A keresés eredménye oldal 19

Drunk

Running into your arms
Like for the first time
What a pity! not destined to choose a hearth
Me
She is flowed, as if made of glass
Love is our higness
I tacklehug you
like she does
 
Drunk, drunk
Weak, weak
I'm yours, I'm your forever
Drunk, drunk
Weak, weak
I'm yours, I'm your forever
 
Lighthouses showed a way
Where I'm not waited for
Learned how to look
Without blinking, they lie
It's me fading away and becoming you
Surely, I am your love
It means I can't
But I flow away as water
 
Drunk, drunk
Weak, weak
I'm yours, I'm your forever
Drunk, drunk
Weak, weak
I'm yours, I'm your forever
 

High Stakes Game

The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
 
And only the night knows
In satin repose,
How city is playing
On strings of the soul.
It will grin and flout,
It will say: It's time!
High stakes game's about
To start on a dime.
 
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide, what you hide...
 
And only the night knows
How ghostlike are days,
They ain't drenched in bright paint,
But in bloody stains.
You got what you wanted:
Unhappy big time,
High stakes game's about
To start on a dime.
 
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
 
And only the night can
Besot without wine,
Of what crimes, what vile plan
It's guilty this time?
And you'll sway in doubt -
That means it is time,
High stakes game's about
To start on a dime.
 
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
The money burns pockets,
The street lights abide,
And only the night knows
What you hide inside.
 
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Why?

Why should I always go till very endpoint,
Why should I always guess what waits ahead?
If you would want a joyride,
Smoke your last joint.
And if you'd want to be rich,
Steal instead.
 
The children play without getting tired,
What can the elders' wisdom give to them?
Their simple game leaves much to be desired:
To blossom now, tomorrow to succumb.
 
What is the point to be ornate and complex,
When simple joys deliver what you crave?
The fact is that you wouldn't bring no objects,
Lo! Nothing you could carry to the grave.
 
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Everything's Fine!

In that land of distant dreams
There's no grief nor tears, it seems -
Everything's fine, all is okay.
 
Captains drink expensive wine,
Ships go down and don't repine -
Everything's fine, all is okay.
 
In the land that knows no storms
Living blithe seems like the norm -
Everything's fine, all is okay.
 
Captains drink expensive wine,
Ships go down and don't repine -
Everything's fine, all is okay.
 
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Adrenaline

I wake up in the morning
It makes me a propeller
I want you, I do not want you, if I want you I do not know
It's called adrenaline
Increases tension
I am overwhelmed by too much confusion
Oriental intrigues, the nuclear explosion
The eviction of the house I have now
The vasoconstrictors are reactors for me
My system is tired of a white eroticism
 
Adrenaline adrenaline
Adrenaline adrenaline
Adrenaline adrenaline
Is like a cyclone that sets in motion
Adrenaline adrenaline
The desire to shout and let me vent
Pure adrenaline never misses me
Take whatever you want
I never miss you if you want
 
It's called adrenaline, it's not cocaine
Natural product also granted by the state
It's called adrenaline, it's not a pure drug
It is a tension-reducing reducer
Sex along the avenues, sex in the premises
Sex at breakfast maybe not
The vasoconstrictors are reactors for me
My system is tired of a white eroticism
 
Adrenaline adrenaline
Adrenaline adrenaline
Adrenaline adrenaline
It's like a cyclone that comes into operation
Adrenaline adrenaline
The desire to shout and let me vent
Pure adrenaline never misses me
Take whatever you want
I never miss you if you want
Kiss me kiss kiss me
Do not say no or I will inspect it
Kiss me kiss kiss me
Do not say no or I will inspect it
 
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The way long with clouds

The road, the road it leads from the doorstep,
it leads from the doorstep to the shiny dream.
Even if the dream is unreachable, but it still feels nice
when you walk back home
 
(...)
Its nice to be under sky,
feeling like in a boat under sails,
together with trustful friends,
sailing whenever the horizon lies.
Walking the road along with clouds,
road with clouds,
it feels good when we are together
and we are just walking back home.
 
Roads, roads, they are like caring arms,
Like caring arms of good friends,
The travel gives us many good friends,
and its much more entertaining to walk together with friends!
 
