A keresés eredménye oldal 3

Beyond Dreams

Hold me tightly now, I'm afraid of this strange world
that never gives us a break - it always grabs our hands.
And keep holding me again as if we were inside a plane.
C'mon, let's look outside the roof, the sky is calmer.
 
Hold me tightly now, this night doesn't want to be over.
Where have we gone or been pushed to understand?
Sometimes I ask myself if dreaming is still an illusion,
and then in your reflection reality becomes an emotion.
 
Tonight doesn't come,
if you weren't by my side,
I wouldn't know what to say.
 
Tell me if there is a place beyond dreams where I can go
with you, where breathing is done with our hands.
 
Hold me, love.
Hold me tightly now
'cause we live in a strange world
that never gives us a break and,
and don't think about sex.
Don't think about what's happened
and don't be afraid if it doesn't work, doesn't work, doesn't work.
 
In this life, we're always at a crossroads.
Only next to you,
I keep my balance.
 
Tell me if there is a place beyond dreams where I can go
with you, where breathing is done with our hands.
 
Tell me if there is a child that will let himself be rocked
next to you under this sky to look at.
 
Tell me if there is.
 

There's Only You

I swear that I'll change and become patient.
I always live every day and it doesn't matter.
I light up cigarettes and eat chocolate.
I look for your picture, but where's it?
 
I s-s-still believe too much in people.
I might be weird but I'm not an imbecile.
And working, working, I don't want to.
For those who have no time like me
 
There's only you, you who drives me crazy!
You, you, you and you can't understand it!
Only you, you who makes me dream
You, you, you and I fly hours and hours... next to you!
Next to you.
 
Tell me, tell me, tell me how is life going,
if you've found everything you were looking for.
Bingo, bango, bongo*, oh to feel at ease in the world
without ever thinking of having to change.
 
I believe in the fable of Adam and Eve.
I only hope you'll be sincere.
Until now I didn't believe in love
but suddenly you're here.
 
There's only you, you who drives me crazy!
You, you, you and you can't understand it!
Only you, you who makes me dream
You, you, you and I fly hours and hours.
 
There's only you, you who drives me crazy!
You, you, you and you can't understand it!
Only you, you who makes me dream
You, you, you and I fly hours and hours... next to you!
Next to you.
Next to you!
Next to you.
 
There's only you!
There's only you!
 

A Day of Sun

It will be a bit strange if we start over again.
And I might be red-skinned, but I'm not a native.
You'll be gone, you'll be with a friend.
Is it that I have never understood you?
 
And I find you again sitting at the bar
with a huge guy, it hurts me so much.
With your bra quite indiscreetly
and the chewing gum sticking on your tooth.
 
Is it the smell on the skin?
Is it my dream with no stars?
Is it a fish tank with no fish?
But amidst all my stuff, I choose you.
 
From the kitchen to the bedroom,
a winter jacket in August - I need affection
and it's en-en-en-enough with another kiss
for a trip or for an adventure.
 
It will be a somewhat special gift.
It will be a somewhat animal instinct.
It will be the life on the Moon,
and it will be my fortune to have you,
you leaving me and then grabbing me.
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart
when you write on my hand,
'Yo te quiero, I love you, ti amo!'
But I don't know why I end up without you,
and who knows tomorrow, who knows if you'll be with me.
 
And like a cat sitting on the roof,
I wonder where you are, I roll over the bed.
Are you gone? A hell of a life!
Is it something that's not working?
 
It will be the smell on the skin.
It will be my dream with no stars.
It will be the life on the Moon,
and it will be my fortune to have you,
you leaving me and then surrendering.
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart
when you write on my hand,
'Yo te quiero, I love you, ti amo!'
But I don't know why I end up without you,
and who knows tomorrow, who knows if you'll be with me.
 
Hey, let's stay like this.
Let's talk for a while
about your whims,
about your kisses and the fiascos
in the colours of one summer!
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart
when you write on my hand,
'Yo te quiero, I love you, ti amo!'
But I don't know why I end up without you,
and who knows tomorrow, who knows if you'll be with me.
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart!
I give you one day of sun!
 
I give you one day of sun,
you give me a place in your heart!
I give you one day of sun!
 

American Coffee

If you feel disappointed.
If you think it's an excuse,
we'll talk it over again tomorrow if you want,
but tomorrow is never worth it.
 
If you find yourself a bit defeated,
or perhaps you're confused,
it's you who's said, 'You can leave if you want,
but what will you do tomorrow?'
 
It's a night that is slipping away and you're already less mine.
It's so weird to talk about you during this night of pure madness.
 
If you feel disappointed.
If you later come up with an excuse.
It's almost dawn - it's late already,
or maybe too soon, but you don't know it.
 
It's a story that is slipping away and you're already less mine.
It's still weird to talk about you during this melancholic night.
 
What is it that makes me say your name
even when I shouldn't? I don't remember now
if I eat or drink American coffee without you here.
 
What is it that makes me laugh now?
If I lose something, a picture remains,
that last postal - American coffee but without you.
 
You know, I feel a bit tense.
I know, I'm a jealous guy.
You're so beautiful I can't even talk.
One caress and then you leave.
 
It's a love that is slipping away and you're already less mine.
But we're still talking about you at this hotel in the outskirts.
 
What is it that makes me say your name
even when I shouldn't? I don't remember now
if I eat or drink American coffee without you here.
 
What is it that makes me laugh now?
If I lose something, a picture remains,
that last postal - American coffee but without you.
 
