A keresés eredménye oldal 68

Praise Thee, The Lord, Praise God In His Sanctuary

Praise thee, The Lord
 
Praise God in his sanctuary
Praise him in the firmament of his power
Praise him for his great deeds
Praise him according to his magnificent greatness
 
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet
Praise him with the psaltery and harp
Praise him with the timbrel and chorus
Praise him with strings and other instruments
Praise him with resounding cymbals
Praise him with jubilant cymbals
 
Let every breath praise The Lord
Praise thee, The Lord
 

Drizzle

Today, the mist is also spreading toward the city
The gray sky seems to cry
Headlights twinkle
Through the dull color asphalt sea
 
Although there isn't a squall here
It's drizzling outside
Although there isn't a squall here
It's drizzling outside
 
A big secret is told
Awakened by a vigorous cup of coffee
Looks like it'll be over soon
My mind slows down my pace
 
Although there isn't a squall here
It's drizzling outside
Although there isn't a squall here
It's drizzling outside
 
Although there isn't a squall here
It's drizzling outside
Although there isn't a squall here
It's drizzling outside
Although there isn't a squall here
It's drizzling outside
Although there isn't a squall here
It's drizzling outside
 
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Emlékszem

Fordítsd vissza az időt
Adj még 1 esélyt
Adj nekem
 
Ha tudnád most,
Milyen rossz nekem nélküled.
Ha akkor tudtam volna,
Hogy nem tudlak elfelejteni.
Minden egyszerűen rendben lenne
Ne legyünk ostobák és forró fejüek
Ne legyünk büszkék és hülyék
Minden más lett volna
Le kellett volna hülni és nem dühösnek lenni
Ki ihlette nekünk ezeket az elveket?
El kellett volna küldeni a pokolba
Minden formaságot
Regisztrációt és esküvőt
A veszekedő szülök
Nem ültetetnék be ezeket az életbélyegeket
Semmi féltékenység, nem keresnénk alibit
Mint egy közhelyes melodrámában a szerelemről
 
Még mindig emlékszem, bár semmi sem fog visszatérni
Még mindig beszélek a jövőben a multról
Még mindig emlékszem, bár semmi sem fog visszatérni
(És te sem fogsz visszatérni)
Még mindig beszélek a jövőben a multról
 
Ha - és hány ilyen 'ha'
Mi akadályozta meg, hogy együtt legyünk?
Ez nem természeti katasztrófa
Csak mi vagyunk ezért felelősek
Nem fogunk, csak akkor lennénk
Minden kis pillanatban boldogak
És nem kellene hozzá
Ez a kibaszott 'lenne' minden sorba
 
Még mindig emlékszem, bár semmi sem fog visszatérni
Még mindig beszélek a jövőben a multról
 
Még mindig emlékszem, bár semmi sem fog visszatérni
Még mindig beszélek a jövőben a multról
Még mindig emlékszem, bár semmi sem fog visszatérni
Még mindig beszélek a jövőben a multról
 
Fordítsd vissza az időt
Adj még 1 esélyt
Adj nekem
 

Our language mustn't die

Our language mustn't die.
My grandpa always tells me
that in his day
the language they spoke
was always Greek.
 
And I say now:
why those who govern
want the language of
people to be lost?
You can see them only during elections
and they all pretend to be friends and buddies,
but once the week is over
they no longer recognize anyone.
 
Help us, you good Christians
who are here gathered,
to entrust to the next generation
our language and our ancestors' legacy.
 

The new feeleing

It is a new feeling,
The thing that keeps me in a higher ground:
Passion in my throat,
Eros becomes words.
 
Your strange inhibitions
Are not part of sex:
The legendary desires of Libyan prostitutes,
The pre-hellenistic sense of possession.
Your voice - like the chorus
of Ulysses's sirenes - chains me.
 
And it's awesome to lose myself in this spell.
It's awesome to lose myself in this spell.
 
