs
until you roll under the table
until tomorrow, until oblivion.
 
After all
life is but a ploy,
a short and wonderful passage.
This love we often weep over
is nothing more than a mirage.
You have to live by the hour.
Let's make the most of this
fleeting journey.
 
At the bottom of our glasses
lies oblivion of passing time.
Vine and a true friend
are cures to dread.
Today cries misery,
tomorrow will turn about
and everything will change.
 
Slowly the deft boats
(blows the wind, heave the waves)
of Razin and his sailors
glide along the islands.
 
La la la...
...of Razin and his sailors.
 

By Loving You Like This (De t'avoir aimée)

By loving you like this, even going mad,
By begging for you, by crying for you,
Unable to sleep, unable to eat,
What will I have left by loving you like this?
 
By loving you like this with my soul and my voice,
Until I forget the name of God,
To proclaim nothing more than my love,
What will I have left by loving you like this?
 
Only my voice, which will fade
Only my love, sad and without warmth,
Only my skin, without the taste of honey,
And my great fear,
Of loving you even more and more upon dying.
 
By loving you like this with great sorrow,
Even destroying this heart,
Unable to cry out, unable to reason,
What will I have left by loving you like this?
 
Only one love, that suffers for you,
That dies for you.
 

La Bohème (German Version)

It's been a long time,
you don't understand time
at twenty.
Montmartre in May,
we were young and free,
and at the windows we saw
the lilacs blooming already.
The time is long gone
when we were so happy.
My stomach was so empty
and you were my model.
 
La bohème, la bohème,1
it means life is like that sometimes, like that sometimes.
La bohème, la bohème,
happy and cheerful with dry bread.
 
I often stayed awake at night
all alone and painted
your picture in my dreams.
You were so young and beautiful,
that's how I saw you.
And even at daybreak,
I was dreaming of life and love
in the studio
with a latte.
 
We didn't ask for money.
Love and fame,
that was the world for us.
 
La bohème, la bohème,
that means we were 20 years old.
La bohème, la bohème,
and this time was wonderful.
 
And if chance were to lead me today
through those old streets
like in the past,
I would no longer find my way back
to that lost happiness.
And no stairs lead
to the little studio.
And (even) over there at the café,
no one dreams there (anymore).
Wherever the eye meets
Montmarte and the lilacs,
everything is faded
 
La bohème, la bohème,
we were young, we were crazy.
La bohème, la bohème,
(today) that doesn't mean anything anymore.
 

• 1. Although this would translate literally as 'the bohemian,' it's more common in English just to leave it in French. The German lyrics also left it in French.

Comrade

Comrade
The battle united us, my comrade
Our fight began in the barricades
And continued in commandos and ambushes
My comrade
 
Comrade
One Sunday, marching past in the parade
I saw you there on top of the stands
You won your stripes in the army
My comrade
 
Comrade
Everybody saluted you as you passed
You were always the friend that I admired
And people like me respected you
My comrade
 
Comrade
And very soon now, our dawn will come
And although I know that around me, there's nothing left
I am still standing in front of the brigade's cannon
My comrade
 
Comrade
With the cold that gnaws my insides
I only see across the mountains
The memory of heroic campaigns
My comrade
 
Comrade
My friends like you have also gone
And there is nothing more than meaningless shadows left
For me, I have lost all hope
My comrade
 
Comrade
You were saved only thanks to a wound
And you feared for your life when you left
Today I remember our sad farewell
My comrade
 
Comrade
I don't even know when I will see you again
Or if I just have a date with death
Be happy, I'll leave you now, good luck
Your comrade
 
Comrade
The battle united us, my comrade
Our fight began in the barricades
And continued in commandos and ambushes
My comrade
 

