A keresés eredménye oldal 45

Géraldine

Géraldine's long white arm
Dangles lasciviously off the bed.
My black tarantula patters,
approaching her.
I dreamed that the insect
was going to bite Géraldine.
But what is is that I imagine,
Géraldine broke it.
 
Géraldine I ha...love you!1
 
Géraldine is all alone,
Naked in her bathroom.
It's especially important that she won't scream
When she feels my hands
Seize her, pressing shut that throat
That belongs to no-one but me.
There we've got it, I'm going crazy,
What am I imagining!
 
Géraldine I ha...love you!
 
I stick my long knife
Into Géraldines left breast.
The red blood on the skin,
It's beautiful, it drips down.
Her terrified eyes look at me
For the last time.
Oh Géraldine take care,
Géraldine I've got more than you.
 
Géraldine I ha...love you!
 
Géraldine I imagine
Every evening, lying in bed,
That I kill you, I assassinate you,
I cut your throat, and I strangle you.
Oh, it's only because I love you.
And if you don't come back
I'll go to the extreme
I can't be held responsible for myself anymore.
 
Géraldine I ha...love you!
 

• 1. 'Je t'aime' means 'I love you' and 'Je t'hais' means 'I hate you'. Bill Deraime pronounces this line first as 'Je t'hais' and then adds '-me'.

You're not the way you were anymore

Winter's gonna come as in the old days
and the sky as always
the loneliest ones will dream in the station
the moon above...
I'll see two angels in the parking lot
just singers at the gate
the house at the corner will have
the colour of a morning...
 
But you're not
the way you were anymore
No, you're not
the way you were when you were mine...
You're not
the way you were anymore
No, you're not
the way you were when you were mine...
 
The bells will ring again
never late, as usually
the phone will ring the same way:
one-two-three...
We'll listen to the same jokes
we'll laugh all so much
and we'll be back for an hour
there in the past...
 
But you're not
the way you were anymore
No, you're not
the way you were when you were mine...
You're not
the way you were anymore
No, you're not
the way you were when you were mine...
 

Oh My Spring

Please go away
Don't look at me like that
I just want to be alone now
That's all I want
You won't have me doubting
Myself anymore
 
I don't care anymore
If you're going to condemn me
For seeking my own destiny
Or if on the day I leave
You're going to tangle me up as always
So that I have no path to follow
 
Oh my spring
Who ever shall give back to me
What I was before
Slowly
So that I can find a new path
Slowly, slowly, slowly
Like me
 
My future is a lie
My past haunts me and weighs me down
Now if I keep quiet down the line
I know that my mouth will burn
 
I shouldn't keep quiet
Because I'm on a quest to find
A slow path
I'm on a quest to find a slow path
I'm on a quest
To find you, to find me
And to find you on the way
Oh my spring
Who ever shall give back to me
What I was before
Slowly
When I breathed slowly
When I moved slowly
Slowly like me
When you loved me slowly
When you kissed me slowly
When you believed me slowly
Slowly like me
 

Companions

The best thing a man can do when he sees a woman kissing his son, when he sees a woman break winter´s teeth and break her back for others, is to give way. To look on intently. To stand up. Escandar said that wherever he looked, he could only see women fighting. Women bearing the load, opening, healing. Mothers who have their souls crushed bending down to remove the stones in your path, so I won´t trip over them.
 
You´ll always see them ready. She-wolves that milk and tend to their cubs, that tend to everything, mothers with open arms, open hearts, open souls. They are perfect by the mere fact of existing, of having been born, of returning that present for giving birth to another life. You should clap when you see them pass by, cleaning the world with their sons, with February on their backs, taking care of he house, of production, of life. They are everywhere, blazing a path, bringing you light, wiping the ghosts from your brow.
 
Women whose elbows get nailed so they won´t climb the social ladder fixed in place by men, because they owe themselves to the house. A world of men, women held back, patriarchal world, sick world, women cast out, women without a garden of Eden. Just loving, seeing the uneven distribution of power and keeping on loving. Women who love, gendered division of jobs, women who love, obstacles to advancement, unpaid jobs (to want and to shut up), women who love, competent but not outstanding, patriarchal world, sick world, sick world, sick world.
 
Poster woman for your enjoyment, for you to look upon, objectified women. Bombarded women: the tyranny of cosmetics, complex upon complex, sale upon sale.
 