(...)
 
The road, the road, it resembles a friend,
It looks like a friend, with which always,
Its always funny, and never too tight in space,
even on a most narrow path, never!
 
(...)
 

Come

Come
Come whoever you are, come
Come whoever you are, come
 
You are an unbelieving idolater, a pagan, come
You are an unbelieving idolater, a pagan, come
Our home is not a place of desperation
And even if you've violated a promise a hundred times, come
 
Come, come
Come, come
 
You are an unbelieving idolater, a pagan, come
You are an unbelieving idolater, a pagan, come
Our home is not a place of desperation
And even if you've violated a promise a hundred times, come
 
Come, come
Come
 
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Leningrad

It's already evening on the Seven Hills, and my hands got cold.
What else won't encounter, who else won't wait?
The numbers in black on the ticket and the sound of the train station.
These images I will keep in my mind, taking one step forward.
 
Night.
My voice is flowing through the wires,
Dividing the path in two, and I go after it
A little slower by 'Red Arrow' 1
 
Mother, I'm coming back home!
Mother, you were right.
This city is foreign to me.
Mother, I'm coming back to Leningrad.
 
The coldness is almost unbearable, the time is frozen.
I run away from the Seven Hills, to save myself.
Dividing into 'Before' and 'After', I will believe again.
I'm risking, I start everything again, looking for love.
 
Night.
My voice is flowing through the wires,
Dividing the path in two, and I go after it
A little slower by 'Red Arrow' 1
 
Mother, I'm coming back home!
Mother, you were right.
This city is foreign to me.
Mother, I'm coming back to Leningrad.
 
I'm coming back to Leningrad.
I'm coming back to Leningrad.
I'm coming back to Leningrad.
I'm coming back to ...
 

• Кра́сная стрела́ - a train connection Moscow and Saint Petersburg

Song for Dad

Versions: #2
So many songs we sang together
For our dear mother,
But until this song
There was no single song for dad
()
Dad can do anything, everything
He can swim brass, he can argue in bass, he can chop wood,
Dad can do, Dad can be - anything, but
He cannot, no he cannot be Mom,
He cannot, no he cannot be Mom
 
If Dad is at home, the house is in order:
Gas is burning, and light is not dimming,
No doubt, Dad is most important in the house,
When mom is not there, just by accident
 
()
 
Dad can manage even hardest task.
If you just give him enough time,
And what Dad could not solve,
We will solve with Mom after.
 
Dad can do anything, everything
He can swim brass, he can argue in bass, he can chop wood,
Dad can do, Dad can be - anything, but
He cannot, no he cannot be Mom,
He cannot, no he cannot be Mom
 
()
 

Nothing upset you

Nothing upset you
Nothing scare you
Everything happens
With patience
Everything achieves
God does not change
 
Nothing upset you
Nothing scare you
Who has God
 
Nothing lacks
Nothing upset you
Nothing scare you
God alone is sufficient
 
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I want to build a house

I want to build a house in the middle of the sea
I want to build a house in the middle of the sea
 
Made of peacock feathers
Made of peacock feathers
 
(I want ) to made the steps of gold and silver
(I want ) to made the steps of gold and silver
 
And the balcony of precious stones
And the balcony of precious stones
 
When my little girl goes to look
When my little girl goes to look
 
Anyone who says, anyone:
'Now the sun shines!'
 
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If I were more sympathetic I would be less unpleasant

If I were more sympathetic I would be less unpleasant
If I was more unpleasant I would be less sympathetic
 
I'm not a nice and beautiful one
I'm not a Lucky
I am a bold and healthy man
I'm not an airplane
I am very terrible
I'm not a dirigible
 
I'm one whose matter the height
I'm not a lightning rod
I'm a man without her
A pinzi pinzibei
I'm an exceptional man
I'm a natural son
 
I'm one of the reserve
I'm the servant's son
I'm a man without a bitch
Three coffee with chicory
If I had a frock coat I would be a salamander
If I was from Ciociaria, I would sell myself very expensive
 
I am a man that weighs a gram
I'm a radio telegram
I'm a man from Istanbul
I'm a paraf...
I'm one of the most cretinous
I'm Petrolini
 
