A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Who wants to buy the dainty lark

Who wants to buy the dainty lark
that sings from dawn to dusk?
He, who wants to buy it, come and do a deal!
 
As usual I will sell it on good terms.
The lovely lark! Who wants to buy it?
 
It is delightful and its song is sweet as well

Twin Star

Solitude is here again.
Tonight I will also feel
this heart of mine beating and carrying
a love rhythm that never ends, oh no.
 
All my insides that you know, that you locate
live the most difficult moment they've ever had.
Cutting the ties wasn't enough.
It was useless to pay my dues
if later what remains
is this way of mine of being
so fragile.
I'd like to know if you're there
of you're only a useless flight.
 
Where will you be, my soul?
Without you, I let myself fall.
Where will you be?
Beautiful soul, where will you be?
 
This heart of mine,
beating and carrying a love rhythm,
and me, I'm looking for you with such strength
that my eyes are already hurting.
Where will you be,
my soul?
Without you,
I let myself fall.
Where will you be,
beautiful soul?
Twin star,
where will you be?
 
Perhaps you'll be behind the moon
like the most concealed dream ever.
Don't you see I live thanks to you?
Where will you be?
 
Will I find you and make it through the night?
Will I find you and make it through the night?
Will I find you and make it, make it through the night?
Will I find you and make it, make it through the night?
Will I find you and make it, make it through the night?
Where? Where will you be?
Where will you be?
Where?
 

Twins

[verse 1]
On her face a starry sky with freckles (She)
She enlarges the belt’s hole with the scissors
(Hey)
That cemetery made of shirts in the washing machine
Is waiting to come back to life in the dryer
The pan that tans on the stove
The guanciale sings and you tie your hair up
On an old armchair in a modern kitchen
Our bed has become a stretcher
And when a plate falls down everyone screams:
“Shards”
Because you pay for what you break but we divide it
Because we do it like everyone does, like crazy people
We cross the line to go back to our footsteps
 
[chorus]
And you’re that kind of girl to whom photos don’t to justice
I know you like living like a 30 year old
And we try to be like we’ve always been
We make an ass of ourselves like always
We were good but we called it quits
To give ourselves space, a bit of light
We were twins, now we’re at the Gemelli
We cut back, it doesn’t repair itself
 
[verse 2]
At night the airplanes dress themselves as stars
To give us hope of touching them
They stay in the dark like old lovers
Hey, you’re a star dressed as an airplane
And I can’t reach that far
We’re a tattoo made with henné
We’re limping, and don’t look at me
‘Cause I’m going to ask you
“Any news?”
But I don’t want to know (no)
I ask you how you’re doing (doing)
And, I swear, I’m good
I swear, I was good
But at times we catch the wrong time
Maybe I had already left, you know, maybe we were slow
You want to talk to me, that sucks
You text me: “come down”
And shit gets real when you start off with:
“Look”
About the privacy I chose
“Agree”
I removed the comments, I don’t think I’ll come down
 
[chorus]
And you’re that kind of girl to whom photos don’t to justice
I know you like living like a 30 year old
And we try to be like we’ve always been
We make an ass of ourselves like always
We were good but we called it quits
To give ourselves space, a bit of light
We were twins, now we’re at the Gemelli
We cut back, it doesn’t repair itself
 
[verse 3]
Every part of you is stitched in length
Our story is like the Operation game
You remove pieces of me and then you leave them in the dark
So that I won’t be able to find them again
You can find me at the Gemelli as an only child
Oh, you can think I’m crazy, crazy
But I won’t go away
No, we’re under anesthesia
And if nothing works out
We call in sick
But i won’t go away
 
[chorus]
And you’re that kind of girl to whom photos don’t to justice
I know you like living like a 30 year old
And we try to be like we’ve always been
We make an ass of ourselves like always
We were good but we called it quits
To give ourselves space, a bit of light
We were twins, now we’re at the Gemelli
We cut back, I’m the one who has your smile
 
[outro]
Now I have two
We spend our days being hard on ourselves
Like a pit bull that doesn’t drop the bone
We’re a beer that came to its end
And I’m sorry, love,
But when I’m alone
Oh, I fly
 