If you feel disappointed... ah.
If you feel disappointed... ah.
 

And Then I Didn't See You

There's no choice here.
You've decided for me.
In a moment, scared.
An excuse and you're gone,
but how are you?
 
And the summer isn't here now,
let alone you.
'A blonde?', 'Enchanté!'
It's three years and here it seems like yesterday
without you.
 
(Around the city...) Then I didn't see you.
(But people don't know...) That I really miss you sometimes.
(I chased you...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (you pushed me away...)
of sleeping alone.
 
(Love goes like this...) Sometimes it comes, sometimes it goes.
(The music, who knows...) I looked for you in a bar.
(Now I walk for her...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (but tomorrow, who knows...)
of sleeping alone.
 
My habit of you,
sometimes nothing, something it's there
like a sea without veils,
like a sky without creases,
but oh, what a want.
 
Today, the world goes like this.
Everything no, then everything yes.
We talked about it during that dinner,
two glasses and one problem: us.
'Where are we going?'
 
(Around the city...) Then I didn't see you.
(But people don't know...) That I really miss you sometimes.
(I chased you...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (you pushed me away...)
of sleeping alone.
 
(Love goes like this...) Sometimes it comes, sometimes it goes.
(The music, who knows...) I looked for you in a bar.
(Now I walk for her...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (but tomorrow, who knows...)
of sleeping alone.
 
Now like the sun up there in the middle of the sea.
This life is beautiful - there's everything to do again.
Now that you're the sun, alone in the middle of the sea,
life will change with everything to enjoy.
 
(I chased you...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (you pushed me away...)
of sleeping alone.
 
(Love goes like this...) Sometimes it comes, sometimes it goes.
(The music, who knows...) I looked for you in a bar.
(Now I walk for her...) I'm not afraid anymore
but I'm too tired (but tomorrow, who knows...)
of sleeping alone.
 
Now like the sun, alone in the middle of the sun.
 

Summer Day

Sleepy neighbourhood in the summer
Wires run over the roof
We are alone
The birds are flying nowhere
 
Let me tell you that the sun has risen
Tell that the wind has sung to me,
That the leaves have rustled softly
When we came to the window with you
 
The day flies forward
Past someone's houses
I know someone is waiting for me
There are ghosts of dreams in the windows
 
Happy rain rushed over the houses
And filled my soul with joy
And I run like the wind on a date
Catching the moment of happy youth
 
The soft light of the street lights,
The shadows around are cold
And we are going quickly
Away from the full moon
 
The transparent moonlight brightens the night
And the stars will remind us in silence
Of how lovely it was to watch
The rain in the window together this summer
 

I'm leaving this town

I'm leaving this town,
Nobody will see me for a long time,
Nobody.
My address will not be known by my friends and family,
Nor by you, not even you,
My former love,
My former love.
 
Ref ×2:
Is there or is there not
Someone right for me, I wonder,
And even stronger than destiny,
Who will know
How to guide me through life?
 
I'm leaving this town,
Who knows where I'll go.
Don't ask, ask.
I'm going there where
No one will remind me of the two of us,
My former love,
My former love.
 
Ref. ×2
 

Gonna go to Leningrad

- Gonna go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
There those two were softly saying,
Braking up and were assailing.
- You're like that! - You're like that!
- You're bad! - You're bad!
Gonna go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
 
It all happened at the station,
At the midst of summertime.
Made all decisions, affirmations
And the tickets bought meantime.
Up to waist in smoke is covered
Engine, set to go about,
Express train of light blue colour
Almost ready to pull out.
Gonna go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
 
But when in a peaky cap a fellow
Held his little flag upright,
Engine blew out steam in billows,
Semaphore been set alight,
When exactly at twelve-twenty
One bell rang, another rang -
It is now time for departing,
It is now time for departing:
- My endearing! - My beloved!
- I’m like that! - I’m like that!
- I'm bad! - I'm bad!
- I won’t go to Leningrad!
- I’m so glad! - I’m so glad!
 

The Ballad of Flemmingrad

Each December without accommodating
We praise a troll who has a great expression
And a memory of this friendship
The grace of this soul is Flemmingrad
 
Without ever forgetting, or without the past erasing,
The nostrils were used to feed.
 
It's one of us....
 

Song of the destroyers on Leningrad front

We were created by Stalin,
Menacing destroyers, —
The country sends us to avenge our Motherlland.
He will not save himself inside armour,
The enemy will pay back thrice
His bill to my Motherland.
 
Chorus:
The destroyer wages battle —
The hordes of wolves are howling.
I have opened a deadly account
For the fascist rascals.
Beat! Beat!
Beat the fascists in the dug-outs,
Bury them in debris,
Beat them! Beat them!
With fierce revenge in the spirit,
Following Stalin's orders.
 
Stalin led the innumerable force
Out to victorious battle,
The enemy will not find any way back.
I'll well-aimedly send a bullet,
Avenge for my father
And for the tears and blood of children.
 
Chorus.
 
Burning with wrath towards the German,
Nikolaev beats the enemies,
Goličenkov moves them down by the hundreds.
The country will not forget
The names of the brave,
It'll retain them with love forever.
 
Chorus.
 
Growing is our army of the brave,
Like Smoljačkov the hero,
Like Pahomov, Rusinov.
We'll beat them until the end,
To exterminate the enemies,
To fullfill Stalin's order with honour.
 
Chorus.
 

