A keresés eredménye

Still Mine

You are, you are here.
You are
as I thought
still, still, still,
still mine.
You are mine.
 
I waited for you, you know.
 
It does not matter to me to know
how many stories you want to stifle.
You might have better than me.
You are too essential to me.
Like water, like air,
I cannot give up on you.
 
If then, it's you,
you will go away
as I fear
still, still, still,
still away.
You will go away.
 
I will wait for you.
 
I give you the time to understand
where a flight can end,
and one night you will return
still mine.
To search for me as now,
to breathe the fire on me now,
as only you can do it.
We still together,
too alike to hate ourselves,
too alone to leave.
I want you to be
still mine.
 

What Will I Say

What will I say to anyone who will want
to know how big the sea is?
 
What will I say if you will ask me
for a single proof of my love?
 
All of my life perhaps
will not be enough for me (will not be enough for me)
to tell you how much I love you
as I would like to.
 
I know not what I would do to invent, you know,
a new way to love you.
 
Tell me why you never believe me
if I speak to you with my heart in my hand (my heart in my hand).
 
All of my life perhaps
will not be enough for me (will not be enough for me)
to tell you how much I love you
as I would like to.
 
The snow falls down.
What grand silence is already here!
My mouth on yours
that speaks without words
softly, oh softly.
 
What will I say to anyone who will want
to know how big the sea is?
 
What will I say if you will ask me
for a single proof of my love?
 
My life will not be enough for me
to tell you how much, how much I love you.
 
My life will not be enough
to tell you how much I love you...
 

Crazy Heart

A crazy heart that still follows you
and day and night thinks only of you.
And I can never make him understand
that you love someone else and not me.
 
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on,
that still believes you think of me.
He is not convinced that you left—
that you left me and will not return.
 
Tell him the truth—(tell him the truth)—the truth.
And perhaps he will understand—(perhaps understand)—will understand
because you never before told the truth.
(da-da-da-dah!)
 
