A keresés eredménye

Paul's Song (Tonight, I drink!)

Tonight, I drink!
Yet, you can turn off the lamp
And, your white hand slides over the ramp
Climbing up to your room
To search your dark sleep
Me, I stay downstairs
 
And, I drink!
Yeah, I promised!
Yeah, but I drink anyways!
Go away, I love you!
Return back to your night
 
I drink...
To the women who didn't love me
To the children that I've never had
Especially to you, who also wanted me...
 
I drink...
To those houses that I left
To the friends who brought me down
Especially to you, who kissed me
Especially to you, who kissed me
 
At that night
We went out to a cinema
The weather was bad
On the Vivienne Street
I was very elegant
I had my Canadian (girl)
You, you had your red coat
And, I looked over your mouth
As if it was a fruit under the rain
As if it was a fruit under the rain
 
Tonight, I drink
 
Happily, I never get drunk
(Go to) Sleep... Tonight, I am going to write my book
It's time, since those times.
It's my novel, it's my story!
There are things, that, we don't write
When it's too late
When it's already been night
Sleep, I love you
Sleep in my life
 
I drink...
To the letters that I didn't write
To the bastards who deserve those
But, I don't know anymore where they live
 
I drink...
To all ideas that I had
Also I drink starting from the one's had me
Especially to you who defended me
Especially to you who defended me
 
On that day,
In a café, in the 15th (district)
You said to me: 'I love you'
I wasn't listening
There was a group over there
They were talking politically
I had a quarrel with someone
And you took me away
As if I was a wounded little kid
As if I was a wounded little kid
 
I drink...
To the combat you led
To take myself away from the festivity
Tonight, I drink to your defeat
 
I drink...
To the times that passed cursing you
To (the times that passed) making you laugh, cherishing you
To the times that passed aging you
 
I drink...
To the women who didn't love me
To the children that I didn't have
Especially to you, who also wanted me...
Especially to you, who also wanted me...
 

The fossil man

Since 3 millions years, I've slept in the peat
When a naughy pickaxe slice my collar clean
And made me performing a gracious curve
In the end of whom I'd diving in formalin
At first they'd wanted consolidate my face
They'd begin brushing jaw and temporal bone
followed by a shampoo with potassium bicarbonate
Then they tie a favour around my parietal
 
Overnight I became a star
Newspapers, TV, it was only for me
So much so in rest, all the other skeletons
Feeling themselves neglected gave me the cold shoulder
Finally the scientists following habits and customs
Wanting baptize me with a latin name
Call me Pithecanthrpous Erectus
Erectus, sounds good to me cause I were horny !
 
And this learned people, with boots and nose pliers
On the seen of a little bone or a premolar
Understood that I owned a lot of powers
which differentiated me of other mamals
They said that I were a ace of club
Who knocked out buffalos, aurochs and chicks
That I were really good for cartoons
of Callipygian Venus with tits like a moon
 
They said that I lived formerly in a cave
They said so many things, so many curious stuff
That I were covered with hairs and that I didn't have trousers
While I were living in a sururbs flag
I were like everyone steeped in good manners
All sunday morning I bet on trifecta
I were wearing stiff collars and truss
It was before the war, before all things blow up
 
It was now 3 millions years ago
But don't worry, no more nuclear fallout
 

My Last Wish

I who have lived without scruples,
I must die without remorse.
I have had my share of dawns and dusks,
I must not cry out for 'more!'
I the atheist, the poor wretch
Who took Satan for a novice,
I give back my soul, head bowed.
Death draws me by the hair.
 
To live, to live
Even without sunshine, even without Summer
To live, to live
That is my last wish.
 
Tell me that the Good Lord exists,
That he has a beard and hands.
That Saint Peter is the good guy,
They described to me in the books.
Tell me that angels have wings,
Tell me that chickens have teeth,
That I will play the cello,
Up there in my white suit.
 
To live, to live
Even homeless, even shoeless.
To live, to live
That is my last wish.
 
I blasphemed freely,
And from here I can hear my friends
Shout: 'The traitor, the fool,
He is dying like a vulgar Christian.'
They must forgive me if I am cowardly,
I want to laugh as much as they do.
But when one find oneself in my place,
We succumb to old age all the same.
 
To live, to live
Even lame, even by half.
To live, to live
That is my last wish.
 
I see the dark light,
It is as Father Hugo said.
I who thinks not of history,
I lack the mind to think about it.
No, I really no longer have the strength,
To play one last game with words.
I am leaving through the little door,
I am scared stiff.
 
To live, to live
When you have to go, you have to go.
To live, to live
Lord Saint Peter, a favour.
 
To live, to live
In full sunshine, in full Summer
To live, to live
That is my last wish
 
To live, to live, to live, to live.
 

The lies of a father to his son

The time, little Simon,
When you grew up to my waist
Seems like yesterday to me,
But now that you have reached my heart
The fight begins for you.
 
Today, little Simon,
The time for me to teach you something
Seems to have come,
So pour me another drink
And let me tell you about life.
 
You will see
That the friends do not die,
That the children do not leave home,
The the women do not abandon you.
You will see
That the Earth is full of joy,
That Marlbrook isn't going to war
As the last one is over,
You will see.
 
And then, little Simon,
None of us grows old,
We will still be around, and do not believe
That this one day we will depart
For somewhere else.
 
It is everyday in life
That one finds love,
And nothing is gone and nothing is destroyed.
Pour me some more liquor,
Just a little more, that's it, thanks.
 
You will see
That the friends do not die,
That the children do not leave home,
The the women do not abandon you.
You will see
That the Earth is full of joy,
That Marlbrook isn't going to war
As the last one is over,
You will see.
 
One sees the unfaithful wives
Only in watercolor paintings,
Where they abuse you from under their parasols.
In real life, they are all different
And they love us, they love us.
 
And the man, little Simon,
Is never like a ship
That is deserted when a disaster hits
And everyone flees,
Women and children first.
 
You will see
That the households do not perish,
That the mind always stays strong,
That the spirit does not leave you.
You will see,
You will go in flourish
By the ways of freedom,
And you will live, you will see
The way I do.
 
The time, little Simon,
When you grew up to my waist
Seems like yesterday to me,
But now that you have reached my heart
The fight begins for you.
 
And so, my little boy,
As I loved you, as you loved me,
Remember that your father
Had always hated lying.