A keresés eredménye oldal 3

Tailor of Your Love

[Verse 1]
You drive me crazy
Your skin tastes to me like coconut
And I get lost in the dangerous curves of your lips
Days and months don't matter )*
When you are with me
My world spins only below your bellybutton
 
[Chorus]
I want to be the tailor of your love
I want to make it tailor-made to you
I want that two glasses of liquor
set us adrift again
 
[Verse 2]
I slowly measured your whole body
Gently sewing your chest to my chest
Making your hair get tangled with my hair
I am a dressmaker and you are my model
 
[Verse 3]
Softly undoing your whole waist
Threading this whole craziness without [any] manners
Losing control with this figure
I am a pin and you are my seam, baby
 
[Chorus]
I want to be the tailor of your love
I want to make it tailor-made to you
I want that two glasses of liquor
set us adrift again
(Blissfully adrift)
 
[Interlude 1]
I would like to examine you closely like a surgeon
Your face, your body, your space
My hands going down into the forbidden zone
Just to take measurements... and there we go!
 
[Verse 4]
My love
My love dehydrates you
When I see you naked
And you burst the seams of my heart
 
[Interlude 2]
I don't know what's going on with your calmness
That it always disarms me
It worries me, it pumps me up and it puts me down
I think that all of it is mental
And to touch you is fundamental
 
[Verse 5]
You drive me crazy
Your skin tastes to me like coconut
And I get lost in the dangerous curves of your lips
Days and months don't matter
When you are with me
My world spins only below your bellybutton
(Below your bellybutton)
 
[Chorus]
I want to be the tailor of your love
I want to make it tailor-made to you
I want for two glasses of liquor
(Oh, of liquor, of liquor)
set us adrift again
(Blissfully adrift)
 

A maggot

Versions: #2
Grubs (they are my brothers)
Have settled in apples,
But life in the apples is fucked up,
My relatives is living here, in the shit.
 
I borned here, and I was growing here,
The dung nurtured me,
On the surface, I am detestable,
I am a maggot, white worm.
 
(REF)
There is the mixture from dirt and shit. It's my motherland!
This mixture from dirt and shit is my motherland!
There is the mixture from dirt and shit. It's my motherland!
This mixture from dirt and shit is my motherland!
 
(INTERLUDE)
 
There are a lot of kinds
Of worms and insects here.
They are fleas, louses, and grubs.
They are my compatriots.
 
Hey, y'all, my brothers-worms!
Let's go to live in toilets,
Your life in the apples is very narrow,
'Cause let's come and join us in the shit!
 
(REF)
 
One day, a fisherman (he is so asshole)
Baited me and my brother,
And he threw the hook with us in the lake,
Well, we will die with honor!
 
I am not sorry about my soul,
But only other maggots know
That I died like a hero,
And I didn't betray my dung!
 
(REF)
 
(Throat Singing)
 

Steadily

What am I staring at?
The traces of our every day kept swaying the memories that were carved in the asphalt
Being so close together they started overflowing
The many trees and smiles and everything we saw
 
With those obvious things we will push our way through and go find the seemingly hidden future
One by one we will watch the sceneries that we constantly became used to seeing
and I want to send them towards the unchanging future
 
I always just lose my way
Do I want to give up?...「don't give up!!!」I screamed toward the road that goes on straight ahead
 
I must confront my true feelings by own, mustn't I
 
Those obvious things will expose my spoiled heart
and I will able to go to meet you
Taking a detour we will surely see all our times together
I want send my unchanging feelings
 
With those obvious things we will push our way through and go find the seemingly hidden future
I have taken a few firm steps as much as my feelings allowed me
and I want to send them towards the unchanging future
 
I lead the answer steadily
And I want to send it to you
I lead the answer steadily
And I want to send it to you
 

Irish National Anthem - The Soldier's Song

We are the Soldiers of Ireland*
who are pledged to Ireland
A platoon of our people
across the waves have come,
under oath to be free
The old country of our ancestors henceforth
Will no longer be left under the tyrant or the oppressor,
Tonight we go to the gap of danger**,
With love for the Gael, towards death or life,
With the hooting-call of guns under the fire of bullets,
Come you all, sing the soldier's song.
 

