A keresés eredménye oldal 26

White promises

White and transparent, the snow falls
Noisy and delicately, the snow falls
Like if is burying down the dirty hearts of people
 
Isn't so? To live clean
I wonder if it's impossible
Isn't so? If we love each other too
I wonder if someday we'll end getting dirty
 
White and transparent, the snow falls
Like breathing, the snow falls
Like if it knew sadness and the tears of people
 
Isn't so? To be seen with cold eyes
I wonder how long can it be
Isn't so? On every moment
We promise to have faith
 
Isn't so? To live clean
I wonder if it's impossible
Isn't so? If we love each other too
I wonder if someday we'll end getting dirty
 

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Is sake tears or sighs?

Is sake tears or sighs?
Is the place to dump the heart's gloom
To that person of far destiny
Comes the pain of the dreams of every night
 
Is sake tears or sighs?
Is the place to dump the sad love
For in that person of forgotten hopes
the heart remains, what should he do?
 

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We are who we can be

Versions: #3
One day I was told that the clouds were not cotton
One day I was told that the winds sometimes miss the direction
 
And everything became so clear
A gap in darkness
A star with a rare brightness
A shot to a heart ...
 
Life imitates the video
Boys make a new English up
Living in a thirsty country
A moment of drunkenness ...
 
We are who we can be...
Dreams that we can have ...
 
One day I was told who the owners of the situation were.
 
Unintentionally they gave me the keys that open this prison
And everything became so clear
What was rare, became common
Like one day after another
Like one day, an ordinary day ...
 
Life imitates the video
Boys invent a new English
Living in a thirsty country
A moment of drunkenness ...
 
We are who we can be...
Dreams that we can have ...
 
One day I was told that the clouds were not cotton
One day I was told that the winds sometimes miss the direction
 
Whoever occupies the throne is to blame
Whoever hides the crime too
Whoever doubts life is to blame
Whoever avoids the doubt also is ...
 
We are who we can be...
Dreams that we can have ...
 

Bride samba

A woman in love is beautiful and that's never a flattery
Just this hand feels like reaching those cheeks mixed in sighs
 
In this city (In this city) the day is over
These people (These people) have wedding bells
Flowers bloom after this and yet
Even if the budding beauty is fine
Wait a minute
 
Don't hurry with the bride samba. The woman is always a mistery.
Don't go to the the bride samba. Don't let it become a thing of a single person.
It's important, it's important, it's important
One two samba, two two samba.
Bride samba.
 
This hour (This hour) bursts into flames​
These people (These people) have a honeymoon
Life is blooming after this and yet
Even if the buds scatter
Wait a minute
 
Don't hurry with the bride samba. The woman is always a mistery.
Don't go to the the bride samba. Don't let it become a thing of a single person.
It's important, it's important, it's important
One two samba, two two samba.
Bride samba.
 
Don't hurry with the bride samba. The woman is always a mistery.
Don't go to the the bride samba. Don't let it become a thing of a single person.
It's important, it's important, it's important
One two samba, two two samba.
Bride samba.
 

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True love story

I was looking alone at the cold bright of the stardust
I was surely looking for your eyes the whole time
 
People meet by chance
I live for someone's good
I believe in my palpitating heart
 
Since now we hold love close
An endless future begins
The story goes on in the eternity
Two people want to walk
 
On the lonely nights I hear your voice next to me
Until yesterday I tried to change the whole of you
 
Before any detour
We finally reach to be a couple
It's good to not turn around again
 
Since now we hold love close
I dreamed that the season begins
This whide world is just for one thing
We don't want to split from destiny
 
Before any kind of tears, I'll always protect you
Love connects the present, in the heart carves true love
 
After thins the night looks at us
You encourage me to live
A strong interaction is not just a language
It always dresses the gifts
 
Since now we hold love close
An endless future begins
The story goes on in the eternity
Two people want to walk. True love
 

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I can't say

After the laughter you clean the tears with your thin fingers
Wanting to meet that smiling face, I play the fool
Again, without hiding anything
Many times I spoke from the heart and however
 
I can't say that I love you
Even if you come closer than anyone
My dreams are sad
I can't seem to reach you
My lips are going nowhere by boasting
 
Sometime ago you talked to me about love, right?
Having a relief I count on you when I'm shy
Ah, if someone kidnaps you
I wouldn't bear it and yet
 