A Girl Is Digging Up the Vineyard (Cheerful Mix)

A girl is digging up the vineyard, vineyard,
There comes a young fella, a young fella..
Good morning little girl, have you digged up the vineyard? (x2)
 
I'm digging up for one hour today, for one hour.
And tomorrow I'll do it for the whole day, the whole day.
A mother is yelling from the cottage, that's not your bussiness, you little rowdy? (x2)
 
Where are you coming from, Anica, Anica?
I'm coming from Ravanica, Ravanica?
Take me accross the road, I don't know where's Ruma from here. (x2)
 
Where are you coming from, Nicholas, Nicholas?
I'm coming from Krushedol, Krushedol.
I've kissed the most beautiful raven Krushedolian girls (x2)
 
Where do you come from, Anchica, the blondie?
Well, I'm a sis from Osek, a merchant's daughter.
(x2)
 
In the down, I'm drinking on the faith,
Again I'm kissing the raven girl..
(x2)
 
Congrats to you, Anchica, the blondie,
I prefer kissing you, than the other six (girls).
(x2)
In the down, I'm drinking on the faith,
Again I'm kissing the raven girl..
(x2)
 
Anchica, the blondie, when I look at you,
I prefer kissing you than the other seven(girls).
(x2)
Now everyone knows what's a tambourine,
and what a raven girl likes.
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, have you been kissed recently?
Have you been kissed recently, oh, Jela, Jelena?
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole village knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelica, oh, my soul and my heart,
my soul and my heart, Jela, Jelica.
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Ooohhhh...
Jela, Jela, Jela, Jela, Jelena have you been kissed recently?
Have you been kissed recently, oh, Jela, Jelena?
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole village knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Well, a little bit from me, a little bit from you,
more from me than from you,
then we'll love eachother,
me and you, girl.
 
Ohhhh!
Well, a little bit from me, a little bit from you,
more from me than from you,
then we'll love eachother,
me and you, girl.
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you.
 
Ooooohhh!
A glass to me, a glass to you (presumably of an alchoholic beverage)
more to me, than to you,
then we'll love eachother
me and you, girl.
(x2)
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you..
 
Oooooohhh!
Hug me, kiss me, kiss me, hug me,
And throw me on the bad, then do what you want..
 
Oooooohhh!
Well, hug me, kiss me, kiss me, hug me,
And throw me on the bad, then do what you want..
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you..
 

Muse

Your verse I'm reading: there's no rhyme
Its rhythm's uneven, fractured and bizarre...
Yes, but the spirit!
It's sparkling, beautiful, poetic!
It's life itself: from verbs' and to conjunctions' use!
 
One shall be yearning to create at once,
The rhyme and rhythm will come rushing from afar,
My poetry
Will pray to see the light, with passion, energetic...
You are a poet! But then on top of that, you are a MUSE!
 

Sotheby's

Red I've painted red again,
Black ink's used to color black,
My white linen's soaked in white wash
Added blue dye to the blue.
 
Antiseptic green- for green stuff,
Yellow painted yellow still
Oh, it seems so very easy:
One just came and painted life.
 
But the sacrifice is huge! The artist,
Giving paintings his life's breath,
Can't escape that he, with blood-red,
Must wet brushes with his soul.
 
Painting life continues staining
Artists' souls like dressing gowns...
While at Sotheby's, those price tags
Keep on rising every time...
 

My city

More often I am going trough your gates
Then I take a walk to the old town
Then the pictures start coming, and I don't know even know how many
My city
 
I am missing you more with every year that goes by
Bond togheter, we share the same destiny
Wounded many times but we never
Fell on our knees
 
Ref.
My city, my old friend
There I am always smiling and myself
There I gave my heart to her
 
My city, my old friend
I almost know every rock of yours
There I have my roots
 
I oftens go down to your shore
And I am looking for my old friends
The river, and your reflections in it
My city
 
And some new kids are running in the street
With the same enthusiasm, the same destiny
One day like you and I
Brothers they will become
 
Ref. X2
 

Georgian song

Versions: #2
I will plant a grapeseed in the warm and fertile georgian soil,
I will kiss the grapevine and I'll gather the amber-ripe grapes,
And I'll call all my friends and I'll tune to love my heart and soul,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place?
 
Come on gather my guests and partake of the meal in our session,
Come on speak to my face who i am , what you think is my worth...
King of heaven will pardon my faults and forgive my transgressions
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth?
 
In the dark red attire you'll be singing to me , oh, my darling,
In the black-white attire I will kneel with her hand on my face,
And I'll listen to her till I die of the sad love she's sharing,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place?
 
And if sunset should fume all around me and sweep at the corners,
Let me see many times as a glimpse of a dream floating forth
The white ox, the blue eagle, and the golden forelle in their honour,
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth?
 

You Got a Light?

[Roger:]
What else?1
 
[Mimi:]
Got a light?
 
[Roger:]
Who are you?
You're - you're shivering
 
[Mimi:]
I'm fine, the power is cut off
Somehow, nothing's working right today
You got a light?
Why're you staring at me like that?
 
[Roger:]
Hardly!2
Your hair in the moonlight,
You look familiar
Will you make it?
 
[Mimi:]
Have nothing in my stomach, gotta eat
It's good that the room is standing still now
Ah, whatever... What?
 
[Roger:]
Nothing!
Your gaze reminds me of
 
[Mimi:]
I always remind people of...
Who is she?
 