And if you do not understand me
I'm a pneumonia
I am a man of the League
that the more doesn't care
The sun goes down
Then comes the night
 
If I had more pretensions, I would be a real Englishman
If I were a minister, I would be a bad buy
If I had the toothpick
I would clean my teeth
I feel bad about the stincher
I'm not a Pinker pill
 
If you were a sneer
I'd do see my hottest thing
If I was from Ciociaria
I would sell it most costly
If I were a maiden I would do see the faith
And if you have enough
I sell it at the auction
 
If I were more sympathetic I would be less unpleasant
If I was more unpleasant I would be less sympathetic
The sun goes down
 
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Crazy Russian

Elena Temnikova:
We're still so far, so far away from peace,
In a world where good and evil are battling each other.
In a world where there's too little love,
In a world, where evil is triumphing.
I can't save this world, not without you.
Not without you.
 
ST:
This is my Moscow, but in the enemy hands.
They'll tell me up in heaven what I did wrong.
I grew up on the Moscow river, my home is here.
We didn't reach for the stars, we were like one family.
We made ourselves this way.
In this world you can be kind but you've gotta be prepared to fight.
Today you have a choice.
You have a choice, which caliber should I choose?
If you knew our people, you'd know what they'd answer.
Don't divide the skin of a bear whom you haven't killed yet.(1)
 
Who, who, who?
Who is this crazy Russian?
 
Elena Temnikova:
We're still so far, so far away from peace,
In a world where good and evil are battling each other.
In a world where there's too little love,
In a world, where evil is triumphing.
Only you and me, we'll be together till the end.
Till the end.
 
ST:
The world isn't ready yet, but we are.
We're like our climate, and the climate in Russia is tough.
Whoever tries to bring war here, he'll die on his own mines.
If anything happens, you should know, we'll be as one.
This is my battle and I don't need an order.
There's no way back for any of us.
Today you have a choice.
You have a choice, which caliber should I choose?
Our time has come to leave the darkness.
Tell me who your superhero is and I'll tell you who you are.
 

I will be a viper

It never cared about me
the mirror stage
I never read
political economy studies
 
However if they touch me
where is my weak point
I become glowing
I will be a viper ah ah ah ah will be
 
She never reads newspapers
to relax a bit
She likes more to sing
 
(Do not throw any objects out of the window)
 
I could sing you
the Bellini standard
With Sardinian phonemes
or Japanese
 
The Mongolian trifones the Mongolian triphonies
Anata wa anata to futara anata wa
The Mongolian trifones the Mongolian triphonies
 
It is not presumptuous
but only for essence
If you look at my hands
you do not need to talk
 
However if they touch me
where is my weak point
I become glowing
I will be a viper ah ah ah ah will be
 
She never reads newspapers
to relax a bit
She likes more to sing
 
(Do not throw any objects out of the window)
 
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Down The Street A Winter Windstorm's Drifting Snow

Down the street a winter windstorm's drifting snow,
Right behind the storm my darling walks in tow:
Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure,
My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you!
Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure,
My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you!
 
On your beauty, on your pleasing lovely looks,
Or on your white face, your eyes that give me hooks.
Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure,
My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you!
Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure,
My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you!
 
Your good looks have driven me a bit insane,
Withered handsome lad with grief he can't sustain.
Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure,
My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you!
Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure,
My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you!
 
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Hey, heave ho!

Chorus:
 
Hey, heave ho!
Hey, heave ho!
One more time, now, one more time!
 
We hoist down the birch tree now,
We unfurl its matted boughs,
Oh, yes, yes, oh yes, oh, yes, yes, oh yes,
We unfurl its matted boughs.
 
Chorus
 
We climb up the sandy shores,
Sing to the sun, keeping us warm.
Oh, yes, yes, oh yes, oh, yes, yes, oh yes,
Sing to the sun, keeping us warm.
 
Chorus:
 
Hey, hey, pull on the rope harder!
Sing to the sun, keeping us warm.
Hey, heave ho!
Hey, heave ho!
One more time, now, one more time!
 
Oh, Volga, mother-river,
How deep and how wide you are,
Oh, yes, yes, oh yes, oh, yes, yes, oh yes,
How deep and how wide you are.
 
