A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Christmas expenses

Christmas is coming, new year is coming
And now you'll see how much they cost
The kind of things that on those days
you have to buy, deary me!
There's no big or small budget
that bears all the Christmas thing
Because it's very complicated
and if you don't know it... you will.
 
The little shepherd, the scene
buying more cork for the scene
more lights that we have little
the manger, the mule and the ox are missing
And the little Pepito says
I want a Santa Claus tree
And the father happy with the birth
says in a sigh, OK!
 
Bring the turnkey, bring the nougats
the cookies and the marzipan
Bring the cognacs, and the anisette
And let's hear what you say after the champagne
We'll eat the twelve grapes outside
So we can dance this way
The dress and the suit too
Because in new year's eve... we must use something for the first time
 
The New Year's Eve party are three thousand pesetas
To hell with that, I don't care
Once a year makes no harm
And it's all the same for the father
If something misses, those bonus payments
Will be enough for twenty nephews
And with no time for you to gasp
The three wisemen come... Oh dear!
 
Christmas is over, party is over
And you go to sleep with no money
You go to the bank to see the balance
And the account shows a big zero.
You're go stone dead and that's not bad
What's worse is, I'm not exaggerating
A very hard to cover party is coming
It's the high...January slope.
 

The gypsy tipitin

Because they say over there
Because of my way of talking
That I'm a sham
Dowser gypsy
I'll show you all
Without dancing the garrotin
That I know the gypsies
With their tipitipitin
 
They gave to a gypsy
a job recommendation
For a foreman
Of a house in construction
And when they gave to the gypsy
The shovel and the hoe
He said: Did you think
That I'm Juan Simón?
 
With the tipitipitin
With the tipitipitan
Leave that for the whites
Who are used to that
With the tipitipitin
With the tipitipitan
Gypsies reject
Gypsies reject
Forced labor
 
Some say over there
I don't know if they're right
That my cousin is moor
And my grandpa a pharaoh
But without being gypsy
Nor being born in Albaicin
I have something of gypsy
With my tipitipitin
 
A gypsy in Sacromonte
Married in a church
And staring at the priest
He asked frighted:
Say, father of my soul
Working is a sin?
If it's a sin don't marry me
Because I don't want to sin
 
With the tipitipitin
With the tipitipitan
Leave that for the whites
Who are used to that
With the tipitipitin
With the tipitipitan
Gypsies reject
Gypsies reject
Forced labor
 

Me vas a extranar

Versions: #2
Me vas a extrañar, lo puedo jurar
Cuando sus manos se deslicen
Tocando tu cuerpo, me vas a llorar
 
Lo siento por él
Pero más por ti
Podrás sacarme del camino
Pero tu deseo se queda conmigo
Porque yo fui, lo sigo siendo y lo seré
El amor de tu vida
Aunque maldigas el haberme conocido
No tiene sentido, no tiene remedio
Aunque tu cuerpo se disfrace de pasión
Sigo siendo tu dueño
 
Lo siento por él
Pero más por ti
El te compró con su dinero
Se llevo tu cuerpo
Pero no el deseo
Porque yo fui, lo sigo siendo y lo seré
El amor de tu vida
Aunque maldigas el haberme conocido
No tiene sentido, no tiene remedio
Aunque tu cuerpo se disfrace de pasión
Sigo siendo tu dueño
Sigo siendo tu dueño
Sigo siendo tu dueño
Sigo siendo tu dueñoMe vas a extrañar, lo puedo jurar
Cuando sus manos se deslicen
Tocando tu cuerpo, me vas a llorar
 
Lo siento por él
Pero más por ti
Podrás sacarme del camino
Pero tu deseo se queda conmigo
Porque yo fui, lo sigo siendo y lo seré
El amor de tu vida
Aunque maldigas el haberme conocido
No tiene sentido, no tiene remedio
Aunque tu cuerpo se disfrace de pasión
Sigo siendo tu dueño
 
