A keresés eredménye

Red Hair

The devil told me that he loved me
and in his arms, I felt as if something grew.
Red hair, like the fire that burned
and in the chest, a heart that opened.
 
And its just that you have to be
very stupid to believe
that one day the devil will love you.
Don't you see that it can't be?
Don't you see that it can't be?
If he doesn't even see you
He hasn't a soul or pity
Poor wretch.
Who will take care of you?
 
The devil has certain fixations,
at night he leaves a light on.
Old boy with a vacant gaze
with cold blood
you told me what I wanted to hear.
 
And its just that you have to be
very stupid to believe
that one day the devil will love you.
Don't you see that it can't be?
Don't you see that it can't be?
If he doesn't even see you
He hasn't a soul or pity
Poor wretch.
Who will take care of you?
Who will take care of you?
Who will take care of me?
 

BWV 248 Christmas Oratorio VI, Recitative T: Then Herod secretly summoned the Wisemen.

Recitative T B (Mt. 2, 7-8)
Evangelist
Then Herod secretly summoned the Wisemen,
and with diligence he learned from them
when the star was to appear.
And he sent them forth to Bethlehem and said:
Herod
Go there and look diligently for the baby,
and when you find him, bring me word,
that I as well may come and worship him.
 
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Depressed

She lives in the center and eccentrically
For work she's a student
That falls under VAT
Addicted to cosmetics
At Hondos drugs are distributed
She shops at Zara and is an activist
She hoards cats and dogs
And only eats organic food
Instead of change, she gives kisses
With her body that looks like a drawing
 
Depressed by nature
Depressed by nature
Depressed by nature
Depressed
 
She lives in the center that's why she knows a lot
Be careful, you might see her in your dream and like it
She'll like it then
But don't do her wrong
She'll cut you in half with two eyes like swords
She sleeps late at night and doesn't wake up in a good mood
Unless you do her with the shutters still closed
She talks and changes the dictionaries
She only eats magazines
She looks up high and sees rats with wings
While dead flowers fall and invisible violins play
 
Depressed by nature
Depressed by nature
Depressed by nature
Depressed by nature
 
She lives with precaution in a country of old people
And she doesn't even want to have kids
She radiates something provocatively
In a frequency I can't hear
 
Depressed by nature
By nature
By nature
By nature...
 
I don't want
I don't want to sleep
I don't want to close my eyes and sleep
 

Ιt's not late

They await us
The beauties
Of this world
Like the wounds that
Open again in secret
Underneath new clothes.
 
You drive
I travel
I know what I'm doing
Who am I kidding?
Like I'm opening winds
Underneath heavy clothes.
 
I drive fast
In kilometres or miles
I can't see well.
How many ways
To view reality are there?
How many people can fit in one?
I don't want to know
What comes next.
I have half
I want double
But it's late,
It's late.
You have cold
And I have fire
It's not late,
It's not late.
 
Where are they going
All to the same place?
Others die,
Others even live for a while.
To open wings,
It's not late
It's not late
It's not late..