All the muscles in my body
Are ready to the mating:
They - in the geishas' Japan -
Indulge in love.
 
Your strange inhibitions
triggering the pleasure:
The tantric Shivaism
Of Dionysian style,
The pornographic fight
Of both greeks and Latins,
Your skin - like an oasis
in the desert - enraptures me.
 
And it's awesome to lose myself in this spell.
It's awesome to lose myself in this spell.
 
The legendary desires of Libyan prostitutes,
The pre-hellenistic sense of possession.
Your voice - like the chorus
of Ulysses's sirenes - chains me.
 
And it's awesome to lose myself in this spell.
It's awesome to lose myself in this spell.
 

Come on

Come on let's go to the reef
Get into the dinghy when the morning tide is low
Let us row to the edge of the reef
Come on let's go to the reef.
x3
 

Love

Love, Love1, I am searching for its depth
Love, Love, I am searching for its depth
 
A hundred water particles in a wave, and I am just one of them,
are there seven colors in this hurting pleasurable feeling?
 
Love, Love, I am searching for its depth
 

• 1. Specifically, romantic love.

Nudist Beach

I know of a place where the people are as they were born
There exists a place where people, sex aside, are equal
 
Come to the nudist beach!
 
Let the sun and the sight of the hot girls burn you
Let the sun burn you as the girls take their panties off
 

You Are Music

You are Liszt1, Chopin2, Debussy3, Couperin4
You are Mozart5, Gesualdo6 and Boulez7
You are Gluck8 und Bach9, Johann Strauss10, Offenbach11
You are Schubert12, Gershwin13 and Chavez14
 
You are Mahler15, Schumann16, Monteverdi17
Frank Martin18, Tchaikovsky19, Josquin20
You are Palestrina21 and Puccini22
Stravinsky23 and Rossini24, De Falla25 and Messiaen26
 
You are music, music, music
You are my harmony, my melody
You are my symphony
You are music, you are music
You are music, music, music
 
You are a ballet27, a concerto28, a minuet29
A capriccio30, a polka31, a duet32
You are a chanson33, an intermezzo34, a passion35
A refrain36, a variation37
 
A bagatelle38, a ballad39
A tarantella40, a suite41
A humoresque42, a waltz43, a serenade44
A romance45 and cantata46, a sonata47 and my song
 
You are music, music, music
You are my harmony, my melody
You are my symphony
You are music, you are music
You are music, music, music
 
You are music, music, music
You are my harmony, my melody
You are my symphony
You are music, you are music
You are music
 