Yesterday, when I was young

The distant yesterday in every sunrise, I enjoyed the awakening. I lived without counting
the hours that fly away, I had youth,
and desire to sing. Time took
the dreams I created. In ruins it transformed
the towers I raised, denying me the light and fire of my being.
Turning blind, mercilessly,
the illusion I cultivated.
In my yesterday, reality made me waste
my joyful youth, I was confused,
until I believed in the clock's rhythm:
it was slower for me, I wandered without looking back. My motto
was getting old,
and never give in. Follow the sayings
of my heart, my only will first, and always me.
Yesterday is distant, and I think maybe
I didn't know how to use the time gone by,
the years I lost, but today there's only sollitude
remaining in me. I've seen love's flame go to waste. My last
friendship refuses
to go on. Not because I don't go around doesn't mean I don't have a place to go, nor a hand to shake, nor a door to knock on.
Today everything is over, distant is any faith in the future and happiness. Memories of yesterday, blazing youth already gone.
 

You let yourself go

Versions: #1
Funny, you're so funny to look at
You're there you wait you make a long face
And I feel like laughing
It's the alcohol that messes with my head
All the alcohol I have taken tonight
In order to draw the courage
To confess to you that I'm sick and tired
Of you and your gossiping
Of your body that leaves me well-behaved
And that deprives me of all hope
 
I've had enough I gotta tell you that
You exasperate me you tyrannise me
I put up with your attitude
Without daring to say that you exaggerate
Yes you exaggerate you know it now
Sometimes I'd like to strangle you
God you've changed in five years
You let yourself go, you let yourself go
 
You're beautiful to look at
Your stockings falling on your shoes
And your old robe ajar
And your hair curlers what a look
I wonder everyday
How did you manage to please me
How could I make love to you
And estrange you my whole life
Like that you look like your mother
Nothing about whom inspires love
 
In front of my friends what a disaster
You contradict me, you attack me
With your venom and your spite
You could make mountains fight
Ah I hit the jackpot
The day I met you
If you kept quiet, wouldn't that be nice no!
You let yourself go, you let yourself go
 
You're a bully and a tyrant
You have no heart and no soul and nevertheless
Nevertheless, I think very often that
Despite everything you're still my woman
If you wanted to make an effort
Everything could go back to normal
To slim down, exercise a bit
Fix yourself up in front of your mirror
Put a smile on your face
Make up your heart and your body
 
Instead of thinking that I despise you
Of avoiding me like the plague
Try to show some kindness
Become again the little girl
who has given me such happiness
And sometimes like in the past
I'd like that everything against my heart
You let yourself go, you let yourself go
 

Venice in Grey

Venice in grey
I now see before me
In those days it was beautiful,
and then I saw it where I was together with you
 
So forgotten and bleak
The city has never seemed
A Venice in grey
Full of melancholy
 
The wind blows the night barcaroles towards me
But they are silent,
and the silence hurts even more
 
A Venice in grey
Without you I'm here
Grief is always by my side
 
A Venice in grey,
a lost dream
All the beauty, the glory,
these days I hardly see
 
I look away, when a couple
in their gondola kisses
A Venice in grey,
where you no longer are
 
At sunset1
I stand alone by the sea
My hand searches for yours
and ends up alone
 
A Venice in grey
The moon shines upon it
But I ask if it's worth it
 
No, wherever here I look
my heart saddens
So to your pigeons and bridges
I say 'Bye'
 
Until I see you
Wherever I go
I will always fear [seeing]
Venice in grey
 

• 1. Lit. 'When the sun burns out'

Children of War

Children of war
Aren't really children
They are as old as stone
Of iron and blood
By the tears of mothers
They had their eyes opened
By days without mystery
And a world on fire
 
Children of war
Aren't really children
They've known the earth
On fire and bloody
They've had pipe dreams
To sharpen their teeth
And have taken cemeteries
As children's play parks
 
These children of the storm
And of uncertain days
Who had faces
Indented with hunger
Who have aged before their time
And grown up without help
Without touching the heritage
That love must have left them
 
Children of war
Aren't really children
They've seen anger
Smothering their songs
They've learnt to shut up
And to tighten their fists
When lying voices
Dictate their destinies.
 
