A keresés eredménye

Opus 03

Versions: #1
One girl has found a grenade in a field,
[But] she didn't know what to do with such thing.
Then an old man told her: Pull out the pin.
Long time her sandal flew over the field.
 

执生念 (The Thought of Life)

Ten thousand years of ups and downs for a split second
We never fail to find ourselves enduring fleeting time
On top of mountains and clouds
Sea of ​​bamboo and abyss of peach
A hidden love for life
 
Ah! Ah!
 
She turned to ashes,
separated by life and death
He protected the three kingdoms for her
The thought of life is still ringing in my ears
Once again, this passion has no limits and will never be extinguished
 
Ah! Ah!
 
If we stay together day and night, we'll never be envious of the immortals
I would never get tired of being by your side.
The cool breeze and the bright moon *
Snow and smoke are at twilight
ask for a life of love
 
Ah! Ah!
 
She turned to ashes,
separated by life and death
He protected the three kingdoms for her
The thought of life is still ringing in my ears
Once again, this passion has no limits and will never be extinguished
 

In God's Will

Whenever I wanted to start a new deed
I saw Satan is making an obstacle on my way quickly
 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, I want to be in God's will
 
I will eliminate obstacles from my way
Because I have Jesus Christ
 
The Holy spirit is with me
The sheild of faith is with me
 
The sword of Spirit is in my hand
So what is missing?
 
The strong belt of truth, the armor of God's justice, shoes of the gospel of peace
 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Always pray
 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Praise Yahshua, our god
 
The Holy spirit is with me
The sheild of faith is with me
 
The sword of Spirit is in my hand
So what is missing?
 
The strong belt of truth, the armor of God's justice, shoes of the gospel of peace
 

Ode 1. The Nâ

How admirable
how complete
Here are set our hand-drums and drums
The drums resound harmonious and loud
To delight our meritorious ancestor
The descendant of Thang invites him with this music
That
he may soothe us with the
realization of
our thoughts
Deep is the sound of our
hand-drums and drums
Shrilly sound the flutes

Mushrooms and a field

One day a boy went out to pick some mushrooms in the woods.
Somehow he found his way on to the minefield...
He walked all over the mines, he had a lot of fun.
This boy must have had a light step.
 

The girl was coming home late

The girl was walking home late,
Suddenly she came across gloomy men.
- Oh, let me go, good men!
- Well, do you see a stop sign? Come away, for God's sake!
 

I have asked electric guy Petroff

I have asked electric guy Petroff:
'Why did you necklace electric cord?'
Nothing did Petroff reply to me,
Only boots are swinging silently...
 

I, fucked up by someone

I, fucked up by someone,
Am going to Porlock
And thinking: «Ah, fuck you in mouth!
After all, by this road
All in fumes and uneasy
Yankee Doodle was going to South!
On this road they rode forth and horses were bridled,
And everyone went straight to hell...»
I see that someone outruns me on tiptoe
Who has been fucked off all too well...
 

Dagger

Versions: #1
One little boy had found a dagger...
He ever so slowly walked up to his father...
Off into the woods his father zigzagged,
Spurred on by the dagger stuck into the ass...
 

A bloody stew is sliding down into the sea

A bloody stew is sliding down into the sea -
An Airbus has crashed into a crowded beach...
 

Bad Poetry

You make it rhyme, but it doesn't
And when you cry, you really mean it
Don't you?
When I read through the lines
All I see is
Bad poetry
 
You're taking course of literature francaise
And way too often
You drop a name like Verlaine
And all the legends that you like
They don't pretend
As much as you try
It's bad poetry
 
Love, love,
without you, I am nothing
your absence haunts me.
At night, until morning
because the sound your voice
invaded my heart,
so sweet, so delicate.
Love, without you I'm dying
Ahah, it's bad poetry.
 

Little Boy Found Matches...

Little boy found matches...
And he took them to school...
Like a wave, in the windows flame beats ash...
May the school rest in peace!
 

My mother poked my eyes out during childhood...

My mother poked my eyes out during childhood,
So that I wouldn't find jam on a rack,
To movies I don't go and don't read spy books,
But I can smell and hear every little crack.
 
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When night falls

I'm going to recite some flowery words for you all:
 
When night falls
I'll walk the paths of your longings,
I'll cry out your name like a joyful bull
so that all may hear it to the stars.
 
A cluster of kisses will fall upon your skill
slowly, like a drizzle in October
I'll bite the center of your sighs,
I'll pour the red wine from your lips.
 
Like dry branches from the same bonfire
we will ignite like two stars across the sky.
 

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• Terminology: lit. (literally), lat. (latin term), pr. (pronunciation). @= a/o (for Spanish translations only, @ can be switched from a feminine or masculine perspective.

In Depths of Dark Siberian Mines

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In depths of dark Siberian mines
Three men sit, shitting on side lines.
Their somber deed won't go to waste -
The dogs will come and get a taste.
 
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Boy Scouts

Young boy scouts're never wrong -
Their heads're cast iron strong,
They themselves are made of tin,
God-damned devils dwell within!
 
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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.

Naked Females...

Naked females fly across evening sky -
Missile has hit the bath house on the fly.
 
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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.

Vovochka Brought a Dynamite at School

Vovochka1 brought a dynamite at school,
Uncoiled and lit its cord. It's burning...
BANG! The wall instantly fell apart...
Vovochka absolutely doesn't need a school...
 

• 1. Vovochka (a Russian little children pet name of Vladimir) is a popular character of Soviet and Russian jokes, anecdotes, and informal 'children's poety.

Opus 08

A little son came to his father,
And this toddler said:
'A genital into a genital is good,
A genital into an ass is bad'
 
A little daughter came to his father,
And this little bitch said:
'A genital into a genital is good,
A genital into an ass is better!'
(It is a parody of Vladimir Mayakovsky)
 

Opus 03

Versions: #2
In a field, a girl came across a grenade,
but she had no clue for what it was made.
An old man told her to pull the pin,
then her sandal flew far off into the wind.
 

Up on the rooftop, a boy so small

Versions: #2
Up on the rooftop, a boy so small
didn't see the end, and took a nasty fall.
He did thirty flips, then three more for good measure.
Cleaning up his brains—well, that took forever!
 

Little Boy Was Walking Along A Steep Roof - 2

A little boy was walking along the roof,
The roof ended, and the boy fell down,
He made thirty three flips in his flight,
People were scraping his brain from the asphalt for a long time...
 

Opus 01

A little boy had found a kimono,
He'd known 10 techniques from the cinema,
With the screaming 'Ki-ya!', because of boy's kick,
Father's balls flowed down into his boots.
 

Piles of bones

Piles of bones and long row of stars -
A squad of boy scouts was run by a tram
 

Opus 05

Granny ground cyanide in a mortar
waiting for her granddaughter to finish school.
Gramps beat Granny to it
and nailed the little girl to a fence.