Mellow.P

Pa-pa-Party night
Pa-pa-Party night
Re-re-rendez vous, shake and play
Pa-pa-Party night
Pa-pa-Party night
Re-re-rendez vous, smooth and fascinating
 
Cloudy in the first quarter moon
Suddenly crossing in my head
This is a risky plan
If you notice it, hold it in the air
Reflected in your eyes
My cheeks blush
Like a beckoning cat
Like a bird that can't fly
 
The closed-door that everyone keeps secret
Can I open it? Can I touch it?
What happens when you know
I don't think about how the future will come
It won't go away without you
 
The world is in the dark
Someone is in years right now
All with risky plans
That are forbidden to touch
Reflected in your eyes
I'm about to change
You can be laughed at
If you can protect it, then it's fine
 
A strange era where everybody is pursued by loneliness
Can I ask? Can I talk?
I should close my eyes
I don't think about how the future will come
I want to laugh with you in the end
 
Pa-pa-Party night
Pa-pa-Party night
Re-re-rendez vous, shake and play
Pa-pa-Party night
Pa-pa-Party night
Re-re-rendez vous, smooth and fascinating
 
The closed-door that everyone keeps secret
Can I open it? Can I touch it?
What happens when you know
I don't think about how the future will come
It won't go away without you
 
It's okay to throw everything away
 

Dialogue between lovers

Oh well, here we go again. It happens so easily.
We are locked in loneliness in the pub's toilet.
I have a feeling that you're thinking that there'll be romance here.
But there will not be rows and crying and loud screams here.
 
My friend, when you're sober you're cute and sweet and neat
But to think that after three-four beers yeah, then you change attitude.
And from being quiet and withdrawn mild
You go to roaring: I'm beautiful, free and wild.
I defend your freedom but do you realize the hypocrisy
It means to be alcohol-based free
 
Don't think I don't hear your undercover taunt.
With fucking gorgeous language and velvet tongue in front of your critique.
But drop the insinuations and if there's something you want
Yes dear, if you've got something on your mind just speak up.
No, don't say anything! I'll guess! Yes, now I think I know.
You whine because you don't have my full attention.
 
Oh, you think I'm jealous? Let us express it mildly.
Since you got here to Nefertiti you've been flirting wildly.
Laughed shrilly and fooled around as if you were fifteen years
And tried to tighten the push-up a step further than possible.
A moment ago you were making Killing jokes with a broiler kid
And giggled like a brat to his plump laugh.
 
Oh well, thank fuck I'm talking to other men
When you say: I'll go buy som beers. I'll be gone for an hour, and then
I find you i the bar with a Barbie-plagiary
Big-eyed-breasted blonde with an IQ of a tin soldier.
So don't come to me to talk shit about hypocrisy
First take a look in the mirror you Lars Demian-wannabe.
 
You think that I'm kissing ass? Yes, it's probably sometimes true.
I pretend to like our long walks hand in hand
I laugh at you pops jokes, I sing to your mother
And pretend to be be fascinated by your IT-knowledgeable younger brother.
I carry you when you get too drunk to walk on your own
When I'd rather dump you the closest gutter.
 
Fuck all the times I've pleased you and cursed silently
When you with stubble and hangover-sweaty begged for a kiss.
Fuck when you say:
You'd be sexy as a blond.
Your smoke poisoned breath, your damned morning wood.
Fuck having to provide for you when you've drunk yourself broke
Fuck your dirty underwear and your socks' stench.
 
Oh well, what do you think I think of your company during your fourteen days period?
What do you think I think of your smoker's cough and your damn impotency?
Your eternal nagging about tinnitus? Your fear of becoming deaf?
Or spooning with you and your Godzilla ass?
Your bumpy thighs! Your fuzzy hair! Your hanging tits! Your beard!
To discuss with you is like talking to a wall.
 
Now you're silently looking down to the floor. You got tears in the corner of your eye.
A guard tears up the door and yells: 'We're closed.
Fucking leave already!'
I hear you sigh as we leave. You sniffle some.
But when we stop in our staircase you suddenly grab my hand.
 
I look at you. I look at you. I wake up and I remember.
Despite all harsh words you're the most beautiful there is.
And we hurry up the stairs and sleep with each other.
And one and two and three see how all discourse disappeared.
Then there's a bit more crying and sorry! Sorry! Sorry!
Then we'll take a bubble bath with live candles and classical music afterwards.
Then we'll swear to be friends at a blood red sunrise.
At least until we go out together next time.
 