[Roger:]
She died. And her name was April.
 
[Mimi:]
I'm such a klutz!
Your heart's broken
You got a light?
 
[Roger:]
Ah...
 
[Mimi:]
Yeah... Ow!
 
[Roger:]
Oh, the wax. It's-
 
[Mimi:]
...dripping. I like it - between the...
 
[Roger:]
...fingers! How about if... ah, nothing!
Good night!
Did it go out again?
 
[Mimi:]
No, I lost my stuff
 
[Roger:]
Now I know where I saw you earlier
I was there a lot!
Your light is out
 
[Mimi:]
I'm feeling sick - I had it when I came through your door
It's pure - is it here with you?
 
[Roger:]
With me?
 
[Mimi:]
They say my ass is the best in the entire East Village
Is that true?
 
[Roger:]
What?
 
[Mimi:]
You're staring at me
 
[Roger:]
Oh no, I mean-
You have got a - really quite pretty...
Something's familiar
 
[Mimi:]
Like the deceased?
 
[Roger:]
When you smile, yeah
But we've met somewhere else
 
[Mimi:]
Do you ever go to the Cat Scratch Club?
That's my job - I dance
Help me look!
 
[Roger:]
Yes! You perform while tied up
 
[Mimi:]
You gotta make a living
 
[Roger:]
I totally didn't recognize you
Without the handcuffs
 
[Mimi:]
I'm absolutely freezing,
Come, give me another light
 
[Roger:]
Forget the stupid stuff
You look like you're 16
 
[Mimi:]
I'm 19! I feel older
I was born to be wild
 
[Roger:]
Me too, not so long ago
I shivered like you
 
[Mimi:]
I'm cold, you know that though!
 
[Roger:]
And this sweat?
 
[Mimi:]
I've got a cold
 
[Roger:]
Aha!
I was a junkie myself
 
[Mimi:]
Well, once in a while,
I like to feel good3
 
[Roger:]
Here's - ummmm...
 
[Mimi:]
What was that?
 
[Roger:]
Candy wrapper.
 
[Mimi:]
We're like fire
Hey, let me have the fire!
 
[Roger:]
My last match
 
[Mimi:]
We can still see
Thank God there's a moon
 
[Roger:]
Maybe it's not just the moon
I think Spike Lee's filming in front of our house
 
[Mimi:]
Such bullshit! Such bullshit
 
[Roger:]
Cold hands
 
[Mimi:]
Yours too
Big, like my father's...
Do you wanna dance?
 
[Roger:]
With you?
 
[Mimi:]
No - with my father!
 
[Roger:]
I'm Roger
 
[Mimi:]
They call me,
They call me, Mimi~
 

• 1. Roger thought Mark was at the door, so presumably means 'What else?' as if Mark came back to say more to him. In the English, he asks 'What'd you forget?'
• 2. In this phrase, Roger means, 'I'm hardly trying to stare at you!' or 'I'm not staring!'
• 3. Uncertain of the meaning of this

Ghosts of the city

My acts are not the words, the faith is leading me
This might be the end you wanted
And I'm ready to stand behind my verse
I love you like no other girl because you're special and quiet
You were giving them your smile and your tears
But you gave me your heart that was carried over your lips
I don't wanna lie to you, but I'm really screwed
I turn my head to other side cuz I don't wanna look at you
It'll take some time to get used to be without her
Because I found better myself with you and next to you
A big heart is looking for you for nights
Love is not made of the words that we call lies
You're the only one, but I'm not your hero anymore
You're beautiful, you trapped my mind and body
Love is narcissus and people are scared of it
But tell me, was it worth it after everything
 
Chorus (x2)
We are the ghosts of the city
We are not friends I guess?
Her bench and her house
One love in two of us
My endless story
Another guy is kissing her now
She's losing me, she's falling
And the hope dies last
 
That one person that can calm me down
And I'm heading back to the winter days when we were walking
I'm not perfect, but I don't want to blame you
You always wanted me to dedicate and write a song for you
Now there's no you, there's no us, I'm waiting for the dawn
And I release my voice, I let all the demons get out of me
Looking at these that approach you, but you don't want them
Because our relationship was like a needle in the brain
I never cry because I'm not a cunt from those stories
That new dude you're with is your kitsch
The time changes, but you're different now
And after everything I'll find you on the margin list
 
Chorus (x4)
We are the ghosts of the city
We are not friends I guess?
Her bench and her house
One love in two of us
My endless story
Another guy is kissing her now
She's losing me, she's falling
And the hope dies last
 

The song of a tradition

- This tradition starts with a song, an awesome song!
- (Olaf:) I love you. Start singing!
 
- Someone knocks the door again
Open the door to see who knocks the door
We have guests once more
We have a lot of happiness
- (Olaf:) Sing it better!
- Tick & Tick & Tick (clock's ticktock sound), the clock of the house
Says that it's time for guests(' comings)
- (Elsa:) Who says?!
- The guests of the new year
- (Anna:) Ah! That's a troll!
- The pleasure of your home
 
Then you'll lick it & make a wish!
 
Hello! Hope you enjoy the Persian lyrics♪

Jövőre Prizrenben!