Lo siento por él
Pero más por ti
El te compró con su dinero
Se llevo tu cuerpo
Pero no el deseo
Porque yo fui, lo sigo siendo y lo seré
El amor de tu vida
Aunque maldigas el haberme conocido
No tiene sentido, no tiene remedio
Aunque tu cuerpo se disfrace de pasión
Sigo siendo tu dueño
Sigo siendo tu dueño
Sigo siendo tu dueño
Sigo siendo tu dueñoMe vas a extrañar, lo puedo jurar
Cuando sus manos se deslicen
Tocando tu cuerpo, me vas a llorar
 
Lo siento por él
Pero más por ti
Podrás sacarme del camino
Pero tu deseo se queda conmigo
Porque yo fui, lo sigo siendo y lo seré
El amor de tu vida
Aunque maldigas el haberme conocido
No tiene sentido, no tiene remedio
Aunque tu cuerpo se disfrace de pasión
Sigo siendo tu dueño
 
Lo siento por él
Pero más por ti
El te compró con su dinero
Se llevo tu cuerpo
Pero no el deseo
Porque yo fui, lo sigo siendo y lo seré
El amor de tu vida
Aunque maldigas el haberme conocido
No tiene sentido, no tiene remedio
Aunque tu cuerpo se disfrace de pasión
Sigo siendo tu dueño
Sigo siendo tu dueño
Sigo siendo tu dueño
Sigo siendo tu dueño
 

Damned cabaret

She was one of those women
with haggard face,
quite sleepy,
tired of striding.
 
It was an early morning
when I returned from the theater.
I saw a girl that
came out from a cabaret
with hesitant steps
and she couldn't walk.
 
Suddenly a tango was heard
that you could hear very far,
I felt inside my soul
a deep feeling.
 
I felt that encounter,
the notes attracted me
and like a mad one
I saw her moving back,
falling down sharply
without forces to walk.
 
By taking some steps
with her lost forces,
stopped at a door,
immersed in pain.
 
I heard her thousand groans,
I saw her faint
and making a great effort
with her aching voice,
I heard her saying:
'Help me, sir!'
 
~
 
I hurried instantly,
I asked her right away:
'Can I help you with something
to calm your evil? '
 
She told me raving:
'It's the sleepy lead
that I have here in the chest,
I have just been shot.
For God's sake, I ask you, sir,
take me to a hospital!'
 
Suddenly a tango was heard
that you could hear very far,
I felt inside my soul
a deep feeling.
 
I felt that encounter,
the notes attracted me
and like a mad one
I saw her moving back,
falling down sharply
without forces to walk.
 
By taking some steps
with her lost forces,
standing at a door,
immersed in pain.
 
I heard her thousand groans,
I saw her faint
and making a great effort
with her aching voice,
I heard her saying:
'Help me, sir!'
 

Addiction of you

Oh! Oh! Oh!
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Hié! Hié!...(2x)
 
Why don't you
come stay with me?
Why don't you
come stay...?
 
When the night comes
I get sad
because you are not here
Missing you invades me
Oh how I wish
doing it again...
 
Eyes on eyes
(eyes on eyes!)
Mouth on mouth
(Mouth on mouth!)
What a crazy thing
We happening again
Baby, call me
(Baby call me!)
Take me to bed
(Take me to bed!)
And say you love me
at least once...
 
Why don't you
come stay with me?
Baby!
I am crazy for you!
Why don't you
come stay with me?
Relieve this addiction of you
 
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Hié! Hié!...(2x)
 
Do what you want to do
Say what you want to say
Just don't say
That I am not into it
Do what I want
Kill my desire
of being with you
 
Eyes on eyes
(eyes on eyes!)
Mouth on mouth
(Mouth on mouth!)
What a crazy thing
We happening again
Baby, call me
(Baby call me!)
Take me to bed
(Take me to bed!)
And say you love me
at least once...
 
