A keresés eredménye oldal 5

hiányzol

nekem, nemet kellett volna mondanom neked
mert a szívem szenved, és haldoklik
és te tudod, hogy ezt mind te csináltad
most nem vagyok jól
 
én, ha visszatérhetnék egy órával előbbre
nem, nem hagynám, hogy akár csak egy napig is szenvedj
csak még egyszer csókolj meg a végén
most nem vagyok jól
 
halló, mondd, hogy halló,
hallgass, hogy tudjam, nem érdekel téged
halló, csak egy kicsit
csak kicsit, mondd
rampampampampa
 
ej, ha csak tudnád, mit művelsz velem,
te vagy a világom, örömöm, boldogságom, életem
de én csak azt akarom, hogy visszaadd a szívem
mióta nem vagy az enyém, nem vagyok önmagamé, csak fájdalmam van
 
hiányzol, mit csinálsz velem?
nélküled végig csak pánikban vagyok
függök, függök tőled
nélküled nem tudom elképzelni az életem
 
te, nem is tudod, min megyek keresztül
az éjszaka közepén, mikor válaszolsz
és így nem hagyod, hogy elfelejtselek
nem, nem bírom nélküled
 
én, éjjel kóborlok, mint egy sebzett szörnyeteg
keresem a szerelmet, amely elaludt
nem, nem vagyok képes elfelejteni téged
nem vagyok jól
 
halló, mondd, hogy halló,
hallgass, hogy tudjam, nem érdekel téged
halló, csak egy kicsit
csak kicsit, mondd
rampampampampa
 
ej, ha csak tudnád, mit művelsz velem,
te vagy a világom, örömöm, boldogságom, életem
de én csak azt akarom, hogy visszaadd a szívem
mióta nem vagy az enyém, nem vagyok
önmagamé, csak fájdalmam van
 
hiányzol, mit csinálsz velem?
nélküled végig csak pánikban vagyok
függök, függök tőled
nélküled nem tudom elképzelni az életem
 
o lelelelej aaaaa
 
ej, ha csak tudnád, mit művelsz velem,
te vagy a világom, örömöm, boldogságom, életem
de én csak azt akarom, hogy visszaadd a szívem
mióta nem vagy az enyém, nem vagyok önmagamé, csak fájdalmam van
 
hiányzol, mit csinálsz velem?
nélküled végig csak pánikban vagyok
függök, függök tőled
nélküled nem tudom elképzelni az életem
 
o lelelelej aaaaa
aaaa, aaaa, aaaa, aaaa
leo lei lei lei leeei
 

André

André Balaceo feels shivers on his spine,
it's not the weather's fault, just a little bit the rain's fault.
His scarf is wet, shit!
I should've put on a K-Way, he thinks,
so he wears one.
 
Since friends are expensive, he doesn't have any,
he's up to scarifying everything so he could get himself some.
On the table, you see,
there's always a packet of toasts in case he receives (friends at home).
 
In Paris, when it's grey, it's dark
And when it's minus three (Celsius), it's cold.
Elegance is not important unless we think it is.
He discovers all of that.
 
It's after passing in front of a window pane
that he realizes he's dressed like Santana.
He's ashamed, a little,
he knows he can't do any better.
 
He shouldn't think about his clothes like that
'I can't go out wearing this, or that'.
They shouldn't put mirrors,
we should live in drawers.
 
In Paris, when it's grey, it's dark
And when it's minus three (Celsius), it's cold.
Elegance is not important unless we think it is.
 
In Paris, when it's grey, it's dark
And when it's minus three (Celsius), it's cold.
When it's minus three (Celsius), it's cold,
when it's less cold, it's three (Celsius).
 
In Paris, when it's grey, it's dark
And when it's minus three (Celsius), it's cold.
Elegance...
 
In Paris, when it's grey, it's dark
And when it's cold, it's minus three (Celsius).
Elegance is not important unless we think it is.
He discovers all of that.
 
'Should I go out? Shouldn't I go out?
And all of that will be of any use if I don't change my clothes?'
And then he takes off his K-Way:
he's a little less ugly.
 
The jacket, the burgundy tracksuit, the turtleneck,
the Clark shoes and the wrinkled polyester pants.
Oh my God, he's so handsome!
It was the K-Way making him look ugly.
Oh my God, he's so handsome!
It was the K-Way making him look ugly.
He discovers all of that.
 
In Paris, when it's grey, it's dark
And when it's cold, it's minus three (Celsius).
Elegance is not important unless we think it is.
 
In Paris, when it's grey, it's dark
And when it's minus three (Celsius), it's cold.
Elegance is not important unless we think it is.
He discovers all of that.
 
Yeah, I'm leaving.
We're leaving.
 