My Comrade Time

In the haze of the steppe disappeared my home,
I leave you for awhile and my youth.
Please, don't let me be alone,
My Comrade Truth, my Comrade Truth!
 
I can do everything, my oath I won't break
I'll warm the earth with the breath of mine...
You only give an order- and I won't be afraid,
My Comrade Time, my Comrade Time!
 
Again the sound of alarm and I'm awake,
And again the battle, and such,it's tight for the bullets to be apart,
You only don't blow up halfway,
My Comrade Heart, my Comrade Heart!
 
In thick smoke are midday's, and midnight's,
And from the smoke I want to make them free...
You only everything, please, memorise,
My Comrade Memory, my Comrade Memory!
 

At the dawn

No, no, I already know, I know that my youth is over.
Now I can only remember. And I remember:
Then and there, in my youth, I felt happy,
I thought the opposite, that it's complicated:
I don't understand, can't hear me.
But now something I know, that there and then was happiness...
And then I nothing not knew, but I so just wanted to,
As I was waiting for then something.
But I thought I heard my name...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
What was I waiting for?
I was expecting amazing destiny, a unique life,
As I wanted to all feel, all try,
And as soon as possible...
I could go on the streets, reflected in the Windows,
And could much hope that I will love, that are waiting for me.
And I could till the morning is sweet to think and thrill to feel,
Now, this morning, soon, soon...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
And there, in my youth, when I looked at the morning fog over the river,
Or returned home, in the morning, on still sleeping city,
I always thought, or rather, I was sure,
That name is me, exactly me...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
 

Capriccio Farce

An empty defendant's seat, a visitor's gallery with nothing but junk
Come, let's begin this farce called a trial
 
'Only one of the vessels that we're seeking out by orders of god remains
If it's the case you know its whereabouts, make your testimony, 'Sorceress of Time''
 
'Transcending time, changing forms, changing masters, it's already making its debut on stage
Even so, not knowing the whereabouts myself right now, I fear it's likely that it's in her hands'
 
'Search, search, search for that jerk, left, right, or down
She holds all the keys, search for 'The Master of the Hellish Yard''
 
'How long is this farce going to continue? There is nothing after that'
 
'Soul of Adam who fell in the trap, there's nothing you can accomplish anymore
 
Swinging scales, a disordered scenario, vessels sullied in sin
Each playing their song their own way, a discordant capriccio
 
The story has already let go of the hands of demons and gods and walks alone
If they were in this place, they would probably make this lament:
 
What was truly terrifying was the desire of humanity
 
'Let's sort out what few facts we have, lowly man descended from a demon
I'll give you permission, so tell us of the time you came to this forest'
 
'There is an unpleasant curse dwelling in my body, seeking my original ancestor's sword
That has become necessary to solve this, I arrived at this forest alone'
 
Kill him, eat him, if we can't, arrest him, this insolent fool who entered the forest
Judge, judge, at any rate judge him, trial! Sentence! Death!
 
'When I resolved myself after I was arrested, the fickle girl extended her hand'
 
'I wanted a charge right for doing chores'
 
'And so I became 'The Gardener''
 
'Sorceress of Time' 'Cursed Gardener,' substitutes for the unawakened vessels
Each keeping their goals close to the chest, unsettling invaders
 
'The Director Doll,' 'Master of the Graveyard,' 'Gear,' 'The Waiter,' 'Master of the Hellish Yard'
When the end of everything arrives, who will be laughing, I wonder?
 
Lu li la lu li la lu li lu li la, the resounding beat of Irregular
 
Friendship, trauma, justice, illusion, hope, destruction, dreams, greed, love, death
All of it continues to melt and turn the Clockwork Lullaby
Just before the solitary man's death, he constructed a theater
Will the utopia he wished for be completed?
 
