A keresés eredménye oldal 8

Longings

When I left Santiago
all the way I cried,
I cried without knowing why
but I assure you
that my heart is hard
but that day I loosened.
 
I left that dear soil
and the ranch where I was born,
where I lived so happy
cheerfully singing.
Instead today I cry constantly
just like the crespin.
 
The years nor the distance
could never get to set you aside
from my memory
nor make me forget you.
Oh dear Santiago
I miss your quebrachal.
 
Tomorrow when I die
if someone remembers me,
peasants I will ask you
if you want to give me the Glory
that you play to my memory
the doble that I sing here.
 
In my hours of sadness
I always think
how can some peasants
forget
ranch, father, mother, brother
so easily.
 
Santiagueño shall not be
the one that behaves in that way:
to despise the chacarera
for another imported dance.
That is to see her sullied,
our rural (peasant) race.
 
The other night my pillows,
I found them wet, but
I ignore if I dreamed
or is that I cried awoken
and in the distance I looked
the ranch that I left.
 
Maybe in the cemetery
there is no place for me
peasants I will ask you
before the time comes
throw me in the open field
but there where I was born.
 

I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere

I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere.
It doesn't matter to me whether I’ll stay or go.
When I was looking for new frontiers
only my feet got covered with dust
and I’m simply tired of living.
 
I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere.
It doesn't matter to me whether I’ll stay or go.
Of walking in search of of my destiny
I have neither land nor nest…
I have no place to live.
 
No one waits for me anywhere.
I lost my life wanting to give.
The truth only makes cry
the one who doesn’t know how to love.
 
No one waits for me anywhere.
I lost my life wanting to give.
The truth only makes cry
the one who doesn’t know how to love.
 
I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere.
It doesn't matter to me whether I’ll stay or go.
When I was looking for new frontiers
only my feet got covered with dust
and I’m simply tired of living.
 
I come from nowhere, I go to nowhere.
It doesn't matter to me whether I’ll stay or go.
It was just a change of my fate,
I lost love and affection.
That’s how my life is.
 
No one waits for me anywhere.
I lost my life wanting to give.
The truth only makes cry
the one who doesn’t know how to love.
 
No one waits for me anywhere.
I lost my life wanting to give.
The truth only makes cry
the one who doesn’t know how to love.
 
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Manuela

(Manuela) (Manuela)
(Manuela) (Manuela)
 
Just like the night, like a dream
are the black eyes of my love, Manuela.
Just like spring flower,
like full moon, that's how Manuela is.
 
Of loving words,
of anxious look,
that´s how Manuela is.
 
She knows all my secrets
and all my dreams
are for Manuela.
 
She fixed my life
since that afternoon she arrived, Manuela.
I'm happy,
'cause everyday awaits me
the sweetness of her kisses
and that immense love that gives me Manuela.
 
(Manuela) (Manuela)
 
Every day, every moment,
it's more important to feel Manuela.
I live only, I think only,
I know I exist only
to love Manuela.
 
She fixed my life
since that afternoon she arrived, Manuela.
I'm happy,
'cause everyday awaits me
the sweetness of her kisses
and that immense love that gives me Manuela.
 
I´m happy,
'cause everyday awaits me
the sweetness of her kisses
and that immense love that gives me Manuela.
 
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The Balcony [Le Balcon]

Julia:
Oh lovely star up there
Let me believe in him
I tell you now, I miss you so
I love you Romeo
Oh lovely star up there
Let me believe in him
Even though I then have so much pain
From secret love
Let them hate eachother
I will never leave him
And what will be, it is like that
I love you, my Romeo
 
Romeo:
Lovely star up there
Let me believe in her
I follow my heart
My heart says yes
I love you, Julia
And if it's necessary, I will beg
And if it's necessary, I will break
And even though it hurts so much
I want to be together with her
 
Romeo & Julia:
Other times come
The love will suffer us
Nothing which is that fragile, that breakable
Nothing which is that unimaginable
 
Julia:
Even though it lets the world cold
 
Romeo:
I know that I love her
 
Romeo & Julia:
Oh lovely star up there
Let us believe in us
I follow my heart
My heart says yes
Because Romeo loves Julia
Oh lovely star up there
Let us just believe now
Let it be like that, it is like that
That Julia loves Romeo*
 

Juan “The Scar”

Versions: #2
I’m going to sing an old ballad telling the story of
what happened somewhere on the ranch on the range,
the sad story of some farmer in love,
who was a boozer, a rake and a gambler.
 
