A keresés eredménye oldal 5

The Wind

Those who are afraid of the death can't know the pleasure of life
Those be of one heart and say that,
Fire from blood with a great faith in veins
To the conqueror generation who has come to conquer the land!
 
To a soul taken a lesson like this, the fatherland may seem spare
Soul will want another conquest as he do, horizon not far to him
That generation has satisfied with conquest's thrill through the wind
Even horses could hear the warcrys among them
 
Is there a soul who doesn't know the great commander?
Who demolished the horizon and set bulwark against the foes
To feed his horse upon another soil,
Many mounted sank into the wind of conquest!
 

Little Boat

The birches outside Moscow
Rustled in the distance,
A boat sailed and rocked
Along the Yauza River,
A boat sailed and rocked
Along the Yauza River.
 
Long ago we went away
To all ends of the country,
But we are still faithful
To our friendship, as before,
But we are still faithful
To our friendship, as before.
 
Above us is the sky of the Motherland,
And it is so light around,
As if we sailed
On a boat in our youth,
As if we sailed
On a boat in our youth,
 
The water churns under the oars,
The rudder will not tremble in the hand,
The boat rushes further
On the morning river,
The boat rushes further
On the morning river.
 
Our path does not end,
The river's space is vast,
And a fair breeze
Drives the boat forward,
And a fair breeze
Drives the boat forward.
 

Money of America

Oh, just, (you both) sold me
For money
For America's money
Sold me to strangers
 
You had no pity mom
For me
You had no pity dad
To me
 
Oh, just, I have one husband
Who beats me
And the father-in-law drives me away
To the streets of America
 
They had no pity mom
For me
They had no pity daddy
To me
 
Oh, yes, and he (husband) beats me
And they scold me
Mom, they don't give me peace
 
Oh, yes, and for days
And at night
Rise I up and humiliate me
With tears
Rise I up and humiliate me
With tears
 
Oh, just, help (you both) mom
Help dad
Don't let me die/perish
They come to take me away
 
And to strangers mom
Don't let me go
And to strangers dad
Don't let me go
 

Bird of Sorrow

I am, O bird of sorrow, stateless like your eyes
 
Feeling like a child, kidnapped by drowsiness early in the night
 
Feeling alienated and joyful, like ships traveling upon the sea
 
Stateless and homeless, your eyes are my home
 
Coming back from a song, O time lost in time
 
Her voice cries so I hold it, between the flowers of silence and weakness
 
From the borders of yesterday, O dream, a bird on a branch visited me
 
What an illusion you live in, you were in my thoughts and also weren't
 

The Wind Sings Now in Those Places

The wind sings now
In those places, our old song, our song
Cease, don't tell anymore
Don't remind our love in the bygone, ah, our love
Cease, don't tell anymore
Don't remind our love in the bygone, ah, our love
It was a winter day, it* has begun
This plaintive romance of our lifetime, of our lifetime
Cease, don't tell anymore
Don't remind our love in the bygone, ah, our love
Cease, don't tell anymore
Don't remind our love in the bygone, ah, our love
 

Oh A Red Rose A Rose That's Red

Oh a red rose a rose that's red I (2)
Had I a Husband I had Husband
I had husband a drunkard
 
He did not not work no he just drank | (2)
Came home he did he did come home
He came home he beat me so
 
Don't hit me husband don't beat me| (2)
I'll leave You my Children my children I'll leave you
My self I'll go past the Danube
 
And as I at upon a boat | (2)
A White Handkerchief a kerchief that's White
A white handkerchief I did wave
 
I 'll unbraid my hair down my shoulders | (2)
Not once I deeply not once I bitterly
Not once I'll cry so bitterly
 
Oh A Red Rose - A White Flower | (2)
Oh what for what Oh for what has My Beloved
Has so wasted my whole world
 
Return Oh Wife do return Home | (2)
You're child is crying cryin's your child
Your Child is crying after You
 
And where do you husband spend the night | (2)
You're child is crying cryin's your child
Your Child is crying don't you hear
 
