A keresés eredménye

Közös a cél, el nem térünk

A bűnősség, az közös, mindenkit feketít
Kinyújtom a kezem, de más meg csak könyököl
Hol egy szempár? Mind elmered
Ha lent van a fej, a fenék meg fent
Vörös volt a hajnal, az alkony rózsaszín1
 
Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
 
Itt a karok ereje az renyhe a föld meg nagy
Az embert zúzzák és sorokba húzzák
Van egy szótár otthon, egy másik meg az utcán
Kétfejű sas2 helyett brojler csirke3
Csókot is csak ésszel, alakzatban
 
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Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
 
Hihetsz benne, hogy nincs miben hinni
Dolgozhatsz a semmin, el lehet érni
Könyörög a szegény, imádkozik
Nincstelen életét óvni szándékozik
 
Itt trombitálhatsz, fújhatod magad
De bármit játszol a takarodó4szól
A hallgatóság között pedig ott lesz az is
Aki eljön érted és bilincsbe tesz
 
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Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
 
Itt kutatnak a nők de csak a vénséget lelik meg
Itt a munka mércéje, hogy hányadszor szakadsz meg
Itt nem ül szélhámos, bőrrel borított szobában
Itt az első pont olyan mint az utolsó
És könnyen meglehet, hogy pont olyan fáradt
 
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Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
 
Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
Szoros a lánc, egyre lépünk
Közös a cél, el nem térünk
 
Szoros a....
 

• 1. Az 1-es számú angol fordítás ide vonatkozó lábjegyzezete szerint az eredeti dalszövegben 'barna alkony' szerepel, ami arra utal, hogy a vörös kommunista rendszert egy fasiszta rendszer fogja követni.
• 2. A kétfejű sas hosszú ideig szerepelt Oroszország címerében, 1917-ben vették ki belőle.
• 3. 1990-ben kezdett az USA fagyasztott csirkét exportálni az oroszoknak, akik a csirkecombokat nem hivatalosan Bush-lábaknak nevezték.
• 4.

Air

Versions: #1
When they got to the house
With a gun in each hand
He came out through the window with a rose in his hand
And he began walking on air...
And even though they were covered in blood
His hands shone like two wings
And gunpowder turned right into sand
As soon, as it saw these things
 
Air will hold only the ones
The ones who believe in themselves
Wind will blow only the way
The way it is ordered to blow by...
 
They stood there and waited, waited for when
HE will fall down from the cloud
But the red rose he held in his his hand
Resembled a cross so proud
And something turned on, all by itself
In a pocket of the colonel's pants
And someone's voice, said oh so very sound
And everyone around ~ heard:
 
Air will only hold the ones
The ones who believe in themselves
Wind will blow only the way
It is ordered to blow by the ones who smoke green plants
 
Colonel was thinking a thought
While observing dust on his belt
'If thieves walk right on the sky,
Why are we here on Earth?'
 
Children look at us from up above
And dogs bark at us pass on the street
But if no one phrased a question for me,
How do I hear the answer that sings
 
Air will only hold the ones
The ones who believe in themselves
Wind will only blow where
It is ordered to blow by the ones who belive
 
Air will only hold the ones
The ones who believe in themselves
Wind will only blow where
It is ordered to blow by the ones who sing!
 

A Look From Screen

Versions: #1
She read the world as a novel,
But it turned out to be a novella.
The neighbors from her house
Are guys with pimply conscience.
 
A walk in the park without a dog
May cost you too much.
Mother memorizes by heart the morgue phone number
When she's not at home for too long.
 
Father, coming home, does not find the door
And spits into the prepared dinner.
She is older than mother,
He must become her husband.
 
The first experience of fighting against sweaty hands
Always comes too early.
Love is just a face on the wall,
Love is a look from the screen.
 
CHORUS:
Alain Delon speaks French,
Alain Delon speaks French.
Alain Delon, Alain Delon does not drink cologne.
Alain Delon, Alain Delon drinks double bourbon.
Alain Delon speaks French.
 
Guys can try their best in the apartments of their female friends,
She is there sometimes, too,
But this does not give her a damn thing,
Except for everyday morning dramas.
 
But at home there's a completely different movie:
She looks into his eyes,
And fantasies enter the bosom of love
Stronger than all those who would meet her.
 
(Chorus:)
 

I Dreamt (of Christ)

Versions: #1
I dreamt that Jesus rose from dead,
And he's alive like me.
He walks and bears an eerie weight,
His hands are taped yet bleed.
 