Come, let's see with our own eyes, this farce called life
 

l'écossais ivre

Eh bien , un écossais vétu d'un kilt
Quitta le bar par une belle soirée
Et on pouvait voir à sa démarche
Qu'il avait bu plus que son compte
Il tituba un peu jusqu'à ne plus pouvoir tenir debout
Puis Il s'affala sur l'herbe
Et s'endormit au bord de la rue
 
Refrain d'onomatopées
 
Il s'affala sur l'herbe
Et s'endormit au bord de la rue
 
A ce moment là deux belles jeunes filles
Vinrent à passer
L'une dit à l'autre
Un étincelle dans l’œil
'Tu as vu là bas l’écossais endormi
Comme il est fort et bien charpenté
Je me demande si c'est vrai
ce qu'ils ne portent pas sous le kilt '
 
refrain
 
Je me demande si c'est vrai ce qu'ils ne portent pas sous le kilt '
 
Elles rampèrent vers cet écossais endormi
aussi silencieusement que possible
Soulevèrent son kilt
d'un pouce pour voir
Et là ,à contempler sous leurs yeux
Sous la jupe écossaise
Il n'y avait rien de plus que ce dont Dieu
L'avait doté à sa naissance
 
refrain
 
Elles s'émerveillèrent un moment
Puis l'une elles dit :'Nous devons partir
Laissons un cadeau pour notre ami
Avant de continuer notre chemin'
Comme cadeau , elles laissèrent un ruban de soie bleu
Noué en nœud papillon
Autour de la gentille 'vedette',le kilt de l'écossais
Se souleva bien en réponse
 
refrain
 
Autour de la gentille 'vedette ',le kilt de l'écossais
se souleva bien en réponse .
 
Maintenant l'écossais se réveilla à l'appel de ses besoins naturels
Il tituba en se dirigeant vers les arbres
Derrière les buissons , il souleva son kolt
Et s'ébahit devant ce qu'il vit.
Et d'une voix tremblant d'émotion ,il dit
a ce qu'il avait sous les yeux
'Et bien mon coquin je ne sais pas où tu es allé
mais je vois que tu as gagné le premier prix !'
 
refrain
 
Et bien mon coquin , je ne sais pas où tu es allé
Mais je vois que tu as gagné le premier prix
 

Nasıl yaşarım

Sensiz bir geceyi nasıl geçiririm
Senden ayrılmak zorunda kalırsam
Nasıl bir yaşam olur bu
Ah ve ben ben seni kollarımda istiyorum
Tutunmak için sana ihtiyacım var
Sen benim dünyam, kalbim, ruhumsun
Bir gün gidersen eğer
Bebeğim, yaşamımdaki her iyi şeyi götürürsün
 
Sensiz güneş olmaz gökyüzümde
Sevgi olmaz yaşamımda
Bana bir dünya kalmaz
Ve bebeğim ne yaparım bilmiyorum
Kaybolurum eğer seni kaybedersem
Eğer gidersen bir gün
Bebeğim, yaşamımdaki her iyi şeyi götürürsün
 
Ve şimdi söyle bana
Sensiz nasıl yaşarım
Bilmek istiyorum
Sensiz nasıl soluk alırım
Eğer gidersen bir gün
Nasıl yaşarım bundan sonra
Nasıl
Nasıl
Ah, nasıl yaşarım
 
Eğer gidersen bir gün
Bebeğim, her şeyi götürürsün
Yanımda olmana ihtiyacım var
Bebeğim, bilmiyor musun
Yaşamımdaki her iyi şey sensin
 
Ve şimdi söyle bana
Sensiz nasıl yaşarım
Bilmek istiyorum
Sensiz nasıl soluk alırım
Eğer gidersen bir gün
Nasıl yaşarım bundan sonra
Nasıl
Nasıl
Ah, nasıl yaşarım
 
Nasıl yaşarım
Bebeğim sensiz?
 