Children of war
Aren't really children
They have a proud look
And their eyes are too big
They've seen misery
Covering over their tracks
And foreign hands
Slitting the throats of their springs
 
These children without a childhood
Without youth and without joy
Who shivered helplessly
With sorrow and cold
Who defied suffering
And silenced their turmoil
But lived in hope
Are like you and me
 
Lovers of misery
Unhappy lovers
To singular loves
To ever-changing dreams
Who look for the light
But fear it still
Because
The lovers of the war
Are still children.
 

Bohemian

Versions: #6
I'm talking about a time
That the under twenty can not know
Montmartre at that time hung his lilacs
Even under our windows and if the humble garnished
Who served us as a nest did not look good
This is where we got to know each other
I who was yelling famine and you who was posing naked.
 
Bohemian, bohemian.
It meant we are happy
Bohemian, bohemian.
We only ate every other day
 
In neighboring cafes
We were a few
Who waited for glory and although misery
With a hollow stomach
We do not stop believing and when some bistro
Against a good hot meal
We took a canvas, we recited verses
Grouped around the stove forgetting the winter
 
Bohemian, bohemian,
It meant you are pretty.
Bohemian, bohemian,
And we all had genius.
 
Often it happened to me
In front of my easel
To spend sleepless nights
Retouching the drawing
From the line of a breast
From the curve of a hip and it is only in the morning
That we finally sat down
In front of a creamer
Exhausted but delighted
Should we love each other and love life?
 
Bohemian, bohemian,
It meant we are 20 years old
Bohemian, bohemian,
And we lived by the times.
 
When at random
I'm going for a ride
At my old address
I do not recognize
Neither the walls nor the streets
Who saw my youth
At the top of a staircase
I am looking for the workshop
Of which nothing remains
In his new decor
Montmartre seems sad and the lilacs are dead.
 
Bohemian, bohemian,
We were young, we were crazy.
Bohemian, bohemian,
It does not mean anything at all.
 

I don't know your value( You're way too good to have a value)

I don't know your value
You are like a ruby
You make every man another Mecnun*
You are just like Leyla **
 
In this world, you are my love
You are reckless, you have no mercy
There is sweetness on your lips
You taste like a candy and sugar
 
You hair look like basil***
Don't marry someone else
Show some kindness, don't break my heart
You look like a girl who's merciful
 
Love, your sweet talker would say
Your teeth look like diamonds,
The color of your skin is like a silk
You yourself are a precious extinct stone.
 
How can I withstand the hatred of the world?
Bravery is in my eyes though ,
Sayat-Nova ****, from this day on you are one of
Your dearest love's servants.
 

My touching love

You live in a mute and eternal silence
I translate your looks and read in your smiles
Interpreting the words
That your hands want to say
In your strange language which seems to be a ballet...
 
A touching ballet you have set for me
of fascinating gestures
that are never the same
and when with the fingertips
you whisper I love you.
 
I sometimes feel like I am hearing your voice,
My love, my love, my love, my love
My love , my touching love
My marvelous love, my heartbreaking love
 
When talking for you , I was short for resources
Finding me near you,
Is like being in a foreign land,
I cannot use any vocabulary
In my turn I learnt the language of hands
You laugh at me a little
When you see my efforts
Because I am clumsy, and often make gaffes
I have never been very strong in spelling.
But I have a lot to tell you
And I love you so much
 
My love, my love, my love, my love
My love , my touching love
My marvelous love, my heartbreaking love
My love, my love, my love, my love
My love , my touching love
My marvelous love, my heartbreaking love
 

Vigyél el

A dokkok között, ahol a teher és az unalom
Hajlítja meg a hátamat
Itt érkeznek gyümölcsökkel
megnehezítve hasukat a hajók
 
Jönnek a világ végéről
Magukkal hozva
A csavargók gondolatait
Az égbolt visszatükröződését
és a csodákat
 
