A keresés eredménye

The crows thought: the sun is just a little thing!

The crows thought: the sun is just a little thing!
They try to be bigger with their excrements
flying high and cawing at it:
'What do you want from us, poor alien stranger?'
 
They are partially right: the sun is much too far,
not on the Earth - it's a matter of fact!
It doesn't care about crows -
whether they fly low or high?
 
The sun can't caw at the crows
to stop their patriotic zeal
and they are happy: 'Yes, of course!
We haven't a little bit of romanticism!
 
Sun, you're shining in the sky,
This is just humiliating!
No matter if it is a day or night -
We can see everything, don't help us!
 
Don't shine, don't burn us,
Because, you understand, we have no time!
Where is the rubbish - do you find it?
With your shining we're feeling like a blinde!
 
You don't allow us to show our talent -
Because of you it's all in vain!
Better is the shining of this street-lamp -
We can sit down on it to defecate!'
 
The triumph of the crows rises to its apogee
When the sun was hidden by the clouds:
'We are the winners without any fear!
And now we are the friends of falcons!
 
We are so clever and so strong -
even people will wonder at us!
We have a lot to eat and more -
Even you, sun, could eat with us!'
 
The clouds disappeared - it was a winter-rain
The sun began to shine in the spring
and can see the crows everywhere -
better to say... their remains!
 
When the food had finished,
the falcons ate these poor crows!
It was a high-time of the friendship -
The sacrifice is easy to be found!
 
The crows fly and sometimes caw
This history is at an end:
Crow can not sing, it is a fact!
And the sun has no excrements!
 
I want to make a song from my lyric. And you?

I Have No Need for Fires in the Winter!

I have no need for fires in the winter
For I always know where warmth awaits!
What need have I for the world, duplicitous and cold,
When your heart is my home?
 
If I meet the gaze of your bright eyes -
I sink into their blue depths!
Your strong and trusty hand is by my side -
I trust in it without a trace of hesitation!
 
I want to be with you, always and everywhere,
It matters not - on Earth or in the heavens,
As a little squirrel on your shoulder,
Or as an arrow leading to the future!
 
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Bloody king

Sunrise again... Another day!
What will it bring to my soul?
Something good?
Or now in the past it's all?
Where are that peaceful life, that hearth,
Which kept us warm and fed?
Where's family and where is love?
Who did I leave it for?
 
Chorus
But no... The order! We won't escape!
We have to get the glory
And bring it to the king -
Why would he care about my family?
The only thing he needs is war!
The peace is broken, the fight goes on:
The bloody feast - the king is calling!
 
Sunset's faded - the moon is crawling
My guys are promised to the ground
It seems they won't be remembered -
The war goes not for us!
Spilled for them in a fight
Young blood of those hearts
Can't throw the laurel wreath
And chiefs will eat their meals!
 
Chorus
But no... The order! We won't escape!
We have to get the glory
And bring it to the king -
Why would he care about my family?
The only thing he needs is war!
The peace is broken, the fight goes on:
The bloody feast - the king is calling!
 
Sunrise again, another battle...
He's bloody but... he's king!
He gets the glory and the cheers!
But servants, they're keeping quiet!
And they have families to feed
Not someone else's but their own!
There's nothing but the reign of evil,
And our land can't be recognized:
It bites the dust forever,
Wherever is triumph there's war.
 
Chorus
But no... The order! We won't escape!
We have to get the glory
And bring it to the king
Why would he care about my family?
The only thing he needs is war!
The peace is broken, the fight goes on:
The bloody feast - the king is calling!
 

May This Celebration Never End!

May this celebration never end,
May the aromatic candles shine bright,
May all your days be beautiful and light,
And peace to your homes may they send!
 
May troubled times never give you despair,
Nor sudden changes give you quite the scare!
May you see more luck and goodwill,
And may soul with hope be filled!
 