Sensiz nasıl yaşarım

Sensiz bir geceyi nasıl geçiririm
Senden ayrılmak zorunda kalırsam
Nasıl bir yaşam olur bu
Ah ve ben ben seni kollarımda istiyorum
Tutunmak için sana ihtiyacım var
Sen benim dünyam, kalbim, ruhumsun
Bir gün gidersen eğer
Bebeğim, yaşamımdaki her iyi şeyi götürürsün
 
Sensiz güneş olmaz gökyüzümde
Sevgi olmaz yaşamımda
Bana bir dünya kalmaz
Ve bebeğim ne yaparım bilmiyorum
Kaybolurum eğer seni kaybedersem
Eğer gidersen bir gün
Bebeğim, yaşamımdaki her iyi şeyi götürürsün
Ve şimdi söyle bana
 
Sensiz nasıl yaşarım
Bilmek istiyorum
Sensiz nasıl soluk alırım
Eğer gidersen bir gün
Nasıl yaşarım bundan sonra
Nasıl nasıl
Ah, nasıl yaşarım
 
Eğer gidersen bir gün
Bebeğim, her şeyi götürürsün
Yanımda olmana ihtiyacım var
Bebeğim, çünkü biliyorsun yaşamımdaki her iyi şey sensin
Ve şimdi söyle bana
 
Sensiz nasıl yaşarım
Bilmek istiyorum
Sensiz nasıl soluk alırım
Eğer gidersen bir gün
Nasıl yaşarım bundan sonra
Nasıl nasıl
Ah, nasıl yaşarım
Nasıl yaşarım
Bebeğim sensiz
 

House on the Mountain

I'll be milking
You'll be cooking
Living together
In a house on the mountain
Just me, and you
 
I'll be growing potatoes
You'll make me happy
Living together
In a house on the mountain
Just me, and you
 
There'll be no arguing
Only agreement
If you come to live with me
Your mother will dismay
Your father will be in disbelief
But won't you come to live with me?
 
And even though I've only seen you
The once or twice
I'm sure you're the one for me
And me for you
 
There'll be no arguing
Only agreement
If you come to live with me
Your mother will dismay
Your father will be in disbelief
But won't you come to live with me?
 
And later tonight
Once you've been persuaded
With a little bit of cake
Cut it in half
One for me, and the other for you
 
There'll be no arguing
Only agreement
If you come to live with me
Your mother will dismay
Your father will be in disbelief
But won't you come to live with me?
 
There'll be no arguing
Only agreement
If you come to live with me
Your mother will dismay
Your father will be in disbelief
But won't you come to live with me?
But won't you come to live with me?, please!
But won't you come to live with me?
 

Paris

I am on my way again
In my dreams I see my belowed city in the rain
Many years ago in my ardent youth
I sailed down the river of your night lights
 
But don't be sad, beloved city of mine
Magic guard of my bereft tsoul
I haven't forgotten the tinkling of your fountains
I keep your sad fate inside me
 
Paris, Paris... My glorious friend
The silent power of your ancient walls doesn't sleep
Paris, Paris... You are a waking dream
The gray night has fallen in love with you
 
Paris, Paris...
 
But dreams come true and I will come back forever
Into the sweet surrender of your garrets and squares
They'll meet me with the wind
The wind of my hope and love
 
Paris, Paris... My glorious friend
The silent power of your ancient walls doesn't sleep
Paris, Paris... You are a waking dream
The gray night has fallen in love with you
 
Paris, Paris...
 

The First Day

This'll be the first day
Of the rest of my life
I'll take you to the beach on my heavy motorbike
With an irrational love
We'll enjoy too much
Like kids who are unafraid to find or to lose.
 
Just when the night is the blackest
Just when no one believes in light anymore
Just when the wind would slap the crown of my head
When the tears would roll down from my eyes
Like rocks from a mountaintop,
Tomorrow would come.
 
And it'll be the first day
Of the rest of my life
Light will shine for the first time, time will open up its gates
And fresh air will enter,
And fill up my lungs
As if the whole world was just created
 
Just when the night is the blackest
Just when no one believes in light anymore
Just when the wind would slap the crown of my head
When the tears would roll down from my eyes
Like rocks from a mountaintop
The first day of the rest of my life would come
We'll laugh to stretch out all the wrinkles of pain
You'll stand behind me and in front of me and on both sides of me
And inside of me and you'll crush my heart.
 