I can't say that I love you
Even if you come closer than anyone
I can't say that is love
We don't know each other
If I could turn back the clocks to the season
 
To hate you
I have 100 reasons but
If the lonely night comes
I even start a show of courage
 
I can't say that I love you
Even if you come closer than anyone
My dreams are sad
I can't seem to reach you
My lips are going nowhere by boasting
 
I can't say that I love you
Even if you come closer than anyone
I want to meet you today again
Your eyes are yours
I want to die holding you
 

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I can't help to meet you

That time that was like 'Not again'
I cried gazing at you only
I'm not worthy of you
I felt like that
 
But I want to meet you, I can't help to meet you
I can't control it
Now I want to meet you, I can't help to meet you
I want to dry those tears
 
Yor long hair that I like so much
Somewhere in the city made me turn my face
Wanting to forget someone different
I just chose you
 
But I want to meet you, I can't help to meet you
It's okay if I blame this kind of doubt
Now again you dissapeared on that corner
I seem to be alone all the time
 
My lips remained without feeling the goodbye
I dreamed with happiness everyday
Do I live holding you?
 
But I want to meet you, I can't help to meet you
Your smell remained as it is
Hold me strong and close once more
If you whisper your name softly
 
I can't help to meet you
If I'm able just one more time
To dry those tears
 

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Too Far From The Capitals

Smooth is the night
Is the night who i'm going out
To know the city
And lose myself out there
 
Our city is too big
And too small
Too far from the horizon
Of the country
 
I always wanted to live in the old world
In the old way to live
The third gender, the third war, the third world
Are so hard to understand
 
Smooth is the city
For whom likes the city
For whom needs to hide yourself
 
Our city is so small
And so naive
We´re too far
From the capitals
 
Too far from the capitals
Too far from the capitals
 
I always wanted to live in the old world
In the old way to live
The third gender, the third war, the third world
Are so hard to understand
 
The third gender, the third war, the third world
 

240 million eyes - Exotic Japan

Looking at each other in a laser beam of looks
We paint in night sky love figures of various colors
On this corner of stars, 200 million eyes
Look for loveful events
 
We make quiver the heart petals
Even if the colors tend to change
People who can't see the ghosts of love
There can't be anybody
 
Meetings are 110 millions of premonitions
so dazzling approximately
Exotic Japan
Meetings are 110 millions of premonitions
Life heartbeats are exotic
Exotic Japan
Japan
 
Loving each other, eyes spread sparks
A blue airship took the lovers for a ride
Holding men, women and biracials close
It's so lonely just living
 
I secretly asked a person for help
The twilight becomes tears of love
The sea changes its color gently
Today too I start overflowing
 
Meetings are 110 millions of premonitions
so dazzling approximately
Exotic Japan
Meetings are 110 millions of premonitions
Life heartbeats are exotic
Exotic Japan
Japan
 

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Boys and girls

You are girls, we are boys
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Let's come out and play
Running to our world
 
We want you to let us find happiness
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Dreams overflow
Once in life, it's an important time
 
Ah ah ah ah in the blue sky
Ah ah ah ah the sun shines
Among the shiny wind
Let your hair wave GO GO GO GO
 
Girls smiling, boys gazing
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
The rain of love falls
Once in life, it's an important time
 
Girls crying, boys turning their faces
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hearts tremble
Once in life, it's an important time
 
Ah ah ah ah those pupils
Ah ah ah ah I really like them
As the fireworks arise
Let's go by the hand GO GO GO GO
 
If the heart of a boy and a girl touch
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Let's come out in a rush
Going barefoot to our world
 

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The Little Girl

Versions: #3
I'm the one knocking your doors
The doors one by one
I can't be seen by your eyes
Dead people cannot be seen by your eyes
 
Since i died in Hiroshima
Some decades had passed
I'm a seven year old girl
Dead children cannot be grown up
 
My hair caught fire, first
My eyes burnt evaporated
I became a handful of ashes
My ashes thrown into the air
 
(There is nothing I want of myself from you
The child who burns like a paper cannot eat even candy)
 
I'm knocking your doors
Uncle, aunt, grant me a signature
Children should not be killed
They could eat candy, too
 