A crazy heart that loves you
and forgives you for everything you do.
But sooner or later you know that he will heal,
and you will lose him—thus you will lose him.
 
~~~~~
 
Tell him the truth—(tell him the truth)—the truth.
And perhaps he will understand—(perhaps understand)—will understand
because you never before told the truth.
(da-da-da-dah!)
 
A crazy heart that loves you
and forgives you for everything you do.
But sooner or later you know that he will heal,
and you will lose him—thus you will lose him.
 
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
A crazy heart that loves you.
(loves you)
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
A crazy heart that loves you.
(loves you)
 

Go To Work

I remember I was still a kid,
but I was already working like a man.
This was my song:
 
Certainly the earth takes effort,
ever more, always more
Certainly the earth is like a woman,
every season, the skirt changes.
Yellow in summer—
ripe wheat.
Red in autumn—
fermented wine.
It is olive green
when winter comes.
In spring, it dresses itself.
 
I go to work,
but tonight what do you do?
A woman who has it?
La la la la la la la
I go to work,
but where does my heart go?
Look for a flower that does not have it—
and if it is a rose, let it pick me.
 
Summer came and I caught the rose.
Long live the bridegroom! Long live the bride!
The more the nights pass, the more I am in love—
but when it is day, I work twice as much—
work in the sun,
work in the wind,
we leave at dawn,
we return at sunset—
but under the moon and the clear sky,
I lay on the hay—with you darling.
 
I go to work,
but, if I were born a king,
I would party with you
la la la la la la la la
 
I go to work—
I am worn out but so what?
At night, she doesn't know it.
la la la la la la la
I go to work,
but, if I were born a king,
I would party with you.
la la la la la la la la
 
I go to work,
outside it's cold, but so what?
There is someone who will keep me warm.
 

Tenderly, Anne Marie

Anne Marie, tonight you are with me
and the past already no longer exists—
images that now
no longer remain for us.
 
Tenderly, tonight I will dream
about my new life together with you—
but now, love, no,
tell me nothing more.
It is enough for me to imagine the words you will say.
 
And how,
like the first time, you know,
I do not ask you what we are about anymore.
It is enough to just have you here.
But kiss me on the eyes
and tell me good night
so that I can dream.
 
Anne Marie, tonight I will dream
about my new life together with you—
but now love, no,
tell me nothing more.
It is enough for me to imagine the words you will say.
 
It is enough for me just to have you here.
If I close my eyes, touched by your kisses,
I no longer want to think—
I want to fall asleep.
 
Tenderly, love.
 
Anne Marie, love.
 

Ave Maria

Ave Maria! Virgin of heaven—
Queen of gratitude and pious mother—
who always answers the fervent prayer.
Do not refuse this, my broken heart.
Give respite to its sorrow!
My lost soul appeals to you—
and, full of hope, prostrates itself at your feet.
It invokes you and waits for you to give it
the peace that only you can give.
Ave Maria!
 

On My Knees for You

Versions: #2
I want for myself your caresses—
yes, I love you more than my life!
I will come back to you on my knees.
Your other lover is
no one and nothing to me.
Now I know that
I have made a mistake with you.
I will come back to you on my knees—
and I will kiss your hands, love.
In your eyes
that have cried for me,
I will search
for forgiveness from you—
and I will kiss your hand, love.
I want for myself your caresses.
Yes, I love you more than my life.
I want for myself your caresses.
 

A Girl Named Mary Rose

I was speeding on a motorcycle on a Monday.
The cold wind ripped into me.
In every street, she was there.
She flagged me down and I stopped.
 
My lights reflected in her eyes
and her hair was the color of yellow wheat.
(Her hair was the color of yellow wheat.)
She was dressed in colorful clothes.
In the meadows together, we picked flowers.
(In the meadows together, we picked flowers.)
 
A girl named Mary Rose—
grass and wheat—
hair blowing loose in the wind.
With my eyes closed, I think of her
and I no longer forget—I don't know.
Now I know that we die alone.
How love hurts!
Mary Rose, how it hurts!
 
The setting sun, the sky fades,
the cold ride back to return.
Distant lights of the city.
Mary Rose, where will she be?
 
The motorcycle still warm in the garage.
Without eating, I throw myself in bed.
(Immediately I throw myself in bed.)
In the dark I see her colorful clothes.
In the meadows together, we picked flowers.
(In the meadows together, we picked flowers.)
 
A girl named Mary Rose—
grass and wheat—
hair blowing loose in the wind.
With my eyes closed, I think of her
and I no longer forget—I don't know.
Now I know that we die alone.