Merre tartanék ha nem tudnám az indulási pontomat - ahol sírjaink a babarózsa mezein vannak,
az elmúlt századok nagy tetteinek néma tanúi a hősöknek akik inkább talpon állva haltak volna meg?
A termékeny földet csontjaink táplálták netán hogy ma hallgatnunk kelljen, míg a hatalom eltépi tőlünk?
Fontos-e hogy Metóhijából vagy Dorcolból származom-e, hogy a lelkem fájjon az igazságtalanság miatt?
Ebben a harcban a repülőgépek mit sem érnek, csak azok a tankönyvek amelyek világosan kimondják:
ki emelte fel a kolostort, ki gyalázta meg az oltárt, mely örökség az örök büszkeség és mi a szégyenletes.
Se a bombák se a szavazatok nem törölték el Lázárt, mindaddig, amíg új generációk nőnek fel rajta.
Ami szent, soha nem lehet elveszett. Reményben növekedj, piros virág, valaki újra fel fog szedni.
Az iránytűm a gyökered, a mellkasomban az én szívem. Nélküle a pénzemmel a Kegyelem útján átkozott vagyok.
És mint a papír hajók melyek a hazugság tengerén vitorláznak, de alapvetően csak süllyedek...
 
Folyamatosan kérdezitek tőlem, mit jelent számomra Koszovó. Nem értitek? Ismét megmagyarázom:
Koszovó az a mag, amelyből megszülettem, a forrás és a völgy, ahonnan a nép származik.
Gonosz nyelvek azt mondják, hogy Koszovó összeomlott. Az ártatlanok és a gyengék azt mondják, hogy Koszovónak vége van.
Én mindenkinek azt mondom, hogy Koszovót csak elrabolták, lerombolt és égetett az átkozott fő ellenség által.
Furcsa számotokra, hogy a városi gyereknek nincs más témája mert most itt ilyen a helyet – mindenki csak a maga érdekét nézi.
Hit nélkül, remény nélkül és vágy nélkül élünk. Tornyokat emelünk de elfelejtjük az alapokat.
Mert egy nép származás nélkül csak egy kiszárított folyó. Anya nélkül tejtől megfosztott gyermek vagyunk.
De itt a régi helyen, ahol Milos életét áldozta, Lázár igazságosságával vezetve újra feltámad a nép.
Mert bennünk továbbra is él a jóslat - A koszovói fogadalom amely örök időkig él majd.
Ezért tanítjuk a gyermekeket, hogy ismerjék a valódi igazságot. És az üdvözletünk legyen: 'Jövőre Prizrenben!'
 
És én imádkozom,
Kandallómhoz, hogy visszatérjek.
A lelkem téged csókol,
Égtől megvett szent föld.
 
Koszovó, Koszovó, szeretett földem, Sas vagy az egemen de a szárnyaid töröttek.
Keserű a könnyem, a mellkasomban űr van, a hazám szíve a személyiségem lényege...
Félelmet nem ismerő hősök véréből a mezőn babarózsák nyíltak. Azon a helyen, ahol országom felemelkedik az égre,
az uralkodó megmutatta nekünk, miért érdemes szenvedni. Koszovóhoz kötött minket Lázár, mítosszal és átokkal.
Az ördög akkor sem állt meg és a gonoszt továbbra is küldte - undorító fő ellenségeket, kevesünkre akik megmaradtunk.
Csak egyszer voltak a törökök, majd éhes farkasok jöttek. Tegnap nyársra húztak minket, most egy sárga házban kínoznak.
És még mindig tiltják, hogy nem láthatom a freskóimat mert emlékeztetni fognak a dicsőséges őseimre,
hogy soha ne halhassam a Decani szerzetesek dalát, Milos hős szívében, hogy ne ébredjen fel az erő.
Ismerem mindezeket a csínyeket és számtalanszor láttam már keresztjeinket mikor törik és megszentségtelenítik Vidovdán-t,
De ez itt nem az első alkalom hogy elvándorlásban vagyunk. De amikor eljön az idő, a paraszt eljő a mezőjéhez.
Mert mi életünket adtuk mindenhol a szabadságért, hogy holnap a szerb gyermeket hősnek nevezzék.
Ezért hallgasd meg, fiam: És a legrosszabbnak is bocsáss meg de a hazáért add az életed.
Kosmet örökre a mi földünk!
 
És én imádkozom,
Kandallómhoz, hogy visszatérjek.
A lelkem téged csókol,
Égtől megvett szent föld .
Babarózsáink, hogy feltámadjanak dicsőség,
Jövőre Prizrenben!
 

The City

Is the hand of the alien enough
To paint the lie
To everyone
What am I to you
You drowned in the water
Is the word enough
My master is
To everyone
What am I to you
You burnt and disappeared in the fire
 
Ref.
Don’t leave me now,
Because it is not a worthy city,
Don’t you dare say “no” to me,
Because I am not young anymore
 

I'd Like So Much

I'd like so much to watch smile,
With eyes filled with joy, all children.
I'd like so much for people
To be better, without becoming saints.
 
I'd like so much to break the bars
In the windows of all prisons.
I'd like so much for anguished cries
To become, little by little, songs.
 
I'd like to rule (the world) for a moment
So I could bring justice where there is none.
I'd like it if, when I ruled the world,
It were impossible for me to make mistakes!
 
I'd like it so much if those who are responsible
For all the misery that mires this world,
Would live in even greater abject misery
Than those who now endure it, just for a second.
 
I'd like so much for those things to happen
That I know, can never happen at all...
 

