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The boat

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Stepping slowly above sleep-drowned earth
Heavy steps,
to the glass-smooth fjord.
Takes the boat and leaves,
and goes far out to the sea.
 
Singing 'oh, oh, oh,'
If I don't come back home,
Oh, oh, oh,
You must say goodbye to them,
those who stand vigil and wait for me
With the birr under my wings and
the wind in my sails I go far.
Oh, oh, oh,
If I don't come home.
 
You must fly fast,
now, my boat.
Against the sun, higher, you soar.
 
Singing 'oh, oh, oh,'
If I don't come back home,
Oh, oh, oh,
You must say goodbye to them,
those who stand vigil and wait for me
With the birr under my wings and
the wind in my sails I go far.
Oh, oh, oh,
If I don't come home.
 

Emlékezz rám

Csendesen énekel a sötétben,
Ezek a sötét éjszaka siralmai
Az álmok földjén lakik,
De az a lány szívéhez tartozik
 
A sötét éjszakába tekint
Még mindig emlékszik rá, amikor minden ragyogott
Mikor a lány visszanéz, bebizonyosodik,
Hogy a szerelem mindent legyőz
 
És mikor a nap felkel, a szerelem nevében
Újra egyesül a két szív, melyek egykor elszakadtak
 
Emlékezz rám, mikor eljön a reggel,
Amikor a sötétség végleg eltűnik
Egyek leszünk, mert semmi sem változott,
És hiszem, hogy a nap újra felkel majd
 
Még mindig emlékszik a holdfényre,
Amikor utoljára találkoztak
Éjjel-nappal arról álmodik,
Hogy hamarosan majd visszatér
 
És mikor a nap felkel, a szerelem nevében
Újra egyesül a két szív, melyek egykor elszakadtak
 
Emlékezz rám, mikor eljön a reggel,
Amikor a sötétség végleg eltűnik
Egyek leszünk, mert semmi sem változott,
És hiszem, hogy a nap újra felkel majd
 
Emlékezz rám, mikor eljön a reggel,
Amikor a sötétség végleg eltűnik
Egyek leszünk, mert semmi sem változott,
És hiszem, hogy a nap újra felkel majd
 
Mert én hiszem, hogy a nap újra felkel majd
Igen, hiszem, hogy a nap újra felkel majd
 

The Empordà

Toward the area of the ,
Close to the high mountains and by the sea,
A cheerful plain opens wide:
It's the !
 
Tell me, comrades,
How do you go there?
(Tell me, comrades,
How can we reach it?)
It's all a smooth road, it's all a shortcut,
If we hold each others' hands!
 
(Greetings!)
Noble Empordà!
(Greetings!)
Greetings, palace of the winds!
We bring our happy hearts,
And a song.
 
It shall rise through the airs,
It shall enter all hearts,
It will become
A pledge of brotherhood:
A song!
 
Up in the mountains there is a shepherd

Salome

Twinkling of the moonlit night
The silence of the white wall
The fruit's delight,
.....for you
Two sins for tonight
One is for malice
The other is Eros
For your blooming heart
 
Under the moonlight
In perversion of midday
Fluttering your silver eyes
.....you stare at me
The fallen angel's temptation
harbored in white skin
A bewitching scenario,
to the end of the ceaselessly humming night
 
Over my faded, water-like lips
You slide your obscene love with the tip of your tongue
The thorns of lamentation spreading in my chest, I gaze into the night
O panting of life, o dark reverberation
O laughter, that was lost in mangled desire
 

Salome

When I saw her linger along my avenue
Despite my blind man's cane, I recognized her soon,
Her eyes dyed with a melodrama hue,
With Soul or Time, one
does what one can do
Was waiting at night behind the Factory
I was feeling my life
was an old magazine
The wind was real hot, Sky tinted with rouge,
She walked swaying like a boat that moved.
She came up to me to teach me my true part
When my solitude was really sad and hard.
I felt the thunderstorm
when I lost my voice,
Yet I was already spinning on the traces of Salome
There were in her bed a few Egyptian cards,
Then she asked me to guess which one was mine
Diving into my eyes, playful Siren,
I was her jester and she was my queen.
Before getting out, I stole all of her cards
I will make souvenirs
For her departing lovers.
She looked asleep, I thought she was dreaming,
My chance was too slim, had to preserve it.
On leaving, so funny, I made no noise at all
But saw the jester hang himself on a wall.
Then, when in the street,
At last I could breathe
It was raining but the midnight wind hummed a song for Salome
 
I hear that poor Oscar call for John the Baptist
to ask him if this Time that goes by exists
On the well-margin
When the bloke just cursed
The Shade in full noon,
No one understood.
Oscar went away in the equinox night
He just left behind his pair of boxing-gloves
Everything looked fine when the curtain rose.
The judges shouted : Room for the convicts.
All this may look a really strange story,
Its moral lies far, deep in my memory.
A Big woodblock will ring like an old Shield
When billows this wind, that used to talk to me of
Salome
 

I Feel Deep Within Me

Always awaiting
Your eternal love,
I have come to know...
That I feel, deep within me,
The burning embers
From that memory, which you
Left me!
 
