A keresés eredménye oldal 16

Pagan Ave Maria

Ave Maria
Oh, forgive me
That I want to pray to you
 
Ave Maria
No one has ever taught me to kneel down
 
Ave Maria
You'll save me
From evil, misery and fools
That have been given authority on earth
 
Ave Maria
I'm a foreigner here, please have mercy
 
Ave Maria
Please hear me
Destroy the barriers between us
So that nothing stands between brothers
 
Ave Maria
Guard me night and day
 
Ave Maria
Be my shield
Always guard the love and my life
 
Ave Maria
 

My Dream

My dream, my dream
Will find whom lives afar
My dream
Will show this longing
My dream
With its freedom
My dream
In the sky my guiding star lost itself
The cold dawn brings me only melancholy
My dream
 
I feel the chant of the night
In the mouth of the wind
Doing the dance of flowers
In my thoughts
 
It brings the purity of the samba
Felt, marked by heartbreak in love
The samba that moves the folks
And the stray wind wrapping the flower
 

I go to my beloved

Versions: #2
I go to my beloved, I leave home
Seventeen years at my mother's heart
Now conquered by love
 
You brought me into this world
Your care a lake of tears
 
Sweet milk you have given me
Now give me your blessing
 
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When the Morning Comes

Your look I do not forget.
It went through marrow and bone, makes my knees soft.
Never before have I felt so.
I wanted it [all] to be different.
 
Outside, the day looms.
You were with me tonight.
And what comes now will hurt, hurt.
 
When the morning comes we are lost.
Tomorrow night you will be with her.
Tomorrow night, at the rising of the day.
I know, I knew the price.
Going other ways and [through] other streets.
Everyone will sleep somewhere else.
Tomorrow night I will be again here
where I was, and everything is clear.
 
At some point I will embrace you.
like an old friend and feel with you.
You'll see, I'm in control.
Time can kill everything.
 
Miracles freeze to ice,
I will not get hot anymore.
No fire burns whenever I see you
and nothing no longer hurts.
 
When the morning comes we are lost.
Tomorrow night you will be with her.
Tomorrow night, at the rising of the day.
I know, I knew the price.
 
Can [being in] love be a crime?
Who throws the first stone?
I will not regret anything like you,
no matter what I do.
 
When the morning comes we are lost.
Tomorrow night you will be with her.
Tomorrow night, at the rising of the day.
I know, I knew the price.
Going other ways and [through] other streets.
Everyone will sleep somewhere else.
Tomorrow night I will be again here
where I was, and everything is clear.
 
When the morning comes we are lost.
Tomorrow night you will be with her.
Tomorrow night, at the rising of the day
I know, I knew the price.
 

Everything is an idea

Wherever you chose to stay, always chase clouds
Whatever you wanted that's what you should spill, whatever we lived you should beat
Have dreams don't be afraid to, you probably were for a lot
Kill me and don't remember me, since that way you'll be better
 
Everything is an idea, you too are an idea
And if I still love you, one day you'll have forgotten.
Everything is an idea, you too are an idea
I'll take you out of my mind and you'll find my door closed.
 
Wherever you chose to live nicely, sleep without guilt
And you won't have news from me, I'll have stayed in other times
Search intensely, almost extremely, take bodies without soul
Have fun with your friends, so you don't miss me even for a moment.
 
Everything is an idea, you too are an idea
And if I still love you, one day you'll have forgotten.
Everything is an idea, you too are an idea
I'll take you out of my mind and you'll find my door closed.
 
You're an idea I'll get over it, I've lived it many times
You're an idea I'll get over it, I'll forget you and you'll become yesterday
 
Everything is an idea, you too are an idea
And if I still love you, one day you'll have forgotten
Everything is an idea, you too are an idea
I'll take you out of my mind and you'll find my door closed..
 

Of Flesh and Bone

Versions: #2
What are you made of?
Of stone or ice,
That you don't know how to feel
Love or jealousy.
 
You're nothing like me
I'm sure of that.
You're nothing like me.
God did not make you
Out of flesh and bone
 
You're nothing like me.
God did not make you
Out of flesh and bone
 
And so
Don't you dare usurp the right
to judge my feelings,
or criticize my attitude.
 
I am
But a woman of flesh and bone
In constant search of the kisses
She never got from you.
 
