A keresés eredménye oldal 6

Addicted to your Love

With her
I'm addicted to your sexy love
For me in his vigil, it makes me hallucinate
I am a convict of your love
 
And I'm kissing you in the kitchen
I make love to you in the office
I can not avoid, I'm going to penetrate
That rainbow fascinates me
 
Up, my lips want to climb up to your hips
My lips want to go down, to your fish tank
Mommy I am an addict of your love, I can not deny it
 
You are my passion, you are my obsession
You are my addiction, you are my sun
I am addicted to your love, I can not deny it
I'm addicted to your love
 
You are my passion, you are my obsession
You are my addiction, you are my sun
Addict, I can not deny it
Addict ...
 
What a beautiful way you bite
There is something sexy about your look
I'm like a volcano and your skirt falls
We are soaked in love
 
Up, my lips want to climb up to your hips
My lips want to go down, to your fish tank
Mommy I am an addict of your love, I can not deny it
 
You are my passion, you are my obsession
You are my addiction, you are my sun
I am addicted to your love, I can not deny it
I'm addicted to your love
 
You are my passion, you are my obsession
You are my addiction, you are my sun
Addict, I can not deny it
 
I would love you night and day
I would love you for life
It is an addiction
I can not deny it!
I can not deny it
 
You are my passion, you are my obsession
You are my addiction, you are my sun
I can not deny it, I can not deny it
Addiction, obsession, addiction
 
I lose, I lose my reason
I know I'm addicted
Addict of your love
I can not deny it
 

My Dear Biday

Versions: #2
my dear biday, open, if you will
and talk to me from your window sill
i am so lost and i am so sad
for without your love, i'm as good as dead
 
why do you pass through my garden grove
are you in search of someone to love?
i'm just a lass in my playtime hour
i am still a bud and not yet a flower
 
listen, young man, i bid you go east
to get some fruit for a little feast
get mango fruit if you do not mind
get lansones, too - there are many kinds.
 
if fruit is low do not pluck or pick
if fruit is high do not use a stick
if fruit has fallen , then skip it too
you may walk around, only to and fro
 
if i should drop my li'l hanky dear
the man who finds it will bring it here
my name is there as embroidered mark
with a nice design in shape of a heart
 
i sense your grudge and your anger, too
i feel so sad that you hate me so
you might as well stab me with a knife,
end my breaking heart and my lonely life
 

Androutsos’ mother is glad,

Androutsos’ mother is glad,
Androutsos’ mother is glad
And Diakos’ proud
For they have warriors
And captains for sons
One at the Inn of Graviá
the other at Alamana.
who set the Turks to flight,
spahis and janissaries
 

Come to me, dear myna

Come to me, dear myna1, give me sweetness
In your beloved garden, who are you searching for, who?
The Nishagandhi2 flower has bloomed in the land of the moonlight
Have you already forgotten your old playmate?
 
The waves of the ocean and the desires of the heart3
Will never abate, my dear, will never abate.
 

• 1. An Indian bird, common mynah or Acridotheres tristis.
• 2. Plant named Queen of the Night or Dutchman's pipe cactus (Epiphyllum oxypetalum).
• 3. Literally liver rather than heart. In local culture, the seat of emotions can be the liver.

Roman Guitar

Versions: #2
Under a mantle of stars
Beautiful Rome appears to me.
Lonely is my heart, disillusioned with love
wants to sing in the shadows.
 
A silent fountain
and a balcony upstairs.
Oh my Roman guitar,
do accompany me.
 
Play, oh play, my guitar,
let my dear heart cry,
homeless and without love
only you now remain.
 
If the voice is a little veiled
accompany me quietly,
my beautiful fornarina
there is no more to the balcony.
 
Purple shadows are creeping
and the fountain is weeping,
hear the trees gently sigh
while the wind's murmured by
as they ride from afar.
All my memories awaken
'neath each bright watching star.
Play for one who's forsaken,
oh my Roman guitar.
 
Play, oh play, my guitar,
let my dear heart cry,
homeless and without love
only you now remain.
 
If the voice is a little veiled
accompany me quietly,
my beautiful fornarina
there is no more to the balcony.
 
Oh my Roman guitar,
do accompany me!
 

Carnival Morning

Blue, the morning is blue
The sun will come if I call it
It will stop at my command
And until eternity
It will go in its path
Towards another blue
 
After,
I don't know if there is an after
If the sun will rise again
Because the song
Doesn't have to be true
Because at Carnival
The heart will sing
The reason for living
It will sing without speaking
Nor feeling
 
Blue, the morning is blue
A sign that everything is over
Is that I look for you
Although you won't to be there
And your voice will lie in the blue
 
After,
I don't know if there is an after
If the sun will rise again
Because the song
Doesn't have to be true
Because at Carnival
The heart will sing
The reason for living
It will sing without speaking
Nor feeling
 

Hammered in a bar

Versions: #2
Here she’s got me so hammered
Letting go of my pain in a bar
Toasting to her love
Here she’s got me abandoned
Sipping tequila to forget
And shake off all his pain
 
Where are you blessed?
Where have you gone?
Open your heart up a little bit
Let me love you, my love
Come and get me out of this bar
 
I’m hammered
I’m wounded
I’m drowning in this bar
Desperate in the ether of forgetting
I’m drowning in this bar
 
I know many seek you out
That they pretend to have quantity
But that’s not happiness
 
And my love will never falter
And my love will never fail you
Never ever
 
Where are you damn it?
Where have you gone?
Open up your heart a little bit
Let me love you, my love
Come and get me out of this bar
 