His name was Juan and they called him “The Scar”.
He was brave and adventurous in love.
The most beautiful women possessed him
and where they lived there was not a flower left.
 
One Sunday, when he was getting drunk
people hurried to the tavern to warn him:
“Beware, Juan, they are already looking for you.
A lot of men, so don’t let them kill you.
 
He had no time to mount his horse,
someone from the crowd threw him a gun.
“Maybe I’m drunk, but I’m a tough guy”
he said before a bullet hit his heart.
 
With the rain the corn grew on the field
and the pigeons are flying to the rocky grounds.
Today they lead beautiful bulls to the slaughterhouse.
What a beautiful horse rides the one who leads them!
 
And the church bells are already tolling,
all the faithful go there to pray
and from the mountains the farmers bring down
a body of a dead man to bury him.
 
In a very humble hut a little boy is crying,
and women preach to his mother and go away
while his mother comforts him tenderly and
looking at the sky she cries and prays for her Juan.
 
And this is how this ballad ends,
a ballad about a Don Juan with a scar,
who, as it was believed, was spoiled by women
and who was a boozer, a troublemaker and a gambler.
 
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Things inside the soul

Things that are left very deep inside the soul,
it hurts when time cannot erase them.
Things that happen to you any day,
sorrows that don’t want to be forgotten and stay…
 
Sometimes it’s dirty tricks that the world gives,
sometimes it’s the memories of playing children…
Things inside the soul that nobody understands,
things inside the soul that only you can feel.
 
I dream that they remain only as dreams,
and when you want to recall them they die.
Things that you cannot shout out loudly,
and when don’t talk about them the soul keeps them.
 
Sometimes it’s the mistakes that hurt,
sometimes it’s love that dies someday…
Things inside the soul that nobody understands,
things inside the soul that only you can feel.
 
Things… things… things… things in my soul.
Things… things… things…
 
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Not every man is a Señor

I came with a bouquet of roses
Took three steps at once.
I carry the noblest motives in the heart,
But I don't want to forget your favor.
 
All the men I know are lining up for you.
It takes a long time to find someone like me.
Fidelity isn't something I invented,
But I feel bound to you through it.
 
Be happy
That I like you, I don't just say it,
But honesty is rare,
Not every man is a Señor.
 
Be happy
Someone like me you won't find anywhere.
Don't imagine it['ll] be easy,
Not every man is a Señor.
 
The sky is suspended above me full of violins,
Life becomes a colorful dance.
I don't want to persuade you, just convince.
And whoever doesn't understand should keep quiet.
 
I did not invent fidelity,
But I feel bound to you through it.
 
Be happy
That I like you, I don't just say it,
But honesty is rare.
Not every man is a Señor.
 
Be happy
Someone like me you won't find anywhere.
Don't imagine it['ll] be easy,
Not every man is a Señor.
 
Be happy!
That I like you, I don't yet say it,
But honesty is rare.
Not every man is a Señor.
 
Be happy
Someone like me you won't find anywhere...
 

Just as you did

Versions: #2
I make mistakes
that lead me to the traps
set by misfortune
that burden you without respite.
 
You feel as if you're being chased
by nameless shadows,
life becomes worthless
as the abyss opens.
 
You strike new poses
on the Polaroids, but nothing
makes sense anymore
and you plunge into the void.
Into the void.
 
Just as you did,
I thought I was
beyond salvation.
In the end, my fate seemed
to go up in smoke.
 
Just as you did, I fell
Just as you did, I picked myself up.
Because life is worth it,
I stand here before you.
 
I picked the roads
skirting the abyss,
and sacrificed
all my doubts.
 
You need to climb higher
to find oxygen,
abandon your ego
to annihilate your grief.
 
