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2018.08.19.

In Other Words

Take me with you to know the moon
Being beside you soothes my suffering
Your warmth, your love for me has a distinct sweetness
Come, come my darling for spring will arrive
Don't leave me alone for beside you I want to be
Seeing the flowers bloom, bloom - with you
 
Ay, take me with you to know the moon
Being beside you soothes my suffering
Your warmth, your love for me has a distinct sweetness
Come, come my darling for spring will arrive
Don't leave me alone for beside you I want to be
Seeing the flowers bloom, bloom - with you
 
2018.08.19.

You’ll see how nice it will be

Don't worry, my darling,
everything will be alright,
everything will change,
just like in a puppet theater,
you will pass your exam
in comparative grammar,
just don’t cry, my darling,
everything will be okay.
 
I will start my own workshop
“Repair of sundials”,
a warm rain will wash away the misery,
everything in Pewex1will cost half of the price,
we’ll buy a new kettle
and a satellite dish
and a living home pet:
a dog or a piano.
 
You’ll see how nice it will be,
touchable, yet unreal.
Oh, you’ll see how nice it will be,
in the blink of an eye the whole world will change,
the world will change.
 
Beginning from Monday
the government will abolish taxes and uniforms,
a symphonic orchestra
will play on every corner,
the world will become
a one spring tree,
where everyone
will find his place.
 
We will live outside the city,
close to the planetary airport,
and we’ll watch how big,
yet fragile and delicate,
space ships land
surrounded by colorful flashes.
The law of gravity will change
and everything will be okay.
 
[2x:]
You’ll see how nice it will be,
touchable, yet unreal.
Oh, you’ll see how nice it will be,
in the blink of an eye the whole world will change,
the world will change.
 
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2018.08.19.

I think, I love you

Would you believe it if you found out
That maybe you're the special one in this heart of mine
Maybe you'd think
That I'm kidding
I love you, I love you
I think
 
I think I love you
Only you and no one else
But my heart can't say
What it feels
Why don't you notice
Maybe you'll love me
Because as I said,
I think I love you
 
Would you believe it if you found out
That maybe you're the one that makes my heart beat
I always dream about you even if I'm awake
I love you, I love you
I think
 
I think I love you
...
 
It's okay
I'll wait for you
It's okay
When I see that the time is near
That you'll decide to love
You'll remember
You'll remember
I think...
 
I think I love you
...
 
TkRyuu
2018.08.19.

I live on humppa

I once fell off a stool
And I tore my accordion, it's reeds leak
Uaaa, it sighs
Humppaman's bread is dry
It's not covered by lard but mold
I share it with a rat
 
Hold on to your hat
Because soon the reeds will bellow
Accordion and the stool, meaning chair, meet
Humppa plays out
 
Oo I sleep under my accordion
Oo I live on humppa
Foot giving beat
Oo I live on humppa
 
I feel very uncomfortable
I wonder if I'm hungry or is it my prostate
Uuaa, when it hurts
I spend my days cutting coupons
I use them the fix my accordion or to go to the bingo
For coffee
 
Hold on to your hat
Because soon the reeds will bellow
Accordion and the stool, meaning chair, meet
Humppa plays out
 
Oo I sleep under my accordion
Oo I live on humppa
Foot giving beat
Oo I live on humppa
 
Oo I sleep under my accordion
Oo I live on humppa
Foot giving beat
Oo I live on humppa
 
2018.08.18.

How sorry I feel

How sorry I feel for Hannibal’s wounded elephants,
for victims of cold and the Phoenician soldiery,
who died young among alpine violets…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for the centurion wounded in Cana,
for the drops of blood on the chicory twig…
I don’t say anything, I just rub off my fogged glasses
and continue reading the history textbook.
 
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow...
 
How sorry I feel for the sinful people of Gomorrah, drunk with wine,
punished by fires from heavens so badly
for the activity that was - in fact - just entertainment…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for Balthazar with a heart as heavy as a stone,
when I picture him looking at the inscriptions on the wall
the moment he already knows that apart from Asian flu and hangover
there is also a holocaust, which you won’t be able to survive.
 
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow...
 
How sorry I feel for the scattered Cleopatra’s cosmetics,
aloe, mandrake and honeysuckle,
among which Antonius was dying…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for Ovid deported to Romania,
where he spent his tormenting nights of insomnia.
I don’t say anything, I just rub off my fogged glasses
and continue reading the dark history book.
 
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow...
 
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2018.08.18.

No free places

I drive through the night in my Zaporozhets1
it’s orange, but not new anymore.
The world bumps and dances on the other side of my windscreen2
How wonderful it is to drive a “Clockwork Orange”.
It’s time to park the car, to get home,
I’ve reached the parking and I open my eyes…
 
Oh, shit, no free places,
every single place is occupied.
Oh, shit, no free places,
I have to go away.
 
I’m down in the dumps,
it’s time to flush my mouth.
I’ll step into the bar round the corner,
I’ll eat a frikadelle, I’ll meat a girl,
I’ll dream at the bar with a glass in my hand.
I go inside and… it’s the end of the dream…
 
Oh, shit, no free places,
every single place is occupied.
Oh, shit, no free places,
I have to go away.
 
I know what I should do, I should get into power,
for sure I’ll hack it,
I will have a chair, a desk and everything.
I run quickly to the municipal office,
the doorkeeper spreads his hands, no way,
and he shows me the offices...
 
Oh, shit, no free places,
every single place is occupied.
Oh, shit, no free places,
I have to go away.
 
When the Day of Final Judgment comes
and I’ll be judged for my sinful life
being sentenced for a penitentiary inferno
in the eternal prison,
I hope Mephisto with his sparrowhawk nose
will tell me, checking his notes:
 
I’m sorry, no free places,
every single place is occupied.
I’m sorry, no free places,
Go away to heaven!
 
  • 1.
  • 2. Or: “windshield” - for Americans.
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2018.08.18.

Dithyramb on the death of Salvador Dalí

In that annoying winter time,
when some people were still sleeping deeply,
he was on his way to heaven, the painter Salvador,
he was on his way to heaven, Salvador Dalí.
 