And thus, growing desperate,
I want to feel again
The love that you set alight,
Because you're burning me!
 
And now, I'm begging God
To drive away quickly
That memory of yours
Which hurts me so.
So I will be able to love fully
Without bitter memories
And see how the day
Turns into night...
 
And thus, growing desperate,
I want to feel again
The love that you set alight,
Because you're burning me!
 
And now, I'm begging God
To drive away quickly
That memory of yours
Which hurts me so.
So I will be able to love fully
Without bitter memories
And see how the day
Turns into night...
 
And see how the day
Turns into night...
 

I Have Seen Him

Do tell me, trusted friends,
If you have seen that man who is as old as time itself.
He says that he spies on us, He says that He shall return...
He says that He loves us, He says He's our brother...
 
I have seen Him in the morning: He walked away...
I have seen him crossing the mountains.
We shall look through the roads,
We shall look deep int he forest
For a sign of His passing
Or else, the kind gesture of His arm!
 
I have seen Him in the street, as he was walking by...
I have see Him and yet, no one else looked at him.
And we will say that He's not there,
And we shall traverse the roads
Disappointed and tired
From life's battles...
 
And He's here and He's there, on the earth and the sea:
In love, in longing, in fatefulness...
 
I have seen Him when the afternoon was fading...
I have seen Him and He had no one's company.
He's looked at me for an instant,
I have lowered my eyes
For I am like everybody else:
I'm afraid of His Name!
 

The Ashtray

Between yesterday and today, I don't know
How many times I've emptied the ashtray.
Between yesterday and today, I've smoked
Clouds of smoke that have given impulse...
 
To my thoughts,
To my feelings,
The desire to love...
To love!
 
Between yesterday and today, I've burned
Cigarettes filled with passion.
Between yesterday and today, I've left behind
Fragments of my life, cigarette butt after cigarette butt.
 
And the night,
Very slowly,
Without any sense
Has passed...
It has passed!
 
Between yesterday and today, I don't know
How many times I've emptied the ashtray...
 
[Instrumental]
 
My thoughts,
My feelings,
The desire to love...
And the night,
Very slowly,
Without any sense
Has passed...
It has passed!
 
Between yesterday and today, I don't know
How many times I've emptied the ashtray...
 
How many times I've emptied the ashtray...
 

I'd Like So Much

I'd like so much to watch smile,
With eyes filled with joy, all children.
I'd like so much for people
To be better, without becoming saints.
 
I'd like so much to break the bars
In the windows of all prisons.
I'd like so much for anguished cries
To become, little by little, songs.
 
I'd like to rule (the world) for a moment
So I could bring justice where there is none.
I'd like it if, when I ruled the world,
It were impossible for me to make mistakes!
 
I'd like it so much if those who are responsible
For all the misery that mires this world,
Would live in even greater abject misery
Than those who now endure it, just for a second.
 
I'd like so much for those things to happen
That I know, can never happen at all...
 

Don't Ever Leave Me

No... Don't ever leave me:
We must forgive
And we must forget
Everything that has happened.
 
The wind has dragged everything away
And it has been a nightmare,
All this wasted time
God knows how...
 
I just know that they've killed,
By asking 'why?',
My little breath
Of happiness...
 
But don't ever leave me...
But don't ever leave me...
But don't ever leave me...
But don't ever leave me...
 
I want to offer you, from a place where it never rains,
Pearls, rain and dew
Which I collected there.
And travelling inland,
Without ever resting
I want to take, for your body,
All the light there is.
And you will have a country
Where love is king,
Where love is the law,
And you will rule over it...
 
But don't ever leave me...
But don't ever leave me...
But don't ever leave me...
But don't ever leave me...
 
No... Don't ever leave me,
I will tell you every night
Senseless words
That you shall understand.
 
You will understand the luck
Of those two lovers
Who, loving each other so much,
Encountered death.
 
You will see that it is true,
That fable about a country
Where a king lives in sorrow
For he hasn't known love...
 
And don't ever leave me...
And don't ever leave me...
And don't ever leave me...
And don't ever leave me...
 
Don't you know that it could happen
Anywhere,
That an ancient volcano
Would awaken its fire again?
Lands that have been burned,
Which are naught but dust,
Can bring forth wheat
When April is kind...
When darkness comes,
The dusk lights up
With a scream, without ever
Wounding the night!
 
Don't you ever leave me...
Don't you ever leave me...
Don't you ever leave me...
Don't you ever leave me...
 
No... Don't ever leave me!
I don't want to weep,
I don't want to talk anymore,
But allow me to watch!
 
I just want to watch
And know how you live
And be able to listen
How you sing, how you laugh...
 