• 1. Franz Liszt (1811–1886), Hungarian composer of the Romantic era
• 2. Frédéric Chopin (1810–1849), Polish composer of the Romantic era
• 3. Claude Debussy (1862–1918), impressionist French composer (
• 4. Louis Couperin (1626–1661), French composer of the Baroque era
• 5.
• 6. Carlo Gesualdo (1566–1613), Italian composer of the Renaissance era
• 7. Pierre Boulez (1925–2016), French avant-garde composer
• 8. Christoph Willibald Gluck (1714–1787), Bohemian composer of the early classical period
• 9. Johann Sebastian Bach (1685–1750), German composer of the Baroque era
• 10. Johann Strauss (1804–1849), Austrian composer of the Romantic era or his son Johann Strauss (1825–1899), composer of dance music
• 11. Jacques Offenbach (1819–1880), French-German composer of the Romantic era
• 12. Franz Schubert (1797–1828), Austrian composer of the late Classical and early Romantic eras
• 13. George Gershwin (1898–1937), American composer of the Modern era
• 14. Carlos Chávez (1899–1978), Mexican composer
• 15. Gustav Mahler (1860–1911), German composer of the late Romantic era
• 16. Robert Schumann (1810–1856), German composer of the Romantic era or Clara Schumann (1879–1896), German composer and pianist of the Romantic era
• 17. Claudio Monteverdi (1567–1643), Italian composer of the Renaissance and Baroque era
• 18. Frank Martin (1890–1974), Swiss composer
• 19. Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840–1893), Russian composer of the Romantic era
• 20. Josquin des Prez (1450–1521), French composer of the Renaissance era
• 21. Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina (1525–1594), Italian composer of the Renaissance era
• 22. Giacomo Puccini (1858–1924), Italian composer of operas
• 23. Igor Stravinsky (1882–1971), Russian composer of the Modern era
• 24. Gioachino Rossini (1792–1868), Italian composer of operas
• 25. Manuel de Falla (1876–1946), Spanish composer of the Modern era
• 26. Olivier Messiaen (1908–1992), French composer
• 27. a piece of music written to accompany ballet dancing
• 28. a piece of music written for a major solo instrument (often a piano or a violin) accompanied by a full orchestra
• 29. a piece of music in 3/4 time written to accompany the dance of the same name
• 30. a lively piece of music which doesn't follow a known pattern of composition
• 31. Czech folk music genre
• 32. piece of music for two performers
• 33. French song with a simple melody and sophisticated lyrics
• 34. a short piece of instrumental music
• 35. musical version of the Passion of Jesus Christ
• 36. chorus
• 37. rework of a certain piece of music
• 38. short piano piece
• 39. narrative poem accompanied by music
• 40. type of Italian folk music
• 41. ordered set of instrumental or orchestral pieces of music
• 42. humorous piece of music
• 43. any type of song composed in 3/4 time
• 44. a piece of music dedicated to a certain person
• 45. purely instrumental counterpart of a ballad
• 46. vocal composition
• 47. instrumental composition

I've Kissed Only You in Spring

I've kissed only you in spring
Because you yourself are like the spring
In the spring you look
just like a bouquet of flowers
That is why I would like to bring you
back home with me
 
I kissed only you in spring
Because you yourself are like the spring
[Though] I otherwise in [other seasons of] the year
kiss so many pairs of lips,
I've kissed only you in spring..
 
Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
Vel

Maybe yes, or maybe not

Who is the one to know
what would happen?
From today till tomorrow,
many things can change.
I'd want you to have pacience
to find what it will be
I can't tell from today
if I'll love you.
 
Life is not a book
from which you can learn
what it will happen next
just by turning the page.
Who is the one to know
what would happen?
From today till tomorrow,
many things can change.
 
Maybe yes,
or maybe not.
Maybe I or maybe you
would make mistakes,
would forget, maybe not.
maybe yes.
Maybe yes,
or maybe not.
Maybe I or maybe you
would make mistakes,
would forget, maybe not.
maybe yes.
 
Life is not a book
from which you can learn
what it will happen next
just by turning the page.
Who is the one to know
what would happen?
From today till tomorrow,
many things can change.
 
Maybe yes,
or maybe not.
Maybe I or maybe you
would make mistakes,
would forget, maybe not.
maybe yes.
Maybe yes,
or maybe not.
Maybe I or maybe you
would make mistakes,
would forget, maybe not.
maybe yes.
 
Maybe yes,
or maybe not.
Maybe I or maybe you
would make mistakes,
would forget, maybe not.
maybe yes.
Maybe yes,
or maybe not.
Maybe I or maybe you
would make mistakes,
would forget, maybe not.
maybe yes.
Maybe not, or maybe yes!
 

Én kedvellek téged

Én kedvelem a repülőgépeket, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem az utazásokat, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a reggelt, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a szelet, én kedvellek téged..
Én kedvelem az álmokat, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a tengert, én kedvellek téged.
 
Mit fogok tenni? Nem tudom.
Mit fogok tenni? Már nem tudom.
Mit fogok tenni? El vagyok veszve.
Mennyi időnk van még hátra szívem?
 
Én kedvelem a motort, én kedvellek téged..
Én kedvelem a futást, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem az esőt, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a visszatérést, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a marihuánát, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a kolumbiai lányokat, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a hegyeket, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem az éjszakát...
 