Wrapped in the bright cloud of metal sparks,
in a scandalous hat he wore aslant.
He was carried modestly, not in a chariot,
but on an ordinary, burning giraffe.
 
Everyone immediately ran out to see him,
feeling offended and extremely angry.
Everyone, with his nose headed to the sky,
was cursing him while gazing thorough the binocs.
 
This burning giraffe and this madman,
it’s a scandal, where is the fire brigade?
Let them quench the fire, don’t let this animal suffer!
Look, man, he’s just passing by the moon!
 
He will soon disappear, like a ghost, in constellations.
Hey, man, it simply looks like a typical provocation.
To go to heaven is a very serious matter,
he could have worn at least the shoes and a tie.
 
And he was speeding, scattering confetti
and jumping over the firmaments.
And hearing the fierce invectives
he felt as if he was already in heaven.
 
The procession followed him,
three crying silver safety-pins
and a carboy in deep sorrow,
all faithful and blessed.
 
And the giraffe and a rubber tram,
and the fire brigade blowing on trumpets.
After all, things like that don’t happen everyday,
it’s a great dream that goes up to heaven.
 
A great dream, that disappeared in constellations.
Oh, that was a wonderful provocation,
but as the carnival was still going on
I ran fast to buy a tie.
 
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2018.08.10.

Nyáron nem számít

Csak a barátnőivel táncol,
De mosolyog, amikor elmegyek mellette
Megkérdezem hogy “Mit kérsz inni?”
Amíg én az ő szavait iszom
És iszom még egy Cuba Libret
Elveszítem a kapcsolatot
Olyan vagyok mint egy meteorit
A becsapódáshoz közel
Ő azt gondolja, hogy egy egész Barbie-kollekcióm van
És hogy csak “ki akarom csomagolni”
 
Ha csak nyárra keresel,
Az úgy nem működik
Ha nem szedem össze magam, nem válaszolok, akkor ne hívj,
Ha azt mondom hogy megyek, aztán mégse megyek
Ne húzd fel magad
A bor hibája,
A tenger hibája
Nyáron nem számít
 
2018.07.31.

Scenery of All Parts of Korea (Satoori Rap)

Versions: #2
[Rap Monster] Yo Once Again Big Hit Represent
 
We are Bangtan Boys Let Go
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla (T/N: all of the listed except Seoul are Provinces in South Korea. Seoul is the capital of Gangwon)
 
[SUGA] Ey ey What ya say? x2
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[J-Hope] Tell them we done come We hella $wag
 
[SUGA] Hello misters Well you can probably tell my hometown is Daegu So today we gonna have a good time, regardless of men or women, with some satoori (T/N: regional dialect) rap
 
[J-Hope] You all over there, how have y’all been? Oh my- say what? Why are these kids volunteering to rap?
 
Misters and Mrs.’s, don’t just sit there cramped up, come out and enjoy! Just grab ‘em all up and leggo
 
[SUGA] Yo kid The descendents of Shilla’s (T/N: Silla Dynasty 57 BC – 935 AD) hwarang (T/N: Korean equivalent of Japanese geishas in terms of what they do, probably considered lower in social class than geishas, though) keep growing and using their satooris
 
Gyeongsang-do kids are savory and affectionate, who relate to our sentiments
 
[J-Hope] Well geez hyung-nim we have those, too. What’d they say we ate? Bibimbap is the principal meal, ain’t it now?
 
Even if you keep hatin’ it only amounts to the blood in a bird’s foot (T/N: common Korean saying, meaning close to nothing, minimal) So see ya later I plan to work this out with you cleanly (T/N: basically challenging SUGA to settle their argument with a rap battle)
 
[SUGA] Yo, kid Yo, kid you know that saying? Who says Gyeongsang-do is notoriously ill-reputed? Who said?
 
Do you know? When it comes to affections Gyeongsang-do’s is like the sea Come see for yourself
 
Nah Nah nevermind, kid I’mma Daegu boy so I’m not saying it twice
 
It true it true Gyeonsang-do’s a killer is it not? Take it back, we’re no strangers here
 
[J-Hope] What you say now? (T/N: watch out for sassiest phrase you’ll hear form J-Hope in 3..2..) Oh hEEyaAlllLl naw! What to do? My mouth is twisted shut from your ridiculous Jeolla-do hate
 
All you gotta do is try our Heuksando (T/N: island off the coast of Jeolla) skate (T/N: type of fish) the balance in every corner of your body will blow out
 
Over there whatever that mm will you be okay? I got a kid that’s running 8th-9th month (T/N: in the WOMB OK J-HOPE IS WEIRD)?
 
It’s as big as Mt. Mudeung (T/N: big mountain reppin’ Jeolla), a watermelon at 20kg It’s a champion Seeing from the outside it’s obviously a Bangtan that will make girls cry
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[SUGA] Ey ey What ya say? x2
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[J-Hope] Tell them we’re here We hella $wag
 
[J-Hope] Ah yes hyung-nim you know bout the 8/21 Hitit Final in Hongdae?
 
[SUGA] Wass dat
 
[J-Hope] Man, you really can’t be helped
 
[SUGA] Man, what is it?
 
[J-Hope] Go look it up, yes
 
[Rap Monster] Hey you tacky country boys I’m Seoul State of Mind I was born in Seoul so I learned the Seoul language well
 
Well yes, these days they do say satoori’s a gift but okay I’m accept it, the accents sure do have style (Uh)
 
But here I’m a standard man and just as honest My start and my finish are well-established
 
My lingo was arranged as the Korean standard model Only Ours Goes With English Yall Never Understand It
 
Okay I’ll be truthfully honest If you’re a man, Gyeongsang-do satoori makes you want to use it
 
Jeolla-do vernacular is always so warm and familiar Once I hold it in my mouth Uwo Man, I get all happy
 
Why Keep Fighting Either way they’re all in Korean Look up, and we look up at the same sky
 
It’s a little cheesy and all but, everyone’s cool We can all communicate from Munsan to Marado
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[SUGA] Ey ey What ya say? x2
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[J-Hope] Tell them we’re here We hella $wag
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[SUGA] Ey ey What ya say? x2
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[J-Hope] Tell them we’re here We hella $wag
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
2018.07.30.