Chorus:
 
Hey, heave ho!
Hey, heave ho!
One more time now, yes, one more time!
Hey, heave ho!
Hey, heave ho!
 

Russian Rock

They buried Russian rock, they buried it,
Clouds of ash, crowds of burning and dust,
And it lay in a fine, attractive coffin,
Quite unlike a corpse.
 
They buried Russian rock, they buried it,
Teeth ached from the cold wind,
He ruffled tatters of the black spectrum,
And newspapers with sentences of decay,
They buried Russian rock, they buried it,
They pelted it with shit and crucified it,
They trampled it, divorced it, tore it,,
Abused it, swore and howled,
They buried the master of sex-atacks,
Semi-literate pop-minstrels,
All mummified after a fight,
Phonograms and slots,
Show-business covered all expenses,
Professional crowbars and shovels,
So that stupidity doesn't go out of fashion,
So that brains can blossom from cloth and wool.
 
Inspired, they carried the coffin and cancer recedes,
At the funeral they ate and drank sweetly,
Copulated, guzzled bread with gusto,
And crawled, it seems to them, up to the throat,
They buried the revolution of hearing,
The reflections of light and faith,
Who hasn't kicked the fallen in the ear,
Sadomasochists who don't nurse the pain,
Of those willing to turn out,
In Russia they always bury regularly,
We see more sense in death,
That lifeblood flows nicely.
 
The devil gnaws colourful cans,
Licks the skull with great optimism
Prays to holes, Pharisee-toadstools
Tamers of the global show
It's not important to me what style when it's slop
Hardcore, rap or something like that
It's important to sing like you breathe and not blather
So the Russian frost can walk over your skin
 
In the morning they came to enjoy -
Exhume with bleach and dust
Open the coffin and there, inside, emptiness
No one, not a worm, nor an artist
 
Hello from another world...
 

Wide Russian

Like white swan, along the village
Wide Russian swam.
Wave leisurely by painted wrap -
What a beauty, good song...
 
Wide Russian as free bird,
Strong, calm by beauty...
sing, good guys, sing, beautiful girls,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Weeping willow, don't be sad,
Sorry if offended something.
Russian song has both heart and soul
What a beauty, good song...
 
Wide Russian as free bird,
Strong, calm by beauty...
sing, good guys, sing, beautiful girls,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Sing sing sing sing sing sing sing sing,
Everyone who loves Russian song - sing!
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Enchantresses

We are keepers of the forces of nature: the fire, the water,the air,
and the earth.
Look inside yourself - everybody have talantes.
We are ready for a combat!
The villain, run. Be afraid of us: we are the team.
We are strong and friendly.
We save the world from the evil, troubles.
We hit villains! The Veil is wanky.
We,we,we,we... are going ahead!
Our chance! Our hour!
For save the world!
 

Mom, I'm a partisan

Heaven won't take us,
Fire and ashes await.
It's hard to get accustomed to death,
Mom, I'm a partisan.
Our blood is redder than blood.
Redder than the scarlet sunset.
Namely me, nobody other than me, since
Mom, I'm a partisan. (x3)
Mom...
 
The Motherland cries, she's hurting.
The weak are neither against, nor for.
The strong die with dignity.
After saying: Mom, I'm a partisan.
The damp earth will take me.
The soldier will go to sleep forever.
And my final cry shall fly to her.
Mom, I'm a partisan. (x3)
Mom...
 

Let Yourself Be Picked

Pause: before you wither, let yourself be picked,
The eternal blossom no one can predict.
You must know already: what's sweet doesn't last,
Let white petal ripen, don't let it go past.
 
You listen to whisper of unbeknown words
And your head begins to spin...
Let yourself be picked,
Let yourself be picked...
 
Can't invent a fable, can't steal earthly bliss,
Who then will help us both fall into abyss?
Do you see how bridges crumble in our wake?
Only dust remains on words, so vain and fake.
 
You listen to whisper of unbeknown words
And your head begins to spin...
Let yourself be picked,
Let yourself be picked...
 
Let them poke a finger at us to affright,
It's too soon repenting our sins in spite.
Touch the fiery lion, with your hand constrict,
Pause: before you wither, let yourself be picked.
 