I leave you
As a reminder and a grievance
Half of this suffering
and a piece of my cross
 
I'll go on
My way just a bit longer
Until I find those kisses
That I never got from you.
 
(Repeated until the end)
 

Old Tile-roofed Mansion

Quarter of Belgrano! 1
Old tile-roofed mansion!
Do you remember, my sister,
The warm nights
Walking on the thoroughfare?
When the nearby train
Left us with an old,
Strange longing
Under the soft
Strength of the rosebush?
 
Everything was so simple:
Like the clear blue sky!
Good, like in the tale
That, during the lovely siestas,
Grandpa would tell us about...
When the little piano
In the dark living room,
Would bleed out the pure
Tenderness of a waltz.
 
[Chorus:]
He's come back to life! He's come back to life!
In the hushed voices of the piano
And, with your hand's subtle spell,
Grandpa's lap will return.
 
Call out to him! Call out to him!
We will live that distant story
For, in that old mansion in Belgrano,
Defeating death itself,
Mother is calling us...
 
Quarter of Belgrano!
Old tile-roofed mansion!
Where's the pond?
Where are your courtyards?
Where are your steel grilles?
You will walk again to the piano,
My dear old sister
And, in its melodies,
The diaphanous days
Of our home, shall live again...
 
Your smile, my sister,
Alleviated my mourning
And, like in the tale
That, during the lovely siestas,
Grandpa would tell us about,
The little piano
In the dark living room
Will, once again, bleed the pure
Tenderness of a waltz...
 
[Chorus:]
He's come back to life! He's come back to life!
In the hushed voices of the piano
And, with your hand's subtle spell,
Grandpa's lap will return.
 
Call out to him! Call out to him!
We will live that distant story
For, in that old mansion in Belgrano,
Defeating death itself,
Mother is calling us...
 

• 1. (3 June 1770 – 20 June 1820), creator of Argentina's flag.

There's Nothing Left for Me

I saw you packing everything in cardboard boxes
There's no need to explain why
I saw you looking at the room and your surroundings
Like it were the last time you'll say goodbye to them
I saw you looking at the photos, the ones of us both
With a hint of nostalgia and resentment
I saw you close the door, that didn't really close
Because you left the key in front of the TV
But I don't know what to say or do
All I know is:
If I lose my calm and lose control
Then there's nothing left for me, there's nothing left for me
If I lose hope and I lose reason
Then there's nothing left for me, there's nothing left for me
I saw you crossing the road away from my room
I thought you'd stop to think it over better
I saw you close your eyes in the middle of the intersection
I thought you'd make a better exit
I saw you change your rhythm and saw your indecision
But in the end you decided not to change your mind
And I saw myself sitting in desperation
There was nothing left for me, nothing no
But I don't know what to say or do
All I know is:
If I lose my calm and lose control
Then there's nothing left for me, there's nothing left for me
If I lose hope and I lose reason
Then there's nothing left for me, there's nothing left for me
I saw you looking in my eyes for the last time
I forgot to ask you, why?
If I lose my calm and lose control
Then there's nothing left for me, there's nothing left for me
If I lose hope and I lose reason
Then there's nothing left for me, there's nothing left for me
 

A Troubled Man

A troubled man,
A troubled man,
You get to know him by the way he walks,
You get to know him by the way he walks.
 
He walks slowly down the road,
He walks slowly down the road,
And keeps thinking of something,
And keeps thinking of something.
 
A man with many troubles,
A man with many troubles
Would proudly sing down his path,
Would proudly sing down his path:
 
'If I see you burning, world,
If I see you burning, world,
I wouldn't do a thing to put the fire out,
I might just add to the fire.
 
If I see your big flame burning,
If I see your big flame burning,
I wouldn't bother to get out of the house,
I wouldn't bother to get out at all.
 
I wouldn't bother to get out of the house
Unless I find my peace in you.'
 

