A keresés eredménye

Mondo Cane

I lost a red dog, marathon runner
no dog is red if it doesn't wear a bowler hat
 
Maybe it was a green dog with anonymous master
What can I do with a green dog if it's name ain't Senin?
 
But it was a blue dog working in a hotel
let the blue dog, for it ran with Charles Martel
 
There's neither a brown dog, nor a violet dog
Neither big father-in-law dog, nor Capulet dog
 
Only the black dog dressed in uniform
sits giving me a wink from a coffee cup.
 
But it was a blue dog working in a hotel
let the blue dog, for it ran with Charles Martel
 
Only the black dog dressed in uniform
sits giving me a wink from a coffee cup.
 
Only the black dog dressed in uniform
sits giving me a wink from a coffee cup.
 

Dear Miruna

Dear Miruna, I tell you among the whispers:
I like your nightgown,
But most of all, I want to let you know
To leave it to me as a souvenir,
To leave it to me as a souvenir,
 
Extremely beautiful you slept a gentle night
You were smiling in your sleep, and I was lurking
Careful not to wake you and disturb your dreams,
But I also want to take your swimsuit,
To admire you with and without the swimsuit.
 
In the Botanical Garden,
On a Sunday
She is strolling.
 
We took pictures of ourselves
With an old device
Automatic.
 
A famous and good college colleague
Said you had your jeans ripped in the back,
You were on your way home when it was raining outside
With the eighty-nine trolleybus,
Blonde and sad as we liked you.
 
With a straw hat with purple ribbon,
You were leaving the building on Snagov Street,
You were slightly on your way to Calea Moșilor to take
Pepita blouse from Bucur Obor,
Pepita blouse from Bucur Obor.
 
Coming from practice,
Yellow purse
She had bought
 
She went into the shops,
A skirt she has bought
Mega floral.
 
Dear Miruna, what's the point of buying all these things?
You spend too much money.
In fact, you know very well what I have been
Saying that evening, among the whispers:
 
'I like your nightgown,
But most of all, I want to let you know
To leave it to me as a souvenir,
To leave it to me as a souvenir,
 
Now you look at me from a serrated photo
Then you had a temper, but also hot lips,
And I could hear you shouting among the whispers:
'Where's my nightgown?'
Where's my nightgown? '
 
I have your nightgown!
I have your nightgown ...
I'm crying on your nightgown,
I'm crying on your nightgown,
I'm crying on your nightgown ...