A keresés eredménye oldal 9

I Don't Love Her - Not Anymore...

I don't love her - never, no more!
Although, without love, heart will die.
I don't love her - not anymore, -
Now death is the name of my life.
 
I'm tempest, I'm night, I'm abyss,
I ruin those whom I embrace.
Oh, joy of my liberty!.. Hence!
My love for you's gone without trace!
 
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The Night from Friday till Monday

Where was I in the night
From Friday till Monday
Was I three, three days awake,
Or simply three days in a coma
 
I wake up, and it feels as if my head as exploded
My boys have had fun, I'm totally decorated
And I look in the mirror, to see what actually happend
Then I have a tramp stamp tattooed over my ass
My nose is broken, man that hurts
Well, apparently the bouncer was stronger than me
And all the girl near me, looks like Thomas Gottschalk(1)
How did I drink her pretty, man I'm gonna puke
 
Man I'm never drinking again, well definitely not for a long time
Well ok, definitely not until next Friday
 
Where was I in the night
From Friday till Monday
Was I three, three days awake
Or simply three days in a coma
And I think to myself, it's shit
I am shattered and broken
Tell me, where was I in the night
From Friday till Monday

Sorry, I've never before been like I was at the party
I couldn't have known, man
I thought they were smarties
I know no mercy in partying
I drink Jagermeister warm
The last think I knew, is how someone dragged me out
I check facebook, what the hell is going on
Shit, I'm tagged in 130 photos
 
Man I'm never drinking again, well definitely not for a long time
Well ok, definitely not until next Friday
 
Where was I in the night
From Friday till Monday
Was I three, three days awake
Or simply three days in a coma
And I think to myself, it's shit
I am shattered and broken
Tell me, where was I in the night
From Friday till Monday
 
Man I'm never drinking again, well definitely not for a long time
Well ok, definitely not until next Friday
 
Where was I in the night
From Friday till Monday
Was I three, three days awake
Or simply three days in a coma
And I think to myself, it's shit
I am shattered and broken
Tell me, where was I in the night
From Friday till Monday
 

The Mount

Fleur-de-Lys:
Seeing you on your mount
You have stature,
Model of beauty
And force of nature,
Or are you no more than an impostor,
A lecherous creature
Who loves adventure?
Is there anything below your armor?
My soul is still pure
Forget your misadventures
I will cure your burns
I will love you if you swear to me
I will love you if you swear to me
That they'll hang Esmeralda
My young dreams
Woven in ingenuity
They'll break once
I have no more vanity
I hate my chastity
I'll lose it for you
If you swear, you perjure,
Your words are injuries
Don't open any more conjectures
That end my torture
My heart is all darkness
Come inside me, trash
Show me what injury is
I'll love you if you swear to me
I'll love you if you swear to me
That they'll hang Esmeralda
I'll love you if you swear to me
I'll love you if you swear to me
That they'll hang Esmeralda
That the gypsy will die
 

How can time last forever

It's Paris from my childhood
Here started the journey of my life
In the cold, dark attic
Of an artist and his wife
 
I have the memory with me
It's just as unclear
Here I can feel from my childhood
Has been
 

A Dying Man

Shoot your good-bye straight into my heart
Stop crying and go on, say it:
You're going away, you're leaving me, it's not worth it anymore
To try again, it has died
I know, you are a butterfly that flies searching for freedom
And I, a dying man without hope, knowing that you are leaving
And perhaps now there is nothing left to us
But now, love of my life, if you leave I want to tell you
 
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
May the Good God go with you
And may everything go well with you, go well...
 
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
Leaving me here, like this!
A dying man... a dying man, oh, oh, oh
 
You will always be my princess
So soft, as soft as silk
Lovely chinese-like eyes like a doll
And they hypnotize me with their beauty alone
 
But I am no longer going to suffer for you
Find yourself another man who will do so instead of me
The love I had for you is over
I am tired of begging
 
But tell me baby which is your falsehood
But you say you love me and why are you leaving
You accuse me of maltreating you and infidelity
But all of that is a lie, nothing about it is true
 
You are blinded by the lies of your friends
But they don't tell you that they want to be with me
Deep in your soul I know that you love me
After you are happy, I swear to you that I'll live in peace
 
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
May the Good God go with you
And may everything go well with you, go well...
 
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
Leaving me here, like this!
A dying man... a dying man...
A dying man... a dying man...
 
No longer are words needed
When that look of yours tells me you are leaving!
And here I am alone in a void
Imagining what could not be
 
And I wonder why you go and I stay
Because no one forces anyone to love each other
It was my turn to lose, but there is no bitterness
And I wish you good luck
 
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
May the Good God go with you
And may everything go well with you, go well...
 
I hope that what you are looking for
Is worth more than what you are losing
Leaving me here, like this!
(Jah Rasta Far ih!)
 
A dying man...
A dying man...
A dying man...
A dying man...
 
It's Ghetto,
It's Geezy
Joey Montana
Preacher
Evolving the genre
These are my urban melodies
 

Monaco - Monte Carlo

With it's games, it's Casinos
And it's Larvotto1
On the Rocher, The Grand Palace2
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
'English spoken' in Monaco
'And yes, you speak italian'.
'Yes, you speak german'.-Cock~a~doodle~doo
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
The Paris Cafe3, The Condamine.4
Salle des étolies,5 it's cabarets.
Golf and Yacht Clubs, and Tennis Courts
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
Yes, The Grand Prix car racing6
The Circus Festival is shining
Monte-Carlo Radio
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
The Cathedral, Printemps des Arts.7
It's great botanical gardens and it's Police8
Summer, night, the fireworks
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
The thermal spas society
With Fontvieille, the Louis II stadium9
And it's aquarium.
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
(Woah!)
 
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
It's not really big here10, but it's great!
To live here, It's fabulous!
Love, Happiness, La Vie en Rose11
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 
That's Monaco, Monte-Carlo!
 

• 1. one of the 'quartiers' of Monaco, also the name of the main public beach
• 2. translates to 'The Rock' The Palace is located on it and Prince Albert II lives there
• 3. A french cuisine restaurant
• 4. The second oldest district in Monaco, known for its wide harbour and yachts
• 5. translates to Hall of stars, a concert hall
• 6. Since 1929, the monaco grand prix (formula one) has been held annually in the streets of Monaco
• 7. translates to Art Spring. A festival that takes place in May
• 8. Some of these police officers are borrowed from France
• 9. The Louis II stadium is a football stadium in Fontvieille, another district
• 10. Monaco is the second smallest country in europe
• 11. translates to Life in Pink, it's a refernce to an Edith Piaf song