A keresés eredménye

Crying in the Mirror

I feel you breathe again far away from your room
Today I had a dream about you
About how crazy we we’re
In those good times
 
You wanted to get away from your everlasting garden
Me with my silly grin
When we found out it was the end
Life, the motor
 
The white line is over
Theres no more signs in your eyes and I’m
Crying in the mirror I could see it well
 
An able player
A transcendental actor
In search of some role
That would justify the action
All of it a fantasy
 
Who played the saxophone
While your inspiration
Danced just the way that you are
That disintegrated with the blues
A dark prison
 

Seminare

Versions: #1
I want to see, I want to get in
Baby nobody will do you harm,
Except loving you.
You go here, you go there
But you'll never find yourself
By escaping.
 
There's no force around
There're no love potions
Where are you?
Where am I?
Why are we on Sensation Street'?
So far from the sun, that's burning with love.
 
I give you bread, you want salt
Baby I'll never give you
What you ask me.
I give you God, you want more
Is it that you'll never understand
A poor boy?
 
Those bikes that ride so fast
Will only make you feel the wind
Nothing else, nothing else.
If you could just forget your mind
In front of me, I know your heart
Would say 'yes'.
 
There's no force around
There're no love potions
Where are you?
Where am I?
Why are we on 'sensation street'?
So far from the sun, that's burning with love.
 

The capital cities' fat

Versions: #1
What do your ideals matter?
What does your song matter?
The capital cities' fat
is covering up your heart
 
Why do you have to cry?
'cause there's someone else in your spot, saying:
'Come on, come on, the fame,
the opportunity's here',
the same thing happened to me, you've got it
all, all of it, and there's nothing.
I went too many times
searching for the bread and the wine.
Planting that path
that never blossoms.
 
Don't keep negotiating any longer.
With the canteen, with the lady singer1
with the spender TV
with those nicely decorated girls
with those old women, all burned out
magazine2people, fake people
the filthy fat, like that of a fugazzetta3!
 
It can't stand anything else! It can't stand anything else!
It can't stand anything else! It can't stand anything else!
The capital cities' fat can't stand anything else.
The capital cities' fat can't stand anything else.
 
Don't keep negotiating any longer.
Don't stop dancing!
Don't stop dancing!
Don't stop dancing!
 
It can't stand anything else! It can't stand anything else!
It can't stand anything else! It can't stand anything else!
The capital cities' fat can't stand anything else.
The capital cities' fat can't stand anything else.
 

• 1. ('cantora' is kind of the femenine version of 'cantante' (singer), although 'cantante' is gender neutral)
• 2. (it can also be understood as 're vista', 're' meaning 'very', 'vista' meaning 'seen'.)
• 3. (onion pizza :)

Andalusian dog

We talk in passing
about someone I know well.
I let myself be ran over
I'm like a tunnel through where the train goes,
you pretend you're my friend
if you're with me.
But when you're with someone else, you tear me apart.
You love to show off
to be accepted where they hate you most.
Mental velocity,
stratagems and knowing how to act
We all to a greater or lesser extent
know the game
If this is how we treat each other, this is going wrong
very wrong!
I'm a fool for following you
like an Andalusian dog
but my love will end
one of these days
one of these nights.