Just a writer

[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Verse 1]
I wasn't born to do great things
What am I warring with, f*ck, the leader or the dissident?
And how I stupidly found myself with this constant thing
In the middle of life in the forest within the twilight
I barely wear a cross for I am not Jesus
Who and to where will I ever lead? I'm lost myself.
They ask who have I become? What am I fighting for? Where's the way
Eat your fill, thanks to god, let me support you
Give me credit, don't get worked up and don't worry
Who sticks out? Don't teach me how to live! Little by little
Dolce Vita, Chic or Kitsch - it's all too much
Rich men: Givenchy, Jimmy- Jimmy Choo
Judging by their eyes, everyone is really cheered up
The jaw here and there, frozen gums
Honestly guys, I myself don't even know who I've become
I'm just a writer, my job is to write - not f*ck around!
 
[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Verse 2]
I won't start a fight with evil
All the rebels here are as doomed as Absalom
I'm all for good, but I write books and as for the rest:
Yes burn in the blue fire! I don't give a f'ck!
Hiding from my issues and where do I go to make trouble?
I'm the city with no rights here myself - good for me
I'm not a rich kid from here. I naturally see the bigotry of a despot.
Who has an honest offshore here?
Well, if you find a corner - don't shit where you live
Your conversations about the trumpets are f*cked up
I haven't kissed any b*tch's ass - my conscience is clear
The rest is society's problem - Listen, why'd you do that?
They already rubbed me about Olympus and shame
The party isn't a convent, take off your halo and cool off
We have a banquet while it's noisy, are the nymph's eyes empty?
But then again our nymphs are young, yours are like Windows 3
Doesn't f*ck around!
 
[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Outro]
Understand that it won't f*ck me up
What do you have? A strong world here? A politician?
Hello! I'm a writer. The role of the savior isn't mine.
Look how not even the grief gets to me.
Time to go home, this party's ruined - some drank too much and is vomiting
I come out onto the square, lights, but we're not in New York. Given that the car is roaring
I almost sit in a taxi, but I suddenly see her..
 

Either Love

[Couplet 1, Arthur Piroshkov]:
On the dance floor in the middle of the circle,
You look into my eyes and kiss my lips
I'm melting from your love, your love
Kill me and then revive me, heal my wounds.
 
Chorus:
Your lips are sweet like dessert.
My songs are all about you.
I ask you to stay! Stay!
It's either love or sex!
 
[Couplet 2, Arthur Piroshkov]:
Do you want it rough or gentle?
If you want, we can leave the club
I'm melting from your love, from your love
Kill me and then revive me, heal my wounds.
 
Chorus:
Your lips are sweet like dessert.
My songs are all about you.
I ask you to stay! Stay!
It's either love or sex!
 
Your lips are sweet like dessert.
My songs are all about you.
I ask you to stay! Stay!
It's either love or sex!
 
Your lips are sweet like dessert.
My songs are all about you.
I ask you to stay! Stay!
It's either love or sex!
 
It's either love or sex!
It's either love or sex!
It's either love or sex!
It's either love or sex!
 

Life on a straight road

Once I decide I will never change again
This is my way of living
Without crying nor hesitating, getting rid of the pain
People achieve their dreams
 
Buried in the depth of the snow and bearing it
Wheat waits for spring to sprout
I will expose myself to life tests
Becoming someone who penetrates stupidity
 
Embracing in my chest the flames of determination
I decided to walk this way at full speed
Like a bid for tomorrow, I live life on a straight road
Flowers will bloom in the wind of hardship
 

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Russian Cockney

Speaking our Russian Cockney1
Without a dictionary, you'll die like the Etruscans...
 