Best friends

Best friend
 
My most
Best friend
My most
Best friend
 
Best friend
Friend
Best friend
 
My most
Best Friend
My most
 
Be-be-be-be
Best friend
 
Everyone needs a friend
Their own best friend
A friend to play with
Doesn't matter who she is
 
She can come from America
Or from Mexico
She can have brown eyes
But also blue
It's not important who she is
But how she acts
 
Everyone needs a friend
Their own best friend
A friend to play with
Doesn't matter who she is
 
Everyone needs a friend
Their own best friend
A friend to play with
Doesn't matter who she is
 
You can tell your
Secrets to your friend
Without her telling everyone
About them
You can always turn to your friend
And trust them
 
Everyone needs a friend
Their own best friend
A friend to play with
Doesn't matter who she is
 
Everyone needs a friend
Their own best friend
A friend to play with
Doesn't matter who she is
 
If you're bored one day
Or just want to talk
A friend is always good to have
And makes you very happy
 
Everyone needs a friend
Their own best friend
A friend to play with
Doesn't matter who she is
 
Everyone needs a friend
Their own best friend
A friend to play with
Doesn't matter who she is
Oh yay!
 
Oh yay!
Oh yay!
Oh yay!
 

Heaven In Between Us

Do you have time for me
Can I come in
I'd love to hear you say that you're only mine
We can climb higher
Up the mountains and peaks
Feel the breeze take us where tough thoughts disappear
 
I see the clouds pass by
And I feel that I'm free
Something sparkles in the water
Shines above the land
And with my hand in yours
The moment can give us a heaven in between us
 
We have struggled enough now
Both you and I
The days have been long and cold, we almost lost our faith
But the snow melts now
Our cheeks are warm
We have left the darkness behind, forgotten the cold Northern winds
 
We see the clouds pass by
And we feel that we're free
Something sparkles in the water
Shines above the land
And with my hand in yours
The moment can give us a heaven in between us
 
I see the clouds pass by
And I feel that we're free
Something sparkles in the water
Shines above the land
And with my hand in yours
The moment will give us a heaven in between us
 
Yes, a heaven in between us
 

Empty horizon

Empty horizon in which nothing remains
From that fabulous party
Which one day illuminated you.
 
Long ago your lines were deep and vast,
But today they are empty and wasted
And it was my desire that wasted them.
 
The night dancing in silent steps
Descended from the green pinewood,
And in that piece of the sea the infinite
Calling of spaces blazed in the distance.
 
In the beaches it sung of clarity,
And in the irrepressible ascent of its line
Each pine tree contained
The explanation of all heroic character.
 
Empty horizon, skeleton of my dream,
Fruitless dead tree,
In your surroundings I depose
The loneliness, the chaos, and the mourning.
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

Fear of Loving You

Fear of loving you in a place so fragile like the world
 
Bad from loving you in this place of imperfection
Where everything shatters for us and grows silent
Where everything lies to us and separates us.
 
May no star burn your profile
May no god remember your name
May not the wind even pass where you pass.
 
For you I shall create a pure day
Free like the wind and repeated
Like the blossoming of the ordered waves.
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

When

When my body rots and I am dead
The garden will continue, the sky and the sea,
And just like today the four seasons
Will dance at my doorstep.
 
Other people in April will pass through the same orchard
Through which I have passed through so many times,
There will be long sunsets upon the sea,
Other people will love the things which I have loved.
 
It will be the same shine the same party,
It will be the same garden at my doorstep.
And the golden hair of the forest
As if I wasn't dead.
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

Che Guevara

The prudence of the intelligent and the boldness of the fools was raised against you
 
The indecision of the complicated and the shortsightedness
Of those who confuse revolution with retaliation
 
From poster to poster your image hovers in the society of consumption
 
Like how Christ in blood hovers over organized absentmindedness of the churches
 
However
In front of your visage
There meditates the youth at night in his room
When he seeks to emerge from a world that is rotting
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

Absence

In a waterless desert
In a moonless night
In a nameless country
Or in a naked land
 
No matter how great the despair
No absence is deeper than yours.
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

I shall return

I shall return to the poem like to the fatherland to home
Like to the ancient childhood that I lost due to my carelessness
To search obstinately the substance of everything
And to scream with passion under a thousand lit lights.
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

There are women who bring the sea in their eyes

There are women who bring the sea in their eyes
Not by the color
But rather by the vastness of the soul
And they bring the poem in their fingers and in their smiles
They remain outside of time
As if the tide had never taken them
From the beach where they were happy.
 