 

We Used To Have a Mill

oh how beautiful were the nights
and the air used to keep waiting for us
you come and find me, and they take us away..
the sound of water and the nights
 
we used to have a mill next to the spring of water
and in front of it there were a lot of shady fields
and my grandfather used to grind for the neighborhood..
wheat and flowers
 
and people stayed in these fields
sometimes they had bags and sometimes they had trollies
they went and came along the way
and songs were rumbling
 
oh
oh soirees of the nights
oh
oh sweet one who I'm thinking of
sing oh
sing oh
sing along the ways
 
yay yay yay
oh soirees of the nights
yay yay yay
oh sweet one who I'm thinking of
sing oh
sing oh
sing along the ways
 
days passed, and slowly,
the mill next to the water became silent
and my grandfather became the mill of memories
grinding sun and shade
 
oh
oh soirees of the nights
oh
oh sweet one who I'm thinking of
sing oh
sing oh
sing along the ways
 
yay yay yay
oh soirees of the nights
yay yay yay
oh sweet one who I'm thinking of
sing oh
sing oh
sing along the ways
 

Nighttime gatherings

Versions: #1
How beautiful the nights were
Where the wind would stay waiting for us
And you'd come and find me and it'd take us far away1
[Oh,] the clamor of the water and the night...
 
We used to have a mill at a water-spring
And in front of it were piazzas planted with shade
And Grandpa used to mill for the district
Wheat and spices...2
 
And the people would stay in those squares
Some with bags and others with carts
Coming and going all along the road
Clamoring with song...
 
Oh!
O, to stay up the night3...
Oh!
O, so sweet in my mind...
Sing -- oh!
Sing -- oh!
Sing in the streets!
 
Hey, hey, hey
O, to stay up the night...
Hey, hey, hey
O, so sweet in my mind...
Sing (oh!)
Sing (oh!)
Sing in the streets!
 
And the days went by, and little by little
The mill went silent on the shoulder of the water
And Grandpa became a miller of memories
Grinding sunlight and shade...
 
Oh!
O, to stay up the night...
Oh!
O, so sweet in my mind...
Sing -- oh!
Sing -- oh!
Sing in the streets!
 
Hey, hey, hey
O, to stay up the night...
Hey, hey, hey
O, so sweet in my mind...
Sing (oh!)
Sing (oh!)
Sing in the streets!
 

• 1. The word in the song is بعيد 'far away', not بعيني 'in/with my eye'.
• 2. I hear زهريّات with a Z at the beginning, which would mean 'spices', not سهريّات with an S.
• 3. سهر refers to staying up all night together, chitchatting and having a good time.

My Mother is the Call of Tenderness

My mother, my mother is the call of tenderness
and the serenity of safety
and the happiest dream
my mother
 
during the sorrow of the heart
and in the nights of insomnia
the sweetest thing that I say is..
'my mother'
 
when I'm singing my melody
in the calmness of wishing
the most beautiful son that I sing is..
'my mother'
 

My Mother is the Call of Tenderness

My mother, my mother is the call of tenderness
and the serenity of safety
and the happiest dream
my mother
 
during the sorrow of the heart
and in the nights of insomnia
the sweetest thing that I say is..
'my mother'
 
when I'm singing my melody
in the calmness of wishing
the most beautiful son that I sing is..
'my mother'
 

Oh my Heart, don't Make your Heart tired

oh my heart, don't make your heart tired, I will always love you
you go away a lot
then you come back to the stairs of Baalbek
 
oh my heart, don't make your heart tired, I will always love you
 
you're walking and the moon is walking, and you're sending letters
oh my heart that is like a butterfly around lamps
you don't know the glow of fire and you don't continue the journey
and you're confused when it comes to love, you go and come back to Baalbek
 
who woke me up from sleep..
and took me to your eyes from the first day
who am I and who are you? we are the forgotten ones
and my way took me away from your way
 

Red Lipstick

Hey come here baby, you see
I have something new
But only if you want to be more excited
I wag my tail
but I'm not a wolf
and you're not an innocent lamb.
So shut up...
 
