A keresés eredménye oldal 5

3 Songs: A Luigi Tenco Medley

And far, far away in time,
something in the eyes of another
will make you think again of my eyes—
of these eyes that loved you so very much.
 
And far, far away in the world—
in the smile on the lips of another—
you will see that shyness
of which you made such fun.
 
And far, far away in time,
by chance, the look on a face
will recall to you my face
and the sad expression that you so loved.
 
And far, far away in the world,
one beautiful evening, you will be with someone else.
And suddenly, who knows how or why?
You will find yourself speaking to her of me.
 
A love, from this day on, so far away.
 
___________________
 
The usual road, white like salt—
the wheat to grow, the fields to plow.
Watching every day to see if it rains or shines,
to know if tomorrow you will live or die,
and one day saying 'no more' and leaving.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Going far away to search for another world,
saying farewell to the courtyard, going away in a dream.
And then a thousand streets, grey like smoke,
in a world of lights—feeling yourself so insignificant.
Leaping a hundred years in just one day,
from oxcarts in the fields—to airplanes in the sky.
And understanding none of it and yearning to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Not knowing what to do in a world that knows all,
and having not even a single cent to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
___________________
 
When, in the evening, I return home,
I hardly have the will to speak.
Do not gaze at me with such tenderness
as if I were a child who returned disappointed.
Yes, I know, that this is most certainly not the life
that you envisioned one day for us.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see that I am not yet finished.
I cannot tell you how or when, but all will change.
 
I would rather know that you cry—
that you reproach me for having disappointed you—
and not to see you always so sweet.
Accept all that comes from me,
it makes me think more about you,
and I cannot give you more than that of me.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 

Sparkle☆彡Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure

Heart throbbing dreams are shining
Exciting worlds are expanding
Lightly! Jump over the galaxy
Sparkle! You are also a Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure
 
I want to encounter more 'I love you's than the usual 'I like you's
Our connected hearts are bound by zero gravity (infinite imagination)
Look! Even strange friends can daydream and head straight to space
I won't wait for the go sign!
 
Look upon a star☆ These colorful possibilities
Are what freely draw out the future
A fantasia night will make wishes come true!!
 
Heart throbbing♡ dreams are shining
Exciting worlds☆ are expanding
Go! Go! Go beyond your imagination
What should I do tomorrow?
Sparkle wonderfully when we're together!
Invincible! When connecting smiles
Sparkle! You are also a Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure
Pretty Cure!!
 

The Song of My Happiness

The bird on the branch
sings out his love, starting at dawn.
Reeds bend over,
murmuring words over the water of streams.
And I want to sing for you too—
listen to me.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—
my song is always the same,
it comes straight from my heart.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—
my song is always the same,
it is the song of my happiness
 
The mom who awakens
sings softly to rock the child.
The voice of an old woman
seeking to smile as if she were twenty years old.
And I want to sing for you too—
listen to me.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
my song is always the same,
it comes straight from my heart.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
my song is always the same,
it's the song of my happiness.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
my song is always the same,
it comes straight from my heart ...
 

A Song of the Streets

It's a song of the streets
that tells a story,
that of a stubborn love
that wants to know nothing
about the heart that falls asleep—
about the fire that turns to ash—
about the caresses that you forget
by dint of waiting for them.
 
A song of the streets—
one more song—
four cents of love—
that I sing
so that you hear me.
 
A song of love—
a song about
one more love
that I sing
so that you hear it.
 
The story of a beating heart,
despite the passing time,
that wonders why
all loves are erased—
why the day breaks
when it should not—
and leaves me on the beach
when you—you are no longer there.
 
A song of the streets—
one more song—
four cents of love—
that I sing
so that you hear me.
 
A song of love—
a song about
one more love
that I sing
so that you hear it—
so that you hear it—
you hear it.
 