Mit fogok tenni? Nem tudom.
Mit fogok tenni? Már nem tudom.
Mit fogok tenni? El vagyok veszve.
Mennyi időnk van még hátra szívem?
 
Én kedvelem a vacsorát, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a szomszédokat, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a konyhádat, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a beszélgetéseket, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a gitárt, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a reggaet, én kedvellek téged..
 
Mit fogok tenni? Nem tudom.
Mit fogok tenni? Már nem tudom.
Mit fogok tenni? El vagyok veszve.
Mennyi időnk van még hátra szívem?
 
Én kedvelem a fahéjt, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a tüzet, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a kacagást, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a Coruña-t, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a Malasaña-t, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem a gesztenyét, én kedvellek téged.
Én kedvelem Guatemalát, én kedvellek téged.
 
Mit fogok tenni? Nem tudom.
Mit fogok tenni? Már nem tudom.
Mit fogok tenni? El vagyok veszve.
Mennyi időnk van még hátra szívem?
 

Number One

They were calling her Number One,
they were calling her Number One.
 
You play your role like an actress
'cause you already know the scenario well.
You're the queen, I'm your subject.
It's the time to begin the concert in which today
your jasmine dress is glittering.
A thousand stars and you among them.
 
Chorus:
They were calling her Number One, they lost their senses for her.
She had a lemon smile, she was so sexy, perfect.
They were calling her Number One, they lost their senses for her.
She had a lemon smile, she was wrapping them around her finger.
 
Like an actress straight from Hollywood.
There's no need for any miracle diet.
The concert doesn't end here at all.
Feel the power that is in you.
Your jasmine dress is glittering.
A thousand stars and you among them.
 
Chorus:
They were calling her Number One, they lost their senses for her.
She had a lemon smile, she was so sexy, perfect.
They were calling her Number One, they lost their senses for her.
She had a lemon smile, she was wrapping them around her finger.
 

Shuttle to Venus

Take now when I give you everything
Hot actions happens between us
I ride the top of the mountain
And inspect your stamina
There's no end in sight for our heat
 
I feel have you have heated up
In your power I'll do everything
Soon you will do it too when both of us want this
A shuttle dives into Venus now
 
Let it come I want to have everything
Strike sensitive vibrations inside me
We can balance wildly
On these rails of love
Do me a fantastic work of love
 
I feel have you have heaten up
In your power I'll do everything
Soon you will do it too when both of us want this
A shuttle dives into Venus now
 

Image

. . The man who talked to himself in munich’s central station
. . what language did he speak? What language speak those lost like that, on
. . platforms of train stations, at night, when no
. . kiosk sells newspapers or coffee? The munich
man asked me for nothing, he didn’t even look
as if he needed anything,
. . meaning, he looked
. . like someone who had arrived at the last stage
. . the stage of someone who does not even need himself. Although,
. . he spoke to me: in a tongue not resembling a language
capable of expressing emotion
. . or feeling, limited to a sequence of sounds whose logic
. . the night contradicted. Was he asking me if by any chance I understood
. . his language? Or did he want to tell me his name and where he was from
. . – at such an hour when no train was
. . about to arrive or leave? If he had told me this,
. . I would have told him that I too was waiting for no one,
. . nor was I saying goodbye to someone, in that corner of a german station, though I could remind him that some meetings depend only
. . on chance, not requiring a previous arrangement
. . to occur. That is when horoscopes acquire meaning,
. . and life itself, beyond them, lends meaning to the solitude that pushes
. . someone toward an empty station, at an hour when newspapers
. . are not bought or coffee drunk, restoring a touch of soul to the absent
. . body – enough to establish a dialogue, although
both are each other’s shadow. Since, at certain hours of the night,
. . no one can be certain of one’s own reality, not even when another,
. . like myself, witnessed all the loneliness in the world
. . dragged through senseless meandering sentences in a dead station.
 