The Love that I Dreamed

Only two bodies, playing to love
Together in the darkness
We went on loving, each time more
Nothing could change
The passing of time, it wanted to ward us off
And our love could do more
 
And now I'm in front of you, loving you
My heart cannot hide
For without you I cannot love
I go back to living at your side the love that I dreamed
 
Alone in my room
Without your warmth
I went on knowing about fear
I loved you so much
My soul I gave you
Now that you're coming back to me
The emptiness is filled
Pain is shut off
Today I have your love
 
And now I'm in front of you, loving you
My heart cannot hide
For without you I cannot love
I go back to living at your side the love that I dreamed
 
For without you I cannot love
I go back to living at your side the love that I dreamed
 

Love in Spain

Love in Spain is unique,
It is death and resurrection,
sound and love that accustoms to waking up,
cursing what was just heard.
 
Our love, dear,
in Spain is not the grand reason,
it's the flame that overflows from the heart.
It's crying over the sadness of living
And singing the happiness of death...
 
Beloved of a Spanish woman,
I ask that you give me
the same as someone from Madrid
born in Lavapiés.
 
Carnations from Granada
over your fleur de lis
will put this sunrise
Spain enamored
with the sky in Paris.
 
Love in Spain is unique,
It is death and resurrection,
sound and love that accustoms to waking up,
cursing what was just heard.
 
Our love, dear,
in Spain is not the grand reason,
it's the flame that overflows from the heart.
It's crying over the sadness of living
And singing the happiness of death...
 
Love...in Spain...
 

Maria Julia

Maria Julia. How can there be so many hurdles
to arrange our first date?
It irritates me, when I dial your number
to be listening the frying of french fries,
that mixes with the black smoke
of a burning of bakelite.
And that turns off my desires of talking.
 
Maria Julia. When I finished dialing
on the tube I don't know what's going on,
that I can't distinguish the call sign
from a hallucination caused
by the LSD or by the
 
Maria Julia. When I get to listen to a voice
on the line, why is it that it speaks chinese?
I'm never able to link with who speaks
a more familiar language than the palestinian.
I don't know what to do to achieve
one day to dodge the cruel destiny
that the argentinian caught with ENTEL.
 
Maria Julia. To deactivate the blocks
of the receiver, I know that you propose
as solutions, that people talk privately,
out of the state scope.
But that's not right and I'll tell you why.
 
Maria Julia. I don't want to have to pay
a transnational to talk to you.
 

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María Clotilde

Waiter, serve me a glass.
I loved her madly.
And one day by whim,
she left without saying anything
and I never knew to where.
 
Waiter, bring me a snack.
I don't know the reason why
she could have left me.
She who always said
she would die by my side.
 
Waiter, go and cook me
a good dish of ravioli.
I never had news again,
a letter, a call,
a note at least.
 
Waiter, come immediately
to polish my shoes.
I don't conceive that she forgot me.
Me who I was for many years
her reason to live.
 
Waiter, wash these clothes.
Then solder that pipe
and check that socket.
Some say she returned
to find old flames.
 
Waiter, you should change
the washer of that tap.
Then wash the floor.
I know I shouldn't
even remember her.
 
Waiter, come on, let's go.
Come to dismantle the car.
How do you want me to drive
with the brake like that?
I can't sleep in the night.
 
Waiter, what's going on
that the mixture isn't ready?
Then come and I'll show you
the measures of the table
that I told you to do.
 

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Everything

Suddenly, blue
Everything got blue
My nail polish is blue
My dress is blue
Spread it around town
Now there's everything at ease
 
Sharing with your friends
What I want is to enjoy myself
Call me, call me, call me
Send me something on WhatsApp1
 
Enjoying myself in the nightclub
Let's connect
Call me, call me, call me
Send me something on WhatsApp1
 
Throw your hand up,
The palm of your hand!
 
Suddenly, blue
Everything got blue
My nail polish is blue
My dress is blue
Spread it around town
Now there's everything at ease
 
Sharing with your friends
What I want is to enjoy myself
Call me, call me, call me
Send me something on WhatsApp1
 
Enjoying myself in the nightclub
Let's connect
Call me, call me, call me
Send me something on WhatsApp1
 
Sharing with your friends
What I want is to enjoy myself
Call me, call me, call me
Send me something on WhatsApp1
 
Enjoying myself in the nightclub
Let's connect
Call me, call me, call me
Send me something on WhatsApp1
 

• Brazilian people call this app 'Zap' or 'Zap Zap'

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Can it really be love?

How should I explain it to him?
Would he understand?
He wants to know the truth, the past,
Who knows, whether he would go then?
 