Your neighbourhood is 'endz' or 'bits',
Panel girls are called 'skets',
And trust me, 'food' is not only about meals, you'll not buy it in Tesco and Sainsbury's.
Like 'lemon&cheese'2, an owner is 'landlord', if you rent an 'apartment',
Don't trust him: know that he's not your 'fam' or 'mate', and not all of your 'mandem'3 are 'bredren'...4
They wait for you here at nights, with 'screwfaces' under the hoods,
Basically, there're those who are more obnoxious, those who are 'on hype' and tear London to shreds,
You are probably a 'badman'5
If you say 'Wag1'6 instead of hi,
But you are a 'wasteman' posing as a local and thinking:
I can't wait to go back to Brighton and Plymouth,
It's unlikely that England will accept you if you don't know that a 'quid' is a pound, 1000 is a 'grand', a gun is a 'tool', a knife is a 'shank', that's right, 'innit'...
'Off ur face' or 'wasted' means drunk as fuck and 'tipsy' means drunk just a little,
The transport pass is called 'oyster card', fuck knows why, 'it's some next ting',
Cases in Cockney - to hell with them,
A chick here is a 'jezzy', a 'bird' or a 'gash',
She might be 'buff'7 or 'butterz'8: fucking awesome, puffed-up, ugly and everything in between,
Oi! If something's from the street, it's 'gully' and 'gutter', know, that we caught you, aesthete, when you babbled about dubstep and two-step not knowing that the district is called a 'council estate'9 – 'nutter'10!
Screwed up? They'll tell you 'fix up'!
'Nice one' means everything's fucking great,
To diss is to 'par', to show respect they say 'big up' and 'safe'
And there's a red 'rizla'11 for 'zoots'12
And the message for every dubstep tourist:
You're on the island, 'cuz'13, watch your back,
You may be a dangerous gangster in your neighbourhood,
But here, near Brixton and Plaistow, you're hipster!
 
Speaking our Russian Cockney
Without a dictionary, you'll die like the Etruscans...
 

• 1. Oxxximiron used to live in London. He explains some of local slang words in the song. I put them and other English words used in the original in quotation marks.
• 2. Some weed types have names like 'lemon haze' or 'blue cheese'
• 3. Mandem - friends/acquaintances
• 4. Bredren - brothers/best friends
• 5. Badman - a gangster
• 6. 'Wah gwan' means 'whats going on', taken from the carribean accent 'patois' and daily used as UK slang talk for hello, spelt as 'Wag1' on chat sites and MSN as it takes less time to type
• 7. Buff means 'good-looking'
• 8. Butters means 'ugly'
• 9. Council estate - is an area of a city in which there are council houses and apartments
• 10. Nutter is a crazy person.
• 11. Rizla is a brand of rolling paper
• 12. Zoot is another word for marihuana cannabis, a spliff weed or a joint
• 13. Cuz - a buddy, a mate

The Trainer

I removed from my fears step by step and in stages
I renounced all things that were minor in life.
So now when you're at the circus performance
You can see in the show my team of my tigers.
 
“Up!” say I, and the tigers sit down.
“Up!”- they catch from the stairs my eye.
“Up!” they twirl on the merry-go-round.
“Up!” they jump to the ring through the fire.
And jump through the fire.
 
Speaking kindly to them I use a whip if they need it,
Every day we repeat all the program even twice.
But the tigers can doubt if they should make a trick, and
They hurt me, my body has numbers of scars.
 
“Up!” say I, and the tigers sit down.
“Up!”- they catch from the stairs my eye.
“Up!” they twirl on the merry-go-round.
“Up!” they jump to the ring through the fire.
And jump through the fire.
 
So busy I am, and free time is too rare,
‘Cause performance in circus is on every day.
But believe when I don’t want in to the cages,
I say ‘Up!’ to myself as an order to step.
 
“Up!” say I, and the tigers sit down.
“Up!”- and they catch from the stairs my eye.
“Up!” they twirl on the merry-go-round.
“Up!” they jump to the ring through the fire.
 
“Up!” say I, and the tigers sit down.
“Up!”- they look from the stairs and wait.
“Up!” they twirl on the merry-go-round.
‘Up!’ I say to myself as an order to step.
And I make a step. And I make a step.
“Up!”
 

I Miss You

I don't believe anymore
That I'll recognize him by his feathers
The angel that guarded your shadow
He was pretty weary
He was rising above the ground
And was afraid of skinning his knees
 
I still miss you
Miss you so much
Dust covering those moments
I still miss you
Miss you so much
I'm searching in vain for a July snow
 
Nothing will ever end
Everything is just circling
I'm trying really hard to believe in those words
And from the ground I get greeted
Only by silent rocks
I'll hide my memories under each of them
 
I still miss you
Miss you so much
Dust covering those moments
I still miss you
Miss you so much
I'm searching in vain for a July snow
 
I don't see you for the last time
You talked to me, smiling, glad
When you covered yourself with sky and left...
 