A Study In Overthinking

[Intro]
The things, I'm thinking about, I can't explain
I hope you don't misunderstand
The days fall hard down on my empty head
Sorry for thinking out loud, yeah, yeah
 
[Verse 1]
They say I think too much, I say they think too little
I lower my gaze, believe me I don't regard them, no
For sure not those clicks that says, I might as well just nod at them
Fuck that shit, I'd rather leave it be
Why would I be out getting to know everyone and their mothers?
No, I'm here now
Sit down, take a sip, let me know how it's going
With you and your problems, oh my God, it's been so long
You cant find yourself? Believe me, it's a sign of the times
Believe me, it's not the cool thing to say, but I've tried the same before
Been close to burning out, exactly like a flame does
I think thoughts out loud, making my friends roll their eyes
I probably say things, that makes me end up in a straitjacket
But seriously, should I just follow suit?
Should I just be quiet and smile? Should I essentially give up?
Why do I keep thinking about it? Should really just stop, but
 
[Chorus]
Red-hot, golden glow, just like a sunset
New hope in deep blue, as when darkness falls
The eyes beam at everything you can see
One sip for me, one sip for you, one sip for me
Blackbird, snow white, turn around and come back
Right in the middle under the coldest of lights
Close your eyes and see everything, you can't see
One sip for you, one sip for me, one sip for you, one sip for me
 
[Verse 2]
So is there room for me here?
Room for the thoughts I'm thinking? Is there room for thoughts?
Should I let the ship sail? Should I anchor?
I don't know but I know, I shouldn't listen to them at all
I should just listen to myself, but I can't help it
The things I think about always makes it hard
I think about things so heavy, I took my time
Took my head for repair, said: 'Is it supposed to say like this?'
Just the other day I caught myself acting as my own fucking shrink
And I'm so schizophrenic I took two glasses of water, yeah I took two Ibuprofen
I thought I was losing it, now I'm good again
But I have no use of that shit, I mean
Should I really just follow suit?
Should I just be quiet and smile? Should I essentially give up?
Should I keep my eyes down? Should I mend my own business?
Is there room for another hello? Is there room for goodbye?
I don't know
 

Say Nothing

I've been here before
I'm ringing your doorbell
Hoping that you can see
Everything we could be
I've been here before
I'm ringing your doorbell
Hoping that you can see
Although I'm coming in, it will be too late
 
I don't hope that you'll look back
Although I say nothing
Although you say nothing
Oh-oh, although I
 
Will we find a calm again?
Talking about the same things
Hoping that you can see
Everything I could be
Will we find a calm again?
Talking about the same things
Hoping that you can see
Although I'm coming in, it will be too late
 
I don't hope that you'll look back
Although I say nothing
Although you say nothing
Oh-oh, although I
 
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Starrynightsss

Starry nights in my mind
Open up, letting me into
A world greater than me
Showing the way
In my head
I know that it's not too late
Reminds me that we're not alone
At least not tonight, tonight
 
Starry nights in my hand
Such an empty, weekly horizon
The beautiful nights shine in you
They show the way
In my head
I know that it's not too late
Reminds me that we're not alone
At least not tonight, tonight
 
Twenty-two summers when you said you missed the sun
Sitting there, waiting, but it won't return
Getting down from a bad high, I didn't hear what you said
Went a trip to Spain just to get a taste—
Of the sweet life - oranges, blue sky
Sunshine, soft serve, red sprinkles
Karma comes to those who never expect it
And you miss your summer dress 'cause it's almost December, yeah
The stars shimmer just like pale eyes
The air during the night is cold and white
Why would I cry and be here when—
I could sit there, smiling, being there
Your voice is from a distant timezone
On the other end of my phone
Don't tell anyone what we talk about
So tell me – why would I be here
When I could be there?
There's nowhere else
I'd rather be
 
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Ballad for a thin woman

The sun comes up and still the cold
and around the worlds I look for you in vain
among cobblestones of horror and tired houses
and doors who have forgotten their voice.
 
My steps are heard at the mute dawn
and there are no rabbits on your balcony
and loneliness, my cat on the threshold
of a cathedral of dreams...
 
How I'd love to write a song
that would make you crazy
and fly you three years backwards
thin woman
 
May the dead movement of days not murder
your clean verses at the cemetery
searching among heavy gravestones
for the name of the name that had your laughter.
 