Could you guess today, damnation ...

Could you guess today, damnation,
What comes tomorrow into our skulls?!
I for instance collect lighters,
Now and Sevka began to torture tortoises.
 
My friend Kolka is interested in Irina,
My friend Yurka is enthused about riding,
My friend Vitka spends days under the motor-car,
My friend Lovka goes in summer with a beard.
 
If I begin loafing, become listless -
I give away my lighters in no time,
Or I may simply throw them away
Or light them all at the same time.
 
2018.07.28.

White Doves, Paloma

Uhuhu ...
 
Slowly the purple sun goes down,
Full of memories1 is then the sunset.
 
Fly, white dove, Paloma!
Longings bring you over the sea,
To my girl, Paloma.
Tell her, so heavy is my heart!
 
Uhuhu ...
 
So much tenderness I've found in your eyes,
Many happy dreams with you I've dreamt.
 
Fly, white dove, Paloma!
Longings bring you over the sea,
To my girl, Paloma.
Tell her, so heavy is my heart!
 
In your eyes there were farewell tears,
When you told me: 'Tonight stay with me!'
No one can take those splendid dreams from us,
Even also when in suffering you've for sure lost your heart.
And from there she flies, the little white dove,
My hope, through the evening wind.
 
Fly, white dove, Paloma!
Longings bring you over the sea,
To my girl, Paloma.
Tell her, so heavy is my heart!
Tell her, so heavy is my heart!
 
  • 1. Lit., 'remembrance'.
2018.07.24.

Burning Love

From these streets no one will find nothing but asphalt,
If i'm leaving this place i'll take everthing with me and douse us in petrol,
 
I did not yearn for consolation, not even if i died.
I never yearned for others, beause i'll only have you.
 
I've tried to search for you. I've tried everything, everything.
These streets won't be constraining me, i finally realised that.
 
If you care for me, you'll never ask what i needed you for.
Remain silent in my arms as i'm lighting the petrol.
 
I did not yearn for consolation, not even if i died.
I never yearned for others, beause i'll only have you.
 
I've tried to search for you. I've tried everything, everything.
These streets won't be constraining me, i finally realised that.
 
I've tried to search for you. I've tried everything, everything.
These streets won't be constraining me, i finally realised that.
 
I've tried to search for you. I've tried everything, everything.
These streets won't be constraining me, i finally realised that.
 
2018.07.22.

Autumn Sleeves

The uncertainty tipped me makes the wind feel cool
Rather than open the wardrobe to take the long sleeves
The memories that I forgot came to me
I covered the tears in front of me
 
Did i live pretend to not concern, pretend to be okay?
The hurt memories makes my head downs again
It becomes clear again your unheard laugh voice
When you filled my heart fully
 
After struggling like that, I try to look for you again
I took you out the day when I miss you a lot
I struggling hold it, I closed my heart
Only the good memories left
Forget everything
 
The familiar your warm fragrant
It still lingers at the end of my nose
My wishes slowly go far away
Flowing following you go
 
After struggling like that, I try to look for you again
I took you out the day when I miss you a lot
I struggling hold it, I closed my heart
Only the good memories left
Forget everything
 
(I miss you I miss you) You who I cherished so much
(I miss you I miss you) You who were always beside me
(I miss you I miss you) There were so many good memories
I called you again, it is so hurt
 
2018.07.22.

A song about the Civil War

Barbed wire fences,
skinny like sticks,
prisoners were put to dig.
They were dark times,
it was troubling,
it was kept forgotten for years.
A Red could be identified by the armbands,
fighting with handguns,
no coffin boards,
iron nails,
the mass graves were kept silent.
 
And we came from the west,
I put a spruce coniferous on my hat,
following First Lieutenant Melin,
I seized Hämeenkatu,
I saw men at the Näsijärvi,
they skied a trail across the lake,
now that there's nothing left,
smoke rises out of crushed bricks.
 
Now a peacemonger is needed,
we don't need a stirrer,
to forge plows out of swords,
sometimes it's far too cold out here.
The war that we carry inside us,
for generations boys get it from their fathers,
hired men and masters fight back tears when they miss their mother. (MOM!)
 
'Don't cry over your lost son, mother,
even if your only shelter has been torn from you.
So cast aside your worries,
put away your wishes,
all of it into oblivion,
and wait until we meet in the eternity.'
 
And then came peace,
but for too long they were taken behind saunas,
there were old grudges,
red bands,
this is a land of mass graves.
Came beatings,
groups of bandits with shooting irons,
white terror,
red terror,
a land at stake.
 
I got a shotgun from the community hall,
I got an armband,
it was wet,
I saw Golgotha on Kalevankangas,
it took too long,
I was hungry,
there was oppression,
there was an oppressor,
it rained sleet in the bullet rain,
at Sorinahde we were in a pinch,
and my pulse beat like a piston.
 
What kind of song will be sung,
what will it look like when we open our eyes,
what does it feel like when weapons are fired,
and men go down like hay?
What does it look like when you watch from afar,
what does it feel like when your child is buried,
what do we all hush about,
and keep silent?
 
'Don't cry over your lost son, mother,
even if your only shelter has been torn from you.
So cast aside your worries,
put away your wishes,
all of it into oblivion,
and wait until we meet in the eternity.'
 
Goodbye father, mother too and brothers, my sister,
I won't see you anymore even if I wished it so.
You can't know when the time comes and the night arrives,
life is dream and the work lapses.
 
2018.07.21.

Harcos

[Verse 1]
Összeomlok, a könnyeim a földre hullanak,
azt mondom magam: 'Tedd meg, semmi sem bukkanhat elő'.
Ha egy harcos vagy,
harcos vagy,
harcos vagy, harcolj baby.
 
[Verse 2]
Bizonyos napokon biztos vagyok benne, hogy elveszek a végzetben.
Bizonyos napokon nem találom a hitemet,
de csak küzdök,
csak küzdök,
csak küzdök baby, baby.
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Egy sérült harcos vagyok
és az ellenség körbevesz.
Egy sérült harcos vagyok,
keresek valakit aki magához fogad.
 