Only now do I understand
What weight lies on this earth
Well, it carries the memories of those
Whom we met
In both moments of calm and of delirium
Everything will be lost in that deep
 

Calling the mice to fight

Calling the mice to fight,
Let meeting with me
Though a million, though a billion.
I am a tiger, not a cat, inside of me now lives
Not Leopold, but a leopard
 
The wool on end, a chin up,
Don't stay on the road in my way,
If I will meet a thousand devils,
I will tear into a thousand parts.
 

Bipolar Girl

The press is fucking with our minds again, the chills and jetlag
Shove the badge and the questions up your ass, Sherlock
We give a part of ourselves to rap, like Tosin does to djent,
And we rake in the cash, tears still fresh, the year is engraved on the grave stone
 
We're asking in vain: give us all more than shelter here
Like a wanderer really waits for a flickering light of an inn
We, who are sacrificing everything for the onlookers
Those, who having finished with the ring around our neck will throw it into the muzzle*
 
And what do we get in return? Man, what's in return?
That people's love is bitter bread - a joke on an evening show
When you're poor, you have great expectations from a grand paycheck, but
Where will you go, when the paycheck can't save you, like medicinal juices could?
 
'Oxx, what are you on?
You have everything which a little underground rapper could dream of
You've left the gutters, and instead of being happy with your successes
Here is another sob story. Look at how we live,
I don't think anybody around you lives like that,
Our alcohol is cheaper than a textbook.
So if you're wining, you're a wimp like Chandler.
 
This is bigger than you, more than
Your self-examination of a useless clown, man
Remember, we went side by side together for a hundred years
We followed the same road to the same dream
 
With God's help to the end, instead of disappearing
For a few more years, send that shit away
'Hey, wuss, you won't live forever
Get yourself together! Why are you such a wimp?'
 
Yeah, you're right, but it seems
You've jumped to conclusions, guys,
In a year and a half, I've lost myself.
My friends: two are dead, one is resuscitated
 
Each step I take is under a microscope
And real talk, if I make a tiny mistake, that's it
I waited for a year to give away the throne
The crown is heavy, I'm tired of fucking everyone
 
It's that age, when you start
And you grab everything out of thin air, you're aggressive to adults.
Remember? My home was a drifting island
And my only possessions were helium and air
 
Don't write - 'Oxx, let your hair grow long'
After three years of being in the press, I've gone bald
And I would love to leave, but I can't let my friends down
My conscience won't let me
 
From my oral area
Must emerge a new poem and be flow-plastid
Seem like a pop-artist, but still an MC
Big boss, CEO, that feeds his team
 
A kind son, down to earth
An Oxford graduate, but nobody gives a fuck
You, catcher in the rye, laugh while you're above the abyss
The motto on Crawley's arm says 'God Forgives'**
 
MC frienemies are circling
Dancing round my dead body
But I'm a live corpse, being strangled by my own flesh
If you stab me - I'll bust my gut
 
So keep flowing, you gypsy song
Don't know what I've become, used to be a nerdy kid,
But I'm not sad, I don't care,
Because my bipolar girl loves me...
 

Dark Color Corsage

When the moon sunk in the world, light got lost
The people nestled in deep darkness gave birth to corruption
 
To become a predator in the darkness
The former people of fire
Gouged out their clouded eyes
In the light of dawn
 
The light from an ancient time
Is the hallucinogen that deceives my dark heart
The soul of the spirit
Recognized the fierce person as the maddening fruit of fascination
 
Going back to the source and becoming a bird
With flowing, purified silver wings
 
Being born in the light means to detest the darkness
When the light ceases darkness is born
 
When my vicious stagnation sunk in the reflecting water surface, it hazed
With regret fragrant like falling flowers, the stardust twinkles
 
Deep and remote in the forest
The water of the ultimate ice
Became sublime
Exceeding the time of years
 
The bloody memory and pain of my destroyed purity
Will be passed down for eternity
Engraved in my rotting corpse
Is the nostalgic dream of my will to connect to the future
 
Going back to ancient times and becoming wind
With the heat haze’s rain rippling in the distance
 
Being born in the light means to detest the darkness
When the light ceases darkness is born
 
To become a predator in the darkness
The former people of fire
Gouged out their clouded eyes
In the light of dawn
 
The light from an ancient time
Is the hallucinogen that deceives my dark heart
The soul of the spirit
Recognized the fierce person as the maddening fruit of fascination
 
Going back to the source and becoming a bird
With flowing, purified silver wings
 
Being born in the light means to detest the darkness
When the light ceases darkness is born
 
My life went back sleeping in the earth
I live soaring to the stars
My life went back sleeping in the earth
I live soaring to the stars
 

Song of the traveller on an official journey

There is only one motive
With the ship
Comes a letter of credit -
Of twenty two roubles
.
Refrain:
And live another two weeks,
Work - for eight years, -
But I shall give proof
Of the frugality of an ascet.
 