Know that someone out there can give you their hand,
They can lessen your burdens, their help they can lend,
So that you can finally breathe with ease,
And find joy in work and in life, as you please!
 
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Somebody lives in the Earthly Paradise

Somebody lives in the Earthly Paradise
and other - to live for ages
This man won't to have a lot -
even if you give him a present!
 
No matter what he's clothed in -
either with a lipstick or with a hat,
but he will be with you if only
you unfortunately getting hurt
 
He brings the light into the hearts
looking deep into the souls
'It's some incredible!'- you say 'Oh, not!'
You are right! But he tells the truth!
 
From other hand, a baseness knows
who is worth saying 'hello!',
drinking a beer or shaking hands,
marrying or making love...
 
A conscience does not sacrifice itself -
It's only calling of the heart.
No problem if you don't make the same -
It is no reason to convict!
 
Be real yourself to love and eat -
Nobody takes your own bread!
You will never be constrained -
This life is not forbidden yet!
 
But don't shut up the honest voice -
It needn't your precious crumbs,
It is not looking from above
In spite of getting in the sky!
 
A conscience needn't glory or some gifts -
It prefer the quietly life,
The fireworks are danger things
and nonsense prefer the stir!
 
I cann't love in a clever way, I believe,
Because my heart is broken into pices.
There are too many genius of mean
But badly needed are the good ones!
 
I want to make a song from my lyric. And you?

Blood From My Veins

A cricket has gone silent in a dark room,
After chirping loudly day after day.
The crescent moon has risen... and fallen!
For a moment everything is covered by a wild gloom...
My heart moans with a mindless shout,
'Where are you, happiness? Call out to me!'
But my voice remains yet ever alone,
The silence of my soul is an endless drought...
 
I am ready to tear apart this night!
I couldn't care less about the hour!
I will turn back time, let it take flight,
Or by my feelings I'll be devoured!!
Let my heart be lit by the dawn
Of a love which appears to be gone,
Which can't be seen even by x-rays:
It flows like the blood... from my veins!!!
 
As if in prison, I'm engulfed in pain,
While by darkness I'm surrounded again!
My teardrops are reflected by the moon,
Which shines among them, alone!!!
 
I am ready to tear apart this night!
I couldn't care less about the hour!
I will turn back time, let it take flight,
Or by my feelings I'll be devoured!!
Let my heart be lit by the dawn
Of a love which appears to be gone,
Which can't be seen even by x-rays:
It flows like the blood... from my veins!!!
 
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Let Winter Come!

Let winter come!
Let it hear the melodies of our dreams,
And therefore embrace
The earth with a blanket of snow!
 
Please let it bring
Happiness to earth’s cradle,
So that, forgetting all else,
Blizzards will wildly dance!
 
So that as a winter dawn arrives,
Frosty lace would flower on our windows!
So that life’s joyful light
Would never fade in the distance...
 
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Is it better tomtit in the hand, than a crane in the sky?

Versions: #2
Is it true, that better a *tomtit in the hand?
It will peck you, at least it will try,
While struggle, it'll dump in your feast at the end-
Where from 'your happiness will arrive'?
 
Different matter a soaring crane
In the open heavenly skies,
Where somebody's hand try to reach,but in vain,
But striving your heart and the eyes!
 
So, your view of the world, don't try to restrain
To the cage with a dead bolted door!
Don't confine your happiness to the chain-
In the sky let it soar!
 

Who Has Forbidden You to Love a Snake?

So spoke Solomon the Wise,
'Let go of him, whom you love!
Should he return, he'll be forever yours,
And if not - well, one cannot be forced to love!'
 
There was one point he failed to explain,
And that was the meaning of 'Yours'.
Is this a friend, a traitor, or a scoundrel,
Who sneaks up behind you as a venomous snake,
 
Ready to bite and trample you again,
Ready to fill your soul with deathly poison...
Should you forgive if this is what awaits?
If you are in love, then yes, of course you should!
 
