A keresés eredménye

Girl Cries

A girl cries in the phone booth
Wrapped in a light coat
Her face is in tears and dirty with lipstick
Her face is in tears and dirty with lipstick
 
She breathes on her skinny hands
Her fingers are as cold as ice, there are earrings in her ears
Today she has to go back home alone down the cold street
Today she has to go back home alone down the cold street
 
Cold ice of phone conversations...
Cold ice... It is for the first time
Cold ice shines on her cheeks
This is a trail of grievance caused by a man
Cold ice shines on her cheeks
This is a trail of grievance caused by a man
 
A girl cries in the phone booth
Wrapped in a light coat
Her face is in tears and dirty with lipstick
Her face is in tears and dirty with lipstick
 
Cold ice shines on her cheeks
This is a trail of grievance caused by a man
Cold ice shines on her cheeks
This is a trail of grievance caused by a man
 
Caused by a man
Caused by a man...
 

Don't walk next to me

Don't write to me your love notes
Don't look for dates with me
Better bring your friend on a date with me
 
Don't walk next to me
Don't look at me with such sad eyes
Anyway your friend is better
Alhough you are more beautiful than she is
 
Do you remember how we walked together once?
How I kissed you at sunset?
And then I met your friend
So try to undrestand...
 
Don't walk next to me
Don't look at me with such sad eyes
Anyway your friend is better
Alhough you are more beautiful than she is
 
I can't wait for the night
It seems I'll get married soon, guys
Your friend promised to give me her heart
 
Don't walk next to me
Don't look at me with such sad eyes
Anyway your friend is better
Alhough you are more beautiful than she is
 

Tanya + Volodya

Why do I feel so sad?
Because you pass me by again
I look down again
I can't string two words together
 
How can I explain to her
That I live in a dream about her?
I must decide: to be or not to be
 
Tanya + Volodya...
A crayon draws a heart pierced by an arrow
It is better than any words
Tanya + Volodya...
Every day I want to give you a bouquet of melodies
Tanya + Volodya...
Every day I want to give you a bouquet of melodies
 
My neighbour resents me
He turned off the light in the stairwell
I am not angry with him
Sighing I write in the dark on the wall
 
In order to make you know about my unhappy love
Write me your reply
Do you love me or not?
 
Tanya + Volodya...
A crayon draws a heart pierced by an arrow
It is better than any words
Tanya + Volodya...
Every day I want to give you a bouquet of melodies
Tanya + Volodya...
Every day I want to give you a bouquet of melodies
 

Two Girls

Yesterday two girls have made furtively
A declaration of love to me
How can I break the vicious circle?
Two girls have made a declaration of love to me
 
They both are beautiful like violets
Like white chamomiles in the meadow
I wouldn't like to lose either of them
But I can't lose both of them at a time
 
People are strange beings
I grieve over my happiness
It's great when girls love you
But you can't divide your love into parts
 
I don't know if I should laugh or cry
What to do in this situation?
I'd like to be with one
But I can't decide which
 
My girlfriends want to know what makes me sad
But they shouldn't know
Not thinking about each other, of course
Two girls have made a declaration of love to me
 
People are strange beings
I grieve over my happiness
It's great when girls love you
But you can't divide your love into parts
 

The summer is gone

The summer is gone... Autumn
Wet trees and bushes...
It's so hard and sad
If you go away from me with that summer
It's so hard and sad
If you go away from me with that summer
 
I walk through the puddles not noticing them
I walk to where you stand
It's not the first time we've met
Why do you keep silent?
It's not the first time we've met
Why do you keep silent?
 
You put your head down and don't look at me
You are thinking about something
So tell me and don't torture me, my dear girl
Because I love you so much
So tell me and don't torture me, my dear girl
Because I love you so much
 
The summer is gone... Autumn
What has passed will never come again
Where is the summer?
It promised us everything but now it is gone.
Where is the summer?
It promised us everything but now it is gone.
 

The 8th of March

Everyone knows how much I loved you,
How we would walk together in a yellow September
But then all of that was carried away somewhere,
And those walks through that Muscovite nighttime came to an end.
 
Fall rushed by so quickly, and so arrived the frost
And one day I happened to see you with someone else.
Tell me, why did those tears well up?
Why did my heart fill with sadness, despair, grief?
 
I changed the strings on my guitar three times,
Because of how many sad songs I sang.
So the days rushed by, in this drunken stupor
In which I had time to lose more than a few friendships as well.
 
But one evening, I heard my phone ring out,
And as I took the call, I heard your voice again.
You told me that you hadn't lost your love for me,
And that you very much wanted to meet with me.
 
I stood there and listened as you cried into the phone,
But in the end, I didn't say a word in reply.
On the 8th of March, everyone is given presents
And for you: I wrote this song.
 

Only love is guilty

From a blade of grass
till the the most distant stars...
The world that seemed to me difficult
it has become simple and understandable to me suddenly
 
The luck and sadness,
The joy of meetings and the pain of losses...
Now I have only one reason
To explain all of it
 
We don't need to seek different reasons in vain
Of course, we don't need to seek them
There are none of them anyway
There are none of them anyway
 
Only love is guilty
Only love is to blame for all
Love always is guilty
That is the point!
 
That's why
With the moon and without the moon
I don't sleep at night any more
Whether from grief or happiness
 
For one simple reason,
I can't forget
The purple tops of mountains
And two shadows on snow
 
We don't need to seek different reasons in vain
Of course, we don't need to seek them
There are none of them anyway
There are none of them anyway
 
Only love is guilty
Only love is to blame for all
Love always is guilty
That is the point!