Borsos illatot húzva
Az ismeretlen országokból
És örökké tartó nyarakat
Ahol az emberek szinte meztelenül élnek
A strandokon
 
Én aki nem ismerem az egész életem
Csak a déli éget
Szeretném tisztára mosni a szürkét
Kidobva a fedélzetről
 
Vigyél el a világ végére
Vigyél el a csodák országába
Nekem úgy tűnik hogy a nyomorúság
Kevésbé fájdalmas a Nap alatt
 
A bárokban alkonyatkor
A tengerészekkel
Amikor a lányokkal beszélgetünk és a szerelemről
Egy üveggel a kezünkben
 
Elvesztem a dolgok fogalmát
És hirtelen a gondolataim
Elragadnak engem és és elvisznek engem
Egy csodálatos államba
Egy partra
 
Ahol látom kinyújtott karokkal
A szerelmet, amely olyan mint a bolondság
Velem szemben közel
Az álmom nyaka köré
fonom magam
 
Amikor a bárok bezárnak, és a tengerészek
Visszatérnek a fedélzetükre
Én még reggelig álmodok
A kikötőben állok
 
Vigyél el a világ végére
Vigyél el a csodák országába
Nekem úgy tűnik hogy a nyomorúság
Kevésbé fájdalmas a Nap alatt
 
Egy szép nap egy nyikorgó ladikban
A hajótesttől a fedélzetig
Hogy elmessek dolgoznom kell
A hajófenék kazánjában
 
Követve az utat ami elvezet
A gyermekkori álmaimhoz
A messzi szigetekre
Ahol semmi sem fontos
Csak az élet
 
Ahol a bágyadt lányok
Beragyogják a szívedet
Azt mondják összefonva
A virágfüzéreiket
Melyek részegítőek
 
Elmenekülhetnék elhagyja a múltamat
Lelkiismeret furdalás nélkül
Csomag nélkül és szabad szívvel
Hangosan énekelve
 
Vigyél el a világ végére
Vigyél el a csodák országába
Nekem úgy tűnik hogy a nyomorúság
Kevésbé fájdalmas a Nap alatt
 

Because

Because you have blue eyes
And your hair enjoys challenging the sun
By its fiery glare
 
Because you are twenty years old
And you crunch the life just like a red fruit
Which we grab while laughing
 
You believe that everything is allowed for you and you can do anything that comes to your mind
You get sorry for an instant and are ready to start again
You play with my heart
Like a spoiled child
 
Who asks for a toy to smash it into pieces
Because you have too much love
You come to steal my nights from the depth of my sleep
And make my days cry
 
But take care darling ! I do not respond anything
If my reason goes astray and I lose patience
I can scratch our hearts by a spear from existence
So you are the sole aim and unique linkage
 
Because I do not have anyone but you
Heart is my only master
Love makes the law for us
Because you live in me
And nothing can replace the moments of happiness
And when I hold you in my arms
I do not give a damn neither to God , nor to men
I am ready to die, if you die one day
Because death is only a game compared to love
And life is nothing without the love it gives to us
 
Because I am at the doorstep
Of an eternal love
I do not want my heart
to mourn
Because
Because
Because
 

What no one does anymore

Come and discover with me
what no one does anymore
Stand cheek to cheek yeah,
heart to heart yeah,
and tighten as much as you can
your arms around me.
Stay here, against me,
stay here, beside me.
 
There are so many people, I know,
but, who sees them anymore?
let's suppose
the world is us,
at least until
the night ends.
Stay here, against me,
stay here, beside me.
 
Come on, come closer,
let go,
it's easy to be cheek to cheek, isn't it?
And to think that dancing like this
looked like something for old people to me.
I'll tell you, maybe they weren't so wrong,
fashion changes, love doesn't.
 
There are so many people, I know,
but, who sees them anymore?
let's suppose
the world is us,
at least until...
 