Who has forbidden you to love a snake,
A falcon, a pig, or a scorpion?
'Tis not of wildlife that I'm singing here,
But of love... I'm sure you all have understood!
 
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either in the ocean

I see nothing anymore
Inside this box
Something is burning inside of me
And I know why
 
Either on top of mountains
Either in the ocean
I will get moving
I want to find you
 
Life doesn't end
Whenever there is a start
That's why,the soul
Falls on top of it
 
It dawns late
The night is closed
No electricity near
Nor rain
 
Everything is indifferent
Deep in the hearts
Oh love why
You came again?
 

A little man

It's the sunset with whisper of trees
They throw its leaves away
But only a poet writing the poems
Has all these leaves gathered!
 
Our earth has plunged too deep in the dirt
With great thunder and freeze
But a poet is not afraid
and writes the book of his wish!
 
A hurricane and a danger storm -
it is our destiny, but
a poet has everithing overdone
and has his book writen now!
 
He didn't see the sunset again
But the stars on the sky!
They have seen a little man
and the thoughts of big heart!
 
I want to make a song from my lyric. And you?

Without you

Without you everything is blank
leafs on the trees have made a crown
i would like us to wear it again
in our hurts to erase every illusion
 
I feel alone in the city again
fog above the ground floated around me
my pity soul alone
was trying to get to the clouds
 
Maybe if we met there
and we together were one piece
my soul could find
peace and love in your hands
 

Don't cover my route with the flowers

Don't cover my route with the flowers
I needn't to pass on a dirty road
These flowers are such plant dead bodies
over the dead bodies I can't come!
 
I didn't take a roundabout route
In spite of flowers - they aren't there
But I don't like to be in a manure -
Especial by the mind and the heart!
 
My shoes are over by this way
But I go sure straight ahead
Sorry, swine, my casting pearls -
Somebody other bring the dirt!
 
I go to the city, wich is extoled in poems
Where everyone will find his place
And its door is never closed
And its light shines everywhere!
 
This light comes to us on the Earth
destroying the darkness of the World
I want to make the pass to it
In my shoes I'm getting on!
 
I want to make a song from my lyric. And you?

Unholly bride

Versions: #2
Unholly bride
Dressed like for the tzar
Proudly keeps her chin high
Before the altar
 
Big diamond ring
Light up the church everywhere
Nothing wrong at a glance, not a thing!
But in fact it's a nightmare...
 
The choir holds the tune
The pages -veil very tight...
Is it delirium? Oh, come on!
It's worse, it's life!
 

Orphan - doll...

For me she was always waiting -
Orphan - doll...
Her body tied to a string,
As if to the cross...
 
It's happened so, that for children
It became obsolete,
Kind-hearted concierge
Found it on garbage hip.
 
Yes, it's head had a hole,
It can not move the hand...
But once in the shop it was sold
And the price was so grand!
 
It was a famous brand,
And a very cool outfit!
With a flattering smile the salesman
Packed it very swift!
 
So, what did happened after?
Unwanted it become?
Maybe encroached on the apartment
Our little orphan?
 
Asked for extra food-
Sweets, wine, caviar?
No, it needed only
A tiny drop of love!
 
Oh, what does this word means?
Google stuck in response ..
We didn't study this in school,
In the university as well!
 
And what for all this passion,
Is headache not enough?
If you don't have happiness in life=
You were given love!
 
Who wouldn't at times present
Love an orphan?
And in the end-we have somebody to share a bed,
Only to live with-none!
 
That doll has gone one day-
Our home become an orphan!
Maybe, someone removed it from the eyes away?
But maybe found the doll someone?
 