Why don't you
come stay with me?
Baby!
I am crazy for you!
Why don't you
come stay with me?
Relieve this addiction of you!... (3x)
 

You Are My Spring

It's not late, it's not late to believe
It's not too late to believe your voice and your hand
And your gaze to believe in it.
 
To dream of you bringing me lights
Only to disappear in the smoke
Your steps are getting lost on another path
I'm calling you now.
 
Your place as a silver tree reminded me
That our neverending story
Will one day crown my love.
 
Chorus:
You're my spring
With star eyes and flower hands
If you wish[,] any cloud you [can] toss
Out of sight with your voice filled with nostalgia
You're my spring
My light and sweet calls
Far toward the dawn with your voice filled with nostalgia.
 
You're gone and in your wake
The voice lives, and my eyes remain empty
And I always ask when you'll return.
 
I touch you, I touch you
And a fragile shape is falling apart in the wind
You're a cloud and I'm losing you again.
 
You are a disappointing thought
You're gone and left your body shut inside a flower
All of the joy of May's sun
And you've hidden yourself in nostalgia, in the mystery of the stars...
 
With nostalgia...
 
It's late, it's too late to tell you
Like love at dawn, the blossoming of flowers
It can not stop, it will not end
Will you return?
 

The installments

I have a nighbour at home
who has it all.
The guy is called Paco,
he doesn't earn neither for a smoke
and lives like a rajah.
 
I wish you could see him.
He has seven guayaberas,
four terylen suits,
a seed beads overcoad,
shoes to the top
and neckties to gift.
And let alone in his house
because he has it all:
Record player, washing mashine,
fridge, thermos, spihon,
beater, vacuum cleaner,
coctail cabinet, television set
and a series of advances
that I don't name them all
that are too many.
 
And it's what anybody thinks
'He's well placed'
well placed is the seller
that he doesn't pay even broke.
Is not that he's shameless.
He doesn't pay. That's it.
If it's not his fault.
The blame is on the installments
and those who want to sell.
The ads, the installment sellers,
this who lends money
and who gets convinced.
 
It seems an extravagance
and it's a way to see
that circumstances have placed.
Today we live in a way
different to the past,
and we must take as a norm
that to live this way
you must live into debts.
Nobody get scared
because a debt is pretty.
At least I like it,
is it that I have so many.
 
Nothing is bought in one pay,
nothing in cold hard cash,
all is bought in installments,
it doesn't matter to live in debt,
you buy it, which is the important.
And though seems strange,
you don't buy cheap things,
you buy the expensive things.
I want conveniences
and if they give installments,
there's no need to talk.
It seems stupid
and is what my aunt says
'a hundred bucks more anyway'.
 
My aunt is really wise
and knows to manage a house.
She has fifteen installment sellers
and he pays them with money
that she robs in the plaza.
That's how my uncle is, tired
bored, fainted
wanting to be killed
that since he married
he eats debts with tomato.
 
And the world, that any day
opens up like a watermelon
on China or Vietnam,
and you get the joy
that of all that you owed
you don't have to pay a thing.
 
And now that we're talking about it,
chinese are arming.
They have bombs and cannons
and aren't eight or ten,
they're six hundred millions.
The thing is widening
and as they can't fit,
more of the half leaves,
so while you buy,
right now are entering
the chinese by Algeciras.
 
They better don't come to my house
if I'm the one who manages it,
that many chinese come
with the kilo of lentils.
But just in case,
buy a lot and in installments,
beware the yellow race
and all that you buy,
and if you come by Seville
and a bill is left,
may Fu Man Chu pay it.
 

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Sevillanas of the 1982 World Cup

I think of some tricks if they worth
to win in the world cups.
 
To win in the world cups is necessary
to study well the rival whims
and observe it with lots of psychology
and once we know its mania
to let the adversary have it.
 
For example, if we play with the english,
who likes a lot the Jerez wine,
and even more the bullfighting,
to mess them, let El Cordobés sing to them
and they eat a bull tail.
 
