A keresés eredménye

Robinson

The coming of new seasons, for some reason brings about these painful days
On the path by the river, on my bike, I chased after you as you ran
A nostalgic record and a grandiose episode,
Upon tired shoulders, I lifted them up, and your frown looked dazzling.
 
The same words at the same time, as if we said them without thinking
With this ordinary magic, we created it all
 
Untouchable to all, a kingdom just for two, a place I would never let go of your hand
With this great power, if we could float upon the skies, lu la la, we'd ride the winds of the cosmos
 
Abandoned on a corner, a cat that refuses to die
It somehow looks like you, as I lift it into my arms, brushing its cheeks
At the same crossing as usual, the round window I looked up through
Was thinly streaked with dirt, as I watched the sliver of a crescent moon
 
At the edge of a dream lying in wait, you stood with surprised eyes
And now, right here, we're being born again
 
Untouchable to all, a kingdom just for two, a place I would never let go of your hand
With this great power, if we could float upon the skies, lu la la, we'd ride the winds of the cosmos
 
With this great power, if we could float upon the skies, lu la la, we'd ride the winds of the cosmos
Lu la la, we'd ride the winds of the cosmos
 

Lonely at the Top

Screw fame and money, screw hype and clicks
I try to change, but that changes nothing
And the kids out there listen to all of my sentences
They say I'm the best, but I feel like the last
 
My family is safe, the plan worked out
And I'm speeding at 300km/h1 on the motorway
Everyone asks for selfies or autographs
But it feels like I'm captured in my dream
 
And maybe I'll jump on the Merc and just drive away
I'm not stopping, but I keep my word
Fuck the shitty record, fuck Gucci, fuck Michael Kors
And fuck the number one awards
 
Rolex watches and millions
I don't care what kind of shit I own
I give no fucks whether I sit in a Ford or a Daimler
I would've never thought I'd miss the old times
Because it's lonely at the top
 
Bro, tell me when I'll be free again
It's pulling me in deeper and deeper
They say everyone knows my songs
But I can't recognize myself anymore
Bro, tell me when I'll be free again
It's pulling me in deeper and deeper
They say everyone knows my songs
But I can't recognize myself anymore
 
And none of you can understand
I'd be glad to talk about it, but I got no plan with who
“Everything's okay, Bratan, no problem”
Everyone sees the laugh, but no one sees the tears
 
You want a house and a garden, you want dishes made of platinum
A cool car, you can have it all
I've got two sons waiting at home
You want a place in the sun, I want a place in the shadow
 
And the watch on my hand costs fifty grand
But still I'm not satisfied
Yeah, I can buy myself whatever I want
But no people who love me
 
Rolex watches and millions
I don't care what kind of shit I own
I give no fucks whether I sit in a Ford or a Daimler
I would've never thought I'd miss the old times
Because it's lonely at the top
 
Bro, tell me when I'll be free again
It's pulling me in deeper and deeper
They say everyone knows my songs
But I can't recognize myself anymore
Bro, tell me when I'll be free again
It's pulling me in deeper and deeper
They say everyone knows my songs
But I can't recognize myself anymore
 

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