There are women who bring the sea in their eyes
through the greatness of the immensity of the soul
through the infinite way in which they encompass things and Men...
There are women who are the tide in all nights of evenings...
and calm
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

To pass with you through the desert of the world

To pass with you through the desert of the world
To face together the terror of death
To see the truth, to lose fear
Beside your steps I walked
 
For you I left my kingdom my secret
My quick night my silence
My round pearl and its east
My mirror my life my image
And I abandoned the gardens of paradise
 
There outside in the unveiled light of the hard day
Without the mirrors I saw that I was naked
And the wasteland1 was called time
 
Because of this with your gestures you dressed me
And I learned to live in full wind.
 

• 1. field, but considering the desert of the world image, wasteland fits better here

This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

Helena Lanari's Poem

I like to hear Brazilian Portuguese
Where the words recuperate their total substance
Concrete like neat fruits like birds
I like to hear the word with all of its syllables
Without losing even the fifth of a vowel
 
When Helena Lanari said 'coconut tree'
The coconut tree became much more plantlike
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

The cicadas

With the fire of the sky the calm falls
On the white wall the shadows are straight
The light persecutes each thing until
To the most extreme limit of the visible
The cicadas are more audible than the sea
 
This is the intellectual property of O.A. Ramos. May peace, love, and compassion forever be with you.

The Era Of Garbage

In the house that I grew up in, now a child gets older
below the debris of time he still searches for the moment
Below the dust of the desert, the ashes of the forest
is the night of mankind, the dawn of gods
Here is the hell of another
the paradise of my own
 
On the street that I grew up falls a yellow rain
a letter from the future tells of a future that will not arrive
On the sidewalks, in the railway cars
the cry of wolves, the silence of lambs
the reign of commerce, the tyranny of machines
 
But tell me if you hear the sound of the shipwrecked
the prophecies of magicians, the laughter of the crazed
Tell me why you feel alone then
now that everything matches everything
in the era of garbage
 
In the city that I grew up in they strike in the middle of the night
everyone wants to have fun, everyone wants to see
Everyone wants to shine, everyone has so much to say
everyone wants to forget, everyone wants to drink.
Everyone sleeps together and wakes up alone,
everyone is in a thousand pieces that can’t be put back together
 
But tell me if you hear the song of the shipwrecked
the prophecies of magicians, the laughter of the crazed
Tell me why you feel alone then
now that everything matches everything
in the era of garbage
 
While the past burns like film
a camera scans the the pupils of the eyes.
The tears of separation,
the agony of the protagonist
that swallows the present like a monster
 
The terror of the void, the murder of the audience
the outburst of hatred, the vengeance of the crowd
the triumph of the unsung
 
A child in a dream that tries to fly
that wants to arrive and break everything
trying to awaken, trying to shout
 
But tell me if you hear the chorus of sobs
of the heralds of the end, of the groans of lovers.
Tell me why you feel alone then
now that everything matches everything
in the era of garbage
 

Biba

[Verse 1: Pritam]
This soul,
The one connected with you, with me.
These vows,
Ones only written on me, are yours.
 
[Pre-Chorus: Pritam]
You keep a body figure like Rihanna's,
You have a heart that's like a flower,
I forget the whole world wen your eyes look at me
And Biba dances.
 
[Chorus: Pritam]
Biba dances
Even when stopped, she does not stop,
Biba dances.
 
[Verse 2: Pritam]
Woah, all of my nights
Pass by filled with thoughts of you.
I would leave the world
And reside within this gaze of yours.
 
[Pre-Chorus: Pritam]
I am a straightforward guy
And you are a hardcore girl.
When you come, you look at me secretly
The bullet from your eyes hit right on target
And Biba dances.
 
[Chorus: Pritam]
Hey, Biba dances,
When stopped, she does not stop,
When Biba dances.
 