How love hurts!
Mary Rose, how it hurts!
 
With my eyes closed, I think of you,
Mary Rose!
To forget— I don't know.
Now I know that we die alone.
How love hurts!
How it hurts, Mary Rose!
 

Princess

Princess, princess—
there is woe in your face.
You are sick with sadness.
Everyone wonders why.
In your emerald eyes,
the smile is almost extinguished.
The dawn of each new day
makes your face grow more pale.
 
Princess, princess—
I know what your malady is.
Only with love
can you drive it away.
All you need do is run in the grass
and see that there
is a boy in love
who will give his heart to you.
 
Princess, do not recall
how your heart was beating
when I taught you the game of love.
Caresses, words—
they made you go mad—
you have come back many times at nightfall.
 
Princess. princess—
there is joy in your face.
You healed so quickly.
You healed more than me.
But why lower your eyes
to respond to my bow
when you come into the fields
with your neighbor, the prince.
 

You Who Took My Heart

You who took my heart—
you will be my only love.
No, I will not forget you—
I will live for you—
I will dream of you.
 
You or no one ever again.
Now, for me,
you are like the sun.
Being far from you
is to die of love
because you are the one who stole my heart.
 
I see you among the roses.
I tell you so many things.
If a gentle wind caresses you,
a scent of youth
makes me shiver.
 
At night, I tremble in my dreams for you.
What enchantment in my heart—
in your heart—
as your eyes open on your golden pupils.
 
You who took my heart—
you will be my only love.
No, I won't forget you—
I will live for you—
I will dream.
 
You or no one ever again.
Now, for me,
you are like the sun.
Being far from you
is to die of love
because you are the one who stole my heart.
 

Let Me Buy You a Drink

Come, let me buy you a drink—
come, this is the last time
that we are together and talking about ourselves—
after that, it will be what it will be.
 
I drink and it seems to me poison.
I speak, but I don't know what I am saying.
I see that you have emptied your glass—
Now you will get up and go away.
 
I wish now that I said it was a joke
but I feel that you are no longer here.
 
Come, let me buy you a drink—
come, this is the last time
that we are together and talking about ourselves—
after that, it will end as you wish.
 
Come, let me buy you a drink—
come, this is the last time
that we are together and talking about ourselves—
after that, it will end as you wish—
after that, it will end as you wish—
after that, it will end as you wish.
 

It Is Evening

But when it is evening,
we are still here—
the two of us—we alone and the sea.
 
It is just the two of us
a stone's throw from the sea
when it has ended—
a long day—
and we meet
happier than ever—
than ever—
than ever.
Why do not we see each other
even for an instant all day long?
 
But when it is evening,
you are here with me—
embracing with me—
on the warm sand—
clasped to me, to me.
 
It is just the two of us
a stone's throw from the sea
while the moon
rises for us
and we love each other,
happier than ever—
than ever—
than ever.
And we feel that it is worth it
to stay far away.
 
If when it is evening,
we are still here—
the two of us—we alone and the sea—
the two of us alone with the sea.
 

Take You to the Sea

Get out and jump into traffic—
look at the people who compete
to be the first to pull away from the traffic lights—
and then stand in line at an ATM because—
that's life.
 
Then a miracle at lunch break—
an angel is at one of the tables—
you eat your toast in the corner,
then you raise your eyes and smile at me—
yes, right at me.
 
Look at me—
I am here for you.
 
I pick you up and then take you to the sea.
We lie in the sun all day long there
without needing to think about anything—
a little levity at times makes life better.
 
We need to live—
to love but without thinking
like the children who play
and pay no attention to the time—me and you.
Yes, I mean you!
 
I rush home and
run away with you.
 
I pick you up and then take you to the sea.
We lie in the sun all day long there
without needing to think about anything—
searching for beauty sometimes makes life better.
 
There are long days when I feel gloomy
inside.
If I look to the future, I cannot smile.
Then when the sun returns and the fog lifts,
I want to get out of the city.
 
I pick you up and then take you to the sea.
We lie in the sun all day long there
without needing to think about anything—
a little levity at times makes life better.
 
I pick you up and then take you to the sea.
We lie in the sun all day long there
without needing to think about anything—
at times a caress—
it's just a day with you—
with you—
with you—
with you.
 

One in a Thousand

If you are on the ground, never crawl.
If they tell you: 'you're finished'—do not believe it.
You can only count on yourself.
 