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You and Me

Versions: #2
You and Me
 
You and me
Two hearts that confound each other
At infinity's threshold
Far from the rest of the world
breathless and submissive
on the edge of bed
that is rocking
under you and me
 
You and me
free of lies
and weaned of taboos
when night is prolonged
between the gasps and turmoil
Our wildest dreams
invent a 'we'
 
At nightfall in our barren dreams
Love knew how to fill our silences
and we, these innocent children, cleansed of our yesterdays
become you and me, washed of our torments
 
Carry me
beyond the anguish
to the call of desire
from the heart of our fantasies
to the edge of desire
that God created
for you and me
 
I was without hope, you changed my fate
offering my life another chance
Words are only words, yours vibrated so loud
that when they spoke to my skin, they awoke my body
 
Love me
Make love to me again
Again and talk to me
for until dawn
at the font of our joy
my days drown
in you and me
 

They fell

They fell without knowing why
Men, women and children who only wanted to live
With heavy gestures like drunk men
Mutilated, massacred, eyes open with fear,
They fell while calling their God,
at the doorstep of their church or the step of their door.
In abandoned herds staggering in troops
Tortured by thirst, hunger, iron, fire.
Nobody raised their voice in a euphoric world.
While people were languishing in their blood
Europe discovered jazz and its music
The sound of trumpets covered the cries of their children.
They fell modestly without noise,
By thousands, by millions, without the world moving,
Becoming tiny red flowers in an instance,
Covered with sand by the wind and then forgotten.
They fell with their eyes full of sunshine,
Like a bird in flight dangles shattered
To die anywhere and without leaving a trace,
Ignored, forgotten in their last sleep.
They fell believing, innocently, that their children could continue their childhood,
That one day they would walk the lands of hope,
In countries open to men with reaching arms.
I am these people who sleep without burial,
Who chose to die without giving up their faith,
Who never bowed their heads to the insults,
Who survive despite all and do not complain.
They fell to enter the eternal night of time, in the end of their courage.
Death hit them without asking their age,
Because their fault was being the children of Armenia!
 

To love you

To love you is being in dream of your face
Day and night
It’s my skin dying in thirst for your skin
It is the lost spring which plays with my age
making my days full of hope and my nights restless
 
To love you is this torrent running in my veins
Which goes down into my heart to invade my days
It’s the hands of a prisoner that without help of chains
Kept me prisoner without need of a rescuer
 
It’s the echo of your name that sings in my ears
It’s all the things that I make in my dreams every time
It is the murmur of these thousand marvelous things that you are and the things you are not
 
To love you is also more intimate things
It is my body and yours under the sky of your bed
And these words which are whispered.
The sublime happiness makes me the almighty god in your nights
 
To love you is my body and my hands that pray you
It’s your elated aroma floating around me
To love you is all these things and even more
It is the desire of having you everlastingly in my arms
 
To love you is something in my flesh which burns me and draws
In my depths like a sky-blue square
From where escape the songs which happiness has declined
In heavenly harmonies of sweet and pure accents
 
To love you are these doubts that discourage me
This fear that you may leave me
Without leaving any trace of yourself
Excepts some memories like dead leaves
In my devastated joys and my crucified life
 
 
To Love you is the reason to live my life
And if you leave me without any hope of return
I will continue to love you my last craziness
By dying at your feet in the name of our love
 

With

With an eternal smile on your lips,
With a look reflecting loves1,
You're like the work of goldsmiths,
I love you, only you, my darling.
 
With your heart, so vulnerable,
With all the rage at times vexing you,
Don't know whether you're an angel or devil,
But my life has changed in you.
 
Those say say, and predict,
That we['ll] fight,
I ignore them and adore you,
Still yet more
 
With your new wave gestures,
With the strange way of using your language,
With the youth that your life has,
I'll want to protect you, darling.
 
With your thoughts in a thousand follies,
With your great love you spice life,
I found in you, a whole harmony,
And I'll always love you, my love.
 
With that modesty that is almost innocence,
With that candor of your unconsciousness,
With your maturity so close to childhood,
I'll always love you, my love.
 