He walks through desolate back yards
Of empty city wards,
It seems he craves to say the Word
But cannot find right words.
 
[Chorus:] x2
I was dreaming Jesus rose from dead,
I was dreaming he's alive.
 
I dreamt that sometime he called me,
When he looked for retreat,
And inadvertently let slip,
That he'll be murdered here.
 
I dreamt that he was doing meth1
With punks in stairwell haze,
And they were beating him to death
With knuckles and steel chains.
 
[Chorus] x2
 
His last laugh sounded in the throes
And then turned into groan.
I dreamt that I was one of those
With whom he'd gotten stoned.
 
Then I woke up and had a smoke,
Looked through the window pane:
The whole deserted world evoked
An orphanage in pain.
 
[Chorus] x4
 

• 1. lit. - drinking wine

A Tender Vampire

Versions: #2
The window is open,
And cold is the wind.
Shadows grew longer
Across the desk’s lid.
I’m a mysterious guest
In a silvery gown,
And you know for sure
Why I visit you now.
 
To give you power,
To give you strength.
I will kiss you wildly,
I will kiss on the neck!
 
Like a tender vampire…
Like a tender vampire…
Like an innocent child,
Like a tender vampire…
 
Rise!
 
The girlfriends of yours
Are high on glue.
With every day,
They are becoming dull-witted and blue.
And in this land,
Sticky like dirt,
You can get chubby,
You can get lost…
But I can ignite
The flames in your eyes.
I’ll give you power,
I’ll give you force…
I’ll push you to be
Distinct from the rest!
Like a lamb to the slaughter,
I came as your guest.
 
To give you power,
To give you strength.
I will kiss you wildly,
I will kiss on the neck!
 
Like a tender vampire…
Like a tender vampire…
Like an innocent child,
Like a tender vampire…
 

Chained by One Chain

Versions:
Frankpledge is greasy like soot
I take someone’s hand but feel an elbow
I look for the eyes but feel a look
Where above the heads there is a butt
The red sunrise is followed by the pink sunset
 
Chained by one chain
Bound by one goal
Chained by one chain
Bound by one...
 
Here, the joints are frail, and the spaces are huge
Here, the trains were crumpled to make columns
Some words are for kitchens, others are for streets
Here, the eagles were dropped, to give space to broiler chickens
And even when kissing, I keep my eyes on...
 
[.......]
Chained by one chain
Bound by one goal
Chained by one chain
Bound by one goal
 
One can believe in the absence of faith
One can do when there is nothing to do
Beggars are praying, praying that
Their poverty is guaranteed
 
Here you can play trumpet for yourself
But however you play, you always play taps
And if there are those who come to you
There will be those who come for you
 
As you..
chained by one chain
Bound by one goal
Chained by one chain
Bound by one...
 
Here, women are seeking, but they only find age
Here, fatigue is considered as the measure of work
There are no villains in leather cabinets here
Here, the first ones look like the last ones
And no less than the last ones they are probably tired
 
To be...
Chained by one chain
Bound by one goal
Chained by one chain
Bound by one goal
 
Chained by one chain
Bound by one goal
Chained by one chain
Bound by one goal
 
Chained...
 

Last letter

When all songs are silent,
Those which I don't know,
In the harsh air will shout
My last paper ship.
 
Goodbye America, oooo,
Where I have never been.
Goodbye forever.
Take the banjo
Play to me a goodbye.
 
They fit too tight
Your ripped jeans.
They long taught us
To love your forbidden fruits.
 
Goodbye America, oooo,
Where I will never be.
Goodbye forever.
I will hear a song that
I will remember forever.
 

Gibraltar-Labrador

I sang that sonorous song,
And I took wing over the fence,
The bird in a white lace,
And in chinchilla fur.
 
Gibraltar, Labrador,
The thief is slinking by the window.
 
If a ripe raspberry,
Got black without a reason,
And a bark crumbled,
That means the game is over.
 
Gibraltar, Labrador,
The thief is hanging down from a pipe.
 
In yellow cloud of Sansara,
Old helicopter is suffering,
He is singing to me with closed mouth
Virtuoso polyglot.
 
Labrador, Gibraltar,
The fire is starting.
 
Diverse mongols
Are drinking carbide resins,
Turks are bouncing on coffins,
Just to the city Amsterdam.
 
Labrador, Gibraltar,
The hangar is closing.
 