Women we force to be mothers, lovers, flowerpots, ribs, Cinderella, cooks, whores, educators, Adam´s rib, doormat, 24/7, always perfect, rib and culprit, original sin, always ready the way I like them, the way men like them, always at hand. And not only rib, not only Mary Madeleine, and not only brothel, also burkha, Mad Juana, genital mutilation too, Joan of Arc, arranged marriages, Penelope too, Cassandra, also Pandora, also the guilt, not only the rib.
 
Domestic violence, with or without blows, justifications, customs, excuses, accepted societal norms, accpeted by everyone because we are not brave enough to restart to world, with them on the wheel, with us on the wheel, with everyone on the wheel, courts of law that forgive.
 
If you don´t see them, you are an idiot. They are fighting, breaking their bones for everyone. Many say it, that if they ruled the world, there would be no wars. None will push others to kill the son that other mother bore in her womb because only them know the endless pain of losing your offspring.They would never take the miracle of being a mother away from someone. Never. They would never.
 
I only want them to rest, for us to let them rest, that this century will, little by little, return them all they lost, their timetables, that they stop cleaning up our path, of solving our crosswords, they have enough with theirs, with their ghosts, let them forget mine, yours.
 
Frida´s mirror, Szymborska´s mirror, Rosa Parks mirror, the mothers of Plaza de Mazo, Mafalda, Femen, Simone de Beauvoir, women fighting against history, Mother Theresa´s hands, Indira Ghandi, Victoria Kent and his gaze on the prisoner. The example set, the marked path.
 
Mothers, women, sisters, partners, companions, eternal, companions, miracle, companions, without owners, companions, always, companions.
 

Monday

Monday, the first day in life without you
On the table there's coffee only for me
Your cup is empty and your seat is empty
Monday, the first day with silence everywhere around the house
But you know that my heart belongs to you
Why are you changing now the route?...
 
Monday, oh my God, how I hate that day
From now on, it will be a nightmare
Four wheels and a blank look on my face
On Monday I will not have your good morning wishes anymore
Your absence is driving me crazy
I can't handle being away from you
 
Monday, the first day I'm waking up without you
How I would like it all to be a lie
A bad dream I've seen
Monday, loneliness is a pistol with one bullet
That takes my hope even further
And shoots me right in the heart...
 

I Wish

I wish I were a watch, so as to wake you in the mornings
I wish I could own your sweet daybreak
I wish I were your shadow, to be forever by your side
I wish I were your angel to protect you from danger
 
I want to befriend your blanket and your bed
I want, baby, for this love I feel for you to never, never end
 
I wish I were a painter to paint you in my heart
I wish I were a poster of your favorite singer
I wish I were Da Vinci and you my Monalisa
I wish I were that joke that always makes you laugh
 
I wish I were the robber to steal your heart away
I wish I were your favorite clothing brand
I wish I were your diary, and I could spend my whole paycheck
On a trip to outer space that I saw yesterday in a magazine
 
I want to be the center of attention at your get-togethers
Bring you VIP style, sing you my songs
I want to be on God's side and to protect you
I want to be with you until death do us part...
 
uhh...
 
I want to befriend your blanket and your bed
I want, baby, for this love I feel for you to never, never end
 
I wish I were a painter to paint you in my heart
I wish I were a poster of your favorite singer
I wish I were Da Vinci and you my Monalisa
I wish I were that joke that always makes you laugh
 
I wish I were the robber to steal your heart
I wish I were your favorite clothing brand
I wish I were your diary, and I could spend my whole paycheck
On a trip to outer space that I saw yesterday in a magazine
 
I wish I were a painter to paint you in my heart
I wish I were a poster of your favorite singer
I wish I were Da Vinci and you my Monalisa
I wish I were that joke that always makes you laugh
 
I wish I were the robber to steal your heart
I wish I were your favorite clothing brand
I wish I were your diary, and I could spend my whole paycheck
On a trip to outer space that I saw yesterday in a magazine
 
Forever by your side, I want to be
Forever by your side...
 