I know the strict blondes
I know the naked browns
I know the teens, the virgins
I know all kind
but
Like you, who's not only beatiful but making me so horny
I've never seen
 
Red lipstick, hot bitch, if this is all you want
While you live, I will love you and I'll never let you go
 
Neither the lazy hooker from Budapest
Nor the spoiled dame
get me off
I don't need the drama
Like you, who's so hot that making me horny
I've never seen
 
Red lipstick, hot bitch, if this is all you want
While you live, I will love you and I'll never let you go
 
Red lipstick, hot bitch, if this is all you want
While you live, I will love you and I'll never let you go
 
If you want I'll put handcuffs on you
I'll beat you with a whip
I know well you love when it hurts
 
Red lipstick, hot bitch, if this is all you want
While you live, I will love you and I'll never let you go
 
Red lipstick, hot bitch, if this is all you want
While you live, I will love you and I'll never let you go
 
If you want I'll put handcuffs on you
I'll beat you with a whip
But I will
Never
Let you
Go....
 

Ne átkozz, ne hibáztass, Anya

Ne átkozz, ne hibáztass, Anya
Ne kérdezz a sorsomról
Mindent amim volt neki adtam, Anya
Ne átkozz, ne hibáztass, Anya
 
Bárhova is megyek, gondolok rá, Anya
Mindenhova követ a kibírhatatlan szomorúság
Nappal és éjszaka is rá gondolom, Anya
Ne átkozz, ne hibáztass, Anya
 

Az utcákon szél

Az utcákon szél, eszemben szerelem van
Éjfélkor hajdani eső halkan
Énekel gyengéden
Nagyon messze van, ki hiányzik nekem
 
Életteli napok, az élet szép volt
A nap az ő nevetésével múlt
Kezeim nem nyúlnak, nem érinthetnek
Nagyon messze van, ki hiányzik nekem
 
Ő is hiányolt, az én egyetlenem
Nagyon fázott távollétemben
Így ír utolsó levelében
 
Ő is hiányolt, az én egyetlenem
Mindig sírt távollétemben
Így ír utolsó levelében.
 

Once Three Girlfriends Out Of Spite

Once three girlfriends out of spite
Fucked the son of local priest.
But the priest was in a plight:
He jerked off till midnight feast.
 
© St.Sol @ LT: all rights reserved.

Georgian song

Versions: #2
I will plant a grapeseed in the warm and fertile georgian soil,
I will kiss the grapevine and I'll gather the amber-ripe grapes,
And I'll call all my friends and I'll tune to love my heart and soul,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place?
 
Come on gather my guests and partake of the meal in our session,
Come on speak to my face who i am , what you think is my worth...
King of heaven will pardon my faults and forgive my transgressions
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth?
 
In the dark red attire you'll be singing to me , oh, my darling,
In the black-white attire I will kneel with her hand on my face,
And I'll listen to her till I die of the sad love she's sharing,
Else what for am I still living here in this eternal place?
 
And if sunset should fume all around me and sweep at the corners,
Let me see many times as a glimpse of a dream floating forth
The white ox, the blue eagle, and the golden forelle in their honour,
Else what for am I still living here on this eternal earth?
 

My father

My father who is not in the village any more
My father who may be one day, very discretely, I loved.
My father who went by the path without envies
My father who may be one day, very discretely, I loved.
By the blood so brave which runs in my veins
by the features of your face which are fading
 
As the shout which drowns my chest
My father !
By the scarf which was dividing entirely your belly
My father !
By the secrets of the onion in my mother’s fingers
My father !
By the pallid evenings in the house of the house
My father !
By the dreams which might be yours
sliding by the sink
my father, by my brothers
sliding by the sink….
That the memory find you
the memory of the father and of the son
the memory, the old female cat,
the memory, oh my father.
 