A cynical sky of grey bowed maps
covers the square like a ceiling.
This morning, there's no tomorrow/morning anymore here
under the broken cheeks of April...
 
How I'd love to write a song
that would make me another person
or myself three years better
thin woman.
 
How much is left from your window to that sacred Thursday?
that miracle on the road
with the thumb parallel to the smile
and you trembling (for) me on the side
 
How I'd love to write a flight
to make a song return
that could chase away our forgetfulness and the end
thin woman.
 

All hells

Versions: #2
The paperless are hiding
In Jesusparken
And the kids are dancing at a [speakeasy]
In a projection of Apocalypse Now (Apocalypse Now)
 
Outside Emporia
Are two sick elephants
My sister drags diapers
Drags babies
The parking lot is bigger
Than a football pitch
 
Of all the hells on Earth
Of all the hells there are
Don't want to be from somewhere else
Don't want to be from somewhere else
Of all the hells on Earth
Of all the hells there are
 
Toes rotting foul smelling
Last night T-Bryggan was on fire
Raja called and said 'come don't be difficult'
When will you get rid of Stockholm (get rid of Stockholm)
 
And when they closed Hermodsdal
I was on the train going back
Was supposed to DJ at Debaser
At Bo01 there was a party but I said
No thanks I said fuck it
 
Of all the hells on Earth
Of all the hells there are
Don't want to be from somewhere else
Don't want to be from somewhere else
 
Of all the hells on Earth
Of all the hells there are
Don't want to be from somewhere else
Don't want to be from somewhere else
 
The roars echoed from the stadium
To Limhamn and to Rosengård
And Ibrahimmovic saw
The rainbows over Pildammarna
I'm sure
 
Let them curse let them talk
They mumble fucking monkey
At the festival I was glanced at by Salima
She was the star of Betlehem
She shined over all of Nydala
 
Of all the hells on Earth
Of all the hells there are (once more)
 
Of all the hells on Earth
Of all the hells there are
Don't want to be from somewhere else
Don't want to be from somewhere else
 
Of all the hells on Earth
Of all the hells there are
Don't want to be from somewhere else
Don't want to be from somewhere else
 
Of all the hells on Earth
Of all the hells there are
Of all the hells on Earth
Of all the hells there are
 

The Song by Prévert

Oh, I would so like it if you could remember that song of yours.
It was your favorite, I believe—it is by Prévert and Kosma.
And every time dead leaves bring you back into my memory,
day after day, loves that have ended never stop dying.
 
With others, of course, I abandon myself but their song is monotonous.
And little by little I become indifferent to that “there is nothing to be done.”
Because every time dead leaves bring you back into my memory,
day after day, loves that have ended never stop dying.
 
Can we ever know where or when indifference begins and ends?
Fall passes, winter comes, and so too the song by Prévert.
This song, the dead leaves erase you from my memory.
And, on that day, loves that have ended will have finished dying.
 
And, on that day, loves that have ended will have finished dying.
 

Love Will Persist

These words are echoing inside of me:
That your time has run out
 
Fumbling around in your memories
Those that will never end
 
I'm standing here
Without you
 
Once the last song is over
The cheers shall never end
 
For when the curtain has fallen and the lights have been turned out
The memories will be all we've got
 
Answers can't be found in sorrow
But love will persist
Yes, love will persist
 
I saw your life go up and down
Just like the sun does every day
 
But there is so much more than meets the eye
To choose the path of love is what you said
 
I'm standing here
Without you
 
But keep living
Inside of me
 
Once the last song is over
The cheers shall never end
 
For when the curtain has fallen and the lights have been turned out
The memories will be all we've got
 
Answers can't be found in sorrow
But love will persist
 
When the leaves start turning golden
In the autumn of love
 
The moments that are stolen
Are the ones that give me comfort
 
And love will live on
In the songs we've got
In the songs we've got
 
Once the last song is over
The cheers shall never end
 
For when the curtain has fallen and the lights have been turned out
The memories will be all we've got
 
