A keresés eredménye

Lie to my heart

Lie to my heart
who, tired of suffering,
only wants to sleep
in the palm of your hand.
 
Tell my heart
a children's story
so it can revive
those old hopes.
 
Lie to my heart
who, tired of suffering,
only wants to sleep
in the palm of your hand.
 
Tell my heart
a children's story
so it can revive
those old hopes.
 
Lie to my heart
with pink lies,
because love lies don't leave scars.
And you are the nicest lie
out of all the lies that you tell.
 

Lights are on Red

Versions: #2
Hey! How you doing?
Yeah, it’s going OK ... And you? You OK?
OK ... I’m rushing to grab my place in the future. And you?
OK ... I’m off in search of a good night’s sleep. Who knows?
It’s been so long. But I guess ...
So long ...
Sorry about the rush. It’s just the way things have been.
Oh! It’s nothing. Me too, I’m stuck in the fast lane. When will you call? Maybe we could meet somewhere?
Next week, I promise we’ll get together. Who knows?
It’s been so long. But I guess ...
So long ... so many things I wanted to say. But I’m stifled by the dust from the streets.
Things I want to say too. But memory fails me.
Do call. I’d love a quick drink. Maybe next week?
The lights ...
I’ll come and get you.
Are going green ...
I promise. I won’t forget.
Please don’t forget. Please.
So long. I won’t forget.
So long ...
So long ...
 

Loneliness Dance

Loneliness is lava that covers everything
Bitterness in my mouth smiles with its lead teeth
Loneliness, word dug in my mouth
Resigned and mute in loneliness' compass
 
Disillusion, disillusion
I dance, you dance
In the loneliness' dance
 
Camélia is now a widow, Joana fell in love
Maria has tried to die, because of her love
My father always said me, care care, my son
When I think about the future, I don't forget the past
 
Disillusion, disillusion
I dance, you dance
In the loneliness' dance
 
When midnight cames, my thoughts they wander
I run the fingers on the viola, contemplating the full moon
After all, there's a pure water font
Whoever drinks that water, won't have bitterness anymore
 

Steersman

It isn't me who navigates me
Who navigates me is the sea
It isn't me who navigates me
Who navigates me is the sea
He is the one that carries me
Like how he couldn't even take me
He is the one that carries me
Like how he couldn't even take me
 
And the more that I row the more I pray
So that this voyage
Will never end that makes
The sea around the sea.
My old man one day said
With his way of giving advice:
- Look, the sea doesn't have hairs
That people can grab onto
 
It isn't me who navigates me
Who navigates me is the sea
It isn't me who navigates me
Who navigates me is the sea
He is the one that carries me
Like how he couldn't even take me
He is the one that carries me
Like how he couldn't even take me
 
I was never a steersman
Because I'm not one for sailing
The steering wheel of my life
God is who governs
And when someone asks me
How do you swim
I explain that I don't navigate
Who navigates me is the sea
 
It isn't me who navigates me
Who navigates me is the sea
It isn't me who navigates me
Who navigates me is the sea
He is the one that carries me
Like how he couldn't even take me
He is the one that carries me
Like how he couldn't even take me
 
The net of my destiny
Seems like that of fisherman
When it returns empty
It comes full of suffering
I live in a whirlpool
God knows well what he does
The wave that carries me
Is the same that brings me