A keresés eredménye

I love you, you see..

I'm not the type to offer you flowers,
I cannot speak of love with art
For, perhaps, I have in my heart
More tenderness than lengthy words.
Often, you know, I wish I held
you lovingly between my arms,
Yet, I hold back, telling myself
that you will mock me or will laugh.
 
I love you, you see, although I don't say it..
I love only you, although you don't know it..
I love you, you see, more and more every day,
I love only you, as the rules of love say.
 
I'm hopeless at comforting you
When I see you're in a sad mood,
I could kick myself for losing
my temper, being so clumsy.
At night-time, when you start sleeping,
When I know you are too tired,
Although I dream of your body,
I never dare to wake it up.
 
I love you, you see, although I don't say it..
I love only you, although you don't know it..
I love you, you see, more and more every day,
I love only you, as the rules of love say.
I love you, you see, although I don't say it..
I love only you, although you don't know it..
I love you, you see, more and more every day,
I love only you, as the rules of love say.
 

You must not cry like this

You must not cry this way,
In a month, tomorrow,
You'll think of it no more.
 
You must not cry this way,
It' s for you that, today,
We, friends, have come in.
 
If you want, say nothing,
but dry a bit those eyes,
Don't believe, above all,
that we don't care at all..
You know,
Crying is of no use.
Let your pain sleep for a while
in some nook.
 
You must not cry this way
Cry for whom? for what ?
for some vague memories,
 
for some vague words of love,
at random in a yard
that go away to die.
 
If you want, say nothing,
but dry a bit those eyes,
Don't believe, above all,
that we don't care at all..
You know,
Crying is of no use.
Let your pain sleep for a while
in some nook.
 
You must not cry like this,
Tomorrow, you will be
the one comforting us
 
You'll call in, and make us believe that everything
can be forgotten.
 
But, for now, keep silent,
We'll do all the talking
and don't go believing
that we don't care at all,
you know:
 
Crying is of no use.
Let your pain sleep for a while
in a nook.
 

My old man

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In his old worn-out overcoat,
He would go out, summer ,winter,
In the chilly hours of dawn
My old man.
 
There was just one Sunday a week
The rest of the days, he would work
To make money by any means
My old man.
 
In summer, we went to the sea,
You see, it wasn't misery.
It wasn't paradise either
It's true, too Bad...
 
In his old worn-out overcoat
For countless endless years he took
The same suburb bus to his home
My old man
 
At night, when he got back from work
He would sit down without a word,
He belonged to the silent type
My old man.
 
Our Sundays were monotonous.
We never received any guest.
He wasn't unhappy for that
I Guess, my old man.
 
In his old worn-out overcoat
On paydays, when he got back home
You could hear him shout a little,
My old man.
 
To us, it was the same old song
The rich, bosses : the list was long,
Left wing, right wing, and even God,
With my old man.
 
At home, there was no tv-set,
It's outside that I tried to get,
For a few hours, some escape,
You know, how dumb !
 
To think that I spent years and years
Near him , not giving him a glance,
The two of us barely opened
Their eyes.
 
I might have, no need to be wise,
Walked with him for a little while,
It might have made him happier,
My old man.
 
But when you are only fifteen,
You don't have a Heart that is Big
Enough to hold all of these things,
You see...
 
And now that he's gone far, has left,
Thinking on this, I tell myself:
How I wish he were here by my side,
Dad....