Answers can't be found in sorrow
But love will persist
Yes, love will persist
 
For when the curtain has fallen and the lights have been turned out
The memories will be all we've got
 
Answers can't be found in sorrow
But love will persist
Yes, love will persist
 

Shelter castle at night in storm

Return home.
Going to the middle of the storm,
The pavilion sheltered from the rain.
Then came again for a year,
Sitting in a hatchback without a word.
Clear and white, self-protection,
Hello, my mother!
This is his suspicion.
Since childhood, parents have been born,
Ying Ying fifteen married Wang Chang.
If you read a poem, you don’t think about it.
Slaves are catkins and mad with the wind?
It’s hard to measure people,
Why is the dark room moonlight?
Conspiracy to poison the conscience,
Hugh books are like killings.
Touch your chest and think about it,
Unjust king
 

Victor Jara

Victor Jara was a son of peasants
As a child he worked
On sunburnt fields
Life was hard in Chile
His hands grew strong
His hands grew strong
 
He grew up and learned how to fight
His eyes saw more and more
They saw the injustice
In the villages and the towns all around
The fighting and the feasting
And what's life all about
He put into sounds and verses
For his Chilean people
Those verses were tender
Those verses were strong
 
He sang for the miners
For the peasants in the rural areas
He sang in front of many factories
And every worker understood
He accompanied Allende
There was a lot of work by day and by night
He sang take your brother's hand
Let's put an end to misery
His hands were tender
His hands were strong
 
On a bright day in September
The homicide junta made a coup
Fascist generals raided the land
And there was a graveyard peace in Chile
Thousands in the dungeons
Victor Jara was amongst them
Many were displaced to the stadium
Were tortured and tormented there
And there was nothing tender
There was nothing strong
 
Executions in the morning
Shots throughout the night
Pinochet's torturers
Didn't manage to silence Victor Jara
He sang for his comrades in that place
His voice was encouraging to many
He distroyed their fears with his singing
Despite of his own fear he was full of courage
Because his voice was tender
His voice was strong
 
The fascists broke his hands
Despite of that he still made songs
The beasts thrashed his face
Killing him slowly
Victor Jara was murdered
But his songs are not dead yet
They keep on telling about freedom
And help the Chilean people in their needs
Because his songs are vivid
Yes, his songs are strong
 
And we still can hear his voice
Singing about what still counts
In the struggle for Chile's freedom
It's our solidarity
That's a tender force
Yes, that force is strong
That's a tender force
Yes, that force is strong
Our force is tender
Yes, the truth is strong
 

Song For Her

She doesn’t make love,
she loves.
She doesn’t walk,
she dances.
She doesn’t speak,
she sings.
She doesn’t make love,
she loves.
 
La la la la la...
 
She doesn’t make love,
she loves.
She doesn’t lend herself,
she gives herself entirely.
She doesn’t cry,
she hurts.
She doesn’t make love,
she loves.
 
La la la la la…
 
She doesn’t make love,
she loves.
She doesn’t dream,
she floats on air.
She doesn’t feign living.
She doesn’t ask,
she helps herself.
 
La la la la la…
 

Give You More

I was young and dumb
And you were dumb and older
It was us versus them but that was then
I did everything for you, I believe all the lies
I never wanted to get away from there
To fall asleep, so in love
I thought that's how everything was going to be
 
You say you want to be with me
But I remember all the times you betrayed me
You want me to forgive you
But I can't give you more
See me, hear me, beg me, touch me
You want me to forgive you
But I can't give you more
 
I've stopped listening to you, yes, I've stopped caring
See how desperate you are?
You promise to chance, to just be someone else
Someone much better than you are today
Empty words, empty promises
That everything will be like it used to
 
You say you want to be with me
But I remember all the times you betrayed me
You want me to forgive you
But I can't give you more
See me, hear me, beg me, touch me
You want me to forgive you
But I can't give you more
 
It's over, I don't want to come back
Never again
You say you want to be with me
But I remember all the times you betrayed me
You want me to forgive you
But I can't give you more
 