Everyone has his story

I painted it spring
I met some dear people
I'm happy with me
 
I have miles of routes
I have survived dangers
Survivor I'm here
 
I made stops to think about it
Confused among others to observe
Witness of the time
 
But there is never a story that is the same as another
Everyone has his story
Because every man has his own instinct
An exclusive song
 
There are those who speak and every time they lie
Someone looks and sees nothing
Strange person people
 
The mirrors said they were bales
My eyes have seen them cheat
Burned by the wind
 
From mud and rose fields
I learn from all things
Witness of the time
 
But there is never a story that is the same as another
Everyone has his story
Because every man has his own instinct
An exclusive song
 
I was wrong, I prayed and I cried
Then I got there I understood and I won
Miraculous of love
 
And I became like that
And I became for you
Witness of the time
 
But there is never a story that is the same as another
Everyone has his story
Because every man has his own instinct
An exclusive song
 

Waiting is Useless

What do you want to understand
Of this love
Of my giving me too much
Of my losing hope
For a change
I always find I only love myself
 
But as long as you stay, I don't care
Which do you want to be the price of being a loser?
It's pretty obvious that you're only a lover
But it's only me who loves
 
For you, you don't know
For you
The things I'd do
The things that
You would never do
For me
I know
Waiting is useless
 
But I know
That if I went away
From you
I know
After a moment
I'd be back
Waiting is useless
 
Your hesitation no longer affects me
I'm ready to do everything to be close to you
By now, it's always me who pays the bill
 
And if there's anyone who thinks they should say it's enough
Let it be without a head
That hurts itself
It doesn't matter
The only exigence
Is being with you
 
Because the things I'd do
For you
That you would never do
Waiting is useless
 
But you know
That if I went away
From you
I know
After a moment
I'd be back
Waiting is useless
 
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By the waters of Babylon

By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
Upon the willows, in the midst thereof, we hanged our harps.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
For there, required of us a song, they that had taken us captive.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
And they that had carried us away required of us a hymn, saying: “Sing us one of the songs of Zion”.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.
 

To/Til The End

I asked 'What I was?' again on my own hook
My feelings, my reasons, my all dreams
All my livings before you, what was (the thing) which I was deceived?
Anymore, my bitter/mordacious loneliness left behind so deeply
 
Can be (live) without water, can be (live) without food, can never be without love
I became deaf, I became blind, I am surrender to you
 
To/til the end, to/til the end
To/til the end, to/til the end
 
I asked 'What I was?' again on my own hook
My feelings, my reasons, my all dreams
All my livings before you, what was (the thing) which I was deceived?
Anymore, my bitter/mordacious loneliness left behind so deeply
 
Can be (live) without water, can be (live) without food, can never be without love
I became deaf, I became blind, I am surrender to you
 
To/til the end, to/til the end
To/til the end, to/til the end
 

Renunciation

Today there's nothing between us any more
We're two souls that should get distanced
My heart lives crying and my voice
We've suffered so much that it's better to renounce
 
My renunciation
Fills my soul and my heart with boredom
Your renunciation
Gives me a grief that can't be healed
To love is to live
It's a sweet pleasure, intoxicating and vulgar
In love, it's hard to know how to renounce
 
My renunciation
Fills my soul and my heart with boredom
Your renunciation
Gives me a grief that can't be healed
To love is to live
It's a sweet pleasure, intoxicating and vulgar
In love, it's hard to know how to renounce
 
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Like In A Dream

Keep it safely inside you
Because everything is written somewhere in the sky
Each breath, each word.
Keep that child inside you
Because if it once leaves you
It leaves you forever.
 