She, in chararge for the etage
Had promised me for days
To let me into the hotel
Very quietly on my hands.
 
Refrain
 
In the dining-room number two
Always stands a kefir,
And my head is full of thoughts,
And everything - about the hereafter.
 
Refrain
 
I invited her into a cafe, -
O dear me, no romance, -
I ate and took to flight,
As if for the toilet.
 
Refrain
 
All the beaches are full
With charming widows, -
Ashamed to take off the trousers:
However I'm here in the cold.
 
Refrain
 
Oh damn Athon! -
I am in love like a plant-louse, -
I take the last funds-
All the twenty two roubles.
 
Charming, slim girls
All the money is spent on the passage
Probably, she
Today however will spend money on food.
 
Refrain: ................. a skeleton!
 

Strange Silver Rose

A black cat and a silver-eyed girl were chasing a butterfly in a perished garden
 
At the mansion's window where a noble ivy is crawling and the cure of a tired wing that searches for nectar
 
The lights dissapeared at a dimly lit room
When a rose falls
 
Tired of playing, the girl and the cat returned to their home
They searched for their mother's face
Ah, but no where to be found
 
Near a fireplace that's not lit up
Tiredly, the girl goes to sleep
And the cat plays with a sad face
 
One day, the girl and the cat found someone behind the rusted door of a room
 
It was her mom sleeping in the sinking nest of a frilling spider
 
The happy girl rushed to her mother's chest
When a rose withers
 
'Mom, why is your chest red?
Hey, just like roses?
Mom, I am hungry, give me food
Hey, wake up, mom!'
 
The girl lamented for her fate
When her mother have died
And the cat played lonely
 
'Despair proves existence
Am I living? Am I dying?
Am I really the one who's here?
I'm darkness, I'm light,
I'm the cold, who am I?
The only thing that proves my existence is my pain'
 
'Mom, there's a lot of roses in the garden
Hey, aren't they lovely?
Mom, I am not alone
Hey, I am fine, mom'
 
The talking house always lived by the girl's side
The silver eyes got smaller
The black cat got near to the girl
And it played around like a spoiled kid
 

Light Tea

x2
If you put yourself in my shoes
If you knew, saw yourself through me
if you kept up with the rhythm of my heart
All that movie why was it filmed?
All that novel was written and drawn
Is it possible that love remained in the past?
 
Who is there?
 
x2
The most beautiful miracles of love
Did they come early this time?
At least tell them to bring a light tea poet
to meet up like streets
 
x2
Don't read today, throw away your paper
Don't listen to the news that changes
However, life's subtitles are hidden
like a sail fore with the flow
don't put it together, let it remain so
In any case, love doesn't wear black and white
 
Who is there?
 
x2
The most beautiful miracles of love
Did they come early this time?
At least tell them to bring a light tea poet
to meet up like streets
 
worldwide

Friendship

When the man is rich,
Rich and happy.
All the friends love him.
Even the ones which do not fancy him (much).
 
Long time ago, our old ones have said,
Stay without money, to see your friends,
Stay without money, and you'll see,
As for a crust of bread, you'll suffer.
 
Chorus:
Friendship is gone!
Friendship is just acting today!
Your friends, your friends,
Are (only) your wife and your children.
 
Friendship is gone!
In this age, that is just a lie!
Your friends, your friends,
Are (only) your wife and your children.
 
When your friend visits you,
He drinks, and he dances with you.
But (for) a big lesson you will pay,
Your friend will make a fool out of you.
 
When the man is poor,
Poor, unhappy,
His friends pass by him, not recognizing him.
Blinded, they will say: Look at this guy!
 
Long time ago, our old ones have said,
Stay without money, to see your friends,
Stay without money, and you'll see,
As for a crust of bread, you'll suffer.
 