I left for the sky

If only i had two arms, two swords
to cover you my love
So pain won't touch you
If only i was an eagle, if i had wings
to take you far away
so time won't find you
 
Our day left bitter
and it started getting dark
in my blood (is) singing
knot by kno, knot by knot it drips
 
I left for the sky
I chased the clouds
I talked to the starts.
I looked for south and north
to bring you happiness
but i was left with empty hands
 
Our day left bitter
and it started getting dark
in my blood (is) singing
knot by kno, knot by knot it drips
 
uwu

Be With Me

Sheebah
Nessim
Queen Karma
TNS
Oh watt
 
The reason why I call you baby baby
Is because you're a newborn to me
And I found myself not knowing
how to appreciate what I've never seen
Your love is unbelievable, unstoppable, unconditional
I do all this because u have proved to me
That you are personal possession of mine
 
I love you in a rare way
Dear, be with me
Even if others avail themselves to you
Refuse them and be with me
I love you in a rare way
Dear, be with me
Even if others avail themselves to you
Refuse them and be with me
 
The truth is you took my mind
With love issues I'm helplessly insane
That's why I don't know how to tease
I don't make you wait long, you're not Ofwondo Opondo
You're the ringtone to my phone call
I hear you from far in icall
When we are together it's a show
Like Beyoncé and Jay-Z
 
last time it was you who was telling me
That to you I smell good like a rose flower
But you are the water that I bathe
You make me so clean I can't get sick of you
 
I love you in a rare way
Dear, be with me
Even if others avail themselves to you
Refuse them and be with me
I love you in a rare way
Dear, be with me
Even if others avail themselves to you
Refuse them and be with me
 
I have never met someone like you
Among birds in the wild you're a dove
What will have to happen for me to leave you?
Come closer here it's my heart that has wanted you
It's not by force, it's not by force
We make love, not crime
Leave rumors, action and blow
I show love not advertisement
 
last time it was you who was telling me
That to you I smell good like a rose flower
But you are the water that I bathe
You make me so clean I can't get sick of you
 
I love you in a rare way
Dear, be with me
Even if others avail themselves to you
Refuse them and be with me
I love you in a rare way
Dear, be with me
Even if others avail themselves to you
Refuse them and be with me
 

My past loves

My past loves
my lost loves
beautiful like Sundays
my past happinesses
 
As I'm bringing you by my side
while it's getting late
in the ashes of your dreams
the bitter tears are being shed
 
My past loves
the years have taken you
sadnesses that brought yesterday,
it will be covered in snow
 

amazarashi - In the Darkness: To Leave and Never Return

Versions: #2
In the Darkness: To Leave and Never Return
 
Sucking on a piece of hard candy, in a school building the night before the war, jailed-up teenagers whistle the moonlit night.
 
And on the two-day-old newspaper that clings to the iron fences are the typical sensationalist headlines and smiles of a mother and father.
 
On the veranda of an apartment building, a pack of panty-raiding boys - steal the capitalism-glorifying lingerie.
 
In my case, I want to get in a little bit of trouble tonight, so I'm packing contraband CDs and a knife in my backpack.
 
Misery is continuing to act miserable, while being miserable all the while.
 
And my misery makes me boast about how miserable I am.
 
''If it's sunny out tomorrow, let's go play catch or something!'' - Catch this emotionally unstable curveball!
 
The days always pass us by, and they always leave us in the dust.
 
We missed the last train, and we're waiting for daybreak on the platform.
 
But we're such cowards, so we always cry as though we were the victims.
 
And we'll cry untill these excuse-like tears return to the sea.
 
It's like I'm driving a bomb-rigged truck down the rough roads of the Middle East with a speed far greater than merely hurrying toward death.
 
And though that's not really the reason, I'm going out on a journey.
 
There's exhaust gas in the headwinds, and I've got the Blue Hearts playing on cassette.
 
Tomorrow will take care of itself, just like it always does.
 
Our freedom always makes us run off at the mouth about how restrained we are.
 
If yesterday never comes back once it leaves, then on recycling day, it can take with it the thrown out heap of classified magazines.
 
The days always pass us by, and they always leave us in the dust.
 
We missed the last train, and we're waiting for daybreak on the platform.
 
But we're such cowards, so we always cry as though we were the victims.
 
And we'll cry untill these excuse-like tears return to the sea.
 
Until they return to the sea.
 
Until they return to the sea.
 
''Do we keep going? Do we turn back?'' We can't look back ever again!
 