You have everything to gain
by asking for forgiveness.
Being brave is to stay,
this is my only intuition.
 
Just as you did,
I thought I was
beyond salvation.
In the end, my fate seemed
to go up in smoke.
 
Just as you did, I fell
Just as you did, I picked myself up.
Because life is worth it.
Just as you were, I was given
the love that could save me.
In the end, I see daylight
like a new found hope.
 
Just as you did, I fell
Just as you did, I picked myself up.
Because life is worth it,
I stand here before you.
 
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Life always remains the same

Versions: #2
For those who are born
others will die,
for those who laugh
others will cry.
 
Still water,
rivers without sea,
shames and glories,
wars and peace…
 
There’s always someone to laugh to,
someone to fight for,
there is always someone to suffer for
and someone to love.
 
Finally
what’s done remains
and people are gone.
Others, who come, will continue
and life always remains the same.
 
There are very few true friends
who embrace you when you succeed.
And when you fail, you will learn
the good ones, who’ll stay,
and the bad ones, who’ll leave.
 
There’s always someone to laugh to,
someone to fight for,
there is always someone to suffer for
and someone to love.
 
Finally
what’s done remains
and people are gone.
Others, who come, will continue
and life always remains the same.
 
There’s always someone to laugh to,
someone to fight for,
there is always someone to suffer for
and someone to love.
 
Finally
what’s done remains
and people are gone.
Others, who come, will continue
and life always remains the same.
 
Finally
what’s done remains
and people are gone.
Others, who come, will continue
and life always remains the same.
 
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If you figure...

If you figure,
if you figure,
little girl, little girl,
if you figure
that it will, it will
last forever,
the mating
the mating
 
the mating season,
you couldn't be
more wrong, girl.
Couldn't be more wrong.
 
If you think, kiddo,
if you think, ha ha
that your rosy complexion,
your slender waist,
your cute biceps,
your enamel nails,
your nymph's thigh
and your light foot,
 
if you think
that all this
will last forever,
you couldn't be
more wrong, girl.
Couldn't be more wrong.
 
They are soon gone,
the sunny party days.
Suns and planets
all go round in circles
 
as for you, lass,
you're walking straight
toward an unseen future:
 
they are already on the prowl,
the swift wrinkle,
the ponderous fat,
the tripled chin,
the flaccid muscle.
 
So come on, pick, pick
the roses, the roses,
the roses of life
the roses of life.
 
And may their petals
become the quiet sea
of all bliss
of all bliss
 
Come on, pick them all.
If you don't do it,
you couldn't be
more wrong, girl.
Couldn't be more wrong.
 
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The Indian

An opal arrow in my oval1
sweet metal of a Paleface2
A strange flower, an Indian in my heart.
 
A platinum arrow in my bosom,
blood-red tip, feline shoulder,
strange flora, an Indian in my body3
 
He is the love of my life,
I know it's him, everything points at him.
In him, everything is endless.
Night and day, I'm his.
 
An arrow [like] a dawn in my scenery,
golden locks4 with thick resounding skin5
A strange beast, an Indian in my party6
 
A bold arrow for mouth-to-mouth7,
of the 'hands off' type, the 'single bullet' type.
A strange guy, an Indian in my trip.
 
He is the love of my life,
I know it's him, everything hints at him.
In him, everything is endless.
Night and day, I'm his.
 
And if the arrow were poisoned,
I would give without hesitation
my naked heart for him to carry far, far away.
Indian territory.
 
And if the arrow were poisoned,
I would give without hesitation
my naked heart for him to carry far, far away.
 
He is the love of my life,
I know it's him, everything hints at him.
In him, everything is endless.
Night and day, I'm his.
 
An opal arrow in my oval
sweet metal of a Paleface
A strange flower, an Indian in my heart.
 
He's the one, yes he is, he is.
An Indian for life.
 