Just when the night is the blackest
Just when no one believes in light anymore
Just when the wind would slap the crown of my head
When the tears would roll down from my eyes
Like rocks from a mountaintop, tomorrow would come.
 

Respectful obeisances unto the lotus feet of such a spiritual master

1) The spiritual master is receiving benediction from the ocean of mercy. Just as a cloud pours water on a forest fire to extinguish it, so the spiritual master delivers the materially afflicted world by extinguishing the blazing fire of material existence. I offer my respectful obeisances unto the lotus feet of such a spiritual master, who is an ocean of auspicious qualities.
 
2) Chanting the holy name, dancing in ecstasy, singing, and playing musical instruments, the spiritual master is always gladdened by the sankirtana movement of Lord Caitanya Mahaprabhu. Because he is relishing the mellows of pure devotion within his mind, sometimes his hair stands on end, he feels quivering in his body, and tears flow from his eyes like waves. I offer my respectful obeisances unto the lotus feet of such a spiritual master.
 
3) The spiritual master is always engaged in the temple worship of Sri Sri Radha and Krsna. He also engages his disciples in such worship. They dress the Deities in beautiful clothes and ornaments, clean Their temple, and perform other similar worship of the Lord. I offer my respectful obeisances unto the lotus feet of such a spiritual master.
 
4) The spiritual master is always offering Krsna four kinds of delicious food [analyzed as that which is licked, chewed, drunk, and sucked]. When the spiritual master sees that the devotees are satisfied by eating bhagavat-prasada, he is satisfied. I offer my respectful obeisances unto the lotus feet of such a spiritual master.
 
5) The spiritual master is always eager to hear and chant about the unlimited conjugal pastimes of Radhika and Madhava, and Their qualities, names, and forms. The spiritual master aspires to relish these at every moment. I offer my respectful obeisances unto the lotus feet of such a spiritual master.
 
6) The spiritual master is very dear, because he is expert in assisting the gopis, who at different times make different tasteful arrangements for the perfection of Radha and Krsna's conjugal loving affairs within the groves of Vrndavana. I offer my most humble obeisances unto the lotus feet of such a spiritual master.
 
7) The spiritual master is to be honored as much as the Supreme Lord, because he is the most confidential servitor of the Lord. This is acknowledged in all revealed scriptures and followed by all authorities. Therefore I offer my respectful obeisances unto the lotus feet of such a spiritual master, who is a bona fide representative of Sri Hari [Krsna].
 
8) By the mercy of the spiritual master one receives the benediction of Krsna. Without the grace of the spiritual master, one cannot make any advancement. Therefore, I should always remember and praise the spiritual master. At least three times a day I should offer my respectful obeisances unto the lotus feet of my spiritual master.
 
9) One who, with great care and alteration, loudly recites this beautiful prayer to the spiritual master during the Brahma-muhurta obtains direct service to Krsna, the Lord of Vrndavana, at the time of his death.
 

The Wolven Storm - Priscilla's Song

These scars you have been tracing for so long
The paths have crossed to displace the stars
The gaping wounds are to be healed again
As though it were a destiny left in us
Fleeing a dream, I am alone at the break of dawn
Bitter gooseberries, sweet lilac
Your raven locks entwined in a dream
And your violet eyes, moist as you weep
 
I will follow your wolf-like steadfast heart
Pushing its way right through a snowstorm
The wrath, the grief, have moistened my lips
Fleeing a dream, I am alone at the break of dawn
Bitter gooseberries, sweet lilac
Your raven locks entwined in a dream
And your violet eyes, moist as you weep
 
I don't even know if you are my destiny
Or if a chance has brought us here
When I whispered this wish, did it ever grant me a fake love?
Fleeing a dream, I am alone at the break of dawn
Bitter gooseberries, sweet lilac
Your raven locks entwined in a dream
And your violet eyes, moist as you weep
 

Tigerish Eyez

Calling that place superior is extravagant
because it only a house for those who don't be accepted elsewhere
How laughable, if you binded by rules.
Here, names and titles are meaningless
 
Unbalanced diet's suffering is a secret recipe before dinner
At this moment, holding back is a foolish action
Clear my throat, 'Itadakimasu'
 
In this lonely night,
having a feeling of hesitation is not a lie
 
Tigerish Eyez, my sharpened instinct is
attracted by the very strong 'Life'
I want to life as myself, howling and eating my prey
As if it give me support, the wind's blow is following my way
If I give up, then everything will be ended, right?
 
