A keresés eredménye

A little Viennese Waltz

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In Vienna there are 10 girls
one shoulder where death sobs
and a forest of stuffed doves
There's a fragment of the morning
in the museum of frost
There's a room with a thousand windows
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this waltz, this waltz, this waltz with mouth closed.
 
And in Vienna there are 4 mirrors
where your mouth and the echoes play
There's a death for piano
which paints boys blue.
There are beggars on the rooftops.
There are fresh garlands of wailing.
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this waltz, this waltz, this waltz which is dying in my arms.
 
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz,
of itself, of death, of cognac
which wets its tail in the sea.
 
Because I love you, I love you, my love,
in the loft where the children play,
dreaming old lights of Hungary
through the whisperings of the warm afternoon,
seeing sheep and snow lilies
through the dark silence of your forehead.
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this waltz, this waltz, this broken waist waltz
 
In Vienna, I'll dance with you
with a disguise having
a head of a river.
Look what a shore of hyacinths I have!
I will leave my mouth in between your legs,
my soul in photographs and lilies,
and in the dark waves of your going
I want, my love, my love, to leave behind,
violin and tomb, the ribbons of the waltz.
Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this waltz, this waltz, which is dying in my arms.
 
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz,
of itself, of death, of cognac
which wets its tail in the sea.
 
Because I love you, I love you, my love.
 

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.
 

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.
 

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
 

Twenty Years

What does it matter that I love you
if you don't love me anymore,
the love that has passed
will not be remembered.
 
I was the illusion of your life
from a day long past,
today I represent the past,
I can't change.
 
If the things one wants
were reachable
you would love me the same
as twenty years ago.
 
With what sadness we look
at a love that leaves us,
it is a piece of the soul
that tears off without mercy.
 

I don't know

I close my eyes to remember you.
With my hands, I grasp my guitar.
I'm afraid of forgetting you, dad...
I wish I could fly up to heaven,
Spend some time and chat with you,
Eternally embraced, embracing each other...
 
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know,
I swear I don't know,
I want to learn whatever it is I need to do
To make you be reborn.
I know, I know, I already know
What is this longing I feel?
It's a heart completely made of paper,
You're near,
You're far.
 
The day passes by
The night passes by
The train passes by
The spring,
And life in its entirety pass by,
So much time to cry over you,
Too much
 
Obliged to the journeys I've dreamt
Of singing with you and figuring out
What's going on more or less
In your head.
 
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know,
I swear I don't know,
I want to learn whatever it is I need to do
To make you be reborn.
I know, I know, I already know
What is this longing I feel?
It's a heart completely made of paper,
You're near,
You're far.
 
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know,
I swear I don't know,
I want to learn whatever it is I need to do
To make you be reborn.
I know, I know, I already know
What is this longing I feel?
It's a heart completely made of paper,
You're near,
You're far.
Far away...