Just allow me to be
As is the last sleep
Of a shadow, and nothing more...
Your body's shadow!
 
And don't ever leave me...
And don't ever leave me...
And don't ever leave me...
And don't ever leave me...
 

Salomé

When Salomé sleeps
She is protected by Lemanja [ => a goddess]
When Salomé dreams
It seems that she listens to Bossa Novas
 
Her sandy eyes embedded in burnt Sienna
And of Venetian lullabies
Her volcanic sand eyes
Her nostalgic Fado eyes
 
When Salomé sings
She has the ease of an Habanera
When Salomé thinks
It seems that she isn't coming back
 
Of the country where the gazelles run
The animals on the other side
Her night eyes - but where does it come from?
 
Where does it come from?
Where does it come from?
 
When Salomé goes out
I never ask her where she goes
When Salomé comes home
She says that I don't exist
 
Warriors follow her silently
Men from the other side
Great, still and remotely
Great and up to death
 
Where does it come from?
Where does it come from?
 
Salomé dances - Salomé dances
Salomé - Salomé - Salomé -
Salomé dances
 
Where does it come from?
Where does it come from?
 

Love moon

Little by little, as the moon goes out
Little by little, perhaps it's love
whatever has been born from a spark
of the friendship which exists between you and me
 
I get worried if you take too long
As soon as I come, you hold my hand
And, do you know what they say about the things going on between us? About it... well, they say it is love!
 
O Moon, you who get close now
and leave afterward...
Make it possible that, if this is love,
it never goes out!
May it never do what you do,
waxing in the first quarter, waning in the last quarter
O Moon, you who get close now
and leave afterward...
 
A love that has been born from our friendship
Let's not want it if there's no certainty that it is real
How beautiful is the friendship which exists between you and me,
but it could be lost if our love is not real
 

Song of Love and War

In the ,
Can be found the life of my heart
And, one good day, it felt
The glories of love!
 
Beautiful land, our homeland!
Land of endless love!
Far from your beauty
And its lovely blossoming...
 
Sweet homeland, I adore you
And with my heart all alight,
My homeland, I declare to you
My unsurpassed love!
 
Sweet homeland, I adore you
And with my heart all alight,
My homeland, I declare to you
My love...
 
For you, my life shall become the happiness
And the delight of love!
Our homeland, of much admired radiance,
You shall always have the adoration
Of my heart.
 
Our homeland, beloved homeland,
The best of all flowers if for you!
To the saints, (we offer) the forest's wild flowers
But to you, the blossom of our hearts!
 

Salomėja, be a sweeper!

Junk here, junk there
So someone needs to clean out the junk
Who’ll pick it up? Who’ll throw it out?
Doesn’t feel like getting their hands dirty
 
O, sole mio! O, sole mio!
Don’t feel like getting your hands dirty
O, sole mio! O, sole mio!
Don’t feel like getting your hands dirty
 
It’s inconvenient, it’s not interesting
To start picking up the junk beneath your feet
Hunger for junk, habits of junk
To find junk, the most beautiful of junk
 
But Salomėja wants to live splendidly
But Salomėja is making out in the dark again
 
A sure sign is the bad smell
Deodorant doesn’t help here anymore
Live junk climbs up the legs
They are so sweet and they are so nice
 
O, sole mio! O, sole mio!
They’re singing sweetly, they’re singing nicely
O, sole mio! O, sole mio!
They’re singing sweetly, they’re singing nicely
 
Salomėja, girl
Why don’t you care about tidiness in the home?
Salomėja, be a sweeper!
It’s really time to sweep out the junk beneath your feet
 
But Salomėja wants to live splendidly
But Salomėja is making out in the dark again
 
But Salomėja wants to live splendidly
But Salomėja is making out in the dark again
 

Salome

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Gentle and treacherous, cruel and helpless,
Like a flame and red like the dawn, devil and lamb,
sugar and salt.
To the scent of cloves, to the rhythm of shoes,
the Emperor was thinking today, and promised:
half of the kingdom for a dance[ft]The lines are switched here so that the grammar is correct.[/ft].
 
Salome, the night is at its end.
Salome, you look like a plant vine,
similar to a guitar for your ruler:
Salome, is dancing,
 
Salome, the Baptist has already been beheaded.
Salome, smile with cheerfulness.
You are whirling in a vortex, mouth like a vampire,
glowing with blood, Salome, la la la.
 
The night is already shorter, the Emperor is smiling,
I can live peacefully, everything can be used,
for a good state.
Maybe, he thought of an ancient saying:
'When history is formed, it doesn't weep
for heads in bowls.[ft]Order switched again.[/ft]'
 
Salome, don't dance, if you don't want to.
Salome, the guests have already left.
Only a swarm of mosquitoes drink up the drops
of wine from the cups.[ft]Order switched again.[/ft]
 
Salome, you have turned a little pale.
Salome, you have been sitting in the corner.
Your eyelids are gray, nobody is watching:
Salome, are you crying? La la la.