[Chorus]
Tele sebbekkel, könyörgöm neked,
hogy fogadj magadhoz, megadom magam.
Tele sebekkel, de amikor veled vagyok,
amikor veled vagyok, azért élek, hogy átküzdjem magam mindezen.
 
[Verse 3]
Elengedem, útnak indulok az ismeretlenbe.
Ha megadom magam, ha leeresztem a karjaimat,
akkor is harcos vagyok?
Harcos vagyok?
Mert már oly régóta küzdök.
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Egy sérült harcos vagyok
és az ellenség körbevesz.
Egy sérült harcos vagyok,
keresek valakit aki magához fogad.
 
[Chorus]
Tele sebbekkel, könyörgöm neked,
hogy fogadj magadhoz, megadom magam.
Tele sebekkel, de amikor veled vagyok,
amikor veled vagyok, azért élek, hogy átküzdjem magam mindezen.
 
[Bridge]
Egy sérült harcos vagyok
és az ellenség körbevesz.
Egy sérült harcos vagyok,
keresek valakit aki magához fogad.
 
Egy sérült harcos vagyok
és az ellenség körbevesz,
körbevesz,
keresek valakit aki magához fogad, oh!
 
[Chorus]
Tele sebbekkel, könyörgöm neked,
hogy fogadj magadhoz, megadom magam.
Tele sebekkel, de amikor veled vagyok,
amikor veled vagyok, azért élek, hogy átküzdjem magam mindezen.
 
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2018.07.19.

Fallen heroes

Don't look for a love like this
You'll find a flaw in every girl
Don't bring into that new story
Any old stuff
 
'Cause we were fallen heroes
And saved the others from us
But all that doesn't exist now
Still has a shape and voice
 
Ch.
For you, there's no end in me
And I still pray
That someone will love you like this
But they won't, we both know
 
Come on with that smile
We're not saying goodbye
Maybe we're only a life away from meeting again
 
Don't wake my dreams of glass
'Cause each one breaks in a second
And happiness hasn't even touched me
Ever since you became hers
 
Ch.
For you, there's no end in me
And I still pray
That someone will love you like this
But they won't, we both know
 
Maybe we're only a life away from meeting again
 
Ch.
For you, there's no end in me
And I still pray
That someone will love you like this
But they won't, we both know
 
Come on with that smile
We're not saying goodbye
Maybe we're only a life away from meeting again
 
2018.07.17.

The Dance of Love (Sevillanas concert)

My songs
 
The song was born from the people for the dance
for the dance, the dance, the dance.
Songs from the Betis riverbank,
la Coria and Puebla, rocieras,1
gypsy the ones of Sanlucar de Barrameda
Songs from the Huelva's marshes,
the marsh and Rocio songs,
and in the Alkarife, Gines with its tradition.
And in the whole Spain, to the sound of the songs
the spanish women dance by corraleras, 2
when my Seville sings
beautiful spring tonadillas.
 
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Seville
 
Seville, Seville, Seville
You made me in the cradle,
there won't be more fortune nor greater madness than
being your son, Seville.
You sang to me songs,
there won't be a mermaid nor brown-skinned woman that
sings better, Seville.
The Goddess, the exquisite queen
the most beautiful gypsy
that mankind saw being born. Seville.
 
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My stand
 
I want the castanets
to sound in my stand.
And my friends to sing and dance,
and forget the sadness, OLE,
and the guitars to sound and the party to not die.
And welcome to whoever bring us
charm and joy, OLE
and keep the party alive with art and harmony.
That's the way it is, my April fair,
and no lack of charm can change it,
Seville is glory, as if by magic.
 
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The bullfight
 
Heaven is playing the bugles,
the national party makes commotion.
Archangels as bailiffs
and on the gang yard,
the bullfighters are queueing up,
their suits are of glory color
with stars.
Six white bulls of peace,
for Granero and Joselito,
Manolete and Bienvenida,
Paquirri and the young Yiyo,
what a bullfight poster!
And next to the barrier
the Virgin of Hope of Macarena
between Lorca and Juan Belmonte,
they're shouting TORERO
to the sound of a pasodoble.
 
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Andalusian carnivals
 
How pretty! How pretty! How pretty!
Somebody told us that some comparsas
with charm and joking around they say
why do foreigners sing to Cadiz
like if we were russians, americans or brazilians.
We're andalusians and long live the south, OLE.
Alhambra, mosque, Santa Cruz neighbourhood,
being Andalusia what else matters.
If we live under the same sky
I love Cadiz and this is it,
don't mess with me fellow
that we are brothers of light and sun.
 
This is Carnival! This is Carnival!
This is Carnival! This is Carnival!
By Malaga's Alameda 3
confettis and streamers,
beautiful goddess of the seas,
and the art of Isla Cristina,
carnivals of the seas.
Puerto de Santa María,
even the very Guadalete
dresses up and San Fernando
with Barbate and Algeciras
sings and dances like a comprarsa.
We have to die in Cadiz
we gotta see the partying
and what a natural charm
has the people of Cadiz
with the chaos of their carnival.
¡GUANAMINO, EEEEEH!
 
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The tonadilla
 
The tonadilla was born in Spaim
between fans and castanets.
And it travelled very elegant through the world
and a comb
was talking about Triana or violets
Seville and la Barqueta.
Mrs Concha4 put a crown on it,
Queen that is Juana, 5
Marifé, the most sevillian lineage
and the Santiago6 from Jerez
And who says it's dead
if there's Veneno to sing it,
Martirio, my God, Martirio
tonadilla, sunglasses
and the affront of La Lirio
 
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Guys
 
He was born in image and likeness of Adam
and the heart of Eve
and he carries it proudly.
And he dreams with a man
who loves him and understands him,
and protects him,
without chains nor bars.
He is like that, he dreams like that,
he thinks like that, he was born like that,
and that's how his heart beats,
loving is not a sin
because even God loved.
 
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I always think of you
 
I think of you,
I think of you, woman.
I think of you,
farmer and rural,
graduated and teacher,
university girl,
I think of you, woman.
I think of you,
you who are single mother,
young worker,
and in you, queen of the home,
I think of you, woman.
And I see you singing to your child
'my little baby sleep
or the boogeyman will get you'
I always think of you.
 
