A keresés eredménye

Big Party

I'm still going to win the Festival1
With a song of macramé2
I will appear on a newspaper cover
Flaunting an alligator
 
I hope your mouth drops to the floor
'Cause I'm ready for the big party
And you with a cigar and wearing a robe
With a harpoon sticked to your forehead
 
I still hope to be a hurricane3
To have a waist of a ballet dancer
Dragging my jewels on the floor
Waving from a chaffeured Porsche
 
I hope your mouth drops to the floor
'Cause I'm ready for the big party
And you with a cigar and wearing a robe
With a harpoon sticked to your forehead
 
I still hope to have something carnal
In my chalet's armchair
To kill this cannibal hunger
'Cause I'm so tired of coffee
 
I hope your mouth drops to the floor
'Cause I'm ready for the big party
And you with a cigar and wearing a robe
With a harpoon sticked to your forehead
(x2)
 
'Cause I'm ready for the big party
 

• 1. it may be a reference to the 'Festival da Canção', the Portuguese national selection for the Eurovision Song Contest where Lena has participated several times
• 2. an elaborately patterned lacelike webbing made of hand-knotted cord, yarn, or the like, and used for wall decorations, hanging baskets, garments, accessories, etc. (Dictionary.com)
• 3. to be very beautiful and sexy

Whenever Love Wants Me

Whenever love wants me
It can just make me a sign
Blown in the sea breeze
Or in a ray of sunshine
 
Whenever love wants me
I know I won't say no
I have to go where it goes
And forget about myself
And forget about myself
 
Like a forgotten flame
In a fire that burns of passion
 
Whenever love wants me
I know that reason will lose
That I will give myself again
Like the first time
 
Whenever love wants me
I will bathe in that light
Feel the current pass
And forget about myself
And forget about myself
 
Like a forgotten flame
In a fire that burns of passion
 
Whenever love wants me...
 

Demagogy

They attract attention anywhere
Playing with words like no one else
They know how to get around
The most direct questions
 
They take advantage of all the space
That is offered on the radio and newspapers
And they talk with ease
As if they had a degree in too much talk
 
Demagogy done right
Is like cheese on a mousetrap
Demagogy done right
Is like cheese on a mousetrap
 
To bring water to their mill
They have in their hands an enormous nerve
They promise a lot of bread and wine
When the election hunt opens
 
Once they see themselves on their perch
They are attacked with total amnesia
From the last to the first
They heal in banquets, in a social
 
Demagogy done right
Is like cheese on a mousetrap
Demagogy done right
Is like cheese on a mousetrap
 

At the Bottom of Your Watered Eyes

Seven seagulls of carmine
Embroider the sky in the morning
Over hills of satin
Roofs of peppermint sleep
At the bottom of your watered eyes
At the bottom of your watered eyes
 
Seven lullabies
Come out of the neon books
The bells ring slowly
Releasing petals of sound
At the bottom of your watered eyes
At the bottom of your watered eyes
 
Seven kisses of yours to conquer me
Seven smiles of yours to carry me
Seven kisses of yours to conquer me
Seven smiles of yours to carry me
 
(Repeat)