A keresés eredménye

In Good Mood

In good mood I thunder down the highway
the bike and its rider are smirking.
I yawn towards the sun - shift the gear down, step on the gas
Even if I lose a rod, today nothing's forbidden.
 
Finland's behind me, the USSR's gliding closer
on a scrap Honda, my passport gets checked.
Though sleeplessness is paining me, the headache is twice as bad.
Barely awake, peak out of one eyelid.
 
Lalalala...
 
Each day the heap needed gasoline.
I throw some rubles at an old woman who smiled.
On a road full of potholes a radar measures my speed
In my future I can see a prison in the frost.
 
Melancholy tickles me, let's head homewards.
Though I gulp down the vodka, my thirst is stubborn.
I turn towards Iceland - no queue, straight ahead.
May communism die - no bread with cheese.
 
Lalalala....
 
In good mood I thunder down the highway
the bike and its rider are smirking.
I yawn towards the sun - shift the gear down, step on the gas
Even if I lose a rod, today nothing's forbidden.
 

Christmas Bike

Under the Christmas-bike-tree, there's a present
Under the Christmas-bike-tree, there's a really big present
in silver wrapping
and mom and dad grin to themselves in secret.
 
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
 
In the Christmas-bike-town, the clock strikes.
In the Christmas-bike-town, the Christmas-bike-clock strikes as Christmas arrives.
I stare out the grey windows
and Santa Claus is behind a cloud
grinning wide.
 
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
 
Mom and dad are silent and won't say anything,
wonder if it's a Christmas bike, I hope it's a Christmas bike,
I hope it's a bike Christmas.
 
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
 
Under the Christmas-bike-tree, there's a present
Under the Christmas-bike-tree, there's a really big present
in silver wrapping
and mom and dad grin to themselves in secret,
grin wide.
 
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
 
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
 
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a motor bike?
Wonder if it's a Christmas bike?
Wonder if it's a bike Christmas?
 

Embers (Wild Strings)

Through the valley the shadows of night creep slowly
and wistfully the sea murmurs by the foot of the cliff.
I sit and stare in the golden embers of the fire
and forgotten memories awaken in my soul.
 
Long ago, I was content here in the hubbub of merry boys
then, the cliffs echoed with the sound of wild strings.
Now the cliffs are covered by the silent shadows of dusk
and sad I stare alone into a burnt out fire.
 
When the silent curtains of dusk cover the valley
I look into the pale embers of the fire,
stare and hum a little old verse,
a verse forgotten by most.
 
Long ago, I was content here in the hubbub of merry boys
then, the cliffs echoed with the sound of wild strings.
Now the cliffs are covered by the silent shadows of dusk
and sad I stare alone into a burnt out fire.
 
When the silent curtains of dusk cover the valley
I look into the pale embers of the fire,
stare and hum a little old verse,
a verse forgotten by most.
 
When the silent curtains of dusk cover the valley
I look into the pale embers of the fire,
stare and hum a little old verse,
a verse forgotten by most.
 
Yayayayaya...