You say you want to be with me
But I remember all the times you betrayed me
You want me to forgive you
But I can't give you more (See me, hear me, beg me, touch me)
You want me to forgive you
But I can't give you more
 
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Jag uppskattar gärna förslag och korrekturläsningar

Only Jesus Can

Who can heal our wounds?
Only Jesus can
Who can dry each tear?
Only Jesus can
Who forgives our sins?
Only Jesus can
Who consoles you, makes everything whole?
Only Jesus can
 
Only Jesus
Only Jesus
Only Jesus
Only Jesus can
 
Who can see us for who we are?
Only Jesus can
Knows what we bear inside of us?
Only Jesus can
Who gives hope in all our hardships?
Only Jesus can
Save us from sin and death?
Only Jesus can
 
Only Jesus
Only Jesus
Only Jesus
Only Jesus can
 
Who can see the depths of our hearts?
Only Jesus can
Who gives us strength when we run out?
Only Jesus can
 
Only Jesus
Only Jesus
Only Jesus
Only Jesus can
Only Jesus
Only Jesus
Only Jesus
Only Jesus can
 
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Jag uppskattar gärna förslag och korrekturläsningar

I won't forget it

here
we met for the first time and told you what
I've felt
a day that I won't forget
I won't forget it
 
here
both of us made a promise to live together
the best of years
and share a life
share a life
 
and here you are, the same longing in your eyes
the same longing and happiness to have you
no matter how long has passed from our lives
 
and not for one day, o' whom is more than I've wished for
I'd get tired of loving you, not for a day
who'd get tired of dreams?
 
I
was occupied with your fantasies before I met you
waiting for you
I wished for you
I wished for you
 
I
now will renew a promise I've made a long time ago
I won't forget about you
my whole life is with you
my life is with you
 
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Into the feelings

Versions: #2
I'm one of the other ones in this town
I move forwards in the crowd with melancholic steps
I can only see faces
But won't recognize you from them, my love
I searched you from everywhere
 
refrain:
Into the feelings, I'm traveling to my innermost
Yeah and then I peek behind the curtains
Into the feelings, I turn the rocks over
I won't stay in my place anymore
I'm moving on
 
I stand on a bridge, a reflection mirrors
From the city, dressing into the night
Choices and feelings, the questions of people
What I want from life, I don't know it yet
I will experience it
 
refrain
 
I'm moving on (x3)
 
refrain (x3)
 
I'm moving on
I'm moving on
Yeah, I'm moving
I'm moving on
 
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A Fair Chance

Tears, my thoughts are racing
I'm sitting here all alone
Only memories left
We loved so
And yet everything seemed to go wrong
Though we tried to fight on, both of us
 
What happens in one's love life
Is easily affected by everything around you
So did we get a fair chance?
 
Everyday, it's no glamour
 
You fight to keep on
When the weariness grow
It's not easy
Always saving money
Fighting about what is who's
It feels awful
 
What happens in one's love life
Is easily affected by everything around you
So did we get a fair chance?
 
The will to live with eachother
But life give everyone such different opportunities
 
Memories, it's all I got
I'm sitting here all alone
Only emptiness left
We loved so
And yet everything seemed to go wrong
Though we tried to fight on, both of us
 
What happens in one's love life
Is easily affected by everything around you
So did we get a fair chance?
 

So that it will be pretty, my song

{Pills :}
There are songs that are a great success.
It's because their style of music is very popular...
 
{Piaf :}
'When he takes me into his arms...'
Something along those lines...
 
{Pills :}
Yes, that's it. That's not too bad...
There are songs that are a great success
It's because their lyrics are not ordinary...
 
{Piaf :}
'And that mouth you have on you, Madame...'
 
{Pills :}
Oh! I heard that somewhere...
 
There are songs that are a great success.
It's because the interpret is extraordinary.
 
{ Piaf :}
'It's almost always that...'
 