• 1. Not quite sure what she means by that. A mirror maybe?
• 2. lit. 'sweet pale-faced metal', but the pun on Palefaces vs Indians is obvious in French
• 3. plays on coeur/corps
• 4. lit. 'golden helmet', but the expression is a cliché to talk about thick blond hair, as in
• 5. 'cuir' usually means 'leather' but can also mean '[thick] skin'. As for what she actually means, your bet is as good as mine
• 6. 'fête' (party) sounds close to 'tête' (head).
• 7. also means 'resucitation' in French

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Laughter one day, crying in the other

A song that comes from an autumn dream
In the solitude of march's color, my bedroom
Maybe a last cigarrete, I feel a burning
Until it's time to sleep.
 
The pain that exists in every waiting, awakens
The love that in every late night, vanishes
In a to and fro motion that does not change, in the world
I make a toast to celebrate the last departure.
 
A day she laughs, without a reason why
Then cries afterwards, because of a desire
And it's always the same each time
A great love
 
One day she goes, in the other she comes
And if she stays, she leaves as well
Life is like that
One day the laughter, in the other the pain
 
For the love that burning today like a fever, warms me
Or that tomorrow opens a wound in me, and gets cold
I know that one more suffering, and time
Will help me to forgive
 
And I go on saying 'I love you so much' to so many
And go on turning new pages, the faces
Of this adventure novel of mine, the escapes
That go on marking my life.
 
A day she laughs, without a reason why
Then cries afterwards, because of a desire
And it's always the same each time
A great love
 
One day she goes, in the other she comes
And if she stays, she leaves as well
Life is like that
One day the laughter, in the other the pain
 

The Cold Teardrop

Whenever Chico Sanfoneiro gets excited
Everyone1 slips2 into the forro3 which never ends
It goes on until the sweet morning
[And Zeca dies of fury]
It goes on until the sweet morning
[And Zeca dies of fury]
 
It's that Rosa, so sinful
In the hall wishes to end
It's that Rosa, so sinful
In the hall wishes to end
And Chico, full of prose
[He doesn't live up to his reputation of singing to thousands]
And Chico, full of prose
[He doesn't live up to his reputation of singing to thousands]
 
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
He says it blind, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
And repeats, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
 
What culture, what culture can there be?
A brave guy like Zeca da Viola
What culture can there be?
[If the guy didn't go to school]
What culture can there be?
[If the guy didn't go to school]
 
His song, though, is strong
His speed is to appreciate
His song, though, is strong
His speed is to appreciate
So that Rosa understands him
[The viola will tell him]
So that Rosa understands him
[The viola will tell him]
 
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
I like her, she's my love
[But she turns me down]
He says it blind, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
And repeats, almost crying
[Playing his viola]
 
And Chico couldn't believe
That Zeca da Viola with his song was so good
But when [Chico] heard him singing
[A cold teardrop fell]
But when he heard him singing
[A cold teardrop fell]
And [in sadness] he understood
[That Rosa changed color]
And [in sadness] he understood
[That Rosa changed color]
 
Ohhhhhh, Chicago
Chico I like her
I like her, like her.
 

• 1. Or 'the whole world'
• 2. Lit. 'falls'
• 3. Party dance popular in northeastern Brazil

Memories of Ypacaraí

On another beautiful night we met
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake1
You were singing sad along the way
Old melodies in Guarani2.
 
And in that sweet blend of those songs
There love being born in me again
And in the night filled with enchantment
Of your soft hands, I felt the warmth
And love turned into a thousand caresses.
 
Where are you now, darling
For your sweet song doesn't come to me
Where are you now, my soul awaits with frenzy
 
Everything reminds me of our love
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake
Everything reminds you, my love calls you, darling.
 
On another beautiful night we met
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake
You were singing sad along the way
Old melodies in Guarani.
 
And in that sweet blend of those songs
There love being born in me again
And in the night filled with enchantment
Of your soft hands, I felt the warmth
And love turned into a thousand caresses.
 
Where are you now, darling
For your sweet song doesn't come to me
Where are you now, my soul awaits with frenzy.
 
Everything reminds me of our love
Together at the blue Ypacaraí Lake
Everything reminds you, my love calls you, darling.
 

• 1. Lake located in Paraguay, in the outskirts of Asunción
• 2. An indigenous language of South America spoken primarily in Paraguay, Bolivia, and Argentina

It's Not True

It's not true
that our love
is ending.
 