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Life
 
Life.
The alarm clock rings
with smell of coffee,
I take a shower, I shave
the dawn is singing,
I go to work, goodbye home.
Maria stays
combing the children
who have school
like every day.
She dreams a fantasy sunday.
And dreams of her favourite story,
spins and dreams, dreams and spins, life.
 
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Careful
 
Careful. Careful. Careful.
I'm careful with my people,
I'm careful with my parents, careful,
I'm always careful with who loves me well.
I'm careful with my friends,
and with my enemies too, careful,
and with that girl who dies for me.
Life backfires on you
you gotta keep the look
and the heart alerted
Careful, careful with all around you.
 
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The crack era
 
Maria comes running by the sidewalks,
she's chased by two little pickpockets,
yes, pickpockets
Life is going bad
We live on the crack era!
María, I keep your heavenly smile.
Drugs, drugs will kill
half mankind, María.
I keep going with my puchero,
my cocido and my meat paste.
 
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Seville of yesterday
 
Stones, solid stones
nailed over the dirty floor,
skinny dogs playing, blue sky,
the neighbours screaming, almost for nothing
and they live the weekly novel
and paint the courtyards for the night out,
the grandfathers playing with the card deck,
girls, the installment seller came with his basket,
full of white dishes and bed trousseaus.
 
On San Leandro, they ring around the rosie,
all the girls of San Esteban
and in San Bernardo,
the neighbourhood boys play to be bullfighters.
Through the road the streetcars cross,
the street Oriente, who would say it!,
and to Cruzcampo,
the Via Crucis of a saint people come.
Seville of yesterday,
that time stole
Seville went away
to sleep with the legends
of its old neighbourhods
and its simplicity.
 
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Triana
 
The gypsies of la Cava,
potters, the Cachorro,7
Betis street, río-río,
Altozano, Juan Belmonte,
Soleá, Virgin of Hope,
the courtyards, bulería,
my Triana, what a joy
 
(Recited)
And in Seville, Triana,
the one of green color by the shore of its river,
by the green Simpecao8 of the Virgin of the Rocío,
and because if the green, green, is the color of Hope,
Triana of green has even the soul dressed,
green cloak, green mantle, of my pretty Marinera,
Triana is of color green, green as its flag.
 
Triana, Triana, Triana.
Of bell ringers
and of nazarenes and brown-skinned Christs that
give me cold, Triana.
You give me spring,
sky of orange blossoms, courtyard parties that
are your arts, Triana.
Bullfighter, Rocio princess,
my sailing girl,
you'll make me fall in love, Triana.
 
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Fishermen
 
Fishermen and sailors,
my guitar always prays for you.
From dry land,
I see the boats going offshore,
my song on the shore is dressed of sorrow.
Fishermen, sailors,
who gave their lives for a whirlwind,
black storms, so evil and murderous.
How brave one has to be!
to become a lover of that treacherous woman,
who makes you get confidence to backstab you later.
 
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I like it all in you
 
All, all, all, I like it all in you.
Your way of looking, I like it all in you.
Your lips kissing, I like it all in you.
All, all, all, I like it all in you.
Your simple goodness, I like it all in you.
Your sexual body, I like it all in you.
All, all, all, I like it all in you.
And when you make love,
that yell that has no solution
when you finally fly.
All, all, I like it all in you.
 
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Always mine
 
To make you mine, mine, mine, mine
I promised to the skies.
To settle down,
to quit the parties, the night binges,
the women troubles, brothels and clubs.
And I achieved it by devoting myself to you,
thinking of you, looking at you,
caressing you, only you.
And I made you mine, mine, mine, mine, always mine.
You're the bohemia of my joy
 
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Love and pleasure
 
Don't confuse pleasure with love,
because both are on the same car.
Don't be so crazy, that you're wrong,
and after all, you can lose.
Girl, I don't want you to lie nor cheat on me,
I don't want more disdains nor snubness, no.
Because girl, I don't deserve it, you know,
and I have the key of your heart.
Fly if you want adventures.
Change the lock saying goodbye, dear.
 
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Music box
 
Our life is a music box,
of music and poetry.
I've been criticized by my friends
and some people put me to one side
and my family was predicting
that there was no doubt of my insanity,
that I was crazy.
And for being crazy they despised us
the knowledgeables who made fun of our music,
music, music, music, music, music.
But in the shadows of a pentagram,
we sang, we fought together and so
the flowers of the songs they sowed
finally bloomed.
 
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All alone
 
The Virgin of the Rocio told me to come to see her.
To come to see her,
when she's there alone, in her hermitage,
without claps nor parties, drums nor flutes,
White Dove of God, all alone.
To come to see her,
when she's still, in her hermitage,
without anybody waking her up, no rockets sounding,
White Dove of God, Rocío sleep.
Sleep, Rocío sleep. Sleep Dove of peace
in the blessed silence, Rocío, of your loneliness.
 
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The theater
 
The theater finally lifts the curtains
and in the middle of a great silence, the actor shows up.
Today he's King Lear,
tomorrow Hamlet and yesterday Don Juan,
and sometimes a mandman and others a robber.
He has to perform
'Life is a dream' or charming
Juliet or Melibea and love, and love.
Love and love,
his life among flying systems, wings
and the writings of a script,
and becoming again Antonio, Juan or Pedro
when the curtains go down.
 
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Forgive me (from the brotherhood corner)
 
For the corrupt world,
for the damned war,
for my people and my town, Lord,
forgive me.
Christ of the Good Death,
of Blood or of Love,
of Health or Cachorro,
Dying Christ. Forgive me.
Christ in the cross for Seville,
who could remove your three nails of the wook
and who could cure your wounds, Nazarene. Forgive me.
And who could cut the thorns of your forehead,
I believe in you, forgive me,
for my people and my town, my Lord of Great Power.
 
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Radio Votings
 
(Hostess voice)
They were Cantores de Hispalis
in his concert 'The dance of love'.
As always, on your favorite show
'La regañá tostaita'
where you can vote the prettiest sevillanam
the one of your neighbourhood group
the one of your boyfriend or your nephew.
Here we have a new call. Hi.
(Voter voice)
Hello, hey, this is for voting?
(Hostess voice)
Yes sir. It's for voting.
From where are you calling?
 