Tutankhamun

Versions: #3
If you drink wine with prowlers -
Better watch your gold stash all the time.
If you drink wine with prowlers -
Better watch your gold stash all the time.
And if you walk on a dirty old road,
Then you won't keep your feet free of grime.
 
If you pull out your hair -
You won't insert it back in.
If you pull out your hair -
You won't insert it back in.
You know your head's responsible always
For where your butt sits its soft skin.
 
There is only one truth, -
That's what the pharaoh had said,
He was smart as a sleuth,
That is why he was called the incarnate of Amun-Ra.
 
I used to know one woman,
[But] she would always use windows as doors,
Ten thousand doors were in this house, look!
But she used window panes as a door.
She would always fall to her death,
But she didn't seem to care at all.
 
If you would have known this old woman,
Then you wouldn't drink with prowlers.
If you would have known this old woman,
Then you wouldn't drink with prowlers.
You wouldn't step at all in the dirt
And wouldn't scatter your hair from the towers.
 
There is only one truth, -
That's what the pharaoh had said,
He was smart as a sleuth,
That is why he was called the incarnate of Amun-Ra.
 
There is only one truth, -
That's what the pharaoh had said,
He was smart as a sleuth,
That is why he was called the incarnate of Amun-Ra.
Tutankhamun, Tutankhamun,
Tutankhamun, Tutankhamun...
 
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Golden Stigma

Versions: #2
Let's love each other today,
We'll be shot dead tomorrow.
Do not try to determine why,
Do not try to grasp what it's for.
We will slip on the night dew in May,
And on slippery shadows in motion,
That cast a distressing sign
On golden stigma of yore.
 
Stand in the tall doorway arch,
Like a copper sculpture at ease,
Like ancient brass crucifix, please
Stand in the tall doorway arch...
 
I used to be king in the past,
And you were queen of my kingdom,
But shadow fell on a string,
And string has failed at the core.
And we've got nothing at last
From holy place and its wisdom,
But for the last love of king
And golden stigma of yore.
 
Stand in the tall doorway arch,
Like a copper sculpture at ease,
Like ancient brass crucifix, please
Stand in the tall doorway arch...
 
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The Wings

Versions: #5
Taking off your evening dress
And facing the wall you stand.
I observe the recent scars
On your smooth as velvet back.
 
I am ready to cry with anguish
Either to fall into sleep
Watching your back without your wings.
I liked them to see.
 
Where’s the wings, my dear,
Which I liked to see on your back?
Where’s the wings, my dear,
Which I liked to see on your back?
 
In the past we spent time very easy.
But now the task is not light
To tell that strong persons eat the weak
To prove that soot is white.
 
We all lost something important
On that reckless and stupid war.
In fact where’s your lovely wings
Which I always liked to watch?
 
Where’s the wings, my dear,
Which I liked to see on your back?
Where’s the wings, my dear,
Which I liked to see on your back?
 
I don’t ask if you have heap of money
I don’t ask you about your men.
I see that you’re scared of opened windows
And of the upper level
 
And if tomorrow some fire flare up
And the building will be in flame
We shall die because you lost the wings
I would like to see them again.
 

Goodbye, America!

Versions: #3
When all the songs quiet down,
The songs I've never heard of,
[Then] my last paper steamboat
Will screech in pungent air in dismay.
 
Goodbye, America, oh,
Where I have never been.
We're parting for good,
Pick banjo uke
And play farewell for me!
 
La-la-la-lai-la-la-la-lai-la, La-la-la-lai-la-la-la-lai-la,
La-la-la-lai-la-la-la-lai-la, La-la-la-lai-la-la-la-lai-la...
 
Your tattered jeans grew too small,
[And] too tight for my liking.
We've been taught for a long time
To love your sweet and ripe forbidden fruits.
 
Goodbye, America, oh,
The place where I will never be.
Will I ever hear
Your song that I'll remember evermore?
 
Goodbye, America, oh,
The place where I will never be.
Take heed of my sad song,
Resembling mournful knell of churchyard bells.
 
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I Wish I Were With You

Versions: #4
I have tried to escape from my love,
I would take a sharp razor
And straighten myself.
I would hide in a basement to slice up
Thin leather straps of my skin,
Constricting my weakening chest.
 
I wish I were with you,
I wish I were with you,
How I wish I could be with you,
I wish I were with you,
And I will be with you,
 
Stuck in the room where ceiling's white,
Never losing my hope,
Stuck in the room with city views,
Keeping faith in love.
 
Yes, I know that your name's changed long ago,
Your eyes lost their hue,
Lost forever, I know.
Drunken doctor told me:
You're dead, you're no more,
The fireman gave me a paper,
Your home burned, it's gone.
 