It's not true
that so much love
is being lost.
 
Know
I'm kissing you
and it's true
I'm feeling you.
 
Don't doubt anymore
for I love you the same
as yesterday
or more perhaps than yesterday.
 
It's not true
that our love
is coming to the end1.
 
It's not true
forget it
for it's not true.
 
It could be
that I went on forgetting
to say
that I'm loving you.
 
But love
is much more, darling
without speaking
only without speaking.
 
It's not true
that our love
is coming to the end.
 
It's not true
forget it
for it's not true.
 
la, la, la, la, la, la.
 

• 1. Lit. 'to love is arriving already the end'

Ballad on a Day in July

The oxen carry
Sterling silver.
 
Where are you going, my girl,
Of sun and snow?
 
        I'm going to the daisies
 
       of the green meadow.
 
The meadow is far away
And he has fear.
 
To (the god) Airón and to the Shade
 
       My love does not fear.
 
Fear the sun, my child,
Of sun and snow.
 
He left my hair
 
       Forever.
 
Who are you, white girl?
Where do you come from?
 
I come from the loves
 
       And from the fountains.
 
The oxen carry
Sterling silver.
 
What are you wearing in your mouth
that lights you up?
 
The star of my lover
 
       Who lives and dies.
 
What are you wearing on your chest
So fine and light?
 
        The sword of my lover
 
       Who lives and dies.
 
What are you wearing in your eyes,
Black and solemn?
 
        My sad thought
 
       That always hurts.
 
Why are you wearing a cloak
of Black Death?
 
        Alas, I am the widow
 
       Sad and without assets!
 
       From the Earl of Laurel
 
       of the Laurels.
 
Who are you looking for here
If you want nobody?
 
I'm looking for the Count
of the Laurel's body
 
Are you looking for love,
Aleve wink?
You are looking for a love
I hope you find.
 
Stars of the sky
 
       They are my wants,
 
       Where will I find my lover
 
       Who lives and dies?
 
Is he dead in the water,
Snow girl,
Covered with nostalgia
And of carnations.
 
Oh! errant knight
 
       From the cypresses,
 
       My soul offers you
A moonlit night
 
       
Ah dreamy Isis,
Girl without honeys
The one in children's mouths
Your story pours.
 
I offer you my heart,
Dim heart,
Wounded by the eyes
of women.
 
        Galant knight,
 
       With God you stay.
I'm going to look for the count
 
       Of the Laurels ...
 
Goodbye my little maid,
Sleeping rose,
You go for love
And I to death.
 
The oxen carry
Sterling silver
 
My heart bleeds
like a fountain.
 

Crazy

Crazy
I think I'm empty without you
I'm crazy
Crazy without you
 
You
Everything for me
and you
forever in heart.
 
Love
You melt this heart
Longings
where are you.
 
Crazy
I think I'm empty without you
I'm crazy
my love
I'm crazy
without you
and I'm crazy
Because of you.
 
Crazy
I think I'm empty without you
I'm crazy
my love
I'm crazy
without you
and I'm crazy because of you.
 

Fate

If we knew what will come tomorrow
If we guessed the course of events
What kind of a ball is fate preparing
If funeral or a carnival
And the secret meaning of guessing
Hints, signs and marks
What the fate promises us to understand
There are questions but not answers
 
Fate, fate
Good or evil, hangman or judge
What is in your fate
Written to you, say
Fate, fate, fate, fate
Good or evil, hangman or judge
What you hide in the dark
Only you know
 
Friends, I want to know why
The fate plays game with me
Why all the time I can hear it
Breathing on my back
Why the fate inspires the fear
Threatening to take away its gifts
We are just toys in its hands
And the results of the game
 
Fate, fate
Good or evil, hangman or judge
What is in your fate
Written to you, say
Fate, fate, fate, fate
Good or evil, hangman or judge
What you hide in the dark
Only you know
 
Fate, fate
Good or evil, hangman or judge
Fate, fate, fate, fate
Good or evil, hangman or judge
Fate, fate
Fate
 

Yours

The beauty of the flowers attracts the bees
You, you attract the gentlemen
But if springtime the flowers return the same
You, you have only a spring.
 
