A keresés eredménye

Here In Spain

In Spain, in Spain, in Spain
High education is honored
And all the parents want
To age their favorite children
Inside of a school
Here In Spain, here in Spain,
Here in Spain, in Spain, in Spain,
Here in Spain.
 
Scientists, pedants and fans,
Rhetorics will get boring and so will grammar,
Someone who is always learning, never eats, never drinks,
He put a cross on his life
In advance.
 
Here In Spain, here in Spain,
Here in Spain, in Spain, in Spain,
Here in Spain.
 
We're tired of the disputes and lectures,
They're bad for the spirit and complexion,
The world is so good and so wide,
And there are so many different paths in her.
We are waiting for a date.
 
With you Spain, with you Spain,
With you Spain, Spain, Spain,
With you Spain.
With you Spain, with you Spain,
With you Spain, Spain, Spain,
With you Spain.
 

Loving two lads

Oh, my heart, why do you shudder,
and why did you lose your serenity?
This suitor is really nice,
but the other one is not bad either.
I'm in love, I'm burning and suffering.
Which one is dearest to me?
Loving two lads is so hard
Loving two lads is so hard
Loving two lads is so hard
It's so hard to love two lads.
I'm happy and sad at the same time,
I'm feverish and trembling.
I like this admirer very much,
but is he as good as he looks?
I'm determined to get married,
but who will be my husband?
Loving two lads is so hard
Loving two lads is so hard
Loving two lads is so hard
It's so hard to love two lads.
 
Loving two lads is so hard
It's so hard to love two lads.
 

Love

When love is really strong, it can't be stopped,
It won't be frightened and it won't give ground,
So let them threaten, beg, and scold,
And let them promise piles of gold,
Yet no one'll buy it, break it, or confound,
No!
For love's daydreaming and it's counting gains,
For love is sheer insanity and reason,
And uninvited it will come
To where it's not allowed to run,
For love does not obey the orders given,
No!
 
And having flashed like lightning in the night,
Love crushes sly designs of evil fortune,
Resound, (ye) hymn of love, ring with delight,
For swords may clink with all their might,
When strings have lost the strength to sing their love tunes,
No!
 
© St.Sol @ LT: all rights reserved.
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Ok, I get it that most of you just can't bring yourselves
to pressing 'Thanks' when you have already enjoyed
and probably sung an equirhythmic rhymed translation
and then realized that you couldn't have done a better
one yourself. Yet, avoiding this gesture implicitly helps
to promote other, often subpar work on this site. St.