A keresés eredménye

The Most

Na life
Is different from today on
It smells better
It seems better
 
My heart
Found something in you
For all days
To the end of days
 
And luck chose me today
Let it hold, don’t let it go
You give me more, even more
The most I can have
And I give you myself
You mean to me more, even more
The most I know so far
And I give you my hand
 
With you minutes
They’re short, too short
No hurry, I’m in no hurry
True love
Only once, just once
It happens, if it happens
 
This luck chose me today
Let it hold, don’t let it go
You give me more, even more
The most I can have
And I give you myself
You mean to me more, even more
The most I know so far
And I give you my hand
 
You give me more, even more
The most I can have
And I give you myself
You mean to me more, even more
The most I know so far
And I give you my hand
And I give you my hand
The most
 

Poetic

I see how you're looking at me from the bar
You leave your group and approach
And all the words you say
Sound like something you read somewhere
You just ramble on and on
As if it's supposed to make me fall for you
Okay, Mister Hemingway
 
You're so motherfucking poetic, poetic, poetic
You're so motherfucking poetic, poetic, poetic
You're so motherfucking
And I could make new perfume from your tears
Your comments give me the chills
You think you're a poet, you give it your all
Poetic, poetic
 
You smirk at me when you say
'You're so cute when you're mad'
And other stuff like I'm beautiful
And that I could smile a bit more
And all the words you say
Sound like something you read somewhere
You just ramble on and on
As if it's supposed to make me fall for you
The words you take from an elegy 1
 
You're so motherfucking poetic, poetic, poetic
You're so motherfucking poetic, poetic, poetic
You're so motherfucking
And I could make new perfume from your tears
Your comments give me the chills
You think you're a poet, you give it your all
Poetic, you're so poetic, oh
Poetic, poetic
Poetic
 
And I could make new perfume from your tears
Your comments give me the chills
You think you're a poet, you give it your all
Your comments give me the chills
 
You're so motherfucking poetic, poetic, poetic
You're so motherfucking poetic, poetic, poetic
You're so motherfucking
And I could make new perfume from your tears
Your comments give me the chills
You think you're a poet, you give it your all
Poetic, you're so poetic, oh
Poetic, you're so poetic, oh
Poetic, poetic
 

• 1. an elegy is a poem meant for serious reflection, usually lamenting the dead

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Fel fogsz emelkedni

Benned a sok félelem
Könnyek a szemedben
Nem kell már félned
Múltad ereszd a szélnek
Nem vagy egyedül
Halotti tort ne ülj
Hangom lesz vezérfényed
Mutasd most bátor éned
Mond készen állsz?
Felkelő nappá válsz!
 
Töröld meg szemed
Nyisd ki a szíved
Nem állíthat meg semmi
El tudsz a végsőkig menni
Utat mutatok neked
De csak ha elhiszed
Ha szétesnél összekaplak
Járd utadat nap mint nap
Ha készen állsz
Emelkedj, mire vársz?
 
Ebben az utazásban hinned muszáj
Bonts ki szárnyaid magasba szállj
Fordítsd a nap felé orcád
Repülj, a mennybolt vár rád.
 
Érd el az eget
Szárnyalj
Repülj csak
(Itt vagyok veled)
 
Ebben az utazásban hinned muszáj
Bonts ki szárnyaid magasba szállj
Fordítsd arcod a nap felé
Szárnyalni, felemelkedni te fogsz
És az égbe érve tovább ragyogsz