Yours, yours
There are flowers on the earth
Yours, yours
There are also dreams.
 

Crazy

Crazy
It's a great loneliness
And I'm crazy
Heart's no longer in the mood
I knew
I love you very much
But someday
I'd leave you too.
 
Worry
I'm always worrying
Wondrin '
What's wrong with you?
 
Crazy
Imagine your love is real
Crazy over hope
Crazy over [crying]
And crazy I am, for loving you.
 

I Won't Fall In Love Again

I won't fall in love again
Sadness frightens me
It makes me feel bad just to think
To have to live uncertainty.
 
I won't fall in love again
I don't want to be cheated on again
I won't let it happens another time
I need not to be loved.
 
I won't fall in love again
I don't want anymore to be desired
I can't stand anymore to cry
So many things hurt me.
 
I won't fall in love again
And live the wrong way of life
I'd rather not give myself
So that in exchange to have nothing
I won't fall in love again
 
I won't fall in love again
As my feeling aches
It is better to reject it
And suffer for an instant
 
I won't fall in love again
Only to live a lie
When one loves for love's sake
And love becomes a habit
 
I won't fall in love again
For I have already suffered enough
And right now she isn't around
This makes me suffer even more than before
 
I won't fall in love again
I have nobody else to love
I care not what they say
If I am still awaiting her
I won't fall in love again.
 

Ok Darling (Feat. Julian)

Ok darling
Ok darling
 
Don't, don't go far away from me
And don't, don't run away from me
And don't, don't get angry with me, don't
Ok darling
 
Yes, yes, you are my darling
Yes, yes, you are my destiny
Yes, yes, I'm on fire from you, yes
Ok darling
 
Between us there is love, between us there is longing and heart
Between us there is love, between us there is longing and heart
Yalla yalla (1), yes
I love you, I adore you (2)
 
Julian:
She said would you want to get a brownie outside
She don't want to love me long time (nope)
She got teen spirit and she a prom night
She like bonfires and her eyes a camp sight
 
I think she _____ like ___, she queen
She want to be on my team
She cannot be on my reach
Her beauty got her glowing like bleach
 
Don't, don't keep me awake at night
And don't, don't, and you're on my mind
And don't, don't, make a fool out of me, don't
 
Yes, yes, open your heart to me
Yes, yes, let me love you,
Yes, yes, weli weli(3) from you, yes
 
Between us there is love, between us there is longing and heart
Between us there is love, between us there is longing and heart
Yalla yalla yes
I love you, I adore you
 
Ok habibi
 

Romeo and Juliet

In the attic you'll see a tiny light
Warm hearts, a withered rose.
Leftovers, a bent spoon.
From the needle the conscience burned.
 
They believed in the cool darkness of dreams
The dreams worshipped them
The fingers played with the cold steel
The pump sucked the juice of life.
 
The long dreams combined into one
Numb they followed
The needle was life, with it they could change
That which was yet to happen
 
In the attic they lay and wove their web
The fear they threaded on a thread
Nothing could happen, because their was no if
If you'd look thoroughly
 
Met secretly, played in peace and quiet
In the shadows sat Talia.
White horses drew the carriage with Romeo
By his side sat Juliet.
 
They believed in the cool darkness of dreams
The dreams worshipped them
Romeo - Juliet
Romeo - Juliet
 
When the colds wind of winters blow
Cold on the streets
You'll see Juliet standing, offering herself til her voice gets hoarse
in hope of life for her veins.
 
Because Romeo wandered to another stage
His role didn't work out there
An overdose cut short the wait
In the toilet of an unknown bar
 
Met secretly, played in peace and quiet
In the shadows sat Talia.
White horses drew the carriage with Romeo
By his side sat Juliet.
 

The Ballad of My Destiny

Everything I ever wanted,
I had to leave behind faraway,
I always have to escape
And abandon what I love.
 
I am the ghost ship
That cannot drop anchor at port,
I wander about looking for shelter
In portraits and in mirrors,
In moth-eaten letters
And in scented memories.
 