[Verse 3: Shirley Setia]
I'm always around love,
I am entirely yours
Nothing feels too difficult for me, lover.
 
[Pre-Chorus: Shirley Setia & Both]
These nights aren given the meaning of seeing each other,
I appreciate these praises through the eyes of the world,
My eyes don't look away from the ones that look at me
And Biba dances.
 
[Chorus: Both & Pritam]
WhenBiba dances,
When stopped, she does not stop,
When Biba dances,
When Biba dances
 

Nice and Slowly

I don't know why, but for a second day
I just can't think of anything else
Me by your side, you by mine
A miracle happened between us
 
Your lips gently upon me
You and I will turn the night into the hottest memory
 
Chorus:
Let's start all over again
There's nothing better than your body
There's no point in rushing, let it be slowly
Nice and slowly
 
In the morning you wake me up
With an avalanche of sweet words
Strong feelings
Awake a tender desire between us
 
Your lips gently upon me
You and I will turn the night into the hottest memory
 
Chorus: (×2)
Let's start all over again
There's nothing better than your body
There's no point in rushing, let it be slowly
Nice and slowly
 
Let's start all over again
There's nothing better than your body
 
Nice and slowly
Let's start all over again
 
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My First Love

My first love, imperceptibly came
And sought a place in the sea of memories...
My first love, beautiful and delicate,
Like a spring breeze, the soul bloomed...
 
I seek you to this day and beg and cry
But the years rush and pass by...
Only the insipid memory of the touched lips,
Of hands and eyes, comes to me...
 
[Chorus:] (x2)
My first love
My crazy, true, first love
My first and only love!
 
And when at the last moment,
My love, I reminisce about you,
With a smile I shall greet eternity, eternity
And I will walk up and we shall be together!
 
I seek you to this day and beg and cry
But the years rush and pass by...
Only the insipid memory of the touched lips,
Of hands and eyes, comes to me...
 
[Chorus:] (x2)
My first love
My crazy, true, first love
My first and only love!
 
Love...
 

Spring premonition (I've been mellow)

Let's put an end to run
Chasing a cynical joke
A drama where we both are with the chins in the hands
Let the wine shake us
 
A spring premonition feels that way
If you stop the time
It doesn't mean that the spring call us
However I realize
I've been mellow
 
Through the glass, feeling your gazing
My heart is choppy
If now I'm obedient, to your chest
I seem to jump
 
A spring premonition feels that way
Probably always changes
It doesn't mean that the spring call us
However I realize
I've been mellow
 
A spring premonition feels that way
If you stop the time
It doesn't mean that the spring call us
However I realize
I've been mellow
 

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I Want to Know

What do you think if you stay
tonight
We hope the stars are going
You and me
Let the sun show
The steps to my skin
 
I want to know
eeh
what you are going to do
eeh
Act at once...
If you don't want to lose me
 
I want to see
eeh
What can happen next...
What you are going to do
yhe yhe yhe
Mmmh...
Dance with me
 
I want more
I want more from your lips
Dancing I read your mind and I know what you can give
And that's where you can get
If you make me do more
The rhythm makes me move and pa, where are you going behind
 
I want to know
eeh...
What you are going to do
eeh
Act at once
If you don't want to lose me
 
I want to see
eeh...
What can happen next...
What you gonna do
yhe yhe yhe mmmh...
Dance with me
 
I want to know
eeh ...
What you gonna do
eeh ...
Act once
If you do not want to lose me
 
I want to see
eeh...
What may happen next
What you are going to do
Yhe yhe yhe mmmh...
Dance with me
 

Rubber Boat

You can go from island to island
You can go from lake to lake
You can make the dreams come true
But how only do you know?
If you only have faith and hope
Are you on top of life soon?
But if the jump disappears
There is no more
Do you just fall deeper
 
Life is like a rubber boat
You can get a hole and you get wet
Life is like a rubber boat
You can get a hole and you get wet ah ha
 
Na Na Na Na
Ah ha ha
Na Na Na Na
 
You know life can be short
You can not waste it
It can very well swing in both directions
So it's important to keep cards
Just paddle on
Just see how far you can reach
You decide you can actually jump in
But have you thought about how it might be
 