You listen to whisper of unbeknown words
And your head begins to spin...
Let yourself be picked,
Let yourself be picked...
 
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Unexpectedly dropped in

There were no dogs- but suddenly they start barking mad,
Late at night- a miracle, or what!
Who is coming? do you hear, in the field behind the shed
Someone's voices heard...
 
You,tired field, do forgive us,
As brothers and sisters we your forgiveness require:
Maybe, we are, for all our past
Lit our last campfire
 
There were no guests- and behold, here they go.
There were no news- so, here they are! Receive!
Like under scarlet willow
Quite unexpectedly gone wild our feast.
 
You,tired field, do forgive us,
As brothers and sisters we your forgiveness require:
Maybe, we are, for all our past
Lit our last campfire.
 
Under the moon, under the fading willows
The guests saw my beloved land
And again took off, oh so hurriedly they go,
And barking of the dogs in the distance ends...
 
Maybe, for the last time they've dropped on us, so sadden,
And maybe, soon, they will visit us...
Like along the garden, scarlet garden
Sadly-sadly the leaves are rustle
 
You,tired field, do forgive us,
As brothers and sisters we your forgiveness require:
Maybe, we are, for all our past
Lit our last campfire.
 

Now Swear, Eat Raw Dirt!

How tensely and sharply the fingers keep tapping
On wet window sill.
The night will run out, then nothing will count -
It seems so to me.
 
Behold, are you standing beneath the right sun?
Now swear, eat raw dirt, that with me you'll burn when we're done.
 
As if from TV screen, the Moon looks asquint at us
As a wet owl.
My angel is frantic as someone hanged night stars
All upside down.
 
Behold, are you standing beneath the right sun?
Now swear, eat raw dirt, that with me you'll burn when we're done.
 
One fragment - to next one, what's wolf's - give to wolf then,
As bell ring - to bell.
One fragment - to next one, what's wolf's - give to wolf then,
What's left to me then?
 
Behold, are you standing beneath the right sun?
Now swear, eat raw dirt, that with me you'll burn when we're done.
 
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So Surprising

Versions: #1#2
It's surprising, so surprising, not to have what you so wanted,
To watch how they play with the grasses:
The lazy and sleepy long tresses.1
 
So surprising, to be born again, yeah..
In the silver lotus, in expectation of wonders,
Hearts are beating freely, hearts of
People that came from nowhere.
 
It's surprising, so surprising, to have yourself lost at the daybreak,
To knock on the doors made from clear glass,
While knowing that no one will answer.
 
So surprising, to be born again, yeah..
In the silver lotus, in expectation of wonders,
Hearts are beating freely, hearts of
People that came from nowhere.
 

• 1. Also possible: scythes

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Bad Russians

Everybody tells me, 'You have broken a law,
Bad, lazy Russian'
I am bad, I am a superman
I hate to surrender and I don't hide my feelings
 
Bad Russians...
I am still singing
Bad Russians...
I am with you again
Bad Russians...
I won't tolerate laughing at me behind my back...
 
I am not a Yankee, I am bad, I am a tough nut
I want to stay the way I am
I love women, cars and flowers like you do
Don't mess with me!
 
Bad Russians...
I am still singing
Bad Russians...
I am with you again
Bad Russians...
I won't tolerate laughing at me behind my back...
 

Bulizz, mint egy orosz

Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
 
Kell egy bizonyos fajta ember, egy bizonyos hírnévvel
Hogy csökkentse a pénzét egy egész, teljes nemzetnek
Fogom a laza oldalam és megépítem a saját űrállomásomat
Csak mert megteheted, ember
 
Nem vitatom, én a modern Rasputin vagyok
Vállalati viták valami barmokkal Louboutinban
Fellengzősen intézkedek amíg a srácaim bepakolják a csónakot
(Ők megteszik amit tudnak-tudnak
Köszönöm)
 
Bulizz, mint egy orosz
A tárgyalás végén
Táncolj, mintha agyrázkódásod lenne, oh
Tegyél egy bábut egy bábuba
Bulizz, mint egy orosz
Diszkói vonzerő
Bulizz, mint egy orosz, oh
Birtokold, mint egy kiskirály
 