With Netherlands and Germany there's no problem
that we can use the same system.
A party with Peret and La Polaca
a chickpea stew for dinner
and that's bull shit!
 
If we ever play with the russians,
these people are so cold!
 
These people are so cold and they need
to have lots of sun and melt them
to get them so suffocated of the heat,
because at Russia nobody is used to
because they only shiver there.
 
When the russian is too red
and we note that starts to be burned
we put him a food classily
four dishes of cod with potatos
and to sleep in Torremolinos.
 
On fast a couple of sangria jars
and a dish of lamb for lunch
let them get filled with gazpacho and I don't exaggerate
that when the russian is eating that way for three days
let's win two-zero!
 
We gotta give a good beating to Brazil
with partying.
 
To the carioca when he passes the customs
we'll put him in the dancing and party
not letting the fun stops for a moment
having him entertained until the morning
dancing sevillanas.
 
Let Julio Iglesias sing to them in brazilian,
Lola Flores dance to them a rumba,
Rocio Jurado invite them some oysters
and let them eat with lots of Riveiro wine
potato tortillas.
 
And on the day of the timely match
after the party their light breakfast
with favada and Madrid cocido
and take my word that to the brazilian team
we'll win two-one!
 
And later some finalist remains
ole... but I'm optimist!
 
For example, Argentina and Italy
we'll get the two of them sacked one morning!
With Japan we're better,
that in my opinion the japanese only beat us
in making radios.
 
We'll get the chinese filled with paella
and you'll see that they don't pant neither filled
And to the black africans I'd send them,
to see fresh flesh in bikini,
to sleep in Costa Brava.
 
As they say that all is valid in war,
these are personal machiavelisms
without lacking fineness and courtesy,
a bit of charm and wit
and we'll win the world cup!
 

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Yes very well

The movies nowdays are based in the same:
Outstanding woman, a man who sees her,
and keep going on and on with sexualism.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
If the theme asks for it, they search for a reason.
And if there's no reason, it is made after,
that for the box office is very productive.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
No matter how weird is any argument
nor how strange that could be seen,
they keep it going with lots of talent.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
The cinemas get filled jam-packed
that they do long lines to see them.
Now only a good stripping interests.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
The theater also lives it's moment.
Foreigner author, french vaudeville,
a negligee without any relevance.
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
Today what is paid with lots of pesetas
is for a good nudity, no matter the role.
Here the important is to show the...1 and
The shower, the bed and the yes very well.
 
That's why trying to make something outrageous
full of erotism, you understand me,
I have a theme that is so beautiful:
The story in bikini and scantily dressed
of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
The shower, the bed, the bed and the shower,
the bed and the shower and the yes very well.
 
And I make two versions abroad,
one with bikini and another without it
that here like outside only gives money.
The shower, the bed, the bed and the shower,
the bed and the shower and the yes very well.
 

• 1. boobs

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La Papa

In a coffee shop of the Burrero,
among claps and local music,
she was dancing and dancing
until the beak of the day.
La Papa weighed a hundred kilos,
she was too fat
so much that in some dances
it was noted while she danced.
But the people were clapping
and saying excited
'How danced La Papa
How danced La Papa'
 
Dancing by soleá,
a great poet said:
'She has art and grace
but shee stays moveless
and this looks like a pitcher'
La Papa stomped her feet
with gypsy inspiration,
but she was little
and as she was fat
she looked like a standing egg.
However they were clapping at her
and the people were saying
'How danced La Papa
How danced La Papa'
 
She was attracted by the menudo
and the picadillo so much.
And tosee her dancing well,
she was starting to eat
until get filled.
Then she got up,
she got lost in the sound
and the people were saying
'How danced La Papa
How danced La Papa'
 
One day they hired her
for the Equatorial Africa.
The blacks were excited
with her way of dancing.
And they saw her so beautiful,
so fat and so sweaty
that the blacks clapped,
dressed La Papa
and later they ate her.
And that african night,
the blacks filled with Papa
were singing and saying
and the people were saying
'How danced La Papa
How tasty was La Papa'
 

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The bomb

Look how the world is going.
It is really deranged.
The mess that can be made
on any given moment.
Is there no judgmente anymore?
Is there no sense anymore?
I'd like to know
who puts us in this fuss.
 
