A keresés eredménye oldal 3

To do without you

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One day is as you wish, the next it's not easy to have me always at your side
luckily, you are way ahead of my limits, and wiser than me
 
Don't ever say 'bye bye', don't ever say ' go away',
stay with me, I ask for nothing more, 'cause you know it by now, you are mine and mine you will be,
 
ahead of us, a world of roads opening, and even though I'm still making a thousand excuses
it's clear that by now I can't do without you
 
I don't want to burn anymore in the ashes of some girl I don't know, even if it was Venus,
enough with it, I can't do without you anymore,
sleeping every day with some easy girl never made any man less frail,
I don't want to see 'em anymore, I can't do without you anymore,
 
these girls, half naked, half dressed in Gucci and Prada, hey find money guys better than if they had a radar
other girls, they act all pious, if you are taken they come in herds all night
but they think I can't see them, this little eros queens taste like plastics, even more so than legos do
I was into it, I won't deny it, high on my ego, a slave of a placebo pleasure
 
Some still talk about 'weak sex', they haven't met you
but I know you have a more sensitive spot, making you cry for me
 
Don't ever say 'bye bye', don't ever say ' go away',
stay with me, I ask for nothing more, 'cause you know it by now, you are mine and mine you will be,
ahead of us, a world of roads opening, and even though it won't be all sunshine and rainbows,
it's clear that by now I can't do without you
 
I don't want to burn anymore in the ashes of some girl I don't know, even if it was Venus,
enough with it, I can't do without you anymore,
sleeping every day with some easy girl never made any man less frail,
I don't want to see 'em anymore, I can't do without you anymore,
 
You brought up from the bottom, it's not like you're saving the world but it's still better than before,
those who know me now are amazed, you fix me without moving anything
it's a miracle to me, when has this ever happened, after all this time, every day videogames and sex
and you drink me up, absolute and not spiked, high on love
and even though I'm still making a thousand excuses
it's clear that by now I can't do without you
 
I don't want to burn anymore in the ashes of some girl I don't know, even if it was Venus,
enough with it, I can't do without you anymore,
sleeping every day with some easy girl never made any man less frail,
I don't want to see 'em anymore, I can't do without you anymore,
 

Similar

I flew off
when I saw myself inside a labyrinth
with no decisions.
 
A guest in my own house
with syllables of love all over the pavement
like dust.
 
But you arrive talking slowly
and you ask forgiveness for looking like each other.
You arrive, from which planet?
Serene eyes and a complicated soul.
A complicated soul.
 
Me so similar to you
when transforming the sound of anger.
Me so similar to you,
a kiss on the forehead and then on the lips.
The wonder of being similar.
The tenderness of being similar.
The protection between similar beings.
 
I no longer wonder
if there'll be someone stretching out a net
ready to help.
 
You remind of this,
those who fly learn how to screw their falls up
and well as defending them.
 
And thus you do it, and you slowly hide
your cough and your heart in one same hand.
You arrive and know who I am.
 
Me so similar to you
when transforming the sound of anger.
Me so similar to you,
a kiss on the forehead and then on the lips.
The wonder of being similar.
The tenderness of being similar.
 
You arrive and make it pass,
the fear of rushing in.
 
Me so similar to you,
both free and prisoners of the same cage.
Me so similar to you,
a kiss on the forehead and then on the lips.
The wonder of being similar.
The tenderness of being similar.
The shock of being similar.
 

Sea

Ammaneee ammaneee ammaneee aaaa… (x4)
 
Come, o illustrious children
Of the sea-dweller,
Jump onto the sand
And the shore of the sea…
Brothers of the shrimps… barren…
Brothers of the shrimps,
And [onto] the shore of the barren sea.
You are, o ye that were of old,
– We now (say) this –,
Valiant in battles,
And because of this
Alone, of men
The most valiant,
Brothers of the shrimps,
O sea!
 
Come, o illustrious children
Of the sea-dweller,
Jump onto the sand
And the shore of the sea…
Brothers of the shrimps… barren…
Brothers of the shrimps,
And [onto] the shore of the barren sea.
You are, o ye that were of old,
– We now (say) this –,
Valiant in battles,
And because of this
Alone, of men
The most valiant,
Brothers of the shrimps,
O sea!
 
Ammaneee ammaneee ammaneee aaaa… (x4)
Ah ah…
 
And of the barren sea (x4)
 
Ammanee ammanee (And of the barren sea)
Ammanee aaa… (And of the barren sea)
(x4)
 
And of the barren sea (x8)
 

Elementary

Elementary like a kiss in a fable.
Elementary like sleep on a Sunday.
Elementary like a free swing.
Elementary like a ball that rolls.
 
