A keresés eredménye

My little Ana

(I am) Leaning on the bar and on the glass of wine
Like a cursed poet who sells dreams
She is sitting at the table next to the daddy's boy
The one who has many cars and a lot of cash
 
The piano man is playing something sad
Her eyes are smiling
Can you choose
To throw away many of your days
 
My little Ana
She has everything she wants
She is a true lady
My little Ana
 
My little Ana
Happiness exists after all
Our days are gone
They have died
 
I am paying off my sins and I am not walking with ease
October rains on the window
I am leaving into the night alone
It is best that way
Everything possible should be deleted
 
The piano man is playing something sad
Her eyes are smiling
Can you choose in life
To throw away many of your days
 

One Autumn Got Me Drunk

Where are the soft-winged angels
That touched us one autumn going?
 
Where did the spiteful flower of my soul fall?
Who needs me now, tell me...
 
Neither God nor satan created my pain
The song is the only thing that prevents me from drowning
 
Nobody in their right mind
Could have come up with this -
I don't know how to live neither with you nor without you
 
CHORUS
I was drunken by one autumn
By one look
By one verse
And ever since, I am living like that
God, it is a sin to say how
 
My love,
Forgive me
 
Where did the spiteful flower of my soul fall?
Who needs me now, tell me!
 
Neither God nor satan created my pain
The song is the only thing that prevents me from drowning
 
Nobody in their right mind
Could have come up with this -
I don't know how to live neither with you nor without you
 

Blue River

No one knows where it is
We don't know much, but it's common knowledge
Behind a hill, behind the valley
Behind seven, behind eight1
 
And further and further even more
Across tired ones, across bitter ones
Across hawthorne, across thorny bushes
Across great heat, across tight discipline
 
Through a hunch, through a doubt
Behind nine, behind ten
And deeper more, and more harder
Beyond silence, beyond great darkness
 
Where roosters do not sing
Where the sound of a horn is unheard of
And more ominous and crazier even
Beyond the mind, beyond God
 
[Chorus]
There is a blue river
It is wide, it is deep
It is a hundred years wide
A thousand years deep
 
Of length dare not even to dream
Dark and darkest darkness impossible to overcome
There is a blue river
There is a blue river
 
[Chorus]
 
We are to go across the river
 

• 1. behind seven seas, behind seven hills - that is a mythic place, usually used in fairytales