'I won't forgive if you fail to catch him!'
Once or twice, why don't you see many of them?
Inside my heart I feel a bit negativeness
Your name, in my eyes it's glowing
 
Add guaranteed cream on the artist's get rich quick scheme.
With my cat tongue I'll answer a little
about the naive condition of living too long
 
If you can't understand
then there is no difference between compliments and sarcasms
 
Tigerish Eyez, with the burning flame
a passionate yet momentary 'Life' is born
Be burn and boiled, this unshaken voice is
even if I got injured I still want to get up and keep screaming
Because I can only move forward, as no way return for me, right?
 
It's like I see an unawaken dream....
Ah....
 
Tigerish Eyez, my sharpened instinct is
attracted by the very strong 'Life'
I want to life as myself, howling and eating my prey
The freedom I see beyond my destination is infinite
Traces (wounds) I left will be my pride
 
Tigerish Eyez wow…
 

Kellene

Yeah...
Kellene...
Lehetne...
 
[Verse 1]
Nem láttam közeledni. (Yeah, yeah)
Egy külső helyről jöttél.
Egy arkangyal arca. (Yeah, yeah)
Egy elme, dühvel torzulva!
 
[Bridge]
Azt hittem te vagy az akire szükségem van.
Vérzik a szívem!
Az idő mostmár kitörölheti.
 
[Chorus]
Jobban kellett volna szeretned!
Jobban kellett volna bánni velem! (x2)
Kellene, lehetett volna, lehetett volna, tudnál volna, kellett volna!1
 
Lehetett volna, tudnál volna, kellett volna! (x2)
 
[Verse 2]
Emlékszel az összes kis románcra? (Yeah, yeah)
Az éjjelekre amikor a csillagokat figyeltük?
De a hiba ott van a szemedben! (Yeah, yeah)
Miért viselted el eddig?
 
[Bridge]
Azt hittem te vagy az akire szükségem van.
Vérzik a szívem!
Lehetett volna, tudnál volna, kellett volna!
 
[Chorus]
 
Megpróbáltam megváltoztatni az életem,
de ez nem volt elég.
Próbáltam a fejeddel gondolkozni,
de annyira... (x2)
annyira felb*szott!
 
Kellett volna...
Te annyira....
ő-őrültté teszel.
Tudtál volna...
Elb*szott!
Te annyira.... (x2)
ő-őrültté teszel.
Elb*szott!
 
Azt hiszed hogy akarlak téged? (Csak őrülként)
Azt gondolod annyira jó vagy.
Ugyan, Drágám!
Játszol velem! (Tudom hogy megtennéd)
Ugyan, Drágám!
Játszol velem! (Mert megteheted)
Ugyan, Drágám!
Ő-őrült!
Elb*szott!
 
Jobban kellett volna szeretned!
(Jobban szeretlek...)
Jobban kellett volna bánni velem!
(...annál ahogy valaha is fogsz tudni!)
Kellene, lehetett volna, lehetett volna, tudnál volna, kellett volna!
 
Jobban kellett volna szeretned!
Jobban kellett volna bánni velem!
Kellene, lehetett volna, lehetett volna, tudnál volna, kellett volna!
 
Jobban kellett volna szeretned!
(Jobban szeretlek...)
Jobban kellett volna bánni velem! (x2)
(...annál ahogy valaha is fogsz tudni!)
Kellene, lehetett volna, lehetett volna, tudnál volna, kellett volna!
 
Ke-ke-kellett volna...
 

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