''Do we keep going? Do we turn back?'' Once you stand still, it's over!
 
Like empty soda cans that didn't make it into the park trash bin - Look! Our unfulfilled dreams from way back when are littered on the ground.
 
The days always pass us by, and they always leave us in the dust.
 
We missed the last train, and we're waiting for daybreak on the platform.
 
But we're such cowards, so we always cry as though we were the victims.
 
And we'll cry untill these excuse-like tears return to the sea.
 
Until they return to the sea.
 
Until they return to the sea.
 

Mire készülsz?
Tudnom kell az életedről
Valaki, aki a napjaidról mesél
Sötét van és tudnom kell
 
Mire készülsz?
Az egész életemet megváltoztattad anélkül, hogy tudnád
Mert a béke miatt elfelejtettél
Nem tudom hogy kedvelnél e jobban mint én téged
 
Gyere,szomjazok arra hogy szeresselek
Jót teszel nekem
Fel akarok ébredni
Veled szerelmem
Szeretném, ha boldog lennél
 
Gyere, az idő megy
És elmúlik
Az élet elhagy minket
Tudnom kell
Mire készülsz?
 
Mire készülsz?
Az egész életemet megváltoztattad anélkül, hogy tudnád
Mert a béke miatt elfelejtettél
Nem tudom hogy kedvelnél e jobban mint én téged
 
Gyere,szomjazok arra hogy szeresselek
Jót teszel nekem
Veled akarok felébredni szerelmem
Szeretném, ha boldog lennél
 
Gyere az idő megyen és elmúlik
Az élet elhagy minket
Tudnom kell...
Mire készülsz?
 

I dreamed while it lasted

Once upon a time, when all was easy
There were kind men
Where were gentle voices
A loving word was always right
The world was like a song
Like a song that no one forgets
Now it's gone
What was once upon a time
 
I dreamed while it lasted
Of roads nothing could block
Of an eternal love
Of a gentle and good lord
 
When i was young and full of courage
And no dream was dreamt for nothing
I knew nothing about the ransom
There since bitterly would be demanded
 
But in the night silent deep
The tiger comes and eats
And they tear apart your hope
So your happiness perish
 
One summer he was here so shortly
He filled the days with joys
He took my childhood away with him
When he disapeared and got free
 
I still dream about his mouth
About the life we will live together
But the dreams' ship has crashed on land
And broken by storms and the shame
 
My life in the dreams' short moment
Is free from reality's hell
A heavenly light, an extinguished spark
My life has killed my dream, at last
 

Chacarera of the clucking

I had a hen
that complained with the cock:
'What a disgrace to be barefoot!'
from time to time she shouted at him.
 
The cock, half annoyed,
stopped to answer:
'Shoes with (having you) so many fingers,
where do you want to get that from? '
 
'You come with your graces
if I tell you the truth',
she said, 'If you don't buy me today
our friendship is over '.
 
The cock, very serene,
telling her he strolled:
'Barefoot I've met you,
today you prentend to be delicate'.
 
'You are a great deceiver,
you are always deceiving me,
you don't even remember your offsprings!
I maintain them rummaging (with effort) '
 
The cock said: 'Lately
I am constantly tolerating,
yesterday the ashe-coloured cock
was dragging your wing '
 
'Maybe because I'm already old,
you prefer the young one
no wonder now the chicks
(they all) come out grey'.
 
The hen told him:
'So far you have not learnt
when one looks at another
they always look alike'.
 

The story of a suffered one

This story of a suffered
I narrate in my chacarera
some struggles have come up
between this one and Palito Ortega.
 
Thirteen years just turned
already a man he absented himself
he arrived lost in Retiro
and some couplets he recited.
 
Already hot, he went away
the little foreigner,
also on radio and TV
setting fire couplets.
 
Then he went to Chile
through those long roads
he runs like a drum and hit it
the spell of being alive.
 
Let's go with the second!
 
Again in Buenos Aires
with the heart broken into pieces,
willing to return to hometown
disappointed by failure.
 
He had an extended trick
with a human feeling
he said 'I'll take you home',
it was his friend Dino Ramos.
 
And so his life to the stick
was already fencing him
when a day in rezadito
he already was received recording
on the prestigious hill
Palito* was baptized
because he was idol I was going to see him
I had already fathomed it.
 