Next Year in Prizren

Where would I go if I didn’t know where we came from?
Where fields of peonies cover our graves.
Silent witnesses of centuries of great deeds.
Heroes who chose to perish on their feet.
Did they feed their bones to the fertile land
So that we today remain silent, while they take it from us by force?
It matters not if I am from Metohija or Dorcol.
How can my soul not hurt from the injustice?
In this battle airplanes are useless.
What matters are schoolbooks that tell us:
Who built the temple, who defiled the altar.
What deeds brought eternal honour, and what deeds brought shame.
Neither bombs, nor elections could erase Lazar.
And as long as the new generations preserve his memory
That which is sacred will never be lost.
Grow with hope, red flower, that someone will pluck you once more.
My compass is your root, the heart in my chest.
Without it, I am cursed, without Grace, living for money
And like a paper boat, sailing on a sea of lies
I only keep sinking…
 
You keep asking what Kosovo means to me.
You still don’t understand? I’ll explain again:
Kosovo is the seed I grew out of.
The spring and the trough from which my people started flowing.
Ill wishers tell us Kosovo is lost.
Disloyal and weak say Kosovo is done for,
Destroyed and burnt down by the cursed enemy.
It puzzles you that a kid from the city thinks about such things?
Since these days everyone just watches their own ass.
We live without faith, without hope, and without the will,
Building towers without foundation.
For a people without roots is a dried up river.
Without our mother, we are infants without milk.
But here, at the ancient place, where Milos gave his life,
Led by the justice of Lazar, the people will be resurrected.
For within us the prophecy lives on –
The Kosovo Oath will live forever.
So let us teach our children to know the full truth
And let our greeting be ‘Next year in Prizren!’.
 
And I pray
To return to my hearth
My soul will sanctify you
Oh holy land, bought from the Heavens
 
Oh Kosovo, Kosovo, my beloved land
You are the eagle in my sky, but your wings are broken.
My bitter tear, the emptiness in my chest.
The heart of my fatherland, the essence of my being…
Peonies have grown in the field, they sprang from the blood of fearless heroes
At the place where my land reaches up to the sky.
Our sovereign taught us what one should sacrifice for.
Lazar has bound us to Kosovo through myth and curse.
The Devil didn’t stop then, he kept sending evils –
Filthy enemies and scum – at what little was left of us.
Back then it was the Turks, now it’s hungry wolves.
Yesterday they impaled us on a stake, today they torture is in the ‘yellow house’.
And they won’t even let me see my frescoes,
For they will awaken memories of my proud ancestors.
They won’t let me hear the song of the monks from Decani,
So that the strength of the hero Milos doesn’t awaken in my heart.
I’ve seen that trickery countless times, and I know it well.
When they break our crosses and defile our Saint Vitus’ Day.
But it’s not the first time that we find ourselves fleeing and trekking,
And the peasant will always return to his field some day.
For we have died everywhere, and always for the sake of freedom
So that a hero’s child could call himself a Serb
Listen well, my son: Forgive even the worst person
But for the fatherland one must die
Kosovo is forever our land!
 
And I pray
To return to my hearth
My soul will sanctify you
Oh holy land, bought from the Heavens
May peonies resurrect
Our glory, next year in Prizren
 

Goodbye Everyone

Where the poet Orlusha stopped
I’ll go ahead and turn on your ears. 1
 
[Couplet 1]
Those fucked up pedestrians and bus drivers,
I hate those fucking freaks every day, all the time,
and those fucked up cops and road workers,
my Fridays are fuckin’ fucked, and especially Saturday.
 
[Chorus]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
It's fucking pissing me off, goodbye everyone... 2*
 
[Couplet 2]
Summer is a fucking bitch, especially fuck autumn
Even fuck Alla, everyone has worn her**
Fuck these faces in the television
That joke, that dance, that frolic in the arena
 
[Chorus]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
It's fucking pissing me off, goodbye everyone...
 
[Couplet 3]
Fuck the fucking wind and rain, the sun was fucking cold too
Fuck Putin, fuck Medvedev and Obama's fucking mug, ***
Meat, fish, vodka, women and fishing and hunting
Fuck the week, fuck relaxing on Saturday
 
[Chorus]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
It's fucking pissing me off, goodbye everyone...
 
[Couplet 4]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
You’re all fucked, goodbye everyone…
 
If you’ve sworn someone in vain,
The calendar will mark that day.
We rush off for new adventures, friends
So go on ahead conductor.****
 

• 1. He sets up two things, the profanity to come, and his opening words before the song. This is a good way to start a song. If you know who Orlusha is, and his works
• 2. It is hard for me to figure out how to go with this….and honestly by this point I was tired of rifling through trying to remove the asterisks from the Russian lyrics and was like, eh, just going to interpret the fucks however I wish. Honestly, I don’t think there is a right way to interpret what he is saying, correct me if I’m wrong

To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.

Nobody's

I was nobody's like the wind over the sea.
Nobody's like the stream that flows through the mountains.
Nobody's like the glare of the dawn light.
Nobody's like the stars in the cold nights.
Nobody's, nobody's.
 
But the nobody's man is always unhappy.
Like the sky without birds, like the water without fish.
And the nobody's man will disappear without a trace.
Like a star that fades away in the dark sky.
Like a star.
 
Chorus:
For luck or for sorrow,
For joy or for trouble
The sea has pushed you out to me
Like a wet starfish.
My guilty eyes will say to you,
The sea and the leaves will say to you:
'Forgive me for being nobody's once.
Forgive me for being nobody's once.
But now I'm yours like the sea.
I'm yours!'
 