One in a thousand makes it—
but how hard the climb is—
life is at stake.
 
The past can
never return the same—
perhaps better, why not, what do you know?
You never believed in me
but you might change your mind.
 
Life is like the tide
that takes you into shore or out on the high seas
as the moon rises.
 
I never cheated nor bluffed
and this evening I laid my soul bare.
I lost everything but I found myself again.
 
One in a thousand makes it—
but how hard the climb is—
life is at stake.
 
You have no idea how heavy it is—
this pop music.
You fall in love and live but you can die by the time the evening comes.
I might have a voice—
but not to shout for help.
 
You never even heard me.
I kept my secret.
You are deaf and I was dumb.
 
If you are on the ground, never crawl.
If they tell you: 'you're finished'—do not believe it.
Until the closing bell rings, keep going.
 
One in a thousand makes it—
but how hard the climb is—
life is at stake.
 
One in a thousand makes it—
but you will have to change your mind.
Life is like the tide.
One in a thousand makes it.
 

The World Will Change

My friend, you are
looking around you.
You cannot believe your eyes.
You cry and know it is because
of what you are attempting.
I am trying it too.
Never change.
The world frightens you.
Friend, my source of courage—
I—I cry like you.
 
You will see—the world will change.
Its wounds will heal.
Love cannot—cannot die.
It would be like saying that this is the end.
You will see that the night will end—
and the man will awaken
with the eyes and the heart of a child
who can never betray.
 
If, in your mind, you
gave birth to some ideas—
come on, my friend,
the world awaits you.
But never change,
and never forget that—
as you go up
step by step,
I will seem far away
But I—I am right with you.
 
You will see—the world will change.
Its wounds will heal.
Love cannot—cannot die.
It would be like saying that this is the end.
You will see that the night will end—
and the man will awaken
with the eyes and the heart of a child
who can never betray.
 

The Toy

Stay together with you—
that's never enough for me.
We are through but
we can start over.
 
This love is a toy
that will never make me weary.
It makes us die and make us live—
this love you give me.
 
But the price of a toy like that
is a thousand tears of love
that every night I cry into your hands
when you leave me and you go away.
We are through but
we can start over.
 
Stay together with you—
that's never enough for me.
 
This love is a toy
that makes you laugh and cry.
My days are no longer futile—
now I know for whom to live.
 
But the price of a toy like that
is a thousand tears of love
that every night I cry into your hands
when you leave me and you go away.
 
Stay together with you—
that's never enough for me.
 
We are through but
we can start over.
Stay together with you—
that's never enough for me.
.
 

The Bison Hunt

The bison hunt ends.
The wind that is missing ends, my son.
It is time for me to recall long fables that are good for your children—
in the evening, around the fire, together again—
and from the hill that guards the south because, from there,
the smoke of the city could rise.
 
As far as you can see, you can hunt—
but not a day's journey further.
Respect the white man when you meet him on the same road—
but don't fear him and never trust him.
Teach your people the paths of courage, along with piety.
Do not stop until your heart cannot go on.
 
And, with us, the evening hour is sweet—
and the wise man never flees from it.
I see new hunting, new pastures, and new wars for freedom.
Eternity does not end with me—
but rather on the smile of the warrior when he leaves what he loved here,
knowing that it is right that this is how it ended.
 
The bison hunt ends.
The breath that is missing ends, my son.
It is time for me to recall long fables that are good for your children—
in the evening, around the fire, together again—
and from the hill that guards the south because, from there,
the smoke of the city could rise.
 

We Must Set an Example

The airplane is running late—
it lands when it lands.
I will phone you as soon as possible.
I so know how that ends—
you do not answer—
and you do not answer—
you do not answer.
 
Then I take a taxi—
and I don't even know where I'm going.
I think about it
and here I phone you—
I do not answer—
and I do not answer—
I do not answer.
 
It is a bit like kindergarten.
At one point, they told us,
outside of kindergarten,
we must set an example.
What are we on?
Maybe we are still on trial—
we must set an example—
just in case ever.
Meanwhile, look at how it rains
 
I end up at a hotel—
I don't even unpack my suitcase.
I pick up your message—
you accuse me of something—
and I do not answer—
I do not answer—
I do not answer.
 
Since I remember
our promises to make progress
and to foster trust,