The peasant's chacarera

They have praised it so much
that I finally resolved:
in order to get to know Buenos Aires
I went to that place (litteral translation: there).
 
Arriving in that Retiro
I got down there without further ado,
where the people were going
I also directed myself.
 
Those trolleys and trains
oh, electricity!
Mum of mine, oh what a danger
they are for traveling!
 
Cars pass and pass,
they pass without any stop,
I've stayed a whole day
without being able to cross (the street)!
 
In that subway they say
I went to nose about,
some things like sticks
I started to push.
 
Anyone can think:
'Sticks of corral',
if you don't give it coin
it doesn't let you pass.
 
There are trains in that hole
just like not to believe it,
if you saw: these are like bullets
to run!
 
Who may have invented that,
Súpay* may have been (who invented it)!
Man's intelligence
I can't believe it.
 

The hoarse one

First!
 
An Atamisqueño violin
trunk of couplet nights
I bring for the memory
this chacarera.
 
Guitar of hoarse voices
tapped my blood
gut strings united
and primas of wire.
 
She is the voice of rococo
about the colour of the west
torrent of the Sweet River (Mishqui Mayu)
voice of the growing river.
 
My hoarse chacarera
you will be my company
because hoarse are the couplets
of this pain of mine.
 
Second!
 
In!
 
And hoarse in the voice of man
who walks with his lost love
and his heart that sings
mutilated with wine.
 
Very hoarse she gave me her mouth,
hoarse as she knows how to love me,
very hoarse she told me at the time:
'You'll have to forget me.'
 
Hoarse is the voice of absence,
hoarse is the voice of consolation,
hoarse in the lip that comes up
behind your handkerchief.
 
My hoarse chacarera
you will be my company
because hoarse are the couplets
of this pain of mine.
 

Chacarera for my return

I left my singing land
in order to visit other places,
I go there through the roads
but my soul is in Santiago.
 
Since then I live alone
on the streets of life,
silent shadows that pass by,
guitars full of wounds.
 
Guitar full of wounds
and a song inside my chest is crying, crying.
 
When I go back
I don't know how nor when
the flame there shall tell you
how much I've longed for you.
 
From your distance to mine
there is a wooden cross,
a rose that you have left
and a dance of chacareras.
 
And a dance of chacareras
under this starry sky
where the drums sing like the cocuyos
with the wind and the sachayo.
 
And when sleeping, the night falls
over the foam of the river
on the wings of an ochkobo
so as not to die of coldness.
 
When I go back
I don't know how nor when
the flame there shall tell you
how much I've longed for you.
 

You Are

Can I love you?
Can I softly hug you?
The lights were turned off in my dark heart
Then you came in like a star
 
The path of tears that I walked on every day
My long days that were only filled with worries
You filled them up without any empty spaces
Then I was colored with a white light
 
I was so happy, it felt like a dream
So my held back tears spilled out
The path of spring, the waiting of winter
Was it like my heart?
 
Even if this love blooms and withers in one moment
Even if it becomes a unstopping, sad rain
I won’t step backwards like a fool
Cause you’re my everything
 
I close my eyes but you don’t fade
I turn around but you don’t get far away
In my frozen heart that avoided love
You came in
 
I was so happy, it felt like a dream
So my held back tears spilled out
The path of spring, the waiting of winter
Was it like my heart?
 
Even if you leave me like the passing wind
Even if goodbye becomes a painful word
I won’t regret you like a fool
Cause you’re my destiny
 
I am looking at you
I am in love with you
Without you, I can’t be me
Do you know?
 
It’s you I love
It’s you I love
It’s you I love
It’s you I love
 

Dirty hit

[Adelaïde]
There are these lines you drop, cheap guy lines
Lines I forget about as I'm plastered at night
and your body wriggling just to please me.
But, you know, I bite your imaginary dreams.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
There are bugs in my head
Imaginary dreams
There are bugs in my head
when I stub out a cig.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
Everybody goes postal here
You're a hundred times too sexy
You put a bug in our entrails
You're a hundred times too fuckable
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
 
[Roméo Elvis]
I'm lacking apps like the cell phones
You fixed the evil I left behind
You're a thousand times too sexy for me to feel down
But you're the one in control there, and you know it
You keep dancing on dirty hits, you put on an XL sweater but your tits show all the same.
I could be your handsome, I could vice car you
You light up all the flames, I'm meek like a moron.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
Everybody goes postal here
You're a hundred times too sexy
You put a bug in our entrails
You're a hundred times too fuckable
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
 