A man is sitting with a shadow by his side.
He is watching the entrance of this labyrinth.
He's got the future pursuing him.
The past is there ahead
but he, he stays there
with his head on the wheel
and one foot on the breaks.
At the junction between nothingness
and one less life.
But a light hand
sweetly grazes his face.
And suddenly, everything is
 
Elementary like a kiss in a fable.
Elementary like sleep on a Sunday.
Elementary like a free swing.
Elementary like a ball that rolls.
 
A man walks along a precipice,
he seems indifferent and doesn't look down
with that feeling
of being immortal,
of someone who's lost everything.
Then he sees that room
at the end of the hallway.
The one where everything darkens
when you enter.
Then he holds the doorknob.
He breathes, closes his eyes.
He opens the door and everything is there.
 
Elementary like a kiss in a fable.
Elementary like sleep on a Sunday.
Elementary like a free swing.
Elementary like a ball that rolls.
 

Independent

Independent,
I want to be independent
and to be forever the lover of everything.
I want to be independent.
There is nothing more important
because only when being independent one exists.
 
The boyfriend trapped
in the duties and amenities of a relationship
is afraid of having forgotten
his freedom.
 
The way the musician courted
by mermaids and the traps of the industry
wants to protect his art from the market,
his quality.
 
And it repeats itself.
 
Independent,
I want to be independent
and to be forever the lover of everything.
I want to be independent.
There is nothing more important
because only when being independent one exists,
one resists.
 
The son tired of his parents,
of the interventions in his life,
needs to find his own path,
his own happiness
 
Like the politician who strongly
vindicates the traditions of his region
and, in the autonomy of the central government
his own identity.
 
Everyone repeats.
 
Independent,
we want to be independent
and to be forever the lovers of everything.
We want to be independent.
There is nothing more important
because only when being independent one exists,
one resists.
 
But who is really independent?
Do you want to be independent?
Are they happy later, those who are independent of everything?
 
(Independent...)
Of oxygen, of money.
 
(Independent...)
Of a friend's advice.
 
(Independent...)
Of a shortcut home.
Of the woman one marries.
 

Don't listen to idols all the time

Every men are
much more romantic
than girls.
 
But
for adults,
maybe
they spend too much time dreaming.
 
I don't care
how much you like idols.
But
no matter
how much you shake their hands,
you can't get a date
with idols.
Bad luck!
 
Don't listen to idols all the time.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
Don't just watch idols all the time.
Hey, look at me.
Hey, look at me some more.
 
Most people
don't buy CDs
anymore.
 
That's right,
it is truly a wonderful life
when there is something
to be absorbed in.
 
But
I don't care
how much you like idols.
But
no matter
how much money you spent on them,
you can't kiss
the idols.
Bad luck!
 
Don't listen to idols all the time.
You know I'm worried about you.
Don't just watch idols all the time.
Hey, look at me.
 
You can't
date her,
kiss her,
or
marry her.
Bad luck!
 
Don't listen to idols all the time.
You're getting dumber by the minute.
If you listen to idols all the time,
there are many things bad for your health.
If you listen to idols all the time,
it's not good for
body fat
and blood pressure.
Bad luck!
 
Don't listen to idols all the time.
You should be a grown up.
Don't just watch idols all the time.
Look, watch me.
Look, if you like idols that much,
well then, choose Negicco.
 

Where You Will Be

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Angelo Sotgiu:
So many days that I [can't] sleep and think in you,
- jailed in house and (with) the silence as my buddy -
while the wind is calling in the glass,
I wait you here, ... go back with me ...
 
Angela Brambati:
In our story something there's that not goes well.
Not is the first discussion [in] our lifes,
but I wait here to come back our train ...
(To me) come soon, ... mislaided nimbus ...
 
Duet:
Where you will be ? Where you will be, my little dove ?
Where you will be summer ardent, winter cold ?
Although the days be sorry and (so) bored,
don't-know what do, if aren't you ...
 
Where you will be ? Where you will be, my sweetheart ?
Where you will be night to night, day to day ?
As the snow [one] sun of spring waits,
My Love, to you awaits ...
 
Angela Brambati:
And meanwhile are you, where ? why do you dissappear ?
I wait you here, (beside my) window sunny,
where are sleeping your caresses. [Only], tell me:
Your well-spring, ... where are it flowing ?
 
Duet:
Where you will be ? Where you will be, my little dove ?
Where you will be summer ardent, winter cold ?
Although the days be sorry and (so) bored,
don't-know what do, if aren't you ...
 
Where you will be ? Where you will be, my sweetheart ?
Where you will be night to night, day to day ?
As the snow [one] sun of spring waits,
My Love, to you awaits ...
 
Angelo Sotgiu:
And I promess you this time•there won't be female,
to rub-out your own traces in my cushion ...
I find The Moon and I don't see it appear,
because sans you, ... The Moon is nothing ...
 

Caballero

From his land he left,
for days he walked,
away from its roots,
alone and without friends.
But it stayed in his heart
the desire to return,
to find again that love
waiting over there.
 
Caballero, come home
riding on your steed