A keresés eredménye oldal 1

Hop, Hey, La-La-Lay

All is right and all is wrong, and, as it seems, not a big deal,
But someone will say 'What the hell! Homeless and penniless!'
Everything as usual, just happiness or sorrow,
But someone will say 'Ah, unlucky, what a lost soul'
 
[Chorus]
Hop-hey, la-la-lay,
Where is the questions, where is the answer

You're bad for me

Tell me how we got here
To be counting the days away from you
And as much as I no longer want to love you
That much 1 you push me to the void
 
What if you're bad for me
I want you, I'm asking you
You're my breath, I'm holding you
Even if you are a sweet poison
What if you're bad for me
I want you, I'm asking you
You're my breath, I'm holding you
Even if you are a sweet poison
 
Tell me how you became
A prison for my heart
And as much as I want to leave you in the morning
Until night comes I'm giving my life to you
 
What if you're bad for me
I want you, I'm asking you
You're my breath, I'm holding you
Even if you are a sweet poison
What if you're bad for me
I want you, I'm asking you
You're my breath, I'm holding you
Even if you are a sweet poison
 
Everything is changing
And all the difficulties go away
And if I have to tell you
How much we're changing
Everything is keeping me close to you
One step before the cliff
 
What if you're bad for me
I want you, I'm asking you
You're my breath, I'm holding you
Even if you are a sweet poison
What if you're bad for me
I want you, I'm asking you
You're my breath, I'm holding you
Even if you are a sweet poison
 

• 1. The same 'force' let's say

Here's the Mail Troika Rushing

Here's the mail troika rushing
Along the Volga River in Winter
The coachman is humming some sad tune
And shaking his head
The coachman is humming some sad tune
And shaking his head
 
'What are you thinking of, young lad?' -
A friendly passenger asked him,
'What torments your heart?
Tell me, who made you so sad?'
 
'Oh, dear sir, my good sir!
It's been a year since I fell in love.
But the village headman
scolds me for it and I have to take it!
 
Oh, good sir, Christmastide will come soon
But she will never be mine again!
A rich and hateful one took her from me,
So she'll never again see beautiful days'
 
The coachman finished his story
And put away his whip.
'Hey, restless horses, stop!' -
He said and gave a sorrowful sigh
'Hey, restless horses, stop!' -
He said and gave a sorrowful sigh