But you don't whisper to me: 'I'm yours, yours!'
You're proud of being alone and nobody's.
But the nobody's man will disappear without a trace.
Like a star that fades away in the dark sky.
Like a star.
 
You don't come to me, to me.
I write you the letters. I write them on the water with a paddle.
Go out to the shore and catch the seagulls
Like the flying letters of love,
Of love.
 
Chorus:
For luck or for sorrow,
For joy or for trouble
The sea has pushed you out to me
Like a wet starfish.
My guilty eyes will say to you,
The sky and the leaves will say to you:
'Forgive me for being nobody's once.
Forgive me for being nobody's once.
But now I'm yours like the sea.
I'm yours!'
 

I press my face against the window

I press my face against the window like a mournful guard.
And the night sky is beneath me.
The valleys lay down on my hand
In the immobility of double horizon.
 
I press my face against the window like a mournful guard.
I'm looking for you beyond the expectation,
Beyond myself.
 
I love you so much that I no longer now
Which of the two of us is not here, not here, not here.
 
You will leave and the doors will open to the sunrise.
You will leave and the doors will open to me.
You will leave and the doors will open to the sunrise.
You will leave and the doors will open to me...
 
I closed my eyes to not see again.
I closed my eyes to cry
Because I don't see you.
Where are your hands, your gentle hands?
Where are your eyes, the whims of a day?
 
All is lost, you are not here.
The night's memory is fading.
All is lost! All is lost!
I'm alive! I'm alive!
 
You will leave and the doors will open to the sunrise.
You will leave and the doors will open to me.
You will leave and the doors will open to the sunrise.
You will leave and the doors will open to me...
 

How beautiful this world is

You'll wake up at dawn
We'll watch the birthday
Of the sunrise together.
 
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is!
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is!
 
You can't help noticing
That the nightingales and the pigeons
Live in this world.
 
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is...
 
You've looked at and minutes
Seem to stop.
Take them like the dew.
 
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is!
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is...
 

I am here

I know you're looking for much but try to stop
For just a moment look around
We live our lives like we're a factory's trash
While somebody sorts us, keeps us going
Chooses if we're good or bad and throws us away
And we listen to the instructions of the crazy voices
Powerless like boats in the storm
And no one to remember how to drive it
Nobody remembers to think with his head
We let the programs tell us what's going on
We're looking at a screen to get to know someone
We sit across the street, and we're so far away
Repeated phrases lose their sense
The best ones are used again and again
No one is trying to say something new
It's easier for everyone to stay away
Let's go out for a while, where there's action
To see the reality outside of newspaper articles
To hear firsthand how things are
So let's go back to the old ideals
 
Refrain
If I'm needed -- I am here, a little imagination -- I am here
If you think it's late and when it's over -- I am here
If they want to get you back and they're lying -- I am here
And when everything stops -- I'll be there again
 
If I'm needed -- I am here, a little imagination -- I am here
If you think it's late and when it's over -- I am here
If they want to get you back and they're lying -- I am here
Until the wounds are closed -- I'll always be there
 
I'm the fifth element of music, turn up the speakers
Come out of the closet, let the sound come with you
Try to bother (them) again, because the system is destroyed
Life is complex but I can regulate
Feel the madman's pulse, don't be afraid, get up
You spent a lot of time at the edge of the cliff
Forget the soap operas and the hooks
To own the streets is the evidence you're the king
Suspicious eyes narrowed their view, many are confused
Tell a judge about it before he dies
Our brain is programmed to get instructed
Their lies are balm for deadened functions
There are new factions, a revolution on the tape
DJafe Selasije defends the soul of the nation
For all the lost ideals and the state of hibernation
Brings you the right 'mental editorials'
Be patient, follow me, without panic
Go out there get out of your shoes faster
To share the inventory of truth
Because time flies fast and out habits are bad
 
Refrain
If I'm needed -- I am here, a little imagination -- I am here
If you think it's late and when it's over -- I am here
If they want to get you back and they're lying -- I am here
And when everything stops -- I'll be there again
 
If I'm needed -- I am here, a little imagination -- I am here
If you think it's late and when it's over -- I am here
If they want to get you back and they're lying -- I am here
Until the wounds are closed -- I'll always be there
 

I Like You

The world doesn’t stop turning, time runs, it doesn’t wait.
And what I don’t live with you, vanishes and leads me to despair.
Sleeping next to you is supposed to be a madness,
that’s why I try to reach you
and to cast you a spell.
 
Wooo, wooo! I like you, I like you.
Wooo, wooo! I like you!
 
I crumble shark and snake teeth in a soup.
I add the brain of a clever frog.
My hand hurts so much for stirring all day long,
that now I can happily say the spell.
 
Wooo, wooo! I like you, I like you.
Wooo, wooo! I like you!
 
Come out from your den,
witches, magicians and charmers.
Please help me to steal her heart.
Came out and spread out vigorously your powers,
and everywhere make her be always in heat.
 
May she think, when she sees me: “Damn, what a fucking cool guy!”
May she see in me John Travolta
who takes her to the dancefloor and wins her while dancing.
 
Wooo, wooo! I like you, I like you.
Wooo, wooo! I like you!
 

Tits (Breasts)

Versions: #3
The world will be transformed at once, there will be more beauty all around,
And like a rhinestones the smiles will sparkle and drawbridges will come down,
Our river banks will join together, you'll become more closer and dear,
When I'll implant for myself new tits, the ice will melt and snow disappear.
 