The north say the easterns,
Corea says Vietnam,
chinese say Pakistan,
and the south says the westerns.
At least four countries
have the bomb now,
so you can tell me
if they drop it. What do you say?
The least expected day
the earth starts a crackling,
and even the toasted dies.
Come on, nobody will be left.
 
And according to the people
and that's enough for me,
an eminent scientist
pushes a button and that's it.
Who can guarantee
that one day he doesn't do wrong
and without realizing touches
where he shouldn't touch?
So, without difficulty
he can wipe half Spain out.
Soy yeah, it's not funny at all
to live waiting for a bell ring.
 
This has come to the nonsense.
I would remove all the bombs
and even if surprises and amazes
I'd give them all a slingshot.
And at the time of fighting,
no planes nor boats nor cars.
Slaps and punches
until ten in the night!
You'd see how I finish
with the desires of fighting,
that a good slap
doesn't kill but it bothers.
 
Romans fight good
with the feet and the hands,
with bites and kicks.
That's how the Romans lasted
that they lasted a lot.
I'm right, am I?
Is there right to be pending
that an eminent scientist
wants to push a button?
 
I prepare my suitcases
and in the first chance
I move to another planet.
Mercury, Venus, Saturn,
Mars, Jupiter, Pluto...
Any, it's the same,
the further the better!
 
I'm now purchasing a ticket
to get on the first rocket
and to move to another galaxy.
Because let's see what you do,
that dying like a whitebait
is not funny at all for me.
Let's see if I reach the sky,
that I have enough reasons
that I have megatons
until the top of the neck.
That like my aunt
who was slow and peasant said,
'Let's live that are three days
and let a donkey do the work'
 
Long live sane people,
friendship, simpathy,
ole, pretty women,
long live generosity and joy.
With how beautiful it is
to fall in love adn to love,
enjoying this life,
tasting a good Jerez wine,
to eat until get filled
and later to go to sleep.
To have to lose all that
drives me desperated.
Too bad that the world ends
because of some nutties!
 

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The check

Since the elegant people invented it
earning through a check is worying
the fear is deep,
because one never knows if there will be funds.
The way of earning it is very simple
you get in the bank and to the counter
They give you a number
and you wait until they call you after a while.
 
On a bench of the bank you sit down
to wait for the confirmation that it has an account.
And silently,
you're wondering with some doubt
'Of course, I don't even want to think about it
but look if the guy is dead
I'll draw some tobacco
to see if smoking the time passes'
 
The look doesn't move a bit
from where the teller and the counter are
And you think,
'Well it's seems he's delaying too much'
And mentally you say in a fit of rage
'They give me back the check and I'll kill him
there's no money there,
and even the teller comes out bashed'
 
Suddenly you hear them announce 'the thirty nine'
yours is the fourty, you don't even move
and a great fuss,
the man doesn't earn, he's not happy
'Oy deary mom, what an ugly day
seeing this is too much
but there are people
able to sign a check without remains'
 
And is in that timely moment
when the teller calls 'the fourty one'
and you get mad,
'Hey sir, what happened with the fourty?'
the teller understands your hurry and uproar
and though cold and calm he tranquilizes you
'Nothing happened,
is that while they don't bring it, I can't pay'
 
'I think that the teller has too much calmness
He's of those who finds hard to give the money
A mania,
because I don't have a body for those silly things'
Finally the moment comes, how wonderfull
You almost get into the counter
And that teller
who gives you the cold hard cash.
 
