A keresés eredménye

Million dollar buttocks

That girl Ilona is so beautiful,
They noticed that already at school
She learned to read very well,
She learned to undress, but not dress
When she was buttoning her blue jeans
That was ogled by
The PE teacher and all the kids,
Oh boy, how amazing buttocks!
 
Ilona, dodging her homework
Grew up, running and doing gymnastics
She waved a wooden phallus
Since she liked to play baseball, you see
Though Finland is a bit aloof
Even abroad they gave attention
To those buttocks of hers
Ilona was invited to a photoshoot
 
They promised her great rewards,
And photographed Ilona from behind
And she, I guess on purpose
Lay on her stomach in the photos
New York, Paris, Vaalimaa1
Soon around the world
The oldsters and the kids saw
The international buttocks
 
And when one gets enough money,
They'll become interested in politics too
To the ballot boxes lead
Those resplendent rear ends2
When the campaign required an ad
It was made in a trice
A pear shape, and cusps in that
Democratic buttocks
 
In the parliament Ilona
Has crap in her mouth everyday
And one seldom can tell
Whether it's her top or bottom speaking
Ilona also learned to play this game
Her governing body
is adored by the oldsters and the kids
The buttocks rule the nation!
 

• 1. Vaalimaa is a small town and a border checkpoint on the Finnish-Russian border
• 2. plural sic

That Love Saves You In This Dark Night

That love saves you in this dark night
And that light embraces you at the right time
A love that rises in the hardest morning
Who shall cry when the voice goes silent?
 
There's still fire inside!
There still are fruits with no poison!
There's still light in the road!
Climb up to the temple's door
That love saves us...
 
And there's a light that calls,
And another light that goes silent,
And there's a light which is ours...
 
That the morning rises the rose of the winds
And a tight siege on the word 'war'
No one in this land owns time
The ground which waits for you dates from another time.
 
There's still fire inside!
There still are fruits with no poison!
There's still light in the road!
Climb up to the temple's door
That love saves us...
 
And there's a light that calls,
And another light that goes silent,
And there's a light which is ours...
 
The beginning of the world starts here
The seed will be a fruit all through life
This open door has never been shut
To let the last hour come in.
 
There's still fire inside!
There still are fruits with no poison!
There's still light in the road!
Climb up to the temple's door
That love saves us...
 
And there's a light that calls,
And another light which is hours,
And there's a light which goes silent...
 
There's still fire inside!
There still are fruits with no poison!
There's still light in the road!
Climb up to the temple's door
That love saves us...
 
Climb up to the temple's door
That love saves us...
 
As there's a light that calls,
And another light which is ours,
And there's a light that goes on...
 

It Will Always Be a Look

Everywhere, everything is a reminder of you
Everything reminds me of the time, the life and the dreams I lived
A thirst for life in the hope of finding
A sweet, eternal look capable of loving me and making me dream
 
And I thought that that look was yours
That the sentiments you said you felt
Were ultimately true, certain in me
Of a great love for you
 
And I gave everything to have you here
But my love I know that time won't come back
And that everything I lived, loved, suffered
Will always be a look
 
The moments of passion in the heat of a kiss of yours
Live now in the memory and are my most bitter heaven
Between memories, I pass time looking for
A sweet, eternal look capable of loving me and making me dream
 
And I thought that that look was yours
That the sentiments you said you felt
Were ultimately true, certain in me
Of a great love for you
 
And I gave everything to have you here
But my love I know that time won't come back
And that everything I lived, loved, suffered
Will always be a look
 
And I gave everything to have you here
But my love I know that time won't come back
And that everything I lived, loved, suffered
Will always be a look
 
And I gave everything to have you here
But my love I know that time won't come back
And that everything I lived, loved, suffered
Will always be a look
 
The moments of passion in the heat of a kiss of yours
Live now in the memory and are my most bitter heaven
 
And I thought that that look was yours
That the sentiments you said you felt...
 

Forbidden Love

[Intro:]
Ah, ba-ba-ba, ah
Ah, ba-ba-ba, ah
Ah, ba-ba-ba, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
 
[Verse 1:]
Today I'm dying to see you
I'm waiting for the moment
In which I get to hear your voice (Mm-mm, mm)
And when we're finally together
Just the two of us (Ba-ba, ba, ah)
Who cares what they say, your parents
Here only our love is what matters, I love you
 
[Chorus:]
Forbidden love, rumour has it out there
'Cause we come from different backgrounds
Forbidden love, everybody tells us
Money doesn't matter for you and for me
Not even in our hearts, ah, ah baby!
 