{Pills :}
But mine is not all that.
I will explain to you why:
 
So that it will be pretty, my song,
First of all, there must be two.
There is of course a boy
And a girl to make him happy.
If you will lend me your voice
To sing with me
This love song.
But it is nothing original
It's completely normal
It rhymes with 'toujours'. 1
 
{Piaf :}
It is unfortunate for the song 2
But it is missing a special something.
And you can tell the boy
That this song is not for me!
 
{Pills :}
I can see what you need:
A port and a sailor,
Bar fights,
Nothing but sinister things...
A poor guy whom they hang,
People who speak softly,
A distinguished gentleman,
An accordionist...
I even heard it said
That it's too fanciful!
That you sang about a clown...
Ah fine! Bravo for the clown!
 
{Piaf :}
No! No, now come on!
You're scolding me!
 
{Pills :}
Oh! Excuse me!
I let myself get carried away a little bit...
 
{Piaf :}
So, in your opinion, this song will be for me?
 
{Pills :}
But yes!
 
{Piaf :}
Eh fine! Sing it for me again.
 
{Pills :}
So that it will be pretty, my song,
First of all, there must be two.
There is of course a boy
And a girl to make him happy.
If you will lend me your voice
To sing with me
This love song.
But it is nothing original
All in all, it's not too bad
It rhymes with 'toujours'.
 
{Piaf and Pills :}
And a girl to make him happy.
There! I am lending you my voice
To sing with you
This love song.
But it is nothing original
All in all, it's not too bad
It rhymes with 'toujours'.
 
So it is pretty then, my song
Because I'm singing it in spite of myself.
And you can tell the boy
That this song is good for me!
 

• 1. Toujours (always) rhymes with amour (love).
• 2. Literally: 'I regret for the song'.

Looks can kill

we totally didn't get a happy ending the Disney way
fullblown war
your lips taste like gunpowder
makeup running down your cheek now
barking like a pitbull
never seen you like that before
 
looks can kill
we should be dead by now
she saw my future
in that you weren't included
looks can kill
we should be dead by now
should be dead by now
 
despite the words you said
and the punches you dealt, you're crying rivers
doing the same thing over and over again
baby, I have forgotten about you
baby, please forget of me
fuck everything we had
how you dug our grave and left the steeringwheel
doing the same thing over and over again
baby, I have forgotten about you
baby, please forget of me
 
a long time since our hearts beat
time to move on
you're bitter like a lemon
oh, one more episode
is more than I can take
you're the pebble in my shoe
 
looks can kill
we should be dead by now
she saw my future
in that you weren't included
looks can kill
we should be dead by now
should be dead by now
 
despite the words you said
and the punches you dealt, you're crying rivers
doing the same thing over and over again
baby, I have forgotten about you
baby, please forget of me
fuck everything we had
how you dug our grave and left the steeringwheel
doing the same thing over and over again
baby, I have forgotten about you
baby, please forget of me
 
despite the words you said
and the punches you dealt, you're crying rivers
fuck everything we had
how you dug our grave and left the steeringwheel
 
despite the words you said
and the punches you dealt, you're crying rivers
doing the same thing over and over again
baby, I have forgotten about you
baby, please forget of me
fuck everything we had
how you dug our grave and left the steeringwheel
doing the same thing over and over again
baby, I have forgotten about you
baby, please forget of me
 
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Aroma Ghee TVC

0:02 - 0:09 Smell out in the air, mind mesmerized with the taste
0:10 - 0:18 Pure and true happy feeling, will it change?
0:23 - 0:26 Will the happy feeling change?
0:27 - 0:33 The taste is great in Aroma ghee, smell is superb
0:34 - 0:36 Will the happy feeling change?
 

