A keresés eredménye

Here I Was Born

Here I was born. Here I shall die.
The old forest will sing songs over me.
Here I lived. I sang songs to you.
I love you, Motherland! I gave you my heart!
 
Here I was born - in proud Balkans.
I drank morning dew from a clean spring
And then I chose freedom in myself -
To love you, to stay here until the end.
 
Here I was born. Here I shall die.
The old forest will sing songs over me.
Here I lived. I sang songs to you.
I love you, Motherland! I gave you my heart!
 
My soul will fly away there -
To the silver northern stars,
But I shall return here again
To stop the wind - a century-old beech.
 
Here I was born. Here I shall die.
The old forest will sing songs over me.
Here I lived. I sang songs to you.
I love you, Motherland! I gave you my heart!
 

The last episode

Do you remember? Together forever.
Whatever happens,
you stay in my soul,
but did you really love me?
I'll not judge you, let the Lord forgive you.
You hurt me and don't regret.
Don't you have a soul to erase me?
Remember, you have to pay and if you suffer, it means you deserve it.
 
[Chorus:]
Please, stop, don't say anything.
I got tired from your roles.
End up with your films and scenes.
There is no sequel.
I'll tell you the last episode.
In this world, sooner or later,
when it gets hard, we are alone. (×2)
 
Are you accustomed to?
Are you accustomed to be without me?
Tell me, now the other man sleeps on my place next to you?
Don't enough I give you every part of me?
Don't you see I fall apart, but you don't care.
You hurt me, and don't regret it.
Don't you have a soul to erase me?
Remember, you have to pay and if you suffer, it means you deserve it.
 

Epizodia*

My sign is hoary
In a wave I titled
My profound sorrow
I stenographed
 
Crucified in waves
Towards ports in the ether I emit
 
My sign is a stigma
By stars usurped
Beneath the ribs, the heart
Barks syncopated
 
I rusted the wreck
On the wave epizodes
Crucified in waves
Towards all the ports I emit
 
Hearts broken in slaughterhouses
The heavy waves pass like axes
White birds in circles like sonars
In thoughts with black beaks, treason
Towards the radars a question
How many tears make a sea
Pour salt into my capillaries
My sign is sentencing
 
I don`t want stone statues
Only stones I sowed
I feel the sign is inferno
Wrongfully I raised it
 
Hoarse signals
On the wave* epizodes
Crucified in waves
Towards all the ports I emit
 
Hearts broken in slaughterhouses
The heavy waves pass like axes
White birds in circles like sonars
In thoughts with black beaks, treason
Towards the radars a question
How many tears make a sea
Pour salt into my capillaries
My sign is sentencing
 
Hearts broken in slaughterhouses
The heavy waves pass like axes
White birds in circles like sonars
In thoughts with black beaks, treason
Towards the radars a question
How many tears make a sea
Pour salt into my capillaries
My sign is sentencing