What does he want to hide?
He's doing it the whole time,
Why doesn't he want to be a king?
As a king, he would be free
 
Can it really be love?
In the gentle evening wind?
The harmony full of deep peacefulness,
And all that we are
 
Can it really be love?
Do you feel it everywhere?
And it seems, under the protection of the dark,
Love is awoken!
 
How should I explain it to him?
Would he understand it?
He wants to know the truth, the past,
Who knows, whether he would go then?
 
What does he want to hide?
He's doing it the whole time,
Why doesn't he want to be a king?
As a king he would be free
 
Can it really be love?
In the gentle evening wind?
The harmony full of deep peacefulness,
And all that we are
 
Can it really be love?
Do you feel it everywhere?
And it seems, under the protection of the dark,
Love is awoken!
And it seems, under the protection of the dark,
Love is awoken!
 

Pagan Ave Maria

Ave Maria
Forgive me
If I’m standing in front of you
 
Ave Maria
I just can’t get on my knees
 
Ave Maria
Always save me
From crazy people who don’t believe in anything
And rule this earth
 
Ave Maria
Foreigners will come from all over the world
 
Ave Maria
Listen to my prayer
Make that we are all brothers
Without races, without barriers
 
Ave Maria
Watch over me night and day
 
Ave Maria
I beg you
Watch over my love and my life
 
Ave Maria
 

Loving guajira

Ah! You're leaving for Havana...
Don't look at any other woman:
Think about your first love,
Whom you have left behind in !
 
Ah! Once you're there,
On the other side of the sea,
You shall see a dove
That will bring you a memory of me...
 
Ah... In Havana, by the sea,
I met the source of my life's joy:
A young man who makes me sing
Many songs, both night and day!
 
Ah, light Northerly breeze!
Cheer my little body up,
Because my beloved
Now lives in the port of Havana.
 
Ah! If you leave for Cuba,
My darling, have fun!
And, if you find other loves,
Think about the one you've left here...
 
Ah! If the sea became ink
And the fish, gold leaf,
I would write a little letter
To the owner of my heart!
 

Poor Maria

Tobacco and rum scented,
in a room in a poor neighbourhood
is weeping Maria,
ay, ay, ay...
her sadness.
And from the jukebox can be heard a song from the Sonora
 
From the countryside to the town,
one night Terencio abandonded her.
Cooking, washing and ironing for outside per day
selling lottery tickets on the main street (Metrocentro),
and every night to the highest bidder,
her body is sold.
 
(Refrain)
 
Poor Maria
Ay, ay, ay...
And her imagination
Ay, ay, ay...
That the capital was the best place
to leave the poverty behind
 
In front of the mirror she bought from the biggest market
she puts on her dress and her necklace.
Probably, this night it won't be that bad,
Going down the crowded street to the disco place,
And at dawn, one day older,
she goes back to her house.
 
Poor Maria
Ay, ay, ay...
And her imagination
Ay, ay, ay...
That the capital was the best place
to leave the poverty behind
 
Her kids of cars take care, selling water, and no food to have,
Sniffing glue and wandering the streets of Managua.
Maria laments that her life
of the poverty will never get out.
 
Poor Maria
Ay, ay, ay...
And her imagination
Ay, ay, ay...
That the capital was the best place
to leave the poverty behind
 
All stinky of tobacco and rum,
in a room of a poor neighbourhood
is crying Maria,
ay, ay, ay...
her sadness.
And from the jukebox a song is heard the Sonora
 

I'm needing you

I'm needing you
really needing you so much
And it happened that distance
changed that feeling
of frivolousness.
 
And turned it into longing
of being in your arms
and without me realizing it
it tangled up my heart.
 
I'm needing you
really needing you so much
You are getting into my soul
down to a place I never ever
allowed no one
 
And on loving you so much
and feeling you so distant
I'm needing you
really needing you so much
 
And turned it into longing
of being in your arms
and without me realizing it
it tangled up my heart.
 
