A keresés eredménye

Vague Concept

Let me go
Let me become no more than a spirit
Can we live
Far from us, far from here?
We made so many promises at the start
Deep within me
But let me go
This time
 
Sometimes I feel like the world belongs to me
And then sometimes I feel like it’s nearly the end
I don’t expect anything of her anymore, no, I don’t expect anything of her anymore
I’ve been thinking about a girl all week
Not one sign of life on my phone
My guys told me “don’t expect anything from love anymore”, most of them don’t believe in it anymore
We’re just in our late twenties and just now we leave the street
I refuse to believe that with women I've already lived everything
A white sheet over my black heart
If I talk too much I feel undressed
So ambitious that I prefer to stay by myself
We never aim too high
Visualize the future without giving it the evil eye
No need of anyone to distract me
Or to force me to lie to myself
I feel whole and in peace, no need for problems
It’s been a long time that I don’t tell you that I love you, I don’t even know if I can
I waited for a sign from the skies and when it fell down, I think I fell down too
And stop making a film for me, I should’ve chosen a much better synopsis
I’ve never betrayed a friend, but on the other hand I’ve cheated on the women I loved
To whom could I have given my life, my regrets in a night taxi
Searching for alchemy still, eh, eh, eh
 
And of course I'm more afraid of the future
I know what it is to fall
I know what it is to get up again
And of course I'm more afraid of the future
I know what it is to fall
I know what it is to get up again
And if you have let me go
I won’t turn back, I’ve given too much already
It’s true that I tend to run away
That it’s a vague concept that has made me bleed too much
 
We’ve always told each other that it wasn’t for ourselves
That at the end, one of us would suffer very much
My hope has a certain aftertaste
Despite that, I’ve never believed in luck, I believe only in seeing you
The opposite of love is fear, and of course we're afraid
And in our friendships, if God isn’t there, how can we get everyone to agree
Why do you try to be liked? Why wish to be loved by everyone?
You know I have plenty of excuses to avoid your parties
I’ll go meet this girl I found really sweet
But that once irritated I never recognized again
One day you’re everything, and the next you’re nothing
You can't blame anyone, no, that’s just human
 
We made so many promises at the start
Deep within me
But let me go
This time
 
And of course I'm more afraid of the future
I know what it is to fall
I know what it is to get up again
And of course I'm more afraid of the future
I know what it is to fall
I know what it is to get up again
And if you have let me go
I won’t turn back, I’ve given too much already
It’s true that I tend to run away
That it’s a vague concept that has made me bleed too much
 
Let me go
Let me become no more than a spirit
Can we live
Far from us, far from here?
We made so many promises at the start
Deep within me
But let me go
This time
 

I am stocking the straw

I am stocking the straw and i am coming
over your neighborhood at dawn
to see your black eyes
to hear your voice.
 
I have a wish regarding you
and i wait for it to be fulfilled
(I wish you could )let my poor body
rest in your arms.
 
Wake-up my little diamond
for i came to your neighborhood
(i'm just wondering) how your little neighbors
are planing to treat me (this time)
 

Svetlana and Maiakovski

[Verse 1]
And I'd really like to show you that no days look alike
Every night has its own stories of love and blood
Her little face in the mirror has some sadness to spare
She'll go and steal their book of spells, the rainbows and angels
It's raining tears, and tears, lost souls up in the sky
And this lady has torturous looks for the most vicious ones
Welcome to the flames of Pigalle, the dark nights
The Romantic City's hidden face
She's dancing like Salome in the Bible, making everyone dizzy
I look into her drunk eyes, Paris is a celebration
Svetlanna gets in touch with her friends, lies about her life on the internet
The princess of túndra is just whore in Paris
She hides to cry, while drying her tears she understood
That she was drying up her dreams, that here, it's like the cold war without a truce
In the early morning, back to the attic room
With a smell that haunts the deads, and the pimp knocking's coldness
 
[Chorus]
And when you sleep
Can you feel the north wind ?
I know it's cold outside
But answer me, are you dead ?
Are you dead ?
Were you scared to death because of them
The sun is rising, you are done
And you bite, and you bite others
 
[Verse 2]
She shaves her head for her feminist side
Guys don't see nothing on the Kama river
She was irresistible
Depression scratched her body that she exhibits on the sidewalk
Her eyes soaked in alcohol tell us her nightmares
But anyway, who gives a damn if the Earth isn't going in circles ?
Are we even lending a hand ? Anyway
Who gives a damn about helping their neighbor
Svetlanna's solitary and it's best like this
It's all fire inside her head when she paces
She thinks of yesterday, of her parents she arguably won't ever see again
Of the children of the village that would run after her
At half past midnight she's working, despite the wind and snow
The polluted sky keeps its stars, for it she owns no priviledge
She re-invents herself being a rockstar, or a collection's lost love
Until some bastard of a client, will act discourteous again
Obliged to fake, that she likes the stranger laying down in her bed
Her mind recites, some Maiakovski poems
You see, in fact there are different ways to escape
Him, fucking, and her, thinking
Her frozen body and her icy breath
 
[Chorus]
And when you sleep
Can you feel the north wind ?
I know it's cold outside
But answer me, are you dead ?
Are you dead ?
Were you scared to death because of them
The sun is rising, you are done
And you bite, and you bite others