By the ties which unite me to your names
your hands and your round skull
and your laugh I did not like
my father !
When I only wanted to go to pick
my father !
Fennel, passed the reds’ bridge,
my father !
That it find intact my griefs
a six-years old little girl’s griefs
my father !
 
I find intact, my father,
your story and mine
my father, together, loving each other
you story and mine
 
Cock, hen, chick, my father ?
Cock, hen, chick my father
my father !
 
As never we could be,
As never they will able to be, now,
As never we could be,
As never they will able to be, now
As never we could be,
As never they will able to be, now
As never we could be,
As never they will able to be, now
 
Cock, hen, chick, my father ?
Cock, hen, chick my father ?
My father !
 
My father who is not in the village any more.
 

She Dances

She dances,
and that dance
excites me1 and my imagination
(and my imagination, and my imagination)
her waist, it's my madness
and makes me lose all reason
Maybe I'll play the role of a lunatic, seductor
and I'll lose my composure,
maybe I'll lose total control
 
She dances
and it kills me
Step by step, my heart beats without mercy
She dances
and enchants me
She's like a dream, a mirage, that excites me,
and why not?
She dances (ooh)
and disarms me
 
She dances
and that dance
becomes a vice, practically an obsession
(practically an obsession, practically an obsession)
And nude,
uncensored,
Now I visualize her in my room.
 
Maybe I'll play the role of a lunatic, seductor
and I'll lose my composure,
maybe I'll lose total control
 
She dances
and it kills me
Step by step, my heart beats without mercy
She dances
and enchants me
She's like a dream, a mirage that excites me,
and why not?
She dances (ooh)
and disarms me
 
She dances
and it kills me
Step by step, my heart beats without mercy
She dances
and enchants me
She's like a dream, a mirage, that excites me,
and why not?
She dances (ooh)
and disarms me
 

• 1. Literally: shakes the floor. This is an idiom that is used for someone that you like who excites you or makes you nervous to be around

I Have Fallen For A Soul Mate

I have fallen for a soul mate,
She is hunchbacked and she's old.
Well, such troubled times loom lately,
That you have to stick with gold.
 
© St.Sol @ LT: all rights reserved.

Casablanca

I want to put the world on 'pause'
and give 'play' to your song,
my guitar on your body
and our love under heaven.
Spend the night with bachatas,
the moon, and a drink of rum
to soothe the emotion,
to quiet this pain.
 
Let's pass the time dancing,
that with each step
we come back to the troubles that always remain.
You see that there are only moments in life
that come and go, that will never return.
Everyone is made up of a thousand emotions,
that sometimes we keep looking for reasons
But what's the use
if we always end up at the same place,
at the same place?
So hold me tight,
believe that there is no tomorrow,
like that night we made love
in Casablanca. (X2)
 

Oh, My Dear Girlfriend...

Oh, my dear girlfriend, let me
Tell you in strict secret:
I enjoyed a lot of candy,
But big dick's the best yet!
 
© St.Sol @ LT: all rights reserved.

Suburb's song

I love the scrawny vegetable garden
that from the factory feel resentful
and I’m pleased to surround my life
of this indifferent landscape.
 
And I’m pleased by the coloured moment :
People of salad and afternoon snack
A damsel bare chested
and a song which makes cry
 
And a humble man who at the air shows
a brave front and a slave eye
and goes with a cap and the espadrille
and the small bundle and the blue clothes
 
Here I see the world offered to me
cold and terrible as the death.
And is so miserable and so poor
the small bell of mi heart.
 
From the flatterers run away the crowd
and on my face there is no veil
and I can look at my bared soul
with no suspicion
 
I love the desolate vegetable garden
the lethargic peach tree which dies
and the silvered herring,
porrón of blood (1), golden tomato
 
I‘m following your fixation
strange men with good teeth
Who will return to misery
a little more happy !
 
Last sorrows, last pains
tear, rose, pearl and kiss.
Last this heart and those veins
last this eye which doesn’t see nothing.
 
