A keresés eredménye

Gotham

I don't want them to tell me what I want to hear,
I write what I want to hear,
give me a break because I am already tired of fighting,
but my tongue unleashes itself.
Saliva valued like silver,
luminous signs from Gotham,
the glass nearly overflowing and I am the last drop,
falling like the water from those mouths.
First, we will conquest Manhattan,
from Berlin to Beirut and then Crete,
I tell my psychiatrist 'the thing is I am a poet'
I like sharing my little sufferings.
I make them planes with those stories,
they look for pearls but I bring myrrh,
I fulfill their wishes like Mitra,
they stole that lyric from me just before it was conceived.
 
And if the city burns, go where I told you yesterday,
I leave you the maps on the small table,
under the clothes the kilos that you take from me.
You don't have eyelashes, you have stalactites,
I have little time and a lot of hurry.
And if the city burned and I didn't see you again?
From the same hells I appear with a ghost face,
to later scare you,
you think they're August storms,
but it's me with the face of a dead woman.
Write down the signs, because we're leaving,
we have everything we need,
the mouth and the hands, the caresses,
so they don't say we didn't try,
for the cousins and the brothers,
that opened the path for us.
I have a mission on this world, I swear I'll fulfill it,
even if it's my last destination.
 
And if the city burns, I will always have been prepared,
global catastrophe and me singing,
it would be a good end for my story,
these are the thoughts I foresee,
the little seeds I nourish will grow.
And if the city burns, I have a crystal suit and a lunar compass...
And if the city burns, I will always have been prepared,
And if the city burns...
 

The proof

The pillars of heaven go silent
When my final hour comes
Look for me underground
Where I have you to, to get accustomed to it
And even though the legend is of time
And even though the riots pass
And even though our loved ones betray us
Without proof there's no sin
Without proof there's no sin
That I don't have tattooed
The wind carried it away
Because at the end it's only flesh
Because at the end it's only flesh
And at the end it's only flesh
 
I have a mouth, don't speak for me
I aimed at what I wanted to say
I never left, it was just an interruption
Now you really have me in front of you
You have me in trance
Letting me do what I am used to doing
Alleviating your hunger
Telling you stories next to the fire
How she's growing, may it never give up
In the shadows bellydancing
She has sea eyes
And I learned to swim to get into them
She has sea eyes and mine were
Like those of a living dead
Dancing at the floor like a serpent
Waiting for the moon to decrease
Give me an electric shock, fire, current
So I'll do the tricks for you like always
I get up onto Pegasus and may he run
Because September was invented for something
Each Tuesday a life sentence
Each lyric mendekua, hymn that cheats
I am not afraid of failure and even less of
The Parcae
There is an obsession that bothers me
And some defeats at the back
I ended up like Rota, sold to the NATO
In the name of Sparta
Stuff about false flags
Scarcity, crimes and errors
If my mom cries, your mom shall cry
And there's no law anymore
 
I go down to hell looking for a proof
I shut myself into my bedroom
I prefer the noose to sounding like
The bands of today sound like
I, too, am not new, you know?
I protect what is mine like a lioness
Even if I do it softly
I know of some myths saying that
All your diplomas are falling off, they take themselves off
Listen, cousin, we are on air
See if this stuff inspires you
I write lies that are sold by the gram
My hands taste like parrafin
That girl does nice stuff
Very few jokes, theme of Sodom
Vanilla aroma and hazelnut cream
Some cinnamon, say it to him Ana
May they discuss me, there's no tomorrow anymore
My desires are revolting
At the end, I will dance gypsy dances
Lost on the street with a kind face
As if I didn't know anything
As if you ate sand
 
The pillars of heaven go silent
When my final hour comes
Look for me underground
Where I have you to, to get accustomed to it
And even though the legend is of time
And even though the riots pass
And even though our loved ones betray us
Without proof there's no sin
Without proof there's no sin
That I don't have tattooed
The wind carried it away
Because at the end it's only flesh
Because at the end it's only flesh
And at the end it's only flesh
 

ANNIVERSARIES

Don't talk badly about women
Or, to each game its trick,
to each sphere its tratment,
of course, everything at its place.
Here we dress cheaply,
but we eat well.
The gods did not exist more than we do.
That's exactly why we did what was vetoed, Ma,
more alive than ever and nearly having killed ourselves,
like Christ breaking the market,
the sacred is sacred, here, in Sudan or in Egypt.
I don't chew it for you because my stuff is for clever ones,
bella ciao, I am freeing slaves like Lincoln.
Work on the bones in the chassis
shut up, let me explain, let's see if they think it's easy.
I walk through the desert fantasizing oasis
Isis and a board in front of the tsunami of crisis,
in my flesh, that's why in my stuff there's no partner,
everyone is looking for the dough to make me calm down.
 
That's exactly why we did what was vetoed, mom,
more alive than ever and nearly having killed ourselves,
and nearly having killed ourselves, the sacred is sacred
That's exactly why we did what was vetoed, Ma,
more alive than ever and nearly having killed ourselves,
and nearly having killed ourselves, breaking the market.
 
I put on my chains and walk around pretty on the street,
when the river rings it wants to sound like by Verdiales,
run, go and tell him that the young boys know that story,
here it's goods for bad things,
animals and humans,
with two feet or with two hands,
they demand goods from heaven,
but it only rains beatings,
and the money that does not grow on trees
but establishes canons,
at least we're yoing,
we decipher pyramids.
Look at me, my crying is everything but sterile,
I write it down, maybe for the anniversaries,
Ana, first Aten, second Parmenides,
one has tea dialectically in groups of useless people.
And I do it so subtly that they don't even notice,
I am speculating with various options regarding the Big Bang,
I don't believe in anything but myself anymore,
breaking hearts in windmills like Nicole Kidman.
 
That's exactly why we did what was vetoed, mom,
more alive than ever and nearly having killed ourselves,
and nearly having killed ourselves, the sacred is sacred
That's exactly why we did what was vetoed, Ma,
more alive than ever and nearly having killed ourselves,
and nearly having killed ourselves, breaking the market.