I'm needing you
really needing you so much
You are getting into my soul
down to a place I never ever
allowed no one
 
And on loving you so much
and feeling you so distant
I'm needing you
really needing you so much
 

Maria Maria

And it starts again
I only talk to her about love in silence
My eyes savour her shape her hips
Between distrust and what she thinks about it
I take her curves and I increase my chances
I ask myself what we will do impulsively
Cricks in the neck
I want to hear all of her melody
And as always it starts again
Tell me, tell me, tell me
 
Maria, Maria, Maria
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
Maria, Maria, Maria
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
 
It's exceptional
She's afraid of flying but still wants to see the Seventh Heaven
Telling how I feel no it's not worth it
She blows up at me eight days a week
I shadowed her feelings
I took photos of her in miniature
I do my best she only does the bare minimum
I say 'See you soon', she tells me 'I won't be here'
Her heart can make things ricochet
There's no more love, there's only hesitation, hesitation
I want you to die from me, me
Pull me against you, you
I want you to die from me
Tell me, tell me, tell me
 
Maria, Maria, Maria
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
Maria, Maria, Maria
 
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
Maria, Maria, Maria
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
Maria, Maria, Maria
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
 
It's that Maria you drive me crazy
The temperature like the night is tough
And everything an adventure
Marica how pure
Look my Maria you heal me with your body
Truh, truh, truh, truh, truh, truh and you try
Truh, truh, truh, truh, truh, truh and you try
 
Maria, Maria, Maria
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
Maria, Maria, Maria
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
Maria, Maria, Maria
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
Maria, Maria, Maria
Tell me what you want to do in the dark
 
Maria, Maria,
Maria tchen-tchen Maria
Maria, Maria
Maria tchen-tchen Maria
 
Your body Maria tchen-tchen
I`m dying Maria tchen-tchen-tchen
Your body Maria tchen-tchen
I`m dying Maria tchen-tchen-tchen
Your body Maria tchen-tchen
I`m dying Maria tchen-tchen-tchen
Your body Maria tchen-tchen
I`m dying Maria tchen-tchen-tchen
 
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Maríae

Versions: #4
He gets home late with the mist of the sea,
he arrives tense with anger.
He comes in slowly so as not to interrupt
the most beautiful sleep ever.
 
She comes out of the fog
of a moon yawn.
Barefoot and disheveled, she runs.
She runs into his arms like no one else will
ever, ever, ever...
 
And María says yes.
She blushes and says yes.
And she hides in his arms.
And he answers that everything will be okay.
That flowers will grow again
where we're crying now.
 
Dawn breaks while she, standing,
shines with the right spark.
Ambush face, open skies at the same time.
He thinks how beautiful she is.
 
Together and forgotten by sleep they go on,
telling riddles.
Till the flower closes in him,
closes in him.
 
And María says yes.
She blushes and says yes,
and she hides in his arms.
And he answers that everything will be okay,
that flowers will grow again
where we're crying now.
 
And winter came and he left.
And they tell that, without him, María
doesn't look at her reflection in puddles.
Every March 10th at 10 o'clock,
She hopes to see him again,
but he has left.
 
He gets home late with the mist of the sea,
he arrives tense with anger.
He comes in slowly so as not to interrupt
the most beautiful sleep ever.
 
She comes out of the fog
of a moon yawn.
Barefoot and disheveled, she runs.
She runs into his arms like no one else will
ever, ever, ever...
 

Tell me, Maria

Tell me, Maria, what are you looking for in me?
What did you want? Words are like snow.
Tell me, Maria, what are you thinking? What are you hiding?
Whatever it is, why are you crying
And don’t you listen to me?
 
Now, Maria, this sky is consoling,
This sun is warming everything is in you.
Don’t be afraid to wait for the dawn
With an anxious heart
Because the world is right there.
Just tell me, Maria,
Why do you cry and don’t you hope?
Tell me, Maria, who will help you, if you wait for me?
 
Tell me, Maria, what are you dreaming about, today?
What were you asking for? I’m here by your side.
Tell me, Maria, who hears you, who can save you?
What could I do? Don’t you remember? But are you listening to me?
 
Now, Maria, this sky is consoling,
This sun is warming everything is in you.
Don’t be afraid to wait for the dawn
With an anxious heart
Because the world is right there.
Just tell me, Maria,
Why do you cry and don’t you hope?
Tell me, Maria, who will help you, if you wait for me?
 

