A keresés eredménye

Ay Carmela

We're against the oppressors
And their supporters
Legionnaires1 and fascists
Ay Carmela
Ay Carmela
Legionnaires1 and fascists
Ay Carmela
Ay Carmela
 
There's only one wish
That fascists no more exists
We don't have planes
Tanks nor trucks
Ay Carmela
We're running out of ammunition
A cold wind blows through the battlefield
Ay Carmela
 
They can't bomb us at all
There's no storm nor rain
Where this song is heard
Ay Carmela
Ay Carmela
There2, the heart wins
Ay Carmela
Ay Carmela
 

• 2. where the song is heard

Black Spirits

There are three spirits to lead you
To lead you out of freedom
 
First one to flatter you
That you're grander than others
A mask grows on your face
Touches become harsh
 
Second one tells you you're missing some
What someone steals from you
Your portion is too small
Because they act behind your back
 
Black spirits, black spirits
You're gone, but still you're here
 
Third one is from the passion empire
Firing up longing in the body
To drink blood, to eat meat
Like I am becomes from I eat
 
Like I am becomes from I eat
 
Black spirits, black spirits
You're gone, but still you're here
 

You are asking in vain - concert version

How many times did you watch when
young men returned from the duel
and each wanted a kiss
to wash his face?
 
the first one would be too rough
and the other would have too many wounds
neither to your arrogant heart
dear is not
 
the light on your window often
fades before the first rays of the day
when there is no one out there to peek
The bed is hard and the night is long
look at what weather is coming
and at home there is no pigeon to caress you
 
heavy rains are coming
through your window
only poplars are visible
over the city lightning strikes
 
you are asking in vain, who is coming...
 
fools in the mountains
brigands through the gates
 
the light on your window often
fades before the first rays of the day
when there is no one out there to peek
the bed is hard and the night is long
look at what weather is coming
and at home there is no pigeon to caress you
 
old guards are yawning
through your window
only poplars are visible
distant men are singing
 
you are asking in vain, who is coming
 
fools in the mountains
brigands through the gates
 
turn off everything
and be happy
as love has
just begun for us!