Find the beauty in everything
Forget about the bad news
And let yourself be carried by the
River of love
 
Love me with your hands and with silence and with words
Be my quiet harbor, something holly to my heart.
Love me sincerely, a bit shy and naive
Both when I fly and when I hit bottom -
Love me
Like in a dream
 
Keep that smile on your face
From two heavens you can choose from -
Choose the brighter one
Love, keep the love inside you
That's a gift, something to love for
Something to die for.
 
My soul is full of you, every thing else is unimportant
Walk over my heart, it's fitted for you
 
Love me with your hands and with silence and with words
Be my quiet harbor, something holly to my heart.
Love me sincerely, a bit shy and naive
Both when I fly and when I hit bottom -
Love me
Like in a dream
 

Night Life

Curtain up, the clear image remains,
The scene is set, the colours dance dance
The memories in which we lived all summer long
We could have made a choice but we kept them all
Beach and palm trees, holiday clichés
Sundown, the night's coming up
And now we can say at last the time's beating closer
Until the early morning, we only have to dance
 
Night life, from music to dreams
Long live winter, shout for the heat
And a moment of madness, a chorus starts rising
New sounds, so that we can sing them louder
Loud, loud, loud, loud
Loud, loud, loud, loud
 
The Night Express with its siren-filled carriages
So much magic that the party begins
Hold up to the rhythm, no more words to say
Walk, you know how to move, now you only need to sing
 
Night life, from music to dreams
Long live winter, shout for the heat
And a moment of madness, a chorus starts rising
New sounds, so that we can sing them louder
Loud, loud, loud, loud
Loud, loud, loud, loud
 
You can hear your heart beating along with the tempo
Live your dance music and even if it's too much
If you keep your troubles down beneath your dreams,
Lead and guide each step, that's the night life
You're falling for it! Hey! This is paradise
So that in feelings you can relive the ...
If you prefer funk or nights of madness
 
Night life, from music to dreams
Long live winter, shout for the heat
And a moment of madness, a chorus starts rising
New sounds, so that we can sing them louder
Night Life, from music to dreams
Long live winter, shout for the heat
And a moment of madness, a chorus starts rising
New sounds, so that we can sing them louder
 
~3oudicca

I'm really not alone

I have a coffee with your absence
and I light a cigarette for the nostalgia
I give your empty space a kiss on the neck
I play a game of chess with your story
And I caress the back of your memory seducing the pair of blue shoes that you forgot
 
And I chat about politics with your toothbrush
with vision so analytical like when you regret something
I'm really not alone, who told you that you left
If I still find you cooking some memory in the kitchen
or in the shade that the curtain draws
 
im really not alone, who told you that you left
since one isn't where the body is, but rather where your most missed
and here your missed so much
 
your still here, without you, with me
who's with you if your not even there?
I talk with your stockings
and I prepare a croissant for your memory
while I scratch the knee of this life, without life
 
I sing a song to nothing
and I laugh at the melancholy
while I zip up your dress just because
feeling so many things
 
I'm really not alone
Alone are you that's with me
and you didn't leave with you
i'm really not alone, who told you that you left if I still find you cooking some memory in the kitchen or in the picture the curtains shade drew
 
i'm really not alone who told you that you left?
since one is not where the body is but rather where your most missed
and here your missed so much
 
i'm really not alone, who told you that you left
if you carried with your body but not with your memory
and your memory is here with me
 
your still here, without you, with me
who's with you if your not even there?
 

It's summer now, the sun is shining now

It's summer now, the sun is shining now
There is cow dung in the meadow now
And the little girl is sitting on a chair
With lots of cookies in her stomach
Tjolittalittatjolittalej
Come, I shall throw cow dung on you
Tjolittalittatjolittalej
And make you lose your breath
 

Manuréva

Manu,
Where are you, Manu Manuréva?
A ghost ship, you dreamed
of islands and never made it there.
 
Where are you, Manu Manuréva?
Reported missing Manuréva
You drifted for days on end
but never ever made it
over there.
 