Chorus.
 

My foreigner

He came from far away land
that in reality I've only heard of,
a fascinating smile
and a beauty in that gaze1,
a foreigner's accent
I didn't know what he was saying
but he left me memorize.
 
[Refrain:]
My foreigner
I barely understand a thing
but I'm in love
and all that matters is the heart.2
 
My foreigner
don't forget that back then
we understood each other
through the language of the heart.
 
I'm learning a thousand words
phrases for when you come back:
'I love you, I need you'
come quickly to find me.
 

• 1. in those eyes
• 2. ...'what the heart wants'

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• Terminology: lit. (literally), lat. (latin term), pr. (pronunciation).

Along with the swallows

Your strawberry basket and your dotted dress
and your angel face.
This strange language I don't understand.
My eyes are eating you.
 
Your outfit like a giant's, like a hero in training
Your chewing gum1 dancing between your youthful2 jaws
All these promises written on your skin
as my dress slides down and I turn myself into a gift.
 
Wait for me.
I'll be done with the war this spring
We'll meet again.
 
Take me far away across sea,
over there, to the West.
 
Wait for me.
Along with the swallow, no later, I'll be there.
 
Take me to the top of the skyscrapers,
to the mirror I pretend to believe3 just for you
 
Keep my cigarets and my harmonica.
From now on I will play it only for you.
Show me your smile, yous sign of the cross,
this is what I will carry away with me.
 
Take this medal, it belonged to my mother.
It will protect you in these fields of misery.
Take this last kiss and remember it
in these days of anger, that's all you'll have left.
 
Wait for me.
I'll be done with the war this spring
We'll meet again.
 
Take me far away across sea,
over there, to the West.
 
Wait for me.
Along with the swallow, no later, I'll be there.
 
Take me to the top of the skyscrapers,
to the mirror I pretend to believe just for you
 

• 1. This American marvel was brought to Europe by the GIs
• 2. lit. '(brand) new'
• 3. That's rather an anachronism. In 1944 America was a land of freedom and plenty for most French people, who had to endure four years of dictatorship and miserable living standards under German occupation. Disenchantment about the 'lying mirror' of the American Dream would come much later.

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The summer passes

the winter come, and I am still the same
Days go by
And I am still hearing words
About a dream that ended and ceased
I wish I can scream out loud
I wish I can escape my silence
I wish I can break my walls
I am helpless and restraind
I wish I can change and be changed
The summer passes, the winter come, and I am still the same
Days go by
And I am still hearing words about a dream that ended and ceased
I wish I can choose my own way
That I can run a wat and free my self
That I talk and speak
That I shout and revolt
I wish I can change and be changed
The summer passes, the winter come, and I am still the same
 

Poor Independent Bosnia

ALAS poor independent Bosnia
Thanks to Alija you are destroyed
Because you declared Bosnia's independence
There will no longer be a head on your shoulders
 
It is time for the Serbian revenge
All the mosques will be blown away
There's no more Ante, Azem or Tito
To protect you from the Serb again
 
There's no point to hold the Ramadan fast
Nor Allah nor Virgin Mary will save you
No one is as strong as the Serb
And the Serbs will not be enslaved again
 
It is time for the Serbian revenge
All the mosques will be blown away
There's no more Ante, Azem or Tito
To protect you from the Serb again
 
You wont get away like last time, Alija
And you will carry your dimije on a stick
Your doom is already in sight
Right when your daughter is studying politics
 
It is time for the Serbian revenge
All the mosques will be blown away
There's no more Ante, Azem or Tito
To protect you from the Serb again
 

Love

You helped me to be a better person
I was talking to you
But you didn't want to understand
So .. I said
Let's leave the light of my heaven in peace
The truth gives me a signal ..
 
RIT: Yes! Place like this! Life of my dreams! Always listen to your heart that beats and beats!
Live the emotions that each person feels.
Madness, it's a word that represents me a lot! Sepas ... love does not always last but it is love.
 
There are birds behind your window
They look at you! They listen to you! They think! As soon as human life is difficult.
I am your diamond that you have in your hand
What ...
You .. will queer!
 
RIT: Yes! Place like this! Life of my dreams! Always listen to your heart that beats and beats!
Live the emotions that each person feels.
Madness, it's a word that represents me a lot! Sepas ... love does not always last but it is love.
 