It doesn't matter from where I call,
but write in a paper.
I vote for the andalusian writers,
poets who write poems,
that become spring stanzas.
I vote for the the musicians who make dances,
with art of my Andalusia,
for the people to dance them with joy.
And I vote for who sings
and gives his soul for a song,
and I vote for the beauty
of our culture, Mr Host.
 
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The Fair
 
Whare are you going?, 'to the fair'
The Giralda dressed of polka dots,
courted by gypsy bandits,
open the doors of the fair,
the April fair.
And Granada gets in with grace,
by the arm of the gypsy Sacromonte
and Huelva of marsh and Rocio,
and Malaga in the rump of a horse,
that Don Jerez de la Frontera rides.
Happy is 'The Silver Cup',9
dancing with bullfighters of Cordoba,
Almería with frills of foam,
Jaen gets in singing with Linares,
Seville with its mother Andalusia.
Let's raise the hands,
that we're on fair and we gotta toast.
Seville is the host of friendship.
 
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Andalusian land
 
The friendship of the southern towns
is a reality thanks to our mother
who takes care of us with love, Andalusia.
You made me in the cradle,
there won't be more fortune nor greater madness than
being your son, Andalusia.
You sang to me songs,
there won't be a mermaid nor brown-skinned woman that
sings better, Andalusia.
The Goddess, the exquisite queen
the most beautiful gypsy
that mankind saw being born. Andalusia.
 
(recited)
Andalusia, the beautiful dancer
who wins hearts in a full affront,
of well planted arms, of seductive hands,
of sensual arched waist, of pretty feet
that fly around the love bonfire,
where the people, gypsy of crystal beads and wide brimmed hats,
pretends her among his frills, he tries to win her heart
among scents of songs and sighs of castanets
and moans of guitars, and it makes it, and kisses her,
and makes her of its own, its own... oh! my girl Andalusia,
the beautiful dancer of love.
 
Dance. Dance of love.
 
  • 1. Sevillanas of The Rocío Virgin
  • 2. Sevillanas of the Corral de comedias
  • 3. An avenue with groves
  • 4. Concha Piquer
  • 5. Juanita Reina
  • 6. María José Santiago
  • 7. The Dying Christ of Cachorro
  • 8. A banner meaning 'Concieved without sin'
  • 9. a nickname for Cadiz
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2018.07.14.

Let the wretched world talk

We hand’t thought it over well, why did we separate, why
Since, how can I say it, you love me, and I love you
Don’t listen to words of the others, you’ve been dealing with bad people
Come back again and don’t be confused a bit
 
Don’t be mad. Come, for i’m waiting
And let the wretched world talk, talk, talk
Your kiss is like honey, kiss me and don’t let it bother you
And let the wretched world talk and say whatever it wants
 
You didn’t come yesterday not even the day before, and my days were terrifying
Because my tears and my bellows didn’t leave me for a second
I can’t bear being separated, and it wouldn’t even be right
Shoot me two sweet glances and forget the bad mouthing
 
Don’t be mad. Come, for i’m waiting
And let the wretched world talk, talk, talk
Your kiss is like honey, kiss me and don’t let it bother you
And let the wretched world talk and say whatever it wants
 
2018.07.04.

You chose to stay

When everything will have already been said...
Will that happen someday?
We will move onward,
all the usual will crumble.
It will happen on the day
when a ray at the speed of light
is slower than thoughts,
thoughts of yours and (your) spirit.
 
He vowed to forget it,
she -- not to forgive.
You chose to stay,
I -- to fly away.
And which of us will be the first,
which will be the last?
It has no bearing at all,
you're mine, I -- yours.
 
The cosmos is so inconsequential,
the hole of a button -- big,
the saddest things are happy,
the sweetest thing is sleep.
It will happen on the day
that a ray at the speed of light
is slower than thoughts,
thoughts of yours and (your) spirit.
 
He vowed to forget it,
she -- not to forgive.
You chose to stay,
I -- to fly away.
And which of us will be the first,
which will be the last?
It has no bearing at all,
you're mine, I -- yours.
 
When everything will have already been said...
It will surely happen.
We will move onward,
all the usual will crumble.
It will happen on the day
when a ray at the speed of light
is slower than thoughts,
thoughts of yours and (your) spirit.
 
He vowed to forget it,
she -- not to forgive.
You chose to stay,
I -- to fly away.
And which of us will be the first,
which will be the last?
It has no bearing at all,
you're mine, I -- yours.
 
And which of us will be the first,
which will be the last?
It has no bearing at all,
you're mine, I -- yours.
 
2018.07.03.

Burn the Tavastia!

On my shanks the piss trickles
The moon is burning on the sky
I guess I want to do great things
And be immortalized as a statue
The vestibule and the ladies bathroom
Bäkkäri with its halls
As I'm lighting them up
I climax in ecstasy
 
Cock stands, hands sweat
My head explodes
There's nothing more wonderful
Sex comes off second-best
 
I empty a gas canister
Now I'm doing it for real
I light a match
Burn the Tavastia!
 
In place of Tavastia, not to Leino or Kekkonen
But to a man who was a fucking clown, a statue will be built
 
Dogs, kids, hobos
Now piss on my base
Finally I've grown
Into my great reputation
 
I empty a gas canister
Now I'm doing it for real
I light a match
Burn the Tavastia!
I'll burn everything while laughing
This is what I'll be remembered for
 
Burn the Tavastia!
 
I empty a gas canister
Now I'm doing it for real
I light a match
Burn the Tavastia!
I'll burn everything while laughing
This is what I'll be remembered for
I shout through the flames
Burn the Tavastia!
 
2018.06.18.