I’m hammered
I’m wounded
I’m drowning in this bar
Desperately trying to forget, love
 
I’m drowning in this bar
Very hopeless
Very in the ether of forgetting
Drowning in this bar
 
Let yourself be loved
I want to be your everything
And your heart
 
Come and rescue me, my love
I want to be your sun
I want to be your sea
 
Here you got me so intoxicated
Crying from rage in this bar
Toasting to your love
 
Here you got me so hammered
Drinking tequila to forget it all
Its not fair, Love
 
Very hopeless
Very much in the ether of forgetting
 
Drowning in a bar
Very hopeless
Very much trying to forget
Drowning in a bar
 

Shared Lips

Versions: #7
My love...
If I’m under the rhythm of your legs
If I'm sunk into the movement of your hips
This is heaven it’s my heaven
 
Escaped love
You take me, you leave me, you use me up then you toss me aside
You check out other pastures then return just like the hummingbirds
You have me like a dog at your feet
 
Once more my foolish mouth ...
Falls again on your skin
Your mouth comes back to me…tempting me
I fall again
From your breasts down to your feet
 
Shared lips
Lips split up… my love
I can’t share your lips
And I share the deceit and I share my days
And the pain
But I can’t share your lips
Ooh love ooh…shared love
 
Evolving love ...
Friends with benefits but without the benefit of having you forever
And I always have patiently wait
For the piece of you that is left for me
 
Lightning strikes of alcohol ...
The voices cry alone in the sun
My mouth is burning in torture, you undress so sweetly
Then later you leave
 
Once more my foolish mouth ...
Falls again on your honey skin
Your mouth comes back to me…it's painful
I fall again
From your breasts down to your feet
 
Shared lips
Lips split up… my love
I can’t share your lips
And I share the deceit and I share my days
And the pain
But I can’t share your lips
Ooh love ooh…shared love
 
I’d rather be damned ...
I’d rather be buried away…my love
But I can not anymore
Share your lips share your kisses
Shared Lips
 
I love you with all my faith without measure ...
I love you even though you're shared
Your lips are in control
 
I love you with all my faith without measure ...
I love you even though you're shared
And you’re still in control.
 

Open mom, open

Get up, my sweet mother
and run to open the door for me
to squeeze in your arms
the child you'd written off
 
Open mom, open up
it's not a stranger knocking
It's your son knocking, my mom
the one who took the wrong road
 
I made you bitter, I hurt you
and you aged for me
but let all those things
be forgotten
 
Open mom, open up
it's not a stranger knocking
It's your son knocking, my mom
the one who took the wrong road
 
A neighboring door opens up
and someone shouts to me:
'Don't knock at that house
nobody lives there!'
 

The sister of La Coneja

In a dirty warehouse,
bastion of Ciudad Vieja1
the sister of La Coneja,
has lost her virginity.
Witness in the dark,
a moth eaten matress,
that was left printed
with indelible memory,
and its the origin of this story,
that I don't know if it's true.
 
It was like it always happens,
she fell in love with Tito,
that skinny brunette,
who charmed her with cuddles.
And challenging the fate
he had enough of making out,
the hornet's nest got stirred up,
sixteen years is too much
when he hits you like a dog
and life asks for sex.
 
Later well know stories,
the what can we do with it
The you can't have him,
the I already got the money.
A crying, four caresses,
and everything will be all right.
The back of a warehouse,
the farewell to the skinny Tito,
and the beginning of a journey,
more swayed than a train.
 
Today she's a Mrs so and so,
and has summer holidays in the east.
Anyone who sees her won't imagine
she was from playa Pascual2
Her hoax is going bad,
she says 'children' and 'college'3
she really does a good job
she rides an outstanding car
she wears rubber sandals instead of jute
and doesn't ask for the prices.
 
Now she really has fun,
in a good matress.
Short la garçonne hairstyle
And glasses with chain.
She goes to the psychiatrist,
she doesn't even name her sister,
but she's marked by a shadow
she never could avoid
how she got screwed,
there at Ciudad Vieja.
 
The sister of La Coneja
 

• 1. A neighbourhood in Montevideo
• 2. A small town in the outskirts of Montevideo. To say that she's from there is like to call her a lousy woman.
• 3. instead of 'kids' and 'school'

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Holnap lesz

Itt az idő elkezdeni elfelejteni
azt a sebet, mely sosem fog begyógyulni,
a csókot, mely többé nem lesz,
és a testednek az illatát.
 
A csend, ami nem fog beszélni,
a cselekedeteid és az emlékeid, melyek már
már nem térnek vissza, a lyukak, melyek kitöltik
a szokásokat, és a titkok is eltűnnek.
 
Holnap egy új szerelem vár
amely elfeledtet engem, és meggyógyítja a sebeket,
Holnap egy új Nap lesz
ami beragyog minket
és végül, nem lesz több fájdalom.
 
A mosolyod már nem tér vissza, a múlt
nem fog megbocsájtani, emlékeztetni fog
a másik hely ígéretére,
melyet egykor közösen álmodtunk meg.
 
A szavak nem tűnnek el
benned láttam az édes könnyeket, amikor
rád gondolok, soha többé nem fogsz megérinteni
a testem meghal a szerelmedért.
 
Holnap egy új szerelem vár
amely elfeledtet engem, és meggyógyítja a sebeket,
Holnap egy új Nap lesz
ami beragyog minket
és végül, nem lesz több fájdalom.
 
Holnap egy új szerelem vár
amely elfeledtet engem, és meggyógyítja a sebeket,
Holnap egy új Nap lesz
ami beragyog minket
és végül, nem lesz több fájdalom.
 

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