you should do the math—
and you do not answer—
you do not answer—
you do not answer.
 
It's worse than kindergarten—
but maybe there is nothing
that it is better than kindergarten.
We must set an example.
What are we on?
Maybe we are still on trial—
we must set an example—
just in case ever.
Meanwhile, look at how it rains
 
It is too tiring
and what I am thinking, I write to you—
and then I still find myself playing with you in the basement
and you just ask me
what is tiring?
And I do not answer.
We must set an example.
What are we on?
Maybe we are still on trial—
we must set an example—
just in case ever.
 

Beautiful Belinda

Beautiful Belinda is in love.
She talks to herself while eating salad.
She does not look at the plate but out the window.
A tear falls into her soup.
 
She toys with bread, beautiful Belinda.
She rolls crumbs into little balls.
In her drinking glass, beautiful Belinda
sees her eyes full of love.
 
A thousand thoughts like butterflies—
a thousand caresses of her hair—
sweet chills on her shoulders—
the more she is in love, the more beautiful she becomes.
 
Beautiful Belinda is one of a kind—
she descends the stairs as if flying—
it is sheer romance—beautiful Belinda
lives for love and skips lunch.
 
At night, beautiful Belinda
drapes herself except for her hair.
No, it is not the wind, beautiful Belinda.
Those are the sighs of those thinking about you.
 
A thousand thoughts like butterflies—
a thousand caresses of her hair—
sweet chills on her shoulders—
the more she is in love, the more beautiful she becomes.
 
Beautiful Belinda is in love.
She speaks to herself while eating salad.
She does not look at the plate but out the window.
A tear falls into her soup.
 

Thank You Because

Thank you because
you were close to me
even before being mine—
and for wanting a man for a friend,
rather than a shield,
close to you.
Thank you for walking
down your path
full of stones,
like mine.
Thank you because,
from far away,
I hold out my hand
and I find yours.
 
Like you, I
live confused.
Pink fairy tales
I no longer desire.
Thank you because
you made me feel
that I can also soar
without you.
 
I lie down
inside your eyes
 
I, with your eyes,
see more.
 
Thank you because,
from far away,
I hold out my hand
and I find yours.
 
With you, every time
is the first time.
I have no fear of being close to you.
 
Thank you because
we are not alone—
we are not alone.
 
Thank you because
to live more
does not frighten me—
only with you.
 
Thank you because,
from far away,
I hold out my hand
and I find yours.
I hold out my hand
and you are there!
 

We Die at the Bar

It is midnight and all is well.
Everything is quiet—you sleep well.
So tell me what?
This anguish inside me.
I am with friends at the bar
but how is that you were
together with those who are dying—ah!
 
They are shooting.
But not for you!
They are dying.
But not for you!
But for every one who falls down,
a small part of me dies.
 
Darkness in my eyes—
I cannot see anymore!
Darkness in my heart—I do not live anymore!
I feel life slipping away—
again tonight we die at the bar.
 
You hear it—they're shooting.
Drink some coffee!
They are dying.
But think for yourself!
A coin clinks into the jukebox—
the disc changes—
what is that music?
But what is that music?!
 
I phoned her.
Hello, love, how are you?
I haven't been drinking, you know,
but I feel down—
My thoughts are
a thousand miles or more away!
 
They are shooting.
But not at you!
They are dying.
But not for you!
But for every one who falls down,
a small part of me dies.
 
There are people who die
far away from home
and we who die here.—
inside ourselves.
I feel life slipping away—
again tonight we die at the bar.
 
They are shooting.
Drink some coffee!
They are dying.
But think for yourself!
A coin clinks into the jukebox—
the disc changes—
what is that music?
But what is that music?! ...
 

Repulni

Azt hiszem ugy almodok
hogy soha tobbet nem terek vissza
kekre festettem a kezeimet es az arcomat
aztan hirtelen felkapott a gyors szel
s elkezdtem repulni a vegtelen egen.
 
Repulni o-o
enekelni o-o-o-o
Kekre festve a keksegben
boldogan ott fenn lenni.
 
S boldogan repultem repultem
magasabban mint a nap es meg feljebb
mikozben a vilag lassan eltunt
messze a lentben
egy edes zene szolalt meg csak nekem.
 
Repulni o-o
enekelni o-o-o-o
Kekre festve a keksegben
boldogan ott fenn lenni.
 
De minden alom elhalvanyodik hajnalban mert
mikor a hold lenyugszik magaval viszi oket,
de en tovabb almodom a te szep szemeidben
melyek kekek mint a csillagos eg...
 
Repulni o-o
enekelni o-o-o-o
A kek szemeid keksegeben
boldog vagyok itt lent.
 
Es repulok tovabb boldogan
magasabban mint a nap es meg feljebb
mikozben a vilag lassan eltunik
a te kek szemeidben
A te hangod edes muzsika
mely nekem szol.
 
Repulni o-o
enekelni o-o-o-o
A kek szemeid keksegeben
boldog vagyok itt lent.