[Adelaïde]
There are hundreds of warriors
willing to chance everything for me,
to bleed for the glory
of seeing my body next to them
tonight.
A deep-rooted thought that ends up driving them mad.
My smell like an altar, others are blasphemies
Everybody goes postal here
I'm a hundred times too sexy.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
Everybody goes postal here
You're a hundred times too sexy
You put a bug in our entrails
You're a hundred times too fuckable
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
 
[Adelaïde, Romeo, Elvis & Raphaël]
You keep dancing on dirty hits
(Everybody goes postal here)
You keep dancing on dirty hits
(You're a hundred times too sexy)
You keep dancing on dirty hits, you put on an XL sweater but your tits show all the same.
I could be your handsome, I could vice car you
You light up all the flames, I'm meek like a moron.
 

My Call for You

My longing for the past
And the reminiscence of our happiness
Are playing a double game with me
And I'm bringing back from oblivion
Every moment of time
 
My call for you will be a cry of love
And the wind will play along a nostalgic song
My call for you shall be like a ray of sun
That will make our love flourish again
 
Questions, whether my life will be worthwhile
If it keeps going on like this without you
Days that are nothing more than dreams
My life is an empty room
Reality is nothing but a silhouette to me
 
My call for you will be a cry of love
And the wind will play along a nostalgic song
My call for you shall be like a ray of sun
That will make our love flourish again
 
Oh... my call for you will be a cry of love
And the wind will play along a nostalgic song
My call for you shall be like a ray of sun
That will make our love flourish again
 
That will make our love flourish again
 

With No End

War, war and anger
Love, love like blood
Poisoned by words
Life, life's just a flash
There's night ahead of us
There's world ahead of us
There's world ahead of us
 
With no end
With no end
 

The Comma

Hold me.
Tie me.
The rope is swinging me by its arms.
 
You, a comma in suit,
Catch me in the posthumous!
Get me ready for the journey!1
 
[As a] ground recruit, they gave me the attestation,
[As a] ground recruit, the cruel furrow is my bed.
[As a ] cave explorer, I build a dugout into my thought,
A very deep one, a very deep one.
 
Hold me, tie me!
[You] rope, by your arms, swing me!
Call me! Call me,
[You] long-haired2 comma with no fear.
Heart, forgive me!
[I have] my mouth shut3, I'm on the border.
Hold me, tie me!
 
The light pours wax into my eyes,
Crazy butterflies shake their wings in my chest,
A moth from inside my heart, like in a train station,
Slowly eats me alive, slowly eats me alive.
 
Hold me, tie me!
[You] rope, by your arms, swing me!
Call me! Call me,
[You] long-haired comma with no fear.
Heart, forgive me!
[I have] my mouth shut, I'm on the border.
Hold me, tie me!
 

• 1. literally 'Dress me up for the road [trip]!'
• 2. 'lațe' means long unaestethic head hair
• 3. literally '[I have] my mouth barbed'

Tricoloured Dream

Red, blue and apricot -
Colors of Armenian independence.
I saw a dream, that self-sufficient
Armenia becomes again
 
That in all its splendor will flourish
Its blooming fields,
And from the beginning starts live
Armenian nation by its destiny
 
That and the azure skies
Masis will finally smile,
Because freely it will live...
Oh, would it stay a dream indeed?..
 
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Александр Листенгорт Ալեքսանդր Լիստենգորթ Alexander Listengort אלכסנדר ליסטנגורט

When the sun dies (zamba)

In!
 
It breaks into
silver pieces at night
a thousand flakes of moons go lighting it
and the melody takes me in the wind
bringing the accent of an old singing.
 
The land wakes up
of its pure dreams,
dew drops
go watering it,
a bright old man
lights up in the distance
filling the emptiness
of my loneliness.
 
Destiny of star when it dies,
the light goes out at dawn,
but it will be reborn again
when the sun dies tomorrow.
 
In!
 
Its eyes will shine
bringing reflection,
dressing the night with a blue poncho
counting stars it will have a hope
dreaming in a bed covered with tulle.
 