The usual

I woke up and bade my heart good morning
Dawn is breaking outside, but my life isn't changing
It just seems like another difficult Monday
 
When will you return?
You have to answer me
I changed my entire world for you
When will you return?
Come on, don't be late
And if you ask what I'm doing, if you ask about me
 
It's the usual
It's the usual
Everything's the same if you're not here
The usual far away from you
I died tonight, just to see you again
 
I thought of you before I had my first cup of coffee1
The thought of me being in your life, and I felt better than I ever had
 
When will you return?
You have to answer me
I changed my entire world for you
When will you return?
Come on, don't be late
And if you ask what I'm doing, if you ask about me
 
It's the usual
It's the usual
Everything's the same if you're not here
The usual far away from you
I died tonight, just to see you again
 

• 1. Literally, the thought of the subject of the song 'woke up' before the coffee.

I Have This Angel Face

I have this angel face
But I know about gossips
That no one do
I have a folder of screenshots
Audios, photos and videos
In my private group
 
I know who's pregnant
Who is cheating the boyfriend
And what they did last summer
Cause I have this angel face
But I own files
That would wreak a havoc
Havoc, havoc
 

My Miseries

I am a bird left alone
Without its' flock
My broadness was compressed
My dreams thrown into mud
 
Who will forgive me for my sins
People are playing God
Whom will I say what I have to say
When the culprit is the one who judges
 
[Refrain]
My miseries, they are waves
Sea waves lining up
Just as one set of miseries goes disappears
There, the other set arrives
 
Like life stopped
On that crossroad that night
I can't see, I don't have a feeling either,
What way should I go
 
Who will forgive me for my sins
People are playing God
Whom will I say what I have to say
When the culprit is the one who judges
 
[Refrain]
 

Bongo Cha Cha Cha

Bongo la, bongo cha-cha-cha
Mesélj nekem Dél-Amerikáról
Az, amit arrafelé mondanak
Lehet, fantázia csak, és semmi több
 
Bongo la, bongo cha-cha-cha
Valóban annyira fantasztikus
Mondd meg nekem őszintén
Éjjelente Rióban mi történik?
 
Jó a fejre tenni
A cukorsüveg kalapokat
Mindig izgatott szívvel
Aj-Aj-Aj-Aj, ki tudja, ki tudja
Ezer utcán énekelnek
Ezer téren táncolnak
Az órák többé nem számítanak
A mambó és a cha-cha-cha között, oh-oh-oh
 
Bongo la, bongo cha-cha-cha
Mesélj nekem Dél-Amerikáról
Mondd meg nekem őszintén
Éjjelente Rióban mi történik?
 
Jó a fejre tenni
A cukorsüveg kalapokat
Mindig izgatott szívvel
Aj-Aj-Aj-Aj, ki tudja, ki tudja
Ezer utcán énekelnek
Ezer téren táncolnak
Az órák többé nem számítanak
A mambó és a cha-cha-cha között, oh-oh-oh
 
Bongo la, bongo cha-cha-cha
Mesélj nekem Dél-Amerikáról
Mondd meg nekem őszintén
Éjjelente Rióban mi történik?
 

My olive eyed

I planted you in the lands of my heart
I raised you my love with the tears of my eyes
Now I don't see her next me
Has my gazelle become mad at her servant? *¹
 
I should die haho my olive eyed*²
I should die mom my thick haired *³
I should die dad my basil/beam
 
My whole soul can't live without you
It will ruin the beloveds house from the bottom
The courage I've built up will go to waste*⁴
Become my gazelle so my heart can become healed
 
I should die haho my olive eyed
I should die mom my thick haired
I should die dad my basil/beam
 

When you left

Versions: #1
When you left my heart was left behind
Me and myself were face to face
Love is strong, it's all fire and flames
The cruel wounds are left open
With hope I told her come back
How was I supposed to know that she wouldn't return?
 
I was your soul, you were my soul
You cutting of from me was like death to me
I was close to you, you were far from me
I was always yours, you were the crazy one
I'm dead, you are alive
How was i supposed to know that you would kill me?
 
I was your Mem, you didn't become my Zin*
When you left, I became wild and crazy
I fell and never got up, I never became happy again
When you killed me in your dreams
My heart is alone from love for ever
I'll never be alive again, I'm waiting for my death
 

Three Good Tips

After a couple of glasses I crawled out of the bay window next to the cat
And I admit that the feeling is, I guess, almost melancholy, difficult somehow
You didn't come today after all, had to-do [list] full of other things
On the desk after you, is stack of quality magazines
 
They have three good tips, how to life a good life
How to train my calves and what goes well with fig
Three good tips, how to save sex life, avoid root growth1
And to die happy, to die happy
 
I forgot the coriander, you liked it with the couscous
I probably should have cooked more while everything was still fine
I'm cleaning up in a little buzz, am i supposed to enjoy my time alone now
In the room when you're gone, there's plenty of time to think
 
I have three good tips, how to life a good life
How i train my calves and what goes well with fig
Three good tips, how to save sex life, avoid root growth
And to die happy
 
I have three good tips, how to life a good life
How i train my calves and what goes well with fig
Three good tips, how to save sex life, avoid root growth
And to die happy
 
To die happy
 
To die happy
 

• 1. In dyed hair