'What a relief mother, what a relief
I have the money, I'm leaving'
And with the money,
while you leave the bank, thinks again
'Why was I upset? why I was hesitating?
If I knew that Pepe wouldn't fail me
If there's money
and you gotta see hoy kind is the teller'
 
However even if they call me mistrusting
From now on I'll earn in cash
And in pesetas
and if there are no pesetas, in small change
In small change mother, in small change
Because the counter jokes too much'
 

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The bingo

I don't know why I play this
I don't know why I come to the bingo,
knowing that if I come to the bingo,
I not only make a mistake
but also I lose in the bingo
the four jackpots I have.
 
I come to pass the time
but instead of having a good time
I get rebel, I get poisoned,
I get upset, I get furious
and I end up angry,
seeing that I'm missing the four
and the one next to me does bingo.
And I get the seven things
and I get red
and you gotta see secretly
what I do to who yelled.
 
And though I play, I don't deny
I must recognize that
the game is foolish.
It's useless to have talent
you don't even need a career,
the invention is so innocent
that anybody can play it.
On the week days
on saturdays or on sundays,
the smartest does a line
and the foolest does a bingo.
 
This is not a pool
that estimating can be useful,
there's no need to estimate
neither estimating works.
It's a number that comes
and you look at your card
and you have it or not
and this is it.
 
And how curious is the people
who blames his bad luck
to a thousand different things.
'Well I'm going to that corner
that the good luck comes
with the girl who brings the cards.'
And he changes for hundred girls,
a hundred times of pen
and eighty times of table.
It's not that Baldomero,
that's not the issue,
the issue is being the first
in filling the card.
 
And you gotta see how it leaves
my blood circulation
when I hear from afar
a voice saying 'Line'.
And full of incredulity
I say with stupid face
'Oh, how soon. Line now'.
 
And another thing I can't stand
that my number doesn't come out
after many numbers came out.
For example, I have the three
and comes out the two, the one
the four, the five, the six
and there isn't any left
to come out from one to ten
all come out except for one
which is the one I have, the three.
 
And there I can't take it anymore,
I'm dead as a doornail again
I'm leaving complaining
thinking while I go to sleep
'I don't know why I play this
I don't know why I come to the bingo'
 

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How Will I Convince You?

I met a beautiful girl
There in the Sierra Morena
I met a beautiful girl
There in the Sierra Morena
 
She was living in hiding
Crying in pain
And even though she was tiny
She shined like a star
 
I asked her what the cause of her pain was
I asked her what the cause of her pain was
And she told me that to her, love didn't exist
That she no longer felt the need to believe in fantasies
That alone, hopeless, she avoided betrayal
 
How can I make you see?
So hard not to see your own light in the darkness!
How can I convince you?
Convince you to love again...
 
Not seeing yourself clearly is causing all this pain
Not seeing yourself clearly is causing all this pain
You might grow old and never see things plainly
Because wrinkled skin is no guarantee you'll open your eyes
 
How can I make you see?
So hard not to see your own light in the darkness!
How can I convince you?
Convince you to love again...(x2)
 
How will I do it?
How can I?
How will I do it?
How will I convince you?
How will I convince you...
How will I convince you...
How will I convince you, my love.
 

The Bus

it does not matter
Where the bus is taking me
Any place
Will be better to forget
 
It will work
Maybe it will be of no use
I will try
To remove your traces from my skin
 
This city smells like you
Sadly, like you
And what I want
Is to forget your love
 
To save the heart
To erase the bad memory
That your betrayal has left me
And what I want
Is to forget your love
 
Even if I need to die
Anesthetizing the desire
Maybe I will not think about you anymore
 
I will walk
On the embers of pain
I will reborn, maybe I will have another skin
 
This city smells like you
Sadly, like you
And what I want
Is to forget your love
 

Se veled se nélküled

Alszok, hogy rólad álmodjak, az este rá a tanúm
Nem hazudok neked, ha azt mondom, ez az igaz szerelem
Szeretlek, anélkül hogy érdekelne, hogy alakul a történet
Érted odaadnám az életem, efelől soha ne kételkedj
 