Clothes burning that the pleasure rip,
Dance for me ! Loyal man
come, let’s smoke our pipe
on the virginal grass.
 
Say me about the strong marvels
of your labour, of your torment.
Under the stars concert
let’s go smoke quietly.
 

Mechita

Mechita of my dreams
seductive little doll
your youth accumulate
an entire world of splendour
the mystery of your eyes
disturbed all my calm
and makes born in my soul
an expectation of love (twice)
 
Mechita you are nice
your eyes,
your eyes fascinate me,
your mouth
your divine mouth
I would like to kiss
Mechita you know very well
how much
how much I love you
for that I beg you
to not make me suffer anymore !! (twice)
 

Full moon melody

I saw a black heron
Giving a combat to a river
Like this it’s how your heart fall in love
with mine
 
Full waning moon, moon, moon
Full waning moon, moon, moon
 
Let go my boy to the house
And bring me back the rifle
To shoot this sparrow hawk
which doesn’t leave me hens
The moon is looking at me
 
I don’t know what it seeing me
I have clean clothing
Yesterday I washed it
 
Full waning moon,moon moon
Full waning moon, moon, moon
 

My dear

Think on me, my dear, think on me
when the switches have a dig at you in the morning.
I won’t make you warmer the cold
either sweeter the coffee and milk
but think on me
my dear
think on me
Think on me when the wage doesn’t come to you
or when they brush you in the metro at eight and half.
and bring me
embroidered on your blouse
or painted on your red smile.
Swing me
of your earrings.
Border me with your rings
And let me come with you, let me come.
Let me go where you go to, let me go.
My dear, between pleasure and pain
enlaced against a poem
you read in secret.
The lazy town will yawn
when you will indicate the hour and open the office windows
And the birds will affect you
which nest in your hair,
the heart say you :
the bird put in cages, dies.
They bring me in the feathers dreams and beats
when they knock on my panes with their beaks
and tell me
the small white history
which between four walls faded.
 
They squeak
the spring dies,
when it can’t go out for a walk.
Let me go with you, let me go
Let me go where you go to, let me go
my dear, and the face turns red
 
Think we still have
your birds path
to fly it you and me with them.
 

In my Land of Veracruz

In my land of Veracruz
I only want to drink coffee
A little bit of sugar and cane
To get me to move my feet
From the stalk of a banana
Of it's green and brown skin
I'm all in love again
I just want to see you again
See you again
See you again
My land in Veracruz, I want to see you
See you again
See you again
My land in Veracruz, I want to love you
In my land of Veracruz
I just want to hug the sea
See the night from a hammock
In the morning just sing
My legs enter the field
In the sand only dance
In a ship to give my dreams
And in my house to be lazy
See you again
See you again
My land in Veracruz, I want to see you
See you again
See you again
My land in Veracruz I want to love you
There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss you
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about you
This distance makes me miss you
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about you
I paint melodies with your landscapes
With your landscapes of lime green
A guava rose that I'll use for love
A red yellow pitaya and the flower
Blue of your gulf for passion
See you again
See you again
My land in Veracruz, I want to see you
See you again
See you again
Coffee with bread
In my land of Veracruz
I only want to drink coffee
A little bit of sugar and cane
To get me to move my feet
From the stalk of a banana
Of it's green and brown skin
I'm all in love again
I just want to see you again
See you again
See you again
My land in Veracruz, I want to see you
See you again
See you again
(x3)
 

Prison song

Now you got two years,
Because the life is so nice with you.
You robbed the bank in the corner.
You see, that was your mistake.
In the cells, you will find a friend,
Who will smoke with you sometimes.
So you won't be lonly.
 
On the black walls of your cell,
Sign every day.
Here you can train your shoulder,
Even get into shape.
And if you are looking for answers,
While you see apologetic faces,
Just say a prayer because
 
The soap is greasy and the floor is wet,
You will get striped tan, the time stands still.
Maybe it is just a nightmare.
-Yes, I have to wake up!
But the lock is on your cell door,
It sees you after every night.
 