No matter how much I stretch out my hands
I can never reach you, bright star,
There were bitter partings,
That is my favorite path.
 
I drink long and deeply
My potion of memories
And become drunk in distances
So as to caress my dreams,
And become drunk in distances
So as to caress my dreams.
 
No one knows better than me
The language of handkerchiefs,
Fluttering in the docks,
Shaking the trembling air.
 
No one was ever born like me
With a sailor's destiny,
The only flower I know
Is the compass rose,
The only flower I know
Is the compass rose.
 
No matter how much I stretch out my hands
I can never reach you, bright star,
There were bitter partings,
That is my favorite path.
 
I drink long and deeply
My potion of memories
And become drunk in distances
So as to caress my dreams,
And become drunk in distances
So as to caress my dreams.
 

A father like me

If the lawyer1
the girl will go away
if the tutelage falls of you
remember she's also mine
and I tell you yes
obstacles why?
companion no
lover but
at least in this there's
a father like me.
 
Being a mother is actually
is much too easy
it's already a half sainthood
for she never errs
for us insecurity
in school there isn't
society
tells us no
it makes up stories
[about] a father like me.
 
Craziness is an excuse
it's said to all those
I take this path
for her and not for me
it's her who pays the price
of happiness
I should be paying
she's got no blame in this
she almost doesn't know that it's
a father like me.
 
But then the girl will grow
without my warmth
but the Lord will think of us
in those big iniquities
So sooner or later
Time will make clear
your clock
my clock
she will understand who is
a father like me.
 

• 1. Alt. synonyms in the English-speaking world: barrister, solicitor, or attorney

Unless

I ask how's it going
You don't want to speak
There's an immense emptiness
You tell me hi
I don't want to respond
Our love is dying
I already don't know how to say
Why it happened
We're so different
I know, the end has arrived
Our love goes on forever.
 
Unless
we change our pride so as not to fight,
our egotism will separate us...
Unless... Unless...
Unless
We both try everything, everything to overcome,
I will see our life shatter...
Unless... Unless...
 
Already the night has arrived
I can no longer sleep
The cold solitude is killing me
You don't even want to see me
Nor do I try to understand
The fire that once existed is dying1
I wanted to converse
To say one more time:
'To say we love each other means to continue ahead'
But I know the end has arrived
Our love goes on forever.
 
Unless
we change our pride so as not to fight,
our egotism will separate us...
Unless... Unless...
Unless
We both try everything, everything to overcome,
I will see our life shatter...
Unless... Unless...
 

• 1. Lit. 'turning off'

Lime and salt

Versions: #4
I have to confess that sometimes
I don't like the way you are
Then, you disappear
And I don't quite understand why
You don't say anything romantic
When the sun sets
You get in a strange mood
With every month's full moon
 
But all of that
Loses to the good you give me
Just having you around
I feel like I start over
 
I want you with lime and salt
I want you just how you are
There's no need to change a thing
I want you if you're coming or going
If you're rising or falling and you're not
Sure how you're feeling
 
I have to confess now
I never believed in happiness
Sometimes I find something that looks like it
But it's just chance
 
Then I come to find
You eyes, they give me something else
Just having you around
I feel like I start over
 
I want you with lime and salt
I want you just how you are
There's no need to change a thing
I want you if you're coming or going
If you're rising or falling and you're not
Sure how you're feeling
 
Just having you around
I feel like I start over
 

July

Silent is resting the town. The corridor is heaving.
The humanity is
travelling.
or is wandering or is just strolling.
And the farmers rent the nature
for worth seeing prices.
 
They rent the sky,
the sand at the sea,
the Place music of the local fire fighter department
and the view on the cow on the meadow
Limousines racing back and forth
and don't find and find the way anymore
to the lost paradise.
 
In the field grows bread. And it grows there
also the future rolls and pretzels.
Lizards twitch from place to place.
And the clouds bring rain on board
and the sharp lightning and the thunder word.
Man makes mountain and water sports and does not keep a lot of
puzzles.
 
He thinks the world is a picture book
with postcard series
The Landscape is smiling at the visit
It knows that it will survive the time even
the Holiday.
 