Chorus:
When for myself, when for myself, when I'll implant for myself new tits,
When for myself, when for myself, when I'll implant for myself new tits,
Tits... (x 6)
Tits...(x 6)
 
And birds will sing in winter, the problems will be solved with *PHD,
And the sad one will have some fun,
The diamonds, gold, fur will fall in price at once,
And vodka will turn into whiskey in a split,
And there will be light and happiness, when I implant for myself new tits.
 
Chorus:
When for myself, when for myself, when I'll implant for myself new tits,
When for myself, when for myself, when I'll implant for myself new tits,
Tits... (x 6)
Tits... (x 6)
Tits...(x 6)
 
The neighbours will stop drilling, their friendly faces will start to glow,
In pubs from taps almost for free, fresh stout will start to flow,
And sanctions will be revoked on the spot, Magnitsky act and names on the lists,
It will be warm, the frost will disappear, when for myself I'll implant new tits.
 
Chorus:
When for myself, when for myself, when I'll implant for myself new tits,
When for myself, when for myself, when I'll implant for myself new tits,
 

One more night

Yeah, let's drink now, and take over
BS, all together now, one more night
And if we don't see each other again
I share happiness and pain, one more night
 
Do you see, do you hear
Do you feel, do you understand
This music is here to remind you
To follow the right path and get away from the wrong one
And this is perhaps our last evening
My friends, let the alcohol flow
Go crazy if my tears run
I will cut it now, but I'll relate until the end
This lasts for one more night
For only one more night I give it my best
Let my vocal chords burst, let the sweat roast my face
Call an emergency - To get me off the stage
I can't hide my sadness any longer
I'm trying to joke, but in fact I barely breathe
Silently I gather more and more power
Beogradski Sindikat, dies this night
 
Ref 2x
 
My friends, I'm here for one more night
One more night, and then I decide to leave
Now and here I swear, on this rotten world
Am I supposed to be disgusting - I don't know, I don't remember
This night with these sounds with just my people
My good people, and If i'm gonna die
I decide to spit on this world that's full of sadness
But fuck tomorrow, it will be as it will be
Tonight I still found salvation for a moment
And every new night the word spreads like fire
Useless are the tear gas, useless are the wars
Tonight you do not have enough handcuffs for us
Because I'll break everything, blood flows like tears
Damn this life - When you're happy you've got everything
And as it runs like a river, damn, I may never see you
But the memory shines, shines like the Sindikat
 
Ref.
 
Give me another night, to say what I have to
Let me make another toast with everyone
To see in their eyes that the fight is still alive
So let me face my fate with a smile
This world is cold, nobody cares
They're not interested in anything outside their four walls
I'm searching for the meaning between two rhymes
But I found people who give meaning to everything
Tonight they hear us
Let the song make it's way through wind and storm
They can arrest us, keep us and beat us
But they have no way to stop the message
Discrete heroes are consistent with the code
Real values are not for sale
Tomorrow, when we leave, the songs may stay
To sing them as a call for the final rebellion
 
One more night!
 
I found you, and I found myself
Only with you my memories don't fade
Now, at the end of the road, the light from the beginning shines
Through happiness, pain and sadness making their way through words
One more night, let me raise my glass
To remind everyone again of our eternal fire
Which has set on fire, and will burn the evil on which it will fall
Which fire lighted up so we don't lose our way*
Which is the flame of truth, turns lies into dust
Gives strength like the sun, gives life with the truth
Let the fire of the eternal love that we call 'Sindikat'
To enlight all the people and never turn off
Friends, comrades and brothers, these are my words
Now bring a glass of bile with a drop of utopia
Give me an ancient goblet to make it fly up high
To drink a glass for the BS - our love
 
Ref. 2x
 

The Ballad of Flemmingrad (Traditional Version)

Versions: #2
The most loved troll by all the people,
With bedside manners and a shining mushroom
It's Flemmingrad, the friend whom
You would have liked to have by your side
They used to give him the moss and the bluest berries,
That he used to devour throwing them down.
He used to force down stew
For all that food, he was more and more grateful
 
And then he used to love rolling,
He used to love so much rolling away
 
One day humans arrived there,
He wanted to run away or hide himself
But since he had put on weight
He got stuck in the middle of a rock
The rock was broken (by someone) and the little greedy
Ended up straight in a fjord
Unfortunately when he fell down
The tender troll never emerged again
Stuck, but not forgotten.
 
Since always he used to love rolling,
He used to love so much rolling away
 
And that's why we have this tradition.
 
It's in december that we gather
To pay homage to a troll we honor,
It was Flemmingrad, a being
Of joyful and unaffected heart.
We use to dig deep with all our friends,
Filling his nostrils with grass,
His beautiful statue will be useful not to forget Flemmingrad
We do a symbolic rite,
For Flemmy, the mushroom-troll!
 

Belgrade

It ( Belgrade) has a wonderful power
to fullfil the night with light
with brightness of your smile
it dispels the sorrow
 
It gives love to everyone
and opens all doors
like old, loving companion
it is always
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
at the mouth of two rivers
beneath the Avala
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
for centuries
you've been keeping your white shape
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
your heart
you're giving unconditionally
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
your hug
and your love everybody wants
 
For you like
time is standing still
you live with your heart
always young, young
 
Chorus
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
everybody likes your
smiling/ singing streets
 
Belgrade (Belgrade)
Belgrade (Belgrade)
with us and within us
you're living
 
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