What Love Is

Versions: #2
If you ask me what love is for me
I cannot reply
I cannot explain
all I know is that love was born in me
making me new
and born again
I was told long ago
that love is pain
it can make you die
or suffer without a pill to make you well
and I was also told
that love is something good
as it defeats the bad
but to this day no one could ever tell
what love is
 
When you’re in love, you shine more than the sun
a lot of light
and emotion
Iove is
When you’re in love, the cool white of the moon
Is the blessing
of our love
 

The Shadows of the Wind

The day's almost over
The darkness has set in
He hides close to where she lives
Waiting again
 
He doesn't notice the wind at all anymore
'Cause he waits for her to come home
The thoughts darken his mind
Darkness strikes
 
But she doesn't want him, he things she's his
And he forgets common sense
He'll refuse to listen when she says goodbye
And soon, he'll be there again
 
Darkness strikes in the name of love
 
She looks around with darting eyes
The street lights are turning on
Why did the desire become a lie
When she said goodbye?
 
She doesn't notice the wind at all anymore
'Cause she fears getting home
What if he's there again?
Fear strikes
 
But she doesn't want him, he things she's his
And he forgets common sense
He'll refuse to listen when she says goodbye
And soon, he'll be there again
 
Darkness strikes in the name of love
 
A desire became a lie
Darkness strikes
A desire became a lie
Darkness strikes
 
But she doesn't want him, he things she's his
And he forgets common sense
He'll refuse to listen when she says goodbye
And soon, he'll be there again
 
But she doesn't want him, he things she's his
And he forgets common sense
He'll refuse to listen when she says goodbye
And soon, he'll be there again
 
Darkness strikes in the name of love
 
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You won't even miss me

What else can I give to you, that I haven't give you already?
I have to get away, loving you harms me,
can't go back, I deserve much more.
 
Maybe I was wrong, at not perceiving your signals
if you didn't love me yesterday, tomorrow it'll be late,
it hurts to accept you left me behind.
 
But no, I can't be with you, you hurt me so badly,
From now on, I give you back all the past, and this is the end,
who am I kidding?, you won't even miss me.
 
Don't know why I last so long for realizing
you're not the one who I imagined all over my head,
I know it was my mistake, I deserve something better.
 
Because no, I can't be with you, you hurt me so badly,
From now on, I give you back all the past, and this is the end,
who am I kidding?, you won't even miss me.
 
From now on, I give you back all the past, and this is the end,
who am I kidding?, you won't even miss me.
 
Just learning.

Andalusia

A a a...
 
Andalucia mia
Land of my love!
Andalucia mia
Ever will my heart
Fly away to you
Because your flowery sky
Means happiness to me
How often did I dream
About the light scent
Of your sweet orange trees
 
Heavenly paradise
Allegedly flighty
You taught me
The price of one's word
Here when we swear
We'll love each other
Andalucia mia
It's for ever
 
Andalucia mia
Land of my love!
Andalucia mia
I'll always hear
All the excited songs
Which are like jewels
Of girls from home
And I keep quivering
To the ardent kisses
Of their biting lips!
 
Heavenly paradise
Allegedly flighty
You taught me
The price of one's word
Here when we swear
We'll love each other
Andalucia mia
It's for ever
 

The hand of God

It’s written in the heart,
in the blood of each people:
from dust, from gold
a big prayer rises.
 
In every part of the world,
even where there seems to be nothing,
a hope is stronger,
a light comes on in the heart.
 
When the soul is alone
on paths of sadness,
the time that passes
is the hand of God.
 
When it seems to be over
and your spirit runs away
you will see that life
will come back inside you
and you will be born anew.
 
How many skies you’ve seen,
how many paths inside you,
how many anxieties of others
without knowing why, for whom.
 
We are all searching
and we want more and more
without wanting to understand
that we all need ourselves.
 
When the soul is alone
on paths of sadness,
the time that passes
is the hand of God.
 
When it seems to be over
and your spirit runs away
you will see that life
will come back inside you
and you will be born anew.
 

1000 Light Years

See you in the door with that gleam, I know all too well.
I know it is wrong, but I cannot turn and look away.
I feel your hands and can no longer resist.
You kiss is full of memories causing chaos in my head.
 
Know it is over between us.
It took too much time to fight.
Never again will I love in spite.
That is the last time, that my heart go with you.
 