It also knows: A
stone throw from
here starts the
fairy tale.
Hidden in the grain, on pushed poppy, rests a disheveled couple.
Here don't is rising a price, here don't is falling the loan
Here are rise and falling the larches.
 
The girl sleeps with
delighted face.
The bees are buzzing satisfied.
The young man is still called good-for-nothing.
He passes through the grid of the shadow and light in the forest and goes through the end of
the poem,
like in old times direct to the south
 
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On A Little Big-eared Donkey

Don't cry any more, my love,
Christmas is coming.
St. Joseph and Mary will bring
a little big-eared donkey
loaded with nougat.
 
St. Joseph and Mary will come
and on a big-eared donkey
they will pass through here.
 
Don't cry anymore, my baby,
I am kneading the bread.
Marzipan with honey
and a smoky crust
is warm in the pan.
 
They will come on a little donkey
by way of Bethlehem.
Beloved, both beloved,
beloved by the Baby Jesus.
 
They will come here
and give you a kiss
when Christmas comes.
 
(Orchestra)
 
Don't cry anymore, my baby,
I am kneading the bread.
Marzipan with honey
and a smoky crust
is warm in the pan.
 
They will come on a donkey
by way of Bethlehem.
Beloved, both beloved,
beloved by the Baby Jesus.
 
They will come here
and give you a kiss
when Christmas comes.
 
They will come here
and give you a kiss
when Christmas comes.
 

For the love of a woman

It was for the love of a woman
That I ended up not being able to understand myself
And I even got to the point of playing with my own life
And I let myself stay like this
Knowing that it was for me
An already lost loving cause.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I made a dreamer out of myself
Having so much suffering in my life
Me, who always used to be a winner
Became, then, a loser
And I was left with the wounds.
 
It was a dream, she didn't want me anymore
I tried to show her that she didn't make me suffer
Today I live sadly, but I know that I'm going to change
Because I want to forget about her once and for all.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I learned how to suffer
I put the joy aside
I started, then, to understand
The sad side of living
Trying to forget about what I wanted.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I all of a sudden went insane
Loving who i wasn't supposed to
I was a slave to that love
And was blinded by the pain
Not caring about life.
 
It was a dream, she didn't want me anymore
I tried to show her that she didn't make me suffer
Today I live sadly, but I know that i'm going to change
Because I want to forget about her once and for all.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I learned how to suffer
I put the joy aside
I started, then, to understand
The sad side of living
Trying to forget about what I wanted.
 
It was for the love of a woman
That I all of a sudden went insane
Loving who i wasn't supposed to
I was a slave to that love
And was blinded by the pain
Not caring about life.
 

Yearnings

I would like to be the fine honeysuckle
that opened its morning bloom
to give you the jungle's perfume,
when you barely open your window
 
To be an emotion so that you can yearn for me,
to be a landscape so that I may delight you,
to be a blue fountain so that you can see yourself in me
and to be a song so that you may sing to me
 
I would like to be the belt of ermine,
that holds your magnificent waist,
and that sensual love eternally,
to feel your beauty in my arms
 
To be an emotion so that you can yearn for me,
to be a landscape so that I may delight you,
to be a blue fountain so that you can see yourself in me
and to be a song so that you may sing to me
 

With These Looks

I don't know,
madam, why you think badly of me.
I don't know,
madam, what they have told you.
 
Your daughter and I,
madam, we got married for love.
I know that you
dreamt of a good catch, something better.
 
Madam, what do you know...
You were only concerned
about finding no matter who
with favorable status.
 
Madam, who was going to tell you
you'd have a son-in-law like this:
Adventurer and dreamer,
with looks like this.
 
You say,
Madam, that I'm an opportunist,
and it's that you,
Madam, have judged me without reason.
 
Your daughter and I,
madam, we got married for love.
I know that you
dreamt of a good catch, something better.
 
Madam, what do you know...
You were only concerned
about finding no matter who
with favorable status.
 
Madam, who was going to tell you
you'd have a son-in-law like this:
Adventurer and dreamer,
with looks like this.