So many things can happen to me
If there is not your look
Your smile..
Take with you ... shine like a world star
But stop!
They envy me, eh!
 
RIT: Yes! Place like this! Life of my dreams! Always listen to your heart that beats and beats!
Live the emotions that each person feels.
Madness, it's a word that represents me a lot! Sepas ... love does not always last but it is love.
 

X.U.

Nem akarom, hogy bárkit is megöljenek
El fogok jönni és elkaplak
Mindig készen állok a harcra
Szóval ne vedd az összes felelősséget magadra, mindannyiunkat elsodort
Ne cipeld az összes súlyt. Mindig ezt teszed
Mindig lesz valami, amit nem tudsz irányítani
Túl fogunk jutni. A megváltásod elkezdődött
 
Nincsenek jelek
Nincsenek fények, akkora a rendetlenség mindenhol
Ne öld meg a reményeidet
Ráébresztesz, hogy kire van szükségem
 
Ott leszek, tarts ki
Meg fognak változtatni valahogy
Szóval hol vagy most?
El foglak érni hajnalra
Mielőtt átváltoztatnának
Az illúziók szétszakadtak
A bukott angyalok, akikkel együtt futsz, nem tudják
Hogy a fájdalmunk az, ami emberré tesz végül is
Meleg, régi szépia képek mutatják
A törékeny, drága világunkat
Meg kell védeni, válaszolj a hívásra
 
Tényleg mélyen a fejedben vannak?
Úgy irányítanak, mint egy kis marionettet?
Elvágom majd a drótjaidat. Gyere velem
Hadd szabadítsam ki a lelked szárnyait. Repülésre tudom bírni őket
Itt vártunk csak hogy újra egészek legyünk
Ne legyen több utálat, én mindig is a barátod voltam
 
Nincsenek jelek
Nincsenek fények, akkora a rendetlenség mindenhol
Ne öld meg a reményeidet
Ráébresztesz, hogy kire van szükségem
 
Ott leszek, tarts ki
Meg fognak változtatni valahogy
Szóval hol vagy most?
El foglak érni hajnalra
Az árnyékok előjönnek, illúziók születnek
A bukott angyalok, akikkel együtt futsz, nem tudják
Hogy a fájdalmunk az, ami emberré tesz végül is
Meleg, régi szépia képek mutatják
A törékeny, drága világunkat
Félre kell dobni, válaszolj a hívásra
 
Ha harcolni akarsz velem
Akkor gyerünk, harcolj velem
Mert csak segíteni akarok, ember
Te leszel a halálom
A seregünk erejét egy kasza vágta el
És ha elveszítünk téged, sosem fogunk túlélni
Elmehetsz, de előbb hinned kell
Egyszerre csak egy lépés, és tartsd magasan a fejed, fiú és
Szabad leszel
 

Wasted

Versions: #2
Sences don't obey
I stumble but you have not appeared yet
Abuses don't help me when I am thinking about you
I accept that I destroy myself
 
Wasted I will be wasted
But I will be still thinking about you
I will be in coma in the morning
I will be seeking for your lips
For one of your kiss
For one of your kiss
And it will be all your fault
 
With all those missing dreams
What is left from me
I will end up somewhere to drink again
I won't be myself anymore
 
Wasted I will be wasted
But I will be still thinking about you
I will be in coma in the morning
I will be seeking for your lips
For one of your kiss
For one of your kiss
And it will be all your fault
 

I live in the best of worlds ...

I live in the best of worlds -
I don't need a hut!
The earth is my bed, the sky is my shelter, -
Shivers run down my spine.
 
But I am well!
 
I live fine in the land -
In the ditch quite on the ground -
In pleasant silence.
 
The rays burn - one needs no fire-wood -
Anybody may come to me!
What a pity - they don't repair the shelter,
And in this best of worlds
It happens to rain.
 
But I am well!
 
You do not believe - then come,
Sit down and do not desire you can't overcome, -
Be careful not to wake up!
 
Everything is wonderful - verything above me, -
Praised be the lord by me!
There is still a hole in the strap,
I could ride on the horse -
Yet there is no horse.
 
But I am well!
 
All the mischiefs are gossip.
I let the strings sound,
Sing one after another for three days -
Listen to me!