But I wish I were with you,
I wish I were with you,
How I wish I could be with you,
I wish I were with you,
And I will be with you,
 
Stuck in the room where ceiling's white,
Never losing my hope,
Stuck in the room with city views,
Keeping faith in love.
 
I was breaking glass,
Like a chocolate bar,
Was cutting all my fingers because they could not,
They couldn't touch your skin and your scars.
And I looked at these faces
And could not forgive
Them all, 'cause they didn't have you,
And therefore they could live.
 
But I wish I were with you,
I wish I were with you,
How I wish I could be with you,
I wish I were with you,
And I will be with you,
 
Stuck in the room where ceiling's white,
Never losing my hope,
Stuck in the room with city views,
Keeping faith in love.
 
Stuck in the room where ceiling's white,
Never losing my hope,
Stuck in the room with city views,
Keeping faith in love.
 
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Poor Bird

I don't remember the name of that town
I don't remember which century it was
But I took you in my hands like a poor bird
Who had been hurt by stupid children
 
I whispered fairytales about faraway lands
I wanted to bring you at least a bit of joy
I promised to you that I would be back in a month
Although I knew I wasn't coming back
 
How we hurt those
To whom we give the sky
And of our sweet words
We will have to feel ashamed
And inside my chest there is a cage
And instead of a heart
This poor bird thrashes inside
Breaking its wings
 
I tried drinking sweet wines to wash away this bitterness
I tried forgetting everything that had been and starting over
But I knew no peace in my comfortable beds
Because this bird was screaming in my dreams
 
In a strange place where shadows will meet again
After the long road, after the tiresome life
I will ask the kind God for one thing:
For the poor bird
To forgive me
 
How we hurt those
To whom we give the sky
And of our sweet words
We will have to feel ashamed
And inside my chest there is a cage
And instead of a heart
This poor bird thrashes inside
Breaking its wings
 

Casanova

Versions: #2
If there is no love in your power cords,
If the voice is ice cold in your telephone channel,
I can understand and I can forgive,
I make calls into void, I've forgotten the number.
 
The day that's gone ain't the day that is now,
You can't gain eternity, sitting on pillows.
You will hang on the chair the forgotten ghost of
My bygone presences and my wet greetings.
 
'Casanova, Casanova,' -
Please call me like that.
I like how it sounds.
In this city of women,
Looking for old age,
I need his very blood,
I need his compassion.
 
Casanova, Casanova,
Why do we make complex,
What is simpler than simple?
You are my woman and
I am your man now.
And if you need a reason,
Then this is the reason.
 
If your voice can be heard, since you ain't yet asleep,
You're glowing like bronze piece, like summer undressed, as
You lure to your light all winged creatures of night,
But you don't want to warm up no one with this limelight.
 
Imitating the lead of the neighbors' peep holes,
You are shamefully spying on your own naked body.
But you don't see the fetters from lead on your loins,
Even though you can even see [the] black in white color.
 
'Casanova, Casanova,' -
Please call me like that.
I like how it sounds.
In this city of women,
Looking for old age,
I need his very blood,
I need his compassion.
 
Casanova, Casanova,
Why do we make complex,
What is simpler than simple?
You are my woman and
I am your man now.
And if you need a reason,
Then this is the reason.
 
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Lonely Bird

Versions: #2
Lonely bird, you are flying up so high in the sky,
In the anthracite heaven of dark moonless nights,
You are striking all dogs and estrays with dismay
By the beauty and span of your winged shoulders' sights.
 
You don't have any chicks, neither you have a nest,
You are beckoned by star, sight unseen by the rest,
There's a grief in your eyes, that's unearthly and blue,
You're a strong bird but I'm feeling pity for you.
 
Lonely bird, lonely bluebird, you are flying up on high,
And just a madman could have fallen in such love spell,
And he followed you to heaven,
And he followed you to heaven,
Just to crash down with you
From heaven,
With you together,
With you together,
With you together,
With you together...
 
Somber angel of sorrow, let's stop, take a rest,
Let's relax on the boughs and keep quiet in peace.
What's out there in the sky that is worth it, attest,
To crash down on the hard rocks for you or for me.
 
Lonely bird, lonely bluebird, you are flying up on high,
And just a madman could have fallen in such love spell,
And he followed you to heaven,
And he followed you to heaven,
Just to crash down with you
From heaven,
 
With you together... (x8)
 
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