A keresés eredménye

Evening Song

The evening falls on the streets again
Slowly, like a gauzy veil.
My tranquil steps
Are heading home now.
 
Another day has passed,
But I didn't live it in vain today,
And finally, in the evening,
I'm coming to you again, my darling.
 
Lights are on at windows,
Which seem to be huge beads.
I look at them and I can guess
A longing beyond each of them.
 
Everywhere someone is waiting,
Everywhere someone is coming,
And then I want to get to you
As soon as possible.
 

One minute

At the faculty, in the corner, the clock is laughing
but the people around don't know it's voice
He had a guess - looking year after year
why they're looking fastly to the dial
I'm looking the same way, for the fun of it,
a minutet went by - time is flying
but the clock is sneaky, it knows how I long
and is telling me softly:
 
Chorus:
 
One minute,
tick-tock, went by
The seconds are coming
but they're sitting too little
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
 
A quarter of an hour went by, time is flying
I'm feeling warm, lighting again a cigarette
so many youngsters are coming one by one and then
they're walking two by two, arm in arm
You're saying that you're judging the man by his actions
Well, look: actually you told me: 7 o'clock!
And this clock, if I could, I'd set it on fire
Doesn't want to sit...
 
Chorus:
 
O minute,
tick-tock, went by
I'm watching the dial
and it seems an year for me!
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
 
45 minutes...
You smoked your cigarette pack, come and go
but if those deary eyes are coming smiling, who am-I gonna ask?
I'm watching the clock - what do I see? - quarter to seven!
This mistery is giving me problems:
Why did I come an hour earlyer?
But the clock is shaking its head with parental words:
It's happening when you're in love!
 
Chorus:
 
La-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
One minute,
tick-tock, went by
The seconds are coming
but they're sitting too little
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la-li-lu-li-la...
 

Eight floor, second floor,

With my bag full of letters
as I'm starting from the morning
they're waiting for me lovingly everywhere
I'm asking which flower's perfume
is usually hiding an envelope
and happily I'm starting...
 
Eight floor, second floor,
from a place to another in a joyful step
they're gonna welcome as if i'm a guest
With a bag full of letters
it ain't hard to climb or go down
when you're carrying joys.
Eight floor, second floor,
from a place to another in a joyful step
a glad tiding to share to anyone
the postman comes smiling
 
Block houses are rising to the sky
in the new neighbourhood,
at the windows the first occupants laugh
no one knows that between them
there's one on the third floor
who likes my eyes.
 
Eight floor, second floor,
from a place to another in a joyful step
they're gonna welcome as if i'm a guest
With a bag full of letters
it ain't hard to climb or go down
when you're carrying joys.
Eight floor, second floor,
from a place to another in a joyful step
a glad tiding to share to anyone
the postman comes smiling
smiling...