A keresés eredménye oldal 2

IF IT’S THAT EASY

so we’ve lived so far, so good
what have we figured out, not much
a thousand sides taken around a single table
if you’re blind to all that, then press on
 
I cry and I laugh
it’s the same old story
my man, this is the slippery law
I may fall along the way, but I won’t step in line
 
see, don’t break it
it’s called the heart, don’t slander, don’t regret
and if the world is a desert, don’t hold back
bring water to the mirage
 
if it’s that easy, come and relieve me of your love
this is the suffering saz, never play it in vain
so do I deserve you playing it
 
if it’s that easy, come and relieve me of your love
I am the suffering saz, never play me in vain
so do I deserve you playing me
 
I won’t sell out! this cause is both my master and my pasha
it’s through my pain that I discover myself
and it’s those who resist who manage to live
 

IF IT’S THAT EASY

so we’ve lived so far, so good
what have we figured out, not much
a thousand sides taken around a single table
if you’re blind to all that, then press on
 
I cry and I laugh
it’s the same old story
my man, this is the slippery law
I may fall along the way, but I won’t step in line
 
see, don’t break it
it’s called the heart, don’t slander, don’t regret
and if the world is a desert, don’t hold back
bring water to the mirage
 
if it’s that easy, come and relieve me of your love
this is the suffering saz, never play it in vain
so do I deserve you playing it
 
if it’s that easy, come and relieve me of your love
I am the suffering saz, never play me in vain
so do I deserve you playing me
 
I won’t sell out! this cause is both my master and my pasha
it’s through my pain that I discover myself
and it’s those who resist who manage to live
 

What kind of businesses are these

Versions: #2
Come and save me from my blazing dream
Save me, if you can
Can this scale
separate my rainfall from my desert?
 
 If the Saz *you play could hear you
Saz* would be embarrased, would give up
'Forget my son, it hurts' you said whereas
Being forgotten is the end of life
 
Say that you don`t care about me
What kind of businesses are these
The world crashes
Our head is on the ground
 
I am insulted from the bottom of my heart
Dear, if it`s this, does the road ever end?
Two lovers at the abyss
Is the arm enough to get together?
 
What you catch, may be yours, dear
Love passes through leaving
'Forget my son, it hurts' you said whereas
Being forgotten is the end of life