Girias TVC ft Hansika

0:00 - 0:05 Girias, a great shop
0:06 - 0:13 Girias is mass, Girias is class, Girias has top sale, Girias has low price
0:14 - 0:16 The whole city will say it is a big and great shop
0:17 - 0:19 People will buy things due to its lower price
0:20 - 0:25 Come here, let's buy, a great shop is Girias
0:25 - 0:27 Guarantee for low price, Girias
0:28 - 0:30 A great shop, low price
 

Aroma Curd TVC

0:03 - 0:05 If it's 'A', it's always Aroma
0:06 - 0:08 If it's curd, Aroma is the one
0:10 - 0:17 Thick and tasty, the mind will ask for more and more
0:19 - 0:21 Aroma curd, thick and tasty curd
0:22 - 0:24 If it's 'A', it's always Aroma
0:25 - 0:28 If it's curd, Aroma is the one
 

Aroma Milk TVC

0:01 - 0:06 Come on, come on
0:09 - 0:11 If it's 'A', it is always Aroma
0:13 - 0:15 If it's milk, then it's Aroma
0:20 - 0:22
0:24 - 0:25 If it's milk, then it's Aroma
0:26 - 0:30 Clean and tasty, with love, Aroma milk
 

SUPERPALAV

Verse 1:
Superpower means I can stand(endure) all night long,
super-naughty means you haven't seen anything.
I enter sharply, like a mother in a kid's room
and I don't knock, but I make a compromise for you.
 
0-888-Papi-Hans.
immediately call for your chance,
come for Netflix and chill,
I'm not talking about romance.
 
All my traits are inferior,
if you have a need - just call me,
my number has no error.
How I envy that you met me.
 
Chorus:
Turn on the signal,
if you're not asleep.
I'm flying towards you,
I have super power -
I am super naughty.
 
Pa-parari-pa-parari-para... aaa, you get the idea here.
 
Verse 2: *
zdr. k.p.r.?
asl? pls!
me and you? v.n.l.
vs. dr. - vgz
 
Your exes are for warming up,
I have the secret ingredient -
I made a cake * once and Jamie Oliver
resigned.
 
Chorus:
Turn on the signal,
if you're not asleep.
I'm flying towards you,
I have super power -
I am super naughty.
 
Pa-parari-pa-parari-para-parari-theory-of-emancipation-volume-second-chapter-third-parara-parari
 
Bridge:
Invite me to your temple,
you just call me and I'm there,
you better watch out -
Be careful not to 'papi' * yourself.
 
Chorus:
Turn on the signal,
if you're not asleep.
I'm flying towards you,
I have super power -
I am super naughty.
 
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Anantham Silks Diwali Ad

0:06 - 0:08 - First song, then you get laddu
0:09 - 0:10 - So for a laddu, a song ah?
0:11 - 0:12 - No, a song for a laddu.
0:21 - 0:30 - Beautiful cloth, is there any flower equal to this cloth in the city?
0:31 - 0:35 - Diwali celebration with new, new dresses with Anantham silks
0:36 - 0:40 - Diwali celebration with colourful dresses with Anantham silks
0:42 - 0:46 - With beautiful dresses, dance, sing and enjoy
0:47 - 0:53 - With beautiful dresses, happy Diwali celebration, Anantham silks, Ramanathapuram, Kumbakonam, Thanjavur
 

The Dumb and Mean Song

When I was twelve years old, I really liked my brother
He was amazing--he had a glass eye
That he would have probably kept for his entire life--
If I hadn't auctioned it off
 
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
 
My sister was a great cook
She would make millefeuille and eclairs
One day I put a few pieces of glass in them--
It was so funny to see everyone rolling on the ground
 
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
 
My cousin worked security at a cemetery
One day to scare the hell out of him I covered myself in a green sheet
He saw me suddenly rise up in the light of day
And the day after it was him they buried in the ground
 
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
 
My uncle Gontran was a billionaire
Who gave me money without knowing what I did with it
Trying to satisfy me, he gave me so much
That now he eats at the soup kitchen
 
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
 

Brothers, Let Your Weapons Lighten

Brothers, let your weapons lighten1,
the battle, the last one, is near.
The day of victory is within sight,
brothers, for the army of labour.
The day of victory is within sight,
brothers, for the army of labour.
 
We, who came from the depths,
brothers of purposeless torment,
harden in the fight against vermin,
become like blades of steel.
Harden in the fight against vermin,
become like blades of steel.
 
