A keresés eredménye

The Last Performance in the Schoolyard

[Verse 1]
 
Someone told me that I grew up
Let's not hide behind our own finger
And let's not even hide in the schoolyard anymore
Because no one will tell us to go to the lesson
I don't see you anywhere, maybe you've been marked absent
But the point is that I used to know you better than anyone
And now I've seen you posing in photos with friends
And I wonder if you have the same anxieties you had in the past
Because I once knew you, you see
And I was half in love with you, as always
And I mainly fell in love with the fact that
You were far from everything I usually tend to fall in love with
As if habits have the same meaning
As if we're the same kids, with the same mindset
Just a bit quieter and with wisdom teeth in our smiles
And you'll ask me why I'm writing all these
'Because I unlock my past through girls'
And it's unfair to call my lyrics 'love lyrics'(?)
While I'm just a boy who's holding a flashlight
And in memory's darkness I'm searching
That night they decorated the schoolyard for a celebration
And I walked on stage, full of anxiety
I tore a bad page, before giving away the notebook
And I got up to say I song on the schoolyard
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Another night when I don't know if I'm sleeping
And I'm scared to open the closet
The ghosts are dancing in the night
And the voices in my head never cease
 
[Chorus]
They tell me 'Come back
You owe one last performance in the schoolyard!'
They tell me 'Wake up
We dug out your old notebook!'
They tell me 'Forget
For a bit, when we go, when we head to paradise!'
The strobe lights get lower
And in the place everything started, it will end tonight!
 
[Verse 2]
'Man, the kid can write· who would expect it?'
This fucking phrase is my whole life
As if it would be obvious from my face if I felt a lot
As if art has certain characteristics
'Bravo, Manolis', they tell me, 'you write well
In a similar way, even if it's been 10 years since you were 17'
'Thanks, but why are you surprised?'
I think about it for a bit and I'm in the schoolyard again
Without a girl, though, this time
Without friends, with nothing. I went back, though
Time went back, 16 again. I took everything I wanted
But I remembered how much I hated being alone
I play with a football, and gently kick it on the wall
And him, like an old friend, returns it
And he almost asks if I have any news
But I tell him 'I haven't come here to talk
I have come for the performance, but the place is empty
And everything is dark in the schoolyard'
I thought I came alone, but the witches set a trap for me
I came with a girl, but her name is Loneliness
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Another night when I don't know if I'm sleeping
And I'm scared to open the closet
The ghosts are dancing in the night
And the voices in my head never cease
 
[Chorus]
They tell me 'Come back
You owe one last performance in the schoolyard!'
They tell me 'Wake up
We dug out your old notebook!'
They tell me 'Forget
For a bit, when we go, when we head to paradise!'
The strobe lights get lower
And in the place everything started, it will end tonight!
 
They tell me 'Come back
You owe one last performance in the schoolyard!'
They tell me 'Wake up
We dug out your old notebook!'
They tell me 'Forget
For a bit, when we go, when we head to paradise!'
The strobe lights get lower
And in the place everything started, it will end tonight!
 
[Outro]
Another night when I don't know if I'm sleeping
And I'm scared to open the closet
The ghosts are dancing in the night
And the voices in my head...
 

Luna Park

Colourful lights, smiles, loud music
children rushing to catch the rides
Summer nights of sin, unexpected love,
like three rainy days in August.
 
They told me' ' Loves and firestoms are much of the same'
they scream until they get your attention
Just like brat toddlers
who never learned to behave in a mild way.
 
And our happiness is a luna park
and shines so bright that if you watch from the Moon, you'll see it
you'll see remorses and insecurities playing hide and seek
among with calmness and a quiet feeling.
 
Every time she kisses you, you are the seeker
you are counting to hunderd five by five,
You breathe and smile, as you were at the luna park,
here you go, here you forget, here you love,
here you space out and you smile at me like a child.
 