With your thin skin, your loud voice,
Your child laugh, your personality2,
[Your] talking about no matter what,
All of this makes me live in you.
 

• 1. Or 'lovers'
• 2. Lit. 'personal being'

Us two and world against us

Us two and world against [us]
You know, it did not suit us
If I see only that expression
To die of love
 
All around every door is locked
Outside death only leads,
to which opposite I'm quiet
To die of love
 
To die of love,
going into darkness, I know what it means
And if it turns out to be a sin,
it was only with the body, but not against the spirit
 
How good, soon to never see you again,
the people who do not understand me
at least as much as I understand them
To die of love
 
And so she, who does not begrudge us happiness,
maybe burn the book,
I close it and bid good-bye
To die of love
 
They are the winners and losers
But with heads like yours
nobody probably ever considered
To die of love
 
To die of love
I'm not so attached to this world
Departing from you is difficult for me
I was me, you were you, but us two [together] were more
 
You were the spring, the clear brightness
I was already on the threshold of autumn
toward the last path on which I now go
To die of love
 

Who

Versions: #3
Who will graze your lips
And vibrating with fever
Discovering your body
Become your master
And in doing so give birth
To a new wellbeing
Another happiness?
 
Who will take over
To fulfil your dreams
And without remorse
Bursting with laughter
Know how to drive you
To better destroy me
In the depths of your heart?
 
Who can this other one be
Who will be this intruder
In everything that was ours
When I am no longer around?
 
Who will take your weakness
With caresses
And words of love
Covering with oblivion
Our crazy days?
Who will get your life
At the end of my days?
 
We live twenty years apart
Our love is excessive
And my heart is despairing
For these years
Because once my eyes are closed
Other eyes will look at you
And I'm fighting with these words
In my thoughts
 
Who, without you protesting,
Will perform the movements
That are just for us:
When I embrace you
When we are intertwined?
Who will take my place
Around your neck
 
Who will get to know your moments
Of sudden madness
Or even anger?
Who will get the chance
To have your presence
Often, when I think about it
I become jealous
 
Who? No one can say
Who? We know nothing about it
And my heart is tearing apart thinking that someone
 
Will take an 'I love you'
And through this 'I love you'
I already know
He'll take your lips
He'll take your bed
And bury me
For the second time
 

For You Armenia

Your springs will bloom again
Your beautiful days will be reborn
After the winter
After the hell
Will grow the tree of life
For you Armenia
 
Your seasons will sing again
Your children will build harder
After the horror
After the fear
God will heal your grounds of death
For you Armenia
 
The world got up
The world is with you
For you forgotton people
He has opened his heart
He has extended his arms
 
Your springs will bloom again
Your beautiful days will be reborn
After the winter
After the hell
Will grow the tree of life
For you Armenia
 
Your seasons will sing again
Your children will build harder
After the horror
After the fear
God will heal your grounds of death
For you Armenia
 
And even if you don't care about your own people
In your eyes I want to see
Armenia!
A glimmer of hope
 
A flame, a desire
To take your destiny
In your own hands
Head on
 
Your springs will bloom again
Your beautiful days will be reborn
After the winter
After the hell
Will grow the tree of life
For you Armenia
 
Your seasons will sing again
Your children will build harder
After the horror
After the fear
God will heal your grounds of death
For you Armenia
Armenia!
Hayastan!
 
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Stay with me

Versions: #2
Stay Stay with me
on my body
in my arms
intertwined
breathless
satisfied
light headed
 
rest in warmth
languishing, ('Alanguie' in the heat of the night
On my heart
With no modesty
frantic, almost nude
stay like this (it was 'reste ainsi')
 
On your desire ('sur ta faim sur ma vie'), on my life
in my hands ('Dans mes mains')
Disheveled , possessed,
Extended , relaxed
 
Stay right here
Without a word
On your joy
On my skin ('Sur ma peau dans l'espoir')- with the hope
In the dark, until day break ('Jusqu'au jour')
My love