Oh oh oh oh, hey
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
 
Van Stolim és Bollym és Mollym, szóval vidám vagyok
És mindig leállítom a trolimat, soha nem kérek bocsánatot
Ez egy bábu egy bábuban egy bábuban egy bábuban egy baba
Hello, Baba
 
Bepakolom a bankot egy autóba, egy repülőbe, egy hajóba
Kell a fél nyugat csak hogy úszhasson a hajóm
És soha az életben nem mosolygok, kivéve ha valamit reklámozok
Nem mutatok érzéseket
(Köszönöm)
 
Bulizz, mint egy orosz
A tárgyalás végén
Táncolj, mintha agyrázkódásod lenne, oh
Vannak embereink és van pénzünk
Bulizz, mint egy orosz
Diszkói vonzerő
Bulizz, mint egy orosz, oh
Birtokold, mint egy kiskirály
 
Egy, kettő, három, négy
Mi vagyunk az orosz srácok, ott vagyunk mindenütt
Forradalom van a levegőben
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
 
Bulizz, mint egy orosz
A tárgyalás végén
Táncolj, mintha agyrázkódásod lenne, oh
Tégy egy bábut egy bábuba
Bulizz, mint egy orosz
Diszkói vonzerő
Bulizz, mint egy orosz, oh
Birtokold, mint egy kiskirály
 

A kísérletek orosz mezeje

Megható kis pengével gyötörni önnön húsod (2x)
Csipdesni önkéntes ujjaid, míg nem véreznek,
Nyalókapálcán merészen csámcsogva
Egérdögökkel, eleven pöcsökkel,
Csokoládés bonbonokkal
És égi seggberúgásokkal
Zsebeid céltudatosan tömni tele.
 
Elaggott fogalmak és használt jelképek,
Illedelmes szavak patriarchális lerakóhelyén
Önkezű halállal semmisíteni meg a világot,
Végezni magaddal, megsemmisíteni a világot
Kőolajbűzű öröklét (2x)
Mint deres részvétkacaj (3x)
Hemperedik dicsőn
A kísérletek orosz mezejére (4x)
 
Aljassági földrajztudomány és gyűlölethelyesírás,
A tudatlanság apológiája és optimizmusmítoszok,
Az illem tarackjának törvényei,
Az eszesség nemes lakomája
Gyermekajakkal szólít a verem
Gyermekajakkal szólít a töltény
Kőolajbűzű öröklét (2x)
Mint deres részvétkacaj (3x)
Hemperedik dicsőn
A kísérletek orosz mezejére (4x)
 
Mesterség olyan feleslegesnek lenni, mint én
Mesterség kedvesnek lenni, mint hurokkötél
Mesterség globálisnak lenni, akár a sült alma
Művészet időben félreállni
Művészet kívül állni (2x)
 
A legújabb sütőtisztítószer
Az önszántukból megfulladóktól,
A legújabb kötéltisztítószer
Mosdatlan nyakak istállószagától,
A legújabb szer, hogy bűnösöket találjunk (2x)
A kísérletek orosz mezeje (4x)
 
Kinyílt az ajtó, mögötte pusztaság,
Valaki hát eljött érted,
Valakinek tehát végre
Szüksé-szüksé-szüksége lett rád…
A hó meg csak esik, esik
Orosz mező hullajtja havát…
Volt, kit temettek szemek burkolóanyagába,
Másokat temettek újságpapír-csomagolásba.
 
És hogy a birkaborjút a vágóhídon leölték:
Közboldogság, közbüszkeség,
Közös gyűlölet, közakarat,
Közakarat, a közös vénség…
 
Megörökölni a Földet nem más,
Mint teletömni magaddal a sírod,
De mit jelent megörökölni a Földet?
Felélni az összes türelmet.
Ezt kellett bizonyítani…
Ezt kellett bizonyítani!
 