Mother, my old friend

A comb in her hair
a brush stroke on grey
Mother, my old friend
I pulsate your past
to find how i’ve faulted
In your most hidden secret
Which unpaid debt
has trapped my destiny
 
What haven’t you told me
What have you hidden
Who did you love, mother
Who have you missed
How will you redeem yourself
How will I be redeemed
Don’t submit me, mother
to your destiny
 
On which crevice of the moon
Is your passion hidden
With the shame of a girl
that’s forgotten of love
Tell me, that wrinkle
next to your mouth,
which death does it grieve
what distant guilt of yours
does my body pay for
 
What haven’t you told me
What have you hidden
Who did you love, mother
Who have you missed
How will you redeem yourself
How will I be redeemed
Don’t submit me, mother
to your destiny
 
2018.06.17.

Because my daddy likes you

Because my daddy likes you
Will he lend us his car?
Yes, he'll lend us his car!
Because my daddy likes you
 
With a car we are welcome guests
And where we turn up
Only the best is offered to us
 
Please don't stop!
Please don't stop!
I thank Daddy
He had the the idea
Of the red sports car
 
Because my daddy likes you
We have a good laugh together
We drive off with 80 things
Because my daddy likes you
 
I tune in the radio
And listen to the latest hits
 
Please don't stop!
Please don't stop!
I thank Daddy
He had the the idea
Of the red sports car
 
by Void Lord
2018.06.14.

Let's Turn On The Love

When the moon breaks over us
I'll fall asleep on your body
Nights are getting longer
And my only karma is you
 
Cursed and holly
Your eyes glow like neon
Come on, give me all that
Let the people talk
Oh, they don't know
 
Body to body and lips on lips
It'll be hot tonight
Face to face and hand in hand
I'm taking you to the house
 
So then, any room will do
Our wardrobe is all over the floor
Heart to heart, I belong to you now
Let's turn on the love
 
Your name is like a mantra to me
I repeat to myself all the time
I remember the time and the day
I live everything else behind me
 
Cursed and holly
Your eyes glow like neon
Come on, give me all that
Let the people talk
Oh, they don't know
 
Body to body and lips on lips
It'll be hot tonight
Face to face and hand in hand
I'm taking you to the house
 
So then, any room will do
Our wardrobe is all over the floor
Heart to heart, I belong to you now
Let's turn on the love
 
2018.06.06.

I love you

Versions: #2
You asked for all, I gave you all
I never knew how to say no to you
You are all my world
for another I don't want to know
 
You seduced me, you knew well how to do this
I used to kiss you, you stole my heart
I understand everything
now when you are leaving me
 
Chorus:
I love you, I am all burning with love
I will suffer and cry, but I won't beg
My heart and everything I gave to you
and from you (I didn't get) not even sorry, or thank you
 
I kiss you, and I know I am losing you
I still dream that I am waking up happy
with bitter tears, with pain I'm struggling
I'd rather die, but I won't beg
 
You swore, promising love
I hoped, you gave me strength
like never before
I dreamed all the unreal dreams
 
You took everything, you gave me lies
I lost everything and I am not sorry for that
I had at least
one amazing (crazy) dreaming and passion
 
2018.06.03.

Had a crush

I burst into tears on the pillow,
I gave the boy to my friend.
She had a crush on my boyfriend,
I said 'take him' and the oath of the sisters took the winds.
 
Everything we had with a friend was for two:
And lipstick taste and red varnish.
Though a lot of tears flowed
I'm her wing, she's my plane.
But neither mother nor God taught
Happiness divide by three.
 
I burst into tears on the pillow,
I gave the boy to my friend.
She had a crush on my boyfriend,
I said 'take him' and the oath of the sisters took the winds.
 
Everything we had with a friend was for two:
And the old lighthouse and a funny jacket.
The heat flopped through your fingers,
Who is love to someone who is a predator.
But neither mother nor God taught
Happiness divide by three.
 
I burst into tears on the pillow,
I gave the boy to my friend.
She had a crush on my boyfriend,
I said 'take him' and the oath of the sisters took the winds.
 
Do not let anybody deeply into the heart,
Let the blood of milk do not poison.
And let the guys let them love,
But do not accept when they come back.
 
You're crying down on the pillow.
But do not give the guy your friend.
Light up with a guy your friend.
You will tell her 'take him' and the oath of the sisters will scatter the winds.
 
2018.05.25.

Again again

Versions: #2
You tell me you've done a lot
And you want time to think
To find them you say you need to stay
By yourself
 
You change attitude and minds
Don't even want to see me
But remember you will find it
From your own man
 
I also turned the page
With hurt I love you
Heart, paper and stone
 
Again I'll not forget
And it's a difficult time
For you
 
Again, again, again, again a dream you will say
In you empty embrace
Again, again, again, again a dream you will live
With your own madness
You will not find me anywhere
 
2018.05.19.

All with sponsors

He got up. Alondra.
He got dressed. Calvin Klein.
He brushed. Colgate.
He took breakfast. Nestlé.
 
He got up to date. Hitachi.
He hurried. Tissot.
He shaved. Gillette.
Whistling. Polygram.
 
He worked. IBM.
He wrote. Sylvapen.
He corrected. Liquid Paper.
Couching. Lucky Strike.
 
Then he ate. McDonalds.
And got relief. Yastá.
He harmed himself. 100 Pipers.
He concealed. Chiclets.
 
He entertained. Atari.
And gained knowledge. Paidós.
He got amazed. George Lucas.
He debated. Foucalt.
 
He fell in love. Los Panchos.
He got better. Ginseng.
He perfumed. Rabanne.
And he came. Playboy.
 
He lubricated. Texaco.
Paying. Master Card.
He rubberized. Pirelli.
And he died. Peugeot.
 
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2018.05.18.

The Pine is Burning, All Aglow,

The pine is burning, all aglow,
The pine is burning, all aglow, where the young maiden, she did stand.
There the young maiden, did stand.
The pine is burning, all aglow, where the young maiden, she did stand.
There the young maiden, did stand.
 
There the young maiden, she did stand (2)
There combing out-, her blond braid. (2)
 
O my braid, beloved braids (2)
You have all served, me for so long .(2)
 
You'll be, no longer serving me (2)
Under the white-, veil you will go. (2)
 
Under the veil and scarf you'll go (2)
never a maid, again you'll be. (2)
 
Under the white veil, all in fringe (2)
Never to be-, with the boys .(2)
 
Under the veil and wedding crown (2)
Never again-, crowned you'll be. (2)
 
Under the white veil, dancing (2)
Never with maidens there to be .(2
 
The pine and fir are burning,(2)
A boy has loved me from afar,(2)
 
A boy has loved me for ever more,(2)
Now he's already my husband(2).
 