Life is like a rubber boat
You can get a hole and you get wet
Life is like a rubber boat
You can get a hole and you get wet ah ha
 
Na Na Na Na
Ah ha ha
Na Na Na Na
 

All The Best Friends

Everybody needs a friend
A very best friend
A friend you can play with
Does not matter who she is
 
She may come from America
Or from Mexico
She can have brown eyes
But they can also be blue
The important is not who she is
Without what she is
 
Everybody needs a friend
A very best friend
A friend you can play with
Does not matter who she is
 
Everybody needs a friend
A very best friend
A friend you can play with
Does not matter who she is
 
One should be able to tell
Hemlisar for a friend
Without telling her
Them for a single one
To a friend you can go
And always trust
 
Everybody needs a friend
A very best friend
A friend you can play with
Does not matter who she is
 
Everybody needs a friend
A very best friend
A friend you can play with
Does not matter who she is
 
Do you have a sad day?
Or do you just want to talk
A friend is always good to have
And makes you happy
 
Everybody needs a friend
A very best friend
A friend you can play with
Does not matter who she is
 
Everybody needs a friend
A very best friend
A friend you can play with
Does not matter who she is
 

Love

Staring street that stay away
Decided what I want
Take me on one
Affair that make broken heart
 
Around you I fell calm
your sad eyes full of question
Would the mistery of life has gone
And happy ending
 
Love please stretch my heart
Don't want something hitching you
My intuition said
Don't want to happen again
Loosing heart of love
As body without soul
 
I hold your advice
Loving him who loving me
Heart that sailed
Now has step a side
Are not our lives
Finally should be happy
 
Love...
Let it be
That happen let it happened
How is life
It's just a story
Story about leaving with be abandoned
Love...
 

New between us

Versions: #2
Something new has come between us
Something that we can’t explain
Do you think it’s just a gust of wind
Do you think we can make it last
Maybe it is something we used to have
Something we slowly walked away from
Without us knowing what happened
Without us knowing what it was
 
Something new has come between us
Or it has just come back
Came through the window one night
Settled into the wall and the roof
Came here with everyhing we had forgotten
Found our secret look
Without us knowing what happened
Without us realizing what we got
 
Something new has come between us
Do you think we can make it stay here
Life is a song we do not know
And now it just passed by here
That what you have in your eyes now
That what turns water into wine
Without us knowing what happened
And that it was us who let it in
 

Egyedül

(Verse)
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Semmi ismerős érzés
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Próbálom megkeresni az utat vissza hozzád
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Semmi ismerős érzés
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Próbálom megkeresni az utat vissza hozzád
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Próbálom megkeresni az utat vissza hozzád
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Semmi ismerős érzés
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Próbálom megkeresni az utat vissza hozzád
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Semmi ismerős érzés
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Próbálom megkeresni az utat vissza hozzád
Olyan egyedül vagyok
Próbálom megkeresni az utat vissza hozzád
 

Üldözni a színeket

Álomodozunk, és álmodozunk
Lehúztuk az ablakokat, lehúztuk az ablakokat
 
(Pre-Drop)
Üldözöm az összes színt a fejemben, elevennek akarom érezni magam
Luxusban élek, luxusban
Luxusban élek
 
(Drop)
Luxusban élek
 
(Verse 2)
Álomodozunk, és álmodozunk
Minden csillag körülöttünk, minden csillag körülöttünk
 
(Pre-Drop)
Üldözöm az összes színt a fejemben, elevennek akarom érezni magam
Luxusban élek, luxusban
Luxusban élek
 
(Drop)
Luxusban élek
 
(Outro)
Ezt a tüz égett a szívemben és rendben vagyok
Ezt éreztem a fejemben, hogy mindent jól csinálunk
Lebontjuk a falakat, luxusban élek
Üldözni az összes színt
 

In all gardens . . .

In all gardens I will flower,
In all I will drink the full Moon,
When at last at my end I will possess
All the beaches where the sea makes its waves.
 
One day I will be the sea and the sand,
To everything that exists I will unite myself
And my blood drags through every vein
That embrace that one day will open.
 
Then I will receive my desire
All the fire that inhabits the forest
Known in me as a kiss.
 
Then I will be the rhythm of the landscapes,
The secret abundance of this party
That I saw promised in the images.
 