Get up! It informs and urges,
the thrones crumble to dust,
beneath the blood-red banners,
we build the home of the future.
Beneath the blood-red banners,
we build the home of the future.
 
Others took the power and the honor,
toil was left to us,
but brothers, the workers' army
spites the tyrants.
But brothers, the workers' army
defies the tyrants.
 
Clench the armed fist
- brothers, we fight for peace,
let it not hower like threats,
let it strike like lightning.
Let it not hower like threats,
let it strike like lightning.
 

• 1. This is the verb version of the word for lightning, so in the sense of 'let your weapons produce lightning'.

Sir Peder and his sister

Versions: #2
The king far to Ryninge goes
When the bird sings in the forest
Left there at home were the sister and brother
I awaken a proud virgin maiden
 
'Little Kerstin, may I have love willingly with you'
When the bird sings in the forest
'No for there comes many sins thereby'
I awaken a proud virgin maiden
 
'Then I shall fabricate a lie about you'
When the bird sings in the forest
'Lie then, for no one believes you over me'
I awaken a proud virgin maiden
 
When the king had returned from Ryninge said he:
When the bird sings in the forest
'And how fair then you, those who were left at home?'
I awaken a proud virgin maiden
 
'Little Kerstin has done both whoring and murder'
When the bird sings in the forest
'The delicate small children, she lays them in the earth'
I awaken a proud virgin maiden
 
Under heavens height
Bloodlines defiled of the devil's work
On this grim day
Under the glow of the autumn sun
Innocence sacrificed for arrogance and betrayal
Stands now with fictitious guilt
 
'How then shall the grass on the ground yet grow,'
When the bird sings in the forest
'When the father believes not his son?'
I awaken a proud virgin maiden
 
The king then said two of his pages:
When the bird sings in the forest
'Go now to the forest and chop for me a pyre!'
I awaken a proud virgin maiden
 
Under heavens height
Bloodlines defiled of the devil's work
On this grim day
Under the glow of the autumn sun
Innocence sacrificed for arrogance and betrayal
Stands now on the edge of the grave
 
Early rode the company, the graveyard was their goal
Then little Kerston was cast upon the reddest pyre
'My limbs burn red, my body burns blue,'
'God show mercy to me who shall be thereupon'
 
'Hear me now Sir Peder, and what I say to you,'
'In Jesus name I wish a litte water upon me'
So set he a horn upon the longest spear,
and the few small drops he spilled out.
 
Under heavens height
Bloodlines defiled of the devil's work
On this grim day
Under the glow of the autumn sun
Innocence sacrificed for arrogance and betrayal
Stand now in the glow of the flames
 
Then descended two doves of heaven
When the bird sings in the forest
When they ascended so were they three
I awaken a proud virgin maiden
 
Then rose up two ravens of hell
When the bird sings in the forest
They took Sir Peder with both soul and body
I awaken a proud virgin maiden
 

Song of the Glazier

How fine it is
what you can see just like that
through the sand through the glass
through the window panes
here look for example
how fine it is
that woodcutter
way over there
who is cutting down a tree
to make planks
for the joiner
who has to make a big bed
for the little flower-seller
who is going to marry
the lamplighter
who lights the street lamps every evening
so that the cobbler can see
to repair the shoes of the shoe-shine boy
who brushes those of the knife-grinder
who sharpens the scissors of the hairdresser
who cuts the hair of the bird seller
who gives his birds to everyone
to put everyone in a good mood.
 

Song for Jeanne

Since the roses are so pretty
And because Jeanne is, too,
Everything blooms in this world,
And it is the worst kind of insanity
To care about anything else,
Since the roses are pretty
And Jeanne is, too.
 
Since you are chirping, tits,
And since Jeanne is chirping likewise,
Everything sings in this world,
And I will never worry
About the sacred harps of the angels,
Since you are chirping, tits,
And Jeanne is, too.
 
Since the beautiful flower has faded,
The little bird is dead and so is Jeanne,
Nothing seems alive in this world,
And my only yearning is to depart
Into the grave with my last breath,
Since the beautiful flower is dead,
And the bird, and Jeanne is, too...