Memories will pour out
carrying in time
towards infinity
a love song.
In open courses
marking a destiny
looking for a way
of light and colour.
 
Destiny of star when it dies,
the light goes out at dawn,
but it will be reborn again
when the sun dies tomorrow.
 

Delia the Cumbia Woman

Here comes Delia
Oh, the Black Cumbia Woman
Here comes Delia,
Oh, the Black Cumbia Woman
 
And behind her is the black man
So that you light the candles
And behind her is the black man
So that you light the candles
 
If you want to, let's go dancing (Delia)
If you want to, let's go have fun (Delia)
If you want to, let's go dancing (Delia)
Oh, if you want to, let's go party (Delia)
 
If you want to, let's go have fun (Delia)
Oh Delia, let's go dance (Delia)
To the rhythm of my cumbia (Delia)
If you want to, let's go party
If you want to, let's go dancing
If you want to, let's have fun
If you want to, let's go dancing
If you want to, let's go have fun
 
Light the candles at once
For here comes the Cumbia Woman
Oh, light the candles now
For here comes the Cumbia Woman
So that you may see her dance
In that nice circle
So that you may see her dance
In that nice circle
 
Oh
If you want to, let's go dancing (Delia)
If you want to, let's go have fun (Delia)
If you want to, let's go dancing (Delia)
Oh, if you want to, let's go out on the town (Delia)
 
To the rhythm of my cumbia (Delia)
Oh, Delia, let's have fun (Delia)
To the rhythm of my cumbia (Delia)
If you want to, let's go out on the town
 
If you want to, let's go dancing
If you want to, let's go have fun
If you want to, let's go dancing
If you want to, let's go have fun
 
Open the circle now
For the Cumbia Man is here
Oh, open the circle now
For the Cumbia Man is here
So that you may see him dance to the pace of the drummer
So that you may see him dance to the pace of the drummer
 
Oh
If you want to, let's go dancing (Delia)
If you want to, let's go have fun (Delia)
If you want to, let's go dancing (Delia)
If you want to, let's go have fun (Delia)
To the rhythm of this cumbia (Delia)
Oh, Delia, let's go dance (Delia)
To the rhythm of my cumbia (Delia)
Because I am inviting you to have fun (Delia)
 
[Wahh!
Wahh!]
[Colombian cumbia,
with the Latin Brothers]
 

The Washerwomen

Cumbia!
How delightful!
How delightful!
 
A richman sustains himself with money
The washerwoman, with dirt
She resigns herself to looking at
Clothes on the clothesline
 
Happily she waits for summer
She asks God for it not to rain
So that she may dry
Her clientele's laundry
 
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
 
¡María Cristina!
...
How delightful!
How delightful!
 
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
She takes the laundry out to dry
And on Monday morning
The black woman is washing laundry again
 
Every now and then, some tobacco
To reduce the sopping
Also to forget those sorrows
Which life has left her with
 
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
 
Cumbia!
...
 
Her boss is soap
Her office is in the ravine
Her future is in her hands
Which are always wet
 
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
 
Old Man Beto!
Don't you go saying later
That I didn't
Invite you to my party!
 

Bumeráng

Mint egy bum bum bum bum bumeráng,
Mindig visszajövök hozzád újra.
Mint egy bum bum bum bum bumeráng,
Egyre közelebb jövök hozzád.
Olyan gyorsan repülök, ahogy tudok
A te röppályádba,
Csak ott maradok, és egyszer
El fogsz engem kapni.
 

Mislead child

The Phantom:
Mislead child
Lost and lonely
Guided by me, you must
 
Christine:
Are you my father
A friend, and angel
Or Phantom
Say it
 
The Phantom:
Don't you remember your angel?
 