2018.05.15.

İncitmedin


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Kaygılanıp dur, düşünme beni
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Sana olan duygularım gerçek idi
Sen şaşırdın aldandın da
Bahtımı(mutluluğumu) -ömürdeki
Sonsuza dek yaraladın
 
Uzaklaş, ne kadar uzağa gidersen git
Hiç bir zaman geri dönme
Dönme artık yanıma, yanıma
 
İncitmedim deme, renkten renge girip karşımda
Yalanların yeter artık yeter
Verdiğin sözün nerede? O yerine getirilmeyecek mi?
Sen benim için ulaşılmaz hayali bir ceylansın.
 
İncitmedim deme, renkten renge girip karşımda
Yalanların yeter artık yeter
Verdiğin sözün nerede? O yerine getirilmeyecek mi?
Sen benim için ulaşılmaz hayali bir ceylansın.
 
Pişman oluyor musun şimdi?
Hatırlayıp mutlu zamanları
O kadar sana değer vermiş idim
Hepsi de şimdi uzaklaşıp gitti
Sen beni düşünme artık, özleme
Yalvarışlarla hüzünlenme karşımda
Seni unutmak artık zor değil
Yalvarıp artık incitme
 
Uzaklaş, ne kadar uzağa gidersen git
Hiç bir zaman geri dönme
Dönme artık yanıma, yanıma
 
İncitmedim deme, renkten renge girip karşımda
Yalanların yeter artık yeter
Verdiğin sözün nerede? O yerine getirilmeyecek mi?
Sen benim için ulaşılmaz hayali bir ceylansın.
 
İncitmedim deme, renkten renge girip karşımda
Yalanların yeter artık yeter
Verdiğin sözün nerede? O yerine getirilmeyecek mi?
Sen benim için ulaşılmaz hayali bir ceylansın.
 
İncitmedim deme, renkten renge girip karşımda
Yalanların yeter artık yeter
Verdiğin sözün nerede? O yerine getirilmeyecek mi?
Sen benim için ulaşılmaz hayali bir ceylansın.
 
İncitmedim deme, renkten renge girip karşımda
Yalanların yeter artık yeter
Verdiğin sözün nerede? O yerine getirilmeyecek mi?
Sen benim için ulaşılmaz hayali bir ceylansın.
 
İncitmedim deme, renkten renge girip karşımda
Yalanların yeter artık yeter
Verdiğin sözün nerede? O yerine getirilmeyecek mi?
Sen benim için ulaşılmaz hayali bir ceylansın.
 
2018.04.25.

But the May flowers must remain

Her dreams are about
Faraway lands, her beloved
She believes that not yet
Everything is so black and sick
Her nights are spent
Selling her peace
And when morning comes
She'll forget everything again
 
Scattered with the May flowers
Her smile, and she believes that
Pain comes and pain goes
But the May flowers must remain
Colored in the violins
Her spite and her heart
Tremble in fear to scatter
To wake up in the violins
 
Her mornings don't lie
They, with a smile in mirrors
Tell about how good
It would be with a fake end
Forgive the lipstick
And the bit of eyeshadow
But what to pray for, if in life
You really don't have anywhere to go
 
Scattered with the May flowers
Her smile, and she believes that
Pain comes and pain goes
But the May flowers must remain
Colored in the violins
Her spite and her heart
Tremble in fear to scatter
To wake up in the violins
 
2018.04.23.

Thank God


On nights like this
Everything seems to be the same
The mind goes traveling
And I follow it even though I don't want
 
On nights like this
Thank God you're next to me
So you wake up in my dreams
And I can forget at once
All I can't (do)
 
Thank God you're here
On nights like this
So I can look at you and hold on
Thank God you're here
On nights like this
So I can see you and hold on
 
On nights like this
I make thoughts that I don't have to
But the heart topples them
When I see you
 
On nights like this
Thank God you're next to me
So you wake up in my dreams
And I can forget at once
All I can't (do)
 
Thank God you're here
On nights like this
So I can look at you and hold on
Thank God you're here
On nights like this
So I can see you and hold on
 
2018.04.21.

Just On My Way

I came to the cafe
To drink coffee alone baby
I posted on SNS
And took pictures baby
 
Looks cooler than it is
Black and white photo with a caption
 
Today, don’t touch touch me
I’m feeling sentimental
Don’t disturb my alone time
Please hush hush
I’m feeling sentimental
What I need right now
Now that I have some break
 
What’s with the emotional trip
Again with the emotional trip
What am I doing alone?
 
I don’t wanna be alone
But I don’t wanna go out
My friends tell me
To stop forcing plans, huh?
Now I’m afraid of the day
And I like the night
I feel more like myself
When I’m alone
 
The street I’m walking on
Is the beautiful Broadway
Hand on my waist
I’m confidently on a runway
You’re complaining about something
Who cares? Stop talking to me
 
I’m enjoying this feeling
Of not having you around
Look at me oh yeah
 
Today, don’t touch touch me
I’m feeling sentimental
Don’t disturb my alone time
Please hush hush
I’m feeling sentimental
What I need right now
Now that I have some break
 
What’s with the emotional trip
Again with the emotional trip
What am I doing alone?
 
I try to brush it over but it keeps staying on my mind
Tell me about this question
What’s the big deal?
Just on my way
I’m just doing it my way, brother
 
Alone time is good at times
Being alone
Can’t be better than this
 
What’s with the emotional trip
Again with the emotional trip
What’s with the emotional trip
 
Today, don’t touch touch me
I’m feeling sentimental
Don’t disturb my alone time
Please hush hush
I’m feeling sentimental
What I need right now
Now that I have some break
 
What’s with the emotional trip
Again with the emotional trip
What am I doing alone?
Now that I have some break
 
What’s with the emotional trip
Again with the emotional trip
What am I doing alone?
Now that I have some break