A keresés eredménye

With A Dead Man

I fell in love with a dead man,I fell in love
His sick soul is full of holes, mechanics are broken
But his every day is gray,all his life is blurred
I fell in love with a dead man,I fell in
Love
 
He is belong to another planet
His water and color are different
His steps are coward and novice
He is firing whover come
 
Clouds are flowing to the ground
Getting fall on the pavements
The dead don't fall in love
But he fell in love with me too
 

I'm The Master Of Myself

I'm the master of myself
I can make love, fight if I want to
The profit and loss is mine, that's just my bag
I can hide it, divide it up
 
I'm not on the ground nor on high
I'm not a mirror nor a curtain
Everything happens all in one
Time's relative is beyond one's ken
 

World Is A Calash

I am a Gipsy
and a Armenian
and a Turkish and a Kurdish
I am a blue apple
What would it matter?
 
Human is wolf to homan, what a pity
Under the same sky it is fire scene
Oh my mom, oh my dad
We're died of the bends
We go mad
 
Under the same sky it is fire scene
Oh my mom, oh my dad we're died of the bends
 
This enthusiasms are common
Mountain, rock you can have it all my lord
Is sky enough to your pleasure and desire
 
World is a calash
I am in it as a insane
We burned, died, oh we're tired
We were nonage, we are maturated
We choked on a shallow
 
We choked, choked
We burned, died, oh we're tired
We were nonage, we are maturated
We choked on a shallow
 
World is a calash
I am in it as a insane
We were nonage, we are maturated
We choked on a shallow
 

Where are you from, mate

Ever since I can remember I’ve spent my whole life on the road
I’ve traveled this mortal world from end to end
Literate, illiterate, poor and rich all the same
Finally, I’ve come to know right from wrong
 
As if humanity is on sale, bread is in the lion’s mouth
No one offers a man some hot soup
He who has built four walls has shut the door and locked it
No one offers a man a soft bed
 
Just one question, where are you from, mate
This world is my homeland
No mate, I mean where are you really from
This world is my homeland
Repent, repent, repent!
 
Every one holds forth about fraternity and equality
Yet they ask why you have darker skin than me
They take up arms and run for death for no reason
Yet no one asks what the orphan and widows eat and drink
 
Poor Gaye couldn’t find a way out so he talked and talked
No one says, Come on let’s all get along
Our earth is already broken and uninhabitable
No need to divide it more and more
Just one question
 
Where are you from, mate
This world is my homeland
No mate, I mean where are you really from
I told you already
This world is my homeland
Repent, repent, repent!
 

Consistent Fantasy Is The Reality

Oh, what a life is this!
What a head is that!
Makes your ass damn kicked out
 
We flow like the water, float in the pain
And we're flying up, right
That's because we're high
 
Consistent fantasy is the reality
Is the death real or is it a dream?
May my pain share yours
May your lovely wine be filled up with dreams
 
Ride on my hobbyhorse**, I'm tuckered out
I couldn't grow out of, been kicked out from everyplace
We're like the seagull chiming in with the sea
Wherever the wind blows we go there
 
Consistent fantasy is the reality
The death is real and that's a dream
May my pain share yours
But screw that, life's rock'n roll