Did you run agrond the Jamaican coast?
Oh, heroic Manuréva...
Do you rest on Santiago's or Cuba's reefs?
Where are you, Manuréva?
Among the Alaskan ices, ah-ah?
 
Where are you, Manu Manuréva?
Reported missing Manuréva
A ghost ship, you dreamed
of islands and never made it there.
 
You drifted, oh, Manuréva
away, Manuréva,
over there.
 
Did you glimse the lights of Nouméa?
Oh, heroic Manuréva.
Would you have sunk off Bora-Bora?
Where are you, Manuréva, ah-ah?
Among the Alaskan ices, ah-ah?
 
Where are you, Manu Manuréva?
Reported missing Manuréva
You drifted for days on end
but never ever made it
over there.
 
Over there
Over there
 
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Indian

You are the forgotten sign,
a man who seldom stops,
you belong to the dispersed multitude
given to mortal causes.
 
And your voice turns
your pains into dust.
 
You are the bended midwife
- a nude, ageless woman -
of early pains,
a dance that comes and goes.
 
You are the solemn warrior
riding your own destiny,
the chain of the wizard.
The Indian is me or you?
 

Slugs, clamshells, crabs, crotchs

Versions: #2
I've started my job as a cobbler
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs/legs..
I've started my job as a cobbler
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
I've started my job as a cobbler....
The finest 'job/occupation' !!!
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
 
In the forest near the mill,
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
In the forest near the mill,
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
In the forest near the mill,
I've meet with a gal
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
 
Hers 'smooth slipper',
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
Hers 'smooth slipper',
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
Hers smooth slipper/ zipper
Just a little it came off
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
 
I grabbed the 'needle', and put the thread
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
I grabbed the 'needle', and put the thread
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
I took the 'needle', and put the 'thread' on it
For fixing her 'surface'
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
 
And i set the thread into two
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
And i set the thread into two
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
And I've put the thread in double
So that I would sew her a new tongue'
 
And i've pushed the 'thread' with my mouth
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
And i've pushed the 'thread' with my mouth
So that I would sew her a new tongue'
And i've pushed the 'thread' helping myself of my mouth
To fix hers 'crack'
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
 
And ever since then at my hometown
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
And ever since then at my hometown
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
And ever since that time,...at my hometown
She's coming for them 'repairs'
'Snails, clamshells, crabs, crotchs..
 

Our Bride Says

Our bride says,
'What is the head called?'
'It is not called a head,
But spacious fields.'
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What is the hair called?'
'It is not called hair,
But silk for weaving.'
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What is the forehead called?'
'It is not called a forehead,
But a shining sword.'
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What are the eyebrows called?'
'They are not called eyebrows,
But ribbons from the loom.'
Oh, my ribbons from the loom!
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What are the eyes called?'
'They are not called eyes,
But vast scenic overlooks.'
Oh, my vast scenic overlooks!
Oh, my ribbons from the loom!
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What is the nose called?'
'It is not called a nose,
But a date with fingerprints.'
Oh, my date with fingerprints!
Oh, my vast scenic overlooks!
Oh, my ribbons from the loom!
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What is the face called?'
'It is not called a face,
But a rose from the rose bush.'
Oh, my rose from the rose bush!
Oh, my date with fingerprints!
Oh, my vast scenic overlooks!
Oh, my ribbons from the loom!
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 

Blessed Lord

Sacrament
Nightly
Godless
 
Sacrament
Nightly
Godless
 
Let us pray
Holy God, ...
Lord
Martyrdom
 
Let us pray
Convert apostolically
Yield
Spirit
 
Owed
And Catholic
Owe(ing)
(the) Beast God
 
The Lord
And Layman
Here we are
 
In the name of
The holy Lord - Halleluja
The spirit of Christ - Halleluja
And the Holy Spirit
Call me in the night
 
The holy Lord - Halleluja
The Soul of Christ - Halleluja
And the Holy Spirit
Call me in the night
 
