A keresés eredménye

If I were her

If I were her
I'd know how to say all those things
All of these words she doesn't say
With her soft voice that gives shivers
If I were her
I wouldn't want none of those dreams
None of these weird, fabricated lies
She makes herself just to escape
 
But her, alone
Knows how to shush like that
And she conceals herself in lull
Like a young little girl
But her, alone
Knows how to flee like that
And she lies down in her absence
Right next to me, right next to me
 
If I were her
I wouldn't search for excuses
Pointless speech and worthless refuge
Miserable battlewear
If I were her
I'd hate to see myself in pain
To wish for death, to curse her out
For all the wrong she lays open
 
But her, alone
Knows how to shush like that
And she conceals herself in lull
Like a young little girl
But her, alone
Knows how to flee like that
And she lies down in her absence
Right next to me, right next to me
 
If I were her
I would let things go with the flow
Go their own way, and sneakily
For she's so smooth, oh! believe me1
If I were her
I would like to, for no reason
Simply to see, just to try out
See how it'd be, this kind of love
 
If I were her
If I were her
If I were her
If I were her
 

• 1. please note the pun in the original between 'en douce' and 'elle est douce' (seemingly, discreetly vs. she's sweet, gentle, soft-skinned)

She Wanted to Be Called Venice

She wanted
Me to call her Venice
You see me
Striped vest, doting voice
As a gondolier
 
Paddling for a cherry
For a kiss
She wanted to be called Venice
What a funny idea
 
What a funny idea
What a funny idea
 
I was under the command of her exquisite voice
You see me
Submissive heart and enamored soul
As a mariner
 
If women want to be called Venice
Take them seriously
Don't try to find anyone better
 
Don't try to find anyone better
Don't try to find anyone better
 
Then she ran away
Without her suitcase
Towards the mysterious fog
Sometimes she would dream of ice floes
Then prefer a raging Tarzan
As for me, with my tied up heart in my shirt
I always give what I can
 
She wanted me to call her Venice
Soaking eyes
Broken back, spare rib
On a running board
 
Tilting like the tower of Pisa
For a kiss
She wanted to be called Venice
What a funny idea