És ez a szerelem miatt van, hogy nem akarlak bántani
Se fájdalmat okozni, higgy nekem, hogy jobb lesz
Ha nem mondom ki, hogy szeretlek téged
 
Mert a szívem biztosan téved, hogy ennyire szeret téged
Anélkül, hogy az enyém volnál, miért vagyok még mindig így
Ugyanaz a szerelmes bolond, aki inkább elhallgatja a szerelmét
Hogy boldognak lásson ha éppen ő vele is, és nem az én oldalamon
Se veled se nélküled.
 
Annyira fáj az igazság, melankóliában élek
Tudva, hogy nem vagy az enyém, és mindig a fejemben jársz
Ez nem az őszinteség hiánya, se gyávaság kérdése
Hogy amit érzek megmutassam, de tudom hogy ezzel rosszat tennék neked
 
És ez a szerelem miatt van, hogy nem akarlak bántani
Se fájdalmat okozni, higgy nekem, hogy jobb lesz
Ha nem mondom ki, hogy szeretlek téged.
 
Mert a szívem biztosan téved, hogy ennyire szeret téged
Anélkül, hogy az enyém volnál, miért vagyok még mindig így
Ugyanaz a szerelmes bolond, aki inkább elhallgatja a szerelmét
Hogy boldognak lásson ha éppen ő vele is, és nem az én oldalamon
Se veled se nélküled.
 
Mert a szívem biztosan téved, hogy ennyire szeret téged
Anélkül, hogy az enyém volnál, miért vagyok még mindig így
Ugyanaz a szerelmes bolond, aki inkább elhallgatja a szerelmét
Hogy boldognak lásson ha éppen ő vele is, és nem az én oldalamon
Se veled se nélküled.
 

Red sky

Alone 1 without your tenderness,
I'm walking, I'm walking,
and don't know what to do,
not even heaven answers,
when I ask for you, my dear.
 
I've not been able to forget you,
since that night, since that night
I lost you
shadows of uncertainty and jelousy
they only swaddle me, thinking of you.
 
Let me look out for you,
and if I find you, and if I found you
come back, again
Forget the past,
don't remember yesterday anymore.
 
Forget the past,
don't remember yesterday anymore.
 
While I'm sleeping
I dream about you and I, together,
going towards a blue sky,
but when I wake up
the sky is red, and you're missing.
 
Even tough I'm guilty
for that sad, sad
separation,
come back, for God, your eyes 2
love me again, come back, my love.
 

• 1. There's a great difference between 'sólo' and 'solo',the lyrics are not well-written
• 2. This sentence is not very clear

Just learning.

Why would I want to cry?

Why would I want to cry?
If I don't have a cousin 1 to hear me,
the one who used to listen,
it's living in glory 2
and don't remember me.
 
Who has seen a shepherdess?
decorated with wealthy fur,
and by a crown they've put on her
a little patch of green laurel.
 
Guard of the real gate,
cure my grief 3
that I can't hold it anymore.
 
I'm asking God
to take away the grief my heart has.
 

• 1. Refering to any woman.
• 2. She's dead.
• 3. Interpreting //duquelas// by context, I've never listened to that word in my entire life and couldn't find a definition, not even as a slang.

Just learning.

Only love

You took me all I had in this world
The power to love
You took with you my happiness
The wish to live
The fruit of our love grows
It's hard for me without your love
But the memories with you
Nobody can't take them from me
 
You are the angel of my love
I feel you somewhere
Only your huge love
Only (your love) can help me
Harsh and lying tendencies
Urge me to choose hell
And the kindness signals me
Not to leave her
 
Only love, only love
Gives you hope to live
Only by love and with love
You can give others
Only love is life
She calls you in a deaf echo
Help me, please
Give me the power to love again