[Verse 2:]
And even if I'm poor, all this I'm giving you
Is more valuable than money, 'cause it's true love
And when we're finally together
Who cares what they say, maybe society
Here only our love is what matters, I love you
 
[Chorus:]
Forbidden love, rumour has it out there
'Cause we come from different backgrounds
Forbidden love, everybody tells us
Money doesn't matter for you and for me
Forbidden love, (Forbidden love)
rumour has it out there (Ah, ah)
'Cause we come from different backgrounds
Forbidden love, everybody tells us
Money doesn't matter for you and for me
Not even in our hearts, ah, ah baby!
 
[Final:]
Ah, ba-ba-ba, ah (Ah-woh)
Ah, ba-ba-ba, ah (That's right)
Ah, ba-ba-ba, ah (Yeah, yeah)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
 

The Girl With the Blue Backpack

What's the matter, boy, what's the matter?
They tell me at school and they ask me at home,
And all at once, I instantly knew when
I heard the rollcall and she was not present.
The girl with the blue backpack, the one with the sleepy eyes,
Left me with a great anxiety and low grades.
I don't even want to go to the playground,
nothing amuses me
I can't read or write,
I miss her gaze.
 
I still remember their colors,
The pages of the notebook
Tell about romances in smudges
I would like to see her at her desk,
Because if she doesn't come back, my classroom will be very sad.
The girl with the blue backpack, the one with the sleepy eyes,
Left me with a great anxiety and low grades.
I don't even want to go to the playground, nothing amuses me.
I can't read or write,
I miss her gaze.
 

From Gávea To The World

I don't come from Gávea, but one day I got there
Because of a love that brought me to that place
I got used and readily decided to stay
So I buried my roots and there I planted our home
In that neighborhood where I found my girl
Life bloomed and got pleasanter for us
When our kids came to adorn
Putting some joy in this voice of mine
 
However, I still lacked some samba, some forró
Some choro1, and this was an issue
Having friends along to share
Spreading happiness to all this good vicinity
That was how our dance got bigger and brought over here
So many people expecting to be found
That's so good, and let me tell you something
When I go out on into the world
I know Gávea follows me all along
 
I don't come from Gávea, but one day I got there
Because of a love that brought me to that place
I got used and readily decided to stay
So I buried my roots and there I planted our home
In that neighborhood where I found my girl
Life bloomed and got pleasanter for us
When our kids came to adorn
Putting some joy in this voice of mine
 
However, I still lacked some samba, some forró
Some choro1, and this was an issue
Having friends along to share
Spreading happiness to all this good vicinity
That was how our dance got bigger and brought over here
So many people expecting to be found
That's so good, and let me tell you something
When I go out on into the world
I know Gávea follows me all along
 

• Samba, forró and choro are traditional Brazilian music genres

Black Skin

Brown eye, dark skin
Saintly breeze, freshness
Kinky hair, mature
Genuine, without mixture
Black skin, without rules
Gives love if someone waters it
Beautiful like the sunset
More beautiful than a sunflower
 
The thinnest waist
With a walk that assassinates
A smile so beautiful
With the most sincere of gazes
Oh, what purity
You are the best gift from nature
Aiué papa, mama oh
 
I'm so in love
Giving glory to the Most High
Singing whilst looking to the sky
Saying that I'm already yours
 
The perfection of a landscape
What a beautiful image
Too good, it must be a mirage
I close my eyes, a journey
Black is a colour of peace
Only God knows what she does to me
Black woman, you are more beautiful than the Champs-Élysées
And the world is yours if you want it
 
Love, my love, love
I cannot measure your value
You are the best gift from nature
Aiué papa, mama oh
 
I'm so in love
Giving glory to the Most High
Singing whilst looking to the sky
Saying that I'm already yours
 
Woman... aiué!
 

Tonight

Tonight I am going out carousing
To see if I can get rid of
A sorrow that I have in my soul
That burdens me and makes me cry.
 
If I meet up with death there,
As a man I should not fear it.
If your love I have lost forever,
What do I care if I lose my life?
 
I already tried to live without seeing her.
I already struggled to not be unhappy,
And I only found two ways:
Either I win or I stop living.
 
Tonight I will serenade her,
I don't care if I lose or win.
Tonight I will sing to the ingrate
Three songs that will make her cry.
 
If they kill me at the foot of her gate,
As a man they would be doing me a favor.
What more can I ask of life
Than to die together, together with my love?
 
I already tried to live without seeing her.
I already struggled to not be unhappy,
And I only found two ways:
Either I win or I stop living.