Lonely tomcat

Like a lonely tomcat, I'm wandering the street
I'm not afraid of people-no one walks here
Neither wind nor dew, taking a stroll
Only lonely tear reigns here over all
 
Only to her alone I can entrust
Why for a long time I'm wandering the street alone
What did I found and what I'm looking for
What in this live I'm hoping to get
 
I don't have neither aim, nor a dream
To achieve the aim, you know, all means are good
Well, a dream will find me than
When someone will fall in love with a tomcat like me
 

Phoney friends

Versions: #2
I'm not against fake stones
In necklaces or bracelets, not at all.
But to have phoney friends, I don't
In this or in another world!
 
The fake diamonds-not a problem!
Let them glitter, though they aren't gold wares!
Phoney friends- no, not a predicament,
It is that cross, that God forbid, we have to bear!
 

Who Is Smart? [Poetic]

You hardly will be happy knowing
that your dear one drowns in tear-pools,
but some believe the smarts they’re owning
is theirs to make of us the fools.
 
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Tis Better To Bury Your Gifts In The Ground

Versions: #2
Tis better to bury your gifts in the ground -
There they will grow and bear fruit
Then to present them all for review -
They will wither away in the stifling stir!
 

I'm flying to you again!

Versions: #2
A sunset cut me to the heart
I feel the loneliness everywhere
I need you badly, just come back
Or I will be doomed to Hell!
 
The sun has sunk into dark clouds,
It's found its peace right in there.
All my soul has merged with you...
I'm flying to you again!
 
On the wind's wings, over and over
I'm still flying all alone!
Love is stronger than dark power
This feeling cover all my soul!
 
The life is running off its feet
It swallows me moreover!
I see an abyss... It's too deep!
But you are nowhere!
 
But I don't give up... No, never!
In the darkness of this land
I will not stay forever -
I'm flying to you again!
 
I want to make a song from my lyric. And you?

Nobody doubts that he's right

Nobody doubts that he's right
Without thoughts about his mistakes...
Oh, if it really would be right -
We wouldn't born here, on the Earth!
 
So, we could live in Paradise
swallowing the apples!
Without money and the wars
and without theftes!
 
It wouldn't any check for us-
Everything would be free!
And somebody'll come to us
and we could be good friends!
 
We could talk there heart-to-heart
Not over the telephone!
No diplom would be needed by us
to find some good job!
 
There we could walk only on foot
Needing no cars
Losing not a bit of blood
In wars of money!
 
But everybody makes mistakes
And here he is just right!
But I don't know a law to pretend
to be a something special!
 
To be clever, to be cool,
Who has done all over!
Who has eaten everything
Due to a good pocket!
 
But I am not a lawyer
And not a filosoph
I just see a sheet of life
with too many thoughts....
 
Who has written all this text?
I'm sitting and reading....
There are too many mistakes
In words and in meaning
 
I want to make a song from my lyric. And you?

Forgive Me, Saint-Exupéry [P]

The Moon is casting shade of grief,
the spring has left behind just puddles.
I know the day will come in brief,
when in the skies our souls will cuddle!
 
Do warm me up by endless heat,
don’t let me drown in anxious moments!
Believe me, I'll be your retreat,
you’re welcome there, no need for omens!
 
Set free your soul, put locks aside,
and flood your heart with joy, elation!
I’ll let no one pass me inside,
no gold will ever change my station!
 
Forgive me, Saint-Exupéry,
that we just can’t our gazes sever!
Let all ahead stay mystery –
we know for sure we’ll last for ever!
 
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Fags

I want to die in a disco fulled of fags
I want to die drinking wine direct from a cask
I want to die in the precise instant when a girl says it to me
I want a dumb death, those that nobody can explain
 
And I would pass to make part of a huge collective
People that don't work either on business days nor holidays
And I would forget the things that have hurted me
People that cannot control themselves and act in a strange way
 
I want to die in the claws of a omnipotent being
I want to die with the open arms and present corps
I want to die in a confere in front of a speaker
I want to sing dirty songs in the death's arms
 
It's supposed that the life is not so strident
Mom is wrong and the books lie
Mom is wrong and the books lie
Mom is wrong and the books lie