Do you still think of Elsa?
What has she become?
Her long blonde hair,
It is not the wind who plays with her hair now.
I know you have already regretted what you did.
You desire the taste of the sun.
But just say a prayer because
 
The soap is greasy and the floor is wet,
You will get striped tan, the time stands still.
Maybe it is just a nightmare.
-Yes, I have to wake up!
Yeah, it is truly a nightmare.
-I know, I just have to wake up!
But the lock is on your cell door,
It sees you after every night.
 
And if you are looking for answers,
While you see apologetic faces,
Just say a prayer because
 
The soap is greasy and the floor is wet,
You will get striped tan, the time stands still.
Maybe it is just a nightmare.
-Yes, I have to wake up!
Yeah, it is truly a nightmare.
-I know, I just have to wake up!
But the lock is on your cell door,
It sees you after every night.
 

Crazy

My voices are air, they fly,
my moons are suns, they lie,
my days are dirt, they weigh,
my eyes are water, fountains.
 
Oh, how my wings weigh me down,
oh, how I want to kiss the air,
my feathers are tired,
make my heart dance.
 
Oh, crazy, crazy, little crazy, crazy,
that's how my mouth is,
even if it kisses with its fruits,
of words it is wrong.
 
Solitude in company,
verses that become kisses,
take care of my soul
without disguising de quietness.
 
I want, i want my infinite doubt,
oh so much, oh so much red wine and seeing you.
Oh mother, oh mother,
my course is to see you.
 
Let me live my life,
land, sea, and green pines.
Oh, crazy, little crazy one, crazy.
 

Red cock Black cock

When sings the black cock
It’s because the day finishes yet.
If was singing the red cock,
an other cock would sing
 
Ah ! If I lie,
that the song I sing
the wind remove it
 
Ah ! What a deception,
if the wind were remove
what I sing.
 
They met on the sand
both cocks face to face.
The black cock was tall,
But the red was brave.
 
Ah ! If I lie,
that the song I sing
the wind remove it
 
They looked each other face to face
and attacked the black first
The red cock is brave,
but the black is treacherous.
 
Ah ! If I lie,
that the song I sing
the wind remove it
 
Back cock, black cock,
black cock I advertise it to you
a red cock don’t surrender
not before when is yet died.
 
Ah ! If I lie,
that the song I sing
the wind remove it
 

I never leave entirely

I never leave entirely
I don't like goodbyes
Water simply goes
Stuck in its headspring
That's its way of life
 
Something always remains
Something to be done
Sometimes I almost regret
But they're things I invent
Afraid of losing you
 
I left a marked book
And a rosemary vase
I opened my curtains
And made my bed
So you will remember me
 
I never leave entirely
I live on two desires:
One that goes on the stream
The other stuck in the headspring
Stays for the longing
 

Long Live Santa Cruz!

Long live Santa Cruz
beautiful land of my heart,
you've got the virtuousness
and the scent of enchantment.
 
In your blue sky
the stars talk about love,
nights of passion
when one falls in love in Santa Cruz.
 
When I leave,
oh my little sweetheart,
I will depart crying,
long live Santa Cruz!
Long live Santa Cruz
 
Under the moonlight
I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you
and tell you I love you
sweet cambita flower of Santa Cruz.
 

Per Revolution

If I'm in the wind, can I comb my hair?
Wherever I am, like bul-bul are you chasing on my shoulder?
From each saliva not case sadness,comb your hair.
You're not the Bulbul, you're going to this mountain.
I'm crying tears just to see you, he said to the cheek of the flower.
In the mountain breast getting a whole spring honey lip.
...
Come on, the Moon in the beautiful swimming I know that wasn't the half of it.
I miss believe you know that girl is a boy.
That's what I was trying to fall in love with you if I see the grapes laughing.
You my of the credit in is, that all know this love.
I tears tears tears tears only to you.
In the mountain breast getting a whole spring honey lip.