Know it is over between us.
It took too much time to fight.
Never again will I love in spite.
That is the last time, that my heart go with you.
I will let myself tear up the last time we play this game.
Tonight we are so tense, but when we wake, there are 1000 light years between you and me.
 
You sleep by my side, but are gone when it becomes day.
It happened so many times before, I sit left lost.
 
That is the last time, that my heart go with you.
I will let myself tear up the last time we play this game.
Tonight we are so tense, but when we wake, there are 1000 light years between you and me.
 
Tonight we are so tense
You and me
Tonight we are so tense
You and me
 

Traveler without stars

The shadow of the mountains
Extends on the plain
The shadow goes with you
Along your desolate path
 
Walk without a star
You have lost your way
And in the dying day
And in the crying wind
Walk against your heart
 
The one you love
Is in someone else's arms
Walk with your sorrow
Don't wonder why
Don't ask why
Go forward to the sun
That will come back
Day after day, with lighter heart
You'll forget her...
 
She was your star
The sweetness of your nights
The water bringing life
To the gardens of Andalusia
And the streets of Cordoba
Soft as a sun-ripened fruit
Nothing in the world
Will ever be the same
 
Walk without a star
You have lost your way
Walk without a star
Another love one day will rise
You'll forget her
You'll forget her!
 

Long live good wine!

It's Sunday, under the branches
the sky is tilted, la la la...
The sky is tilted. In my glass
everything gets brighter, la la la...
In my head everything gets brighter.
There's a party on, la la la...
There's a party on, everything is enchanting,
my heart is singing, la la la...
 
Ah, long live good wine!
It's a divine pleasure.
Soon as you get a sip,
everything sparkles in your eyes.
The world is wonderful.
 
Ah, long live good wine!
It's a mischievous little god.
As summer weather comes back,
it's wine that always makes
love sing.
 
A soothing tune
whirls in the summer wind,
and in both our hearts
I hear happiness sing.
 
You take my hand,
our kisses get sweeter.
May I die tomorrow1
this beautiful day is ours,
no matter if we're mad.
 
Ah! Ah!
 
Don't fight it!
Love awaits us there,
and the smiling sky
tells us everything goes
when you're a bit tipsy.
 
Your shoulder gets more tender
as it brushes me, la la la...
The soft grass seems to wait
for us to linger [on it], la la la...
The old keeper watching us
looks like laughing, la la la...
Yet his laugh seems to say
'I've seen worse', la la la...
 
Ah, long live good wine!
It's a divine pleasure.
Soon as you get a sip,
everything sparkles in your eyes.
The world is wonderful.
 
Ah, long live good wine!
It's a mischievous little god.
As summer weather comes back,
it's wine that always makes
love sing.
 

• 1. 'let tomorrow carry me away'

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In All of My Dreams

In all of my dreams
I see you again
In all of my dreams
I hear your voice
And [therein] I re-experience the charm
From when I first saw you.
 
In all of my dreams
Your laughing eyes
In all of my dreams
Your mocking tune
And the regret are
Of my crazy happiness
 
If I'd had the chance
To keep you for all of my life
I'd have regained confidence
But that image
Is the shadow in the night
 
And all of my dreams
Are full of you
As a fever
I feel within
The crazy round
Of our past instances
So quickly erased
 
I see you again
I hear your voice
 
Your laughing eyes
Your mocking tune
 
For each night brings me
The same dream
The same always
I saw the door open by itself
And you are there
Those brilliant eyes of love
 
In all of my dreams
You come to me
In all of my derams
I see you again
But only your memory
remains
To calm my desire
 

Mum, the most beautiful in the world

Mum, it's you, the most beautiful in the world
No one else around is more pretty
You have for me, confessed that it is strange
The face of an angel out of paradise
 
In all of my trips
I've seen landscapes
But nothing is worth the sight
of your beautiful gray hair
 
Mum, it's you, the most beautiful in the world
And my joy is deep
Whenever in my arm
Mum, you place your arm
 
Mum, it's you, the most beautiful in the world
For so much love flood your pretty eyes
For you, it's true, I am despite my age
The little wise child of happy days
 
I've had dreams
Where you loved me without end
But dreams do come to an end
And only you have remained
 
Mum, it's you, the most beautiful in the world
And whenever everything collapses around me
Mumm, you you are here!