Christine:
Angel oh speak, your voices melancholy
Is like a silent echo
 
The Phantom:
Miserably you had to forsake
Wander far away from me
I your soul, you have to follow me
 
Christine:
Though reason will deny
I have to follow you
 
The Phantom:
I am your angel
You were faithless
Abandoned all beauty
I am your angel
Your protecter
Come to me now angel
 
Christine:
Master and angel
I were faithless
Abandoned all beauty
Master and angel
My protector
Come to me now angel
 
The Phantom:
I am your master and angel
Come to the angel of music
 
Raoul:
Let her go
She has her freedom, so let her go
It's for nothing
Never shall she belong to you
 

My prayer to you

Raoul:
Forget now all the darkness
Drive away your dark fear
For I, will defend you
Here lies no danger
 
Find with me your freedom
Let the day come safely
For I, I take care of you
So nothing evil can reach you
 
Christine:
Say you love me now and forever
Lead me out of this solitude
Promise me, you will be at my side
Take my hand, never let go of me
That's my prayer to you
 
Raoul:
Give me all your trust
Come to me all new
Be safe, no one can see you
And nothing evil can happen to you
 
Christine:
I want to feel freedom
See the dawn break
And you, you take care of me
So nothing dark can reach me
 
Raoul:
So take my love and trust forever
Follow me out of the darkness' solitude
Promise me, you will share life with me
Trusting, when fate show the way
Christine, that's my prayer to you
 
Christine:
Take my love and trust forever
Take my hand and I will follow you
 
Both:
Share with me every night, every day, forever!
 
Christine:
Say, you love...
 
Raoul:
...I swear I do!
 
Both:
Love me, that's my prayer to you
 
Trusting, when fate shows the way
Love me, that's my prayer to you
 

If only you were here with me again

You were always my protector
Were my whole world
Your were both friend and father
Followed my every move
 
If only you were here with me again
If you were only near
Many times deep in my doze
There you are still here
 
If only your voice sounded for me again
Full of love and comfort
Does it help me, to dream of you?
Do i get an angel's voice?
 
Cold stone and marble angels
Are symbols' of pain
Distant from all warm memories
That are in my heart
 
Sorrow in my mind, bleached my kind
Of longing after you
 
If only you were here with me again
Ready to let me go
What we have had, shall give me power
To go my own way
 
No more tears
No bitterness
Do not dwell on all the pain i suffered
 
Let me let you go
Let me let you go
 

The Nights Music

The night's hours, sharpens fantasies,
the darkness awakens forgotten harmonies
Defenceless you stop, seduced by your senses
 
Cautiously, slowly, the night's shadow falls
Grab it, feel it, lovely as a jewlery
Turn you without fear, away from the day's garish light
Forget the harsh day from this moment
And listen to the night's luring music
 
Give yourself to your inner and hidden dream
That you knew, but never dared to see
Give yourself, let your soul take wing
And you will live for the very first time
 
As a caress, my sounds pour
Hear them, give them, life in your songs
Say goodbye to all, that reason has told
Surrender to a mysterious logic
To the night's dark, compelling music
 
Go on a journey into the dreams mystery
Put yourself beyond both time and space
Give yourself to your inner, true self
First there you become one with me
 
Come, intoxicate yourself sweet in harmonies
Come, touch me, i am your savior
Obey the dreams command, let your inner sing out
Then you understand the eternal mystery
That lives in the night's mighty music
 
You alone make my song unique
Help me give the night its music
 

Boomerang

I can not (live) with out without you.
I don't know why we always try to start fresh. (1)
Even our friends haven't been able to undersand for awhile,
why we constantly go back and forth (2)
 
But when you are not here, I'm dried out
I simply can't sleep and don't feel good
and even though I obviously already know that it doesn't work
Ey, I'm already on the way to you
 
Because I am like a boomerang
I come back to you for a life time
Doesn't matter where you go, you attract me
Like a boomerang, I always come back to you.
 
Fly over forests, over deserts and the ocean
However I find it difficult to hold my kiss
I do my best to try and fight back
However physics simply always has its boundries
 
But when you are not here, I'm dried out
I simply can't sleep and don't feel good
and even though I obviously already know that it doesn't work
Ey, I'm already on the way to you
 
Because I am like a boomerang
I come back to you for a life time
Doesn't matter where you go, you attract me
Like a boomerang, I always come back
Because I am like a boomerang
I come back to you for a life time
Doesn't matter where you go, you attract me
Like a boomerang, I always come back to you.
 
Because I am like a boomerang
I come back to you for a life time
Doesn't matter where you go, you attract me
Like a boomerang, like a boomerang
 
Because I am like a boomerang
I come back to you for a life time
Doesn't matter where you go, you attract me
Like a boomerang, I always come back
Because I am like a boomerang
I come back to you for a life time
Doesn't matter where you go, you attract me
Like a boomerang, I always come back to you.