My Lucky Day

It won't be my lucky day
It just didn't smile at me
I was waiting for a chance
to take back what was lost...
 
But today isn't my lucky day...
whatever I come near goes farther away....
I pulled out the wrong map, Monday dawned again
Today isn't my lucky day...
 
I didn't get warm in the sun
on my road the snow didn't melt
whatever I begin stays in the middle
the swallows didn't return to my garden
and the light I'm chasing, drowned in the dirty air
maybe one day I'll see it
but today isn't my lucky day
 
I locked myself away like a ghost in my house
I was caught in my own net
I scare my reflection and laugh with myself...
 
I sat and waited at the stop
when will this off day finally pass?
Today isn't my lucky day...
 
I didn't get warm in the sun
on my road the snow didn't melt
whatever I begin stays in the middle
the swallows didn't return to my garden
and the light I'm chasing, drowned in the dirty air
maybe one day I'll see it
but today isn't my lucky day...
 

The twin

1st panel: Even before knowing the meaning of the word hate, I unconditionally hated Franz, my twin brother.
The scene shows two breastfed babies fighting over the mother breast.
 
2nd panel: When finally I became familiar with reading, the dictionary gave me an adequate denomination for my feelings.
The scene shows the narrator with his index finger pointing at the word Hate, in the middle of a page. At certain distance is seen the shape of Franz, identical to the narrator. Both are scholars.
 
3rd panel: Following studies of grammar, gave me the possibility of articulating the expression of my feelings in complete syntactic units.
The scene shows the narrator saying to his brother 'I hate you'.
 
4th panel: The happiness of my first love experiences, couldn't achieve to eclipse the innate loathing living in me.
The scene shows the narrator embracing his grilfriend in the bench of a plaza. She asks him 'What are you thinking, darling, that you're so quiet?' He answers 'I think a little about the love I have for you, but more than anything, I think of the hate I have for Franz'
 
5th panel: The day Franz married, I had the first chance of exposing my dark affections to the public.
The scene shows Franz's wedding. The priest asks 'Does somebody have something to object to this matrimonial union?'. The narrator replies 'Yes, me. I consider the groom as absolutely rejectable.'
 
6th panel: When I got married, the priest had the papers a bit mixed, and when he adressed to me, he did it calling me Franz. The incident was later very lamented by the irreverent clerygman.
The scene shows the narrator with his bride, slapping the priest and telling him 'What similarity with Franz did you see? Retard'
 
7th panel: I had to reject many chances of employment for not wanting to fill the inscription forms on those parts in which they required a list of close relatives.
The scene shows the narrator provocating the forced ingesion of a crumpled form by mouth to the office worker who attends him.
 
8th panel: My piano professor had to regret of proposing me the performance of Liszt and Schubert pieces, and soothe my anger with a Chopin and Schumann apologia.
The scene shows the narrator strangling the piano professor exclaiming 'What do you want me to play, you dumb horse?' On the floor is seen a score headed with the name of Franz Schubert.
 
9th panel: I found necessary to run away quickly from a bookstore on a certain time in which, while looking distractedly over the content of an offer table, I outrageously vomited over a volume of Kafka.
The scene shows the narrator running upstreet, while the bookstore owner from the door of his business, yells at him 'Come and clean this, you existencialist swine'
 
10th panel: My unmeasurable hatred multiplied by 10, when I discovered that while I was occupying my free time in seducing Farnz's wife, my despicable wife was leaving to make love precisely with him.
The scene shows the narrator laying in bed with his lover in a motel room. While from the adjacent room is heard a voice saying 'Oh Franz'
 
11th panel: A foul-smelling feeling started to darken every moment of my life, since, after having divorced both Franz and me, and having lost both our jobs for poor references crossed and processed from ourselves to our respective bosses in inverse correspondance, we have been forced to occupy again the same bedroom at our parents house.
The scene shows both twins in their respective beds, with pronouncedly warlike faces.
 
12th panel: The night I decided to annihilate Franz once and for all, I discovered that I didn't invent the powder.
The scene shows the twins in their beds, revealing each one from their respective sheets, their respective guns.
 
13th panel: Today however, I'm being treated by a psychologist who tries to convince me that my very name is Franz, and that I never had a twin brother.
The scene shows Franz.
 

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