Colourful lights, smiles, loud music
children rushing to catch the rides
Summer nights of sin, unexpected love,
like three rainy days in August.
 
They told me' ' Loves and firestoms are much of the same'
they scream until they get your attention
Just like brat toddlers
who never learned to behave in a mild way.
 
And our adolescence is a luna park
and shines so bright that if you watch from the Moon, you'll see it
you'll see remorses and insecurities playing hide and seek
among with calmness and a quiet feeling.
 
Every time she kisses you, you are the seeker
you are counting to hunderd five by five,
You breathe and smile, as you were at the luna park,
here you love but you've grown up and you don't go there anymore.
 

BURLESQUE

Everything has an end
And that's what makes them magic,
but prince's tears are painted
his words written by someone else's hands.
 
It's not just the king who wears mask tonight...
 
Because tonight our orchestra has a break
You hear a song dead
But everything...
But everything?
But everything!
But everything?
But everything... is part of the show!
 
There is a reason I am missing...(x3)
 
There is a reason.
 
These songs were written differently,
They were written by the hands of two men at their twenties at the same crossroad,
Like a brotherly brother where the roads parted.
These songs were written differently.
 
These songs were written differently,
In the mind of a sad writer, as an idea,
When they told him 'unfortunately, this world doesn't have room for artists'
These songs were written differently.
 
These songs were written differently
And they will set a few people free, but they will leave behind legends,
They were written by two princes, against a rotten system.
These songs were written differently.
 
These songs were written differently.
These songs were written differently.
These songs were written differently.
 
Come on, you don't need to cry, my ladies...
 
What you hear is pre-recorded and dead,
do not forget that everything is part of the show
And when Father Time turn us into ghosts,
nothing will seem serious anymore!
So, smile while you still have time.
Do not forget that everything is part of the show!
And when the earth dies, it will take away
The illusions of greatness, of the kingdom
And the... such a great idea that we have for ourselves...
 
This story is fake...
Like all the good stories...
But someone tears up,
Because someone writes it.
 
So someone lives it.
 
The masks... are part of the show!
The princes are part of the show!
The schism is part of the show!
The revolution is part of the show!
The king is part of the show!
The queen is part of the show!
The Betrayal is part of the show!
The immortality is not included in the ticket.
 
Everything has an end
And that's what makes them magic...
 

Rose

A kid who is walking the familiar route
Two blocks from school to his house
That day, it was like fate's desire
And at his neighbor's yard he notices
A flower which just blossomed
It was the most beautiful flower he has ever seen
For two minutes he was staring at it and thought
If he could smell it
But rusty irons
Were hugging the flower
He stretches his arm
To touch it's beauty even for a while
He feels its wet petals with his finger
But something was wrong
It wasn't rain for mounths
And everything around the flower was dry
But it was wet
But not like someone had watered it
Like it was crying.. And the kid wondered
If it could talk, what would it tell me?
'Don't meddle iget involve with me...
Everyone who enters my life, gets hurt
Because they are enchanted by my petals but when they caress me
My thorns unwittingly make them bleed'
The kid stretched his arm more
The thorns sting his palm
He bleeds but he doesn't stop pulling
Until he makes the flower his
He walks faster and overtakes his house
He took a shortcut and he doesn't do that often
Like he was in a rush, like he had something to say
Like he was afraid that the rose will wither
He goes up the stairs and rings the bell
The door opens by a girl with brown eyes
Expressive, but swollen and tearful (eyes)
He tells her 'I brought you this because it reminded me of you'
 
The roses say...
 
Love me don't touch me
Love me but don't fall in love with me
 
Love me but don't fall in love with me
And if you do, do it with your own responsibility
It's late and the dawn wipe out the night
The words are weird and you wonder
Will I be around, if you ever look for me
If you ever need me, I...
I lost you because I fell in love with you
Listen, love me but don't fall in love with me
 
Love me don't touch me
Love me but don't fall in love with me