A kukucskálóban és a kulcslyukban
Játszi világháborúk, zseniális ötletek,
Kétes köldökei a Földnek,
Zománc fejszerkezet-alkatrészek,
Ösztönelvű önkéntesek
A világmindenségért és morzsákért.
Emberek nagybetűvel…
Az emberek szó nagybetűvel írandó!
A hit horogkeresztje elcsente az arcokat,
Kezeinkre babiloni ábécé tapadt,
Módszerünk a történelem igazolta,
A nedves anyaföld felzabálása –
Hát nem erre van szükségünk?! (3x)
 
Reggel pedig elkerülhetetlen felkeltek,
Meg nem fáztak, be nem piszkítottak,
Saját nevükön nevezték a dolgokat,
Elültették a jót, az ésszerűt, örökvalót,
Mindent bevetettek, el is neveztek.
Pazarul terítve az asztal:
Előétel a műveltség gyümölcse,
A főfogás vérbefagyott gyermek.
 
Érdemrendes Miatyánk, győzedelmes világunk,
Félelmünk Vörös Zászlajának tiszteletes Ura!
Hithű ünnep hites polgároknak –
Éles sarló érett kalászoknak.
 
Szakadék elvén közeledünk a Naphoz,
Minél kövérebbek a könnyek, annál jobb.
 
Roskad a szán szűzlányszégyen alatt,
Bűzös lepedőink gyerekszagot árasztanak,
Egy lányka szemei, kakukknak könnyei,
És ki tudja, még miféle tárgyak…
 
Ki veszett hát oda a döntő ütközetben?
A fékevesztett bujaság Sztálingrádjában
Egy csészényi szánalomért
A lángeszű lebőgésben ki halt meg?
 
Szilánkmosolyra húzta száját a repülő,
Bele az Ígéret Földjének dombocskájába.
Szilánkmosolyra húzta száját a repülő,
Bele az Ígéret Földjének kis dombocskájába.
 
És én a szerelmemet saját kezűleg
A jövő óhatatlan csalódásaitól szabadítottam meg
Mézesmadzaggal elcsábítottam (2x)
Könyörtelen részeg bakanccsal megerőszakoltam
És felakasztottam egy felhőre
Akár egy kislány a babáját, amit nem szeret
A babáját, amit nem szeret (3x)
Mint deres részvétkacaj (3x)
Hemperedik dicsőn
A kísérletek orosz mezejére (4x)
Kőolajbűzű öröklét (4x)
 

Elvesztettem a fejemet

Refrén:
Elvesztettem a fejemet-
Te vagy a legnagyobb gyengeségem.
Nélküled én csak fuldoklom.
Veled elvesztettem a fejem.
Te vagy a legvadabb édesség,
Én nem állok ellent
Újra tehozzád vagyok láncolva.
 
Illatok és reménységek,
Hajnalig eseménydús volt ez éjszaka
Eleget rejtőztünk a ruháink alatt,
Köztünk minden erősebb, mint a gravitáció.
 
Bőrre íródott véletlen mintázatok
Ott ismét kaptam tőled szerelmes üzeneteket.
Ezek az ágyak elöntenek, mint a tavak,
És kigondolok megint valami újat.
 
Refrén:
Elvesztettem a fejemet-
Te vagy a legnagyobb gyengeségem.
Nélküled én csak fuldoklom.
Veled elvesztettem a fejem.
Te vagy a legvadabb édesség,
Én nem állok ellent
Újra tehozzád vagyok láncolva.
 
Te vagy a legnagyobb gyengeségem.
Nélküled én csak fuldoklom.
Veled elvesztettem a fejem.
Te vagy a legvadabb édesség,
Én nem állok ellent
Újra tehozzád vagyok láncolva.
 
Végtelen folyosókon,
Ismét igyekszünk megfelelni vágyainknak.
Ruhában vagy meztelenül,
Mi egymás lélegzeteit is pótoljuk.
 
Te pontosan tudod, mit szeretek,
Elfogadlak téged nagy adagokban.
Mivel az érzelmek nem tud megbirkózni éjjel,
És ha megismétlünk mindent, az hipnotizált minket.
 
Refrén: (x4)
Elvesztettem a fejemet-
Te vagy a legnagyobb gyengeségem.
Nélküled én csak fuldoklom.
Veled elvesztettem a fejem.
Te vagy a legvadabb édesség,
Én nem állok ellent
Újra tehozzád vagyok láncolva.