Let us pray
Holy God, ...
Lord
Martyrdom
 
Let us pray
Convert apostolically
Yield
Spirit
 
Owed
And Catholic
Owe(ing)
(the) Beast God
 
The Lord
And Layman
Here we are
 
In the name of
The holy Lord - Halleluja
The spirit of Christ - Halleluja
And the Holy Spirit
Call me in the night
 
The holy Lord - Halleluja
The Soul of Christ - Halleluja
And the Holy Spirit
Call me in the night
 
The holy Lord - Halleluja
The Soul of Christ - Halleluja
And the Holy Spirit
Call me in the night
 
The holy Lord - Halleluja
The Soul of Christ - Halleluja
And the Holy Spirit
Call me in the night
 

Notarially attested

Get drunk, call me
Tired from everyone, super sad and drunk
Tell me that you miss me
I won't come back, but it's enough for me to know it
 
Do you snap with fingers or I should snap at you?
I'm sure that you are going crazy for me
Should I attest you something notarial,
the pain for example, because that’s what I saw from you
 
Do you want me to tell you something about me?
So later it doesn't look like you didn't get something
I hear that you are talking- I hate that
Are you proud that you've slept with many women?
 
Do you want me to buy you new toys?
Because you are childishly making me look stupid
I don't smash, I just wank
I'm very good at that, can you do the same?
 
Get drunk, call me
Tired from everyone, super sad and drunk
Tell me that you miss me
I won't come back, but it's enough for me to know it
 
Do you snap with fingers or I should snap at you?
I'm sure that you are going crazy for me
Should I attest you something notarial,
the pain for example, because that’s what I saw from you
 
Tell me, are playing it like a belt?
If something tightens you, you change the hole
You don't want to get to know any woman
If it gets hard, let the next one enter
 
Do you want me to buy you new toys?
Because you are childishly making me look stupid
I don't smash, I just wank
I'm very good at that, can you do the same?
 
Get drunk, call me
Tired from everyone, super sad and drunk
Tell me that you miss me
I won't come back, but it's enough for me to know it
 
Do you snap with fingers or I should snap at you?
I'm sure that you are going crazy for me
Should I attest you something notarial,
the pain for example, because that’s what I saw from you
 

God is the Lord and hymns of Saint Martyrs Brâncoveanu

God is the Lord and has revealed Himself unto us, blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord,
God is the Lord and has revealed Himself unto us, blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord,
God is the Lord and has revealed Himself unto us, blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord,
The Lord is God and has revealed himself to us. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
 
[Troparion of the saints, tone 4]
To the martyrs of Christ, the greatly worthy, to our intercessors to Lord, to the kin of Brâncoveanu we shall fall to our knees and cry out: O greatly praised, to Christ the King always praying, remember us, all the serpent's warp to destroy it, the one directed against the Church.
 
Glory to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit
 
[Troparion of the church, Saint St. Gregory Palamas, the Archbishop of Thessalonica, tone 8]
O Star of Orthodoxy, support of the Church and its teacher, O comeliness of ascetics, and incontestable champion of those who speak in theology, Gregory the wonder-worker, the pride of Thessalonika and preacher of grace, implore thou constantly for the salvation of our souls.
 
Now and forever and to the ages of ages, amen!
 
O Theotokos, we shall never be silent, of your mighty acts, all we the unworthy, had you not stood to intercede for us, who would have delivered us, from the numerous perils? Who would have preserved us all until now with our freedom? O Lady, we shall not depart from you, for you always save your servants, from all tribulation.
 

The day will come-I'll disappear...

Versions: #2
The day will come-I'll disappear,
But in this room empty, silent
Still will remain: table, chair
And image, simple and ancient.
 
And just the same will fly in
Colourful butterfly in silk,
To flutter, rustle and to thrill
Against an old blue ceiling.
 
And just the same blue, deep sky
Through open window will pry
And sea with it's calm blue
Into the vast expanse will beckon you