A keresés eredménye oldal 5

A Remény

Mindaddig, amíg a szív dobog,
A zsidó lélek vágyakozva gondol
Előre Kelet felé,
A szemek Cionra tekintenek
 
Még nem veszett el reményünk,
Kétezer év reménye,
Szabad nemzetként élni a hazánkban,
Cion és Jeruzsálem földjén.
 

Trees without leaves

Trees without leaves
They have lost everything
Trees without leaves
Standing as if blinded
 
And I'm like a tree
Near this path
Standing brokenhearted
Having lost you again
 
[Chorus]
 
Autumn, autumn...
Golden leaves are falling
And slowly descending
Autumn, autumn...
Today we have met
For the last time...
 
Trees without leaves
They have lost everything
Trees without leaves
They aren't saying anything
 
Trees without leaves
Their holy mass is upsetting
Trees without leaves
Standing as if they've gone crazy
 
Autumn, autumn...
Golden leaves are falling
And slowly descending
Autumn, autumn...
Today we have met
For the last time...
 
Trees without leaves
They don't see anything
Trees without leaves
Standing as if blinded
 
And I'm like a tree
Near this path
Standing brokenhearted
Having lost you again.
 
Autumn, autumn...
Golden leaves are falling
And slowly descending
Autumn, autumn...
Today we have met
For the last time...
 

Stavros Cosmas' Petris

Stavros, Cosmas', Petris
Stavros, Cosmas', Petris
 
This story I will tell you
Is about a man called
Stavros Cosmas' Petris
He lived eighty years before
He wanted to be called wind
Not Stavros Petris
The curse chased him everywhere
He couldn't turn it away
They were both one
He got isolated
He didn't talk to anyone
He was counting the days that were passing by
Searching for a solution
 
Stavros, Cosmas', Petris
Stavros, Cosmas', Petris
 
He committed suicide one morning
Outside is blew, it was cold
It was a tough day
So these words
Left
These lyrics
And some more words
 
The knife had reached
And it reddened the whole earth
It was the knife of the curse
And the blood was of the wish...
 

Too much talking

Versions: #1
Wake up!
Africans, wake up!
If you don't wake up
If you don't wake up, I'm going to die of sadness
 
Too much talking
I hear too much talking
And everything I hear
Everything they say
I don't believe in it
 
I went to America
Africans are enslaved there
I went to Italy
Africans are enslaved there
I came back to Africa
Africans are enslaved
If you don't find a solution
Find a solution
Find a solution
 
Empty promises
Too much talking
There's too much talking
No money1 for the farmers
Nothing arranged for the students
Their programs are just hot air
There's too much...
 
Wake up!
African leaders!
If you don't wake up
If you don't wake up, I'm going to die of sadness
 
Too much talking
I hear too much talking
Everything they say
Everything they tell me
I don't believe in it
 
I went to America
Africans are enslaved there
I went to Italy
Africans are enslaved there
I came back to Africa
Africans are enslaved
If you don't find a solution
Find a solution
Find a solution
 
Empty promises
Too much talking
There's too much talking
Empty words about education
They never found a solution
All of this is fiction
There's too much...
 
Wake up!
Africans, wake up!
If you don't wake up
If you don't wake up, I'm going to die of sadness
 
Too much talking
I hear too much talking
Everything they say
Everything they promise
I don't believe in it
 
Empty promises
Too much talking
There's too much talking
Why do we give them power?
Do they own the knowledge?
The youth lives in despair
There's too much...
 
Africa, I hear too much talking
 

• 1. Literally means 'no wheat'.

Oriole

In this birch grove,
Far from suffering and misery,
Where the unblinking pink
morning light fluctuates,
Where the leaves fall from the high branches
Like a transparent avalanche,—
Sing to me, oriole, a desolate song,
The song of my life.
 
But in life we are soldiers,
And already on the limits of our sanities
The atoms shudder,
Whirling up the houses like a white whirlwind.
Like crazy windmills,
Wars are waving their wings around.
Where are you, oriole, forest hermit?
Why are you silent, my friend?
 
Beyond the great rivers
The sun will rise, and in the morning gloom
With singed eyelids
I will drop, dead, on the ground.
Screeching like a mad raven,
The machine gun will be silenced, trembling all over.
And then in my torn-up heart
Your voice will sing.
 

És rád gondolok

Leszáll az este
Rád gondolok
Sétálok haza
Rád gondolok
És amikor hív1, igen, így van
Rád gondolok
Hogy vagy?
Rád gondolok
Amikor útnak indulunk
Rád gondolok
És mosolygok, el nem rejthetem
Rád gondolok
 
Nem tudom, hogy hol töltötted a napjaidat
A szeretőiddel és a barátaiddal
De azt biztosan tudom
Hogy ki járt az eszedben
 
A város fényeitől messze
Ketten álmokat szőnek egy életről
Bocsáss meg nekik ha sose találják meg a szabadságuk
A szabadságuk
 
Túl késő van
Rád gondolok
Hazáig kísér
Rád gondolok
Annyira sajnálom, olyan fáradt vagyok
Rád gondolok
És az árnyékok között
Rád gondolok
Behunyom a szemem
Rád gondolok
Most zuhanok
Rád gondolok
 
La la la la la la...
 
Rád gondolok
Amikor a nevemet mondja1, igen, így van
Rád gondolok
Rád gondolok
Rád gondolok
Rád gondolok
Rád gondolok
 
És ha érzek
Rád gondolok
És ha lélegzek
Rád gondolok
És ha látok
Rád gondolok
És ha élek
Rád gondolok
 
La la la la la la...
 

• Hímnemű személyes névmás.

The Poet

Cottages are thinking of the fence, gardens are thinking of spring
Gardeneres are thinking of harvest, I'm thinking of fantasizing
 
The night is thinking of a way towards light, the light is thinking of the blind owl
The soil is thinking of distant clouds, I'm thinking of falling in love
Aaaah
 
What did I do, other than sit around watching tears and shedding tears?
When the fable garden was burning, what was I, except some haystack?
 
Sacralizing water is what I do

Monkey monkey

The disco music is cranked up, I'm slowing down
I would need speed1for today
The glass of the window is shaking
As the volume is tugging on it
 
The barman from the countryside doesn't understand
What love is - two men
Are cuddling in the bathroom
I'm leaving, I'm calling a cab for myself
 
In a chitin-plated Cadillac, the chauffeur is adjusting the radio
Napalm is oozing from the speakers, Johnny Cash is singing about fire2
 
Burns, burns, burns
- as I'm gradually sinking deeper –
down, down, down
- and the flames keep going higher
 
I've let in an animal, that I can't rein in
When a bell rings, it wakes me but I don't dare to wake up
I ask it3what it wants but not even it knows the answer
- Take my soul, it's in the way!
The soul is such a useless thing
 
A circus stands at the edge of town
Dirty, in red and yellow
I'm flooring it on a veteran carousel
On the back of a porcelain mare
 
A monkey-guard steps in here:
- What do you want, shorty?
His face is human-like
But in my head it's talking
The chimps hands unfold the straight razor
 
The chrome of the blade flashes
- here comes the monologue of the guard
Who drones on saying that humans
Are so useless, they only get in the way
And all system are in vain
He is the bigger force
Which can't be defeated with any known method
Why run away?
Why resist?
Let the blood flow, let it flow!
 
I've let in an animal, that I can't rein in
When a bell rings, it wakes me but I don't dare to wake up
I ask it what it wants but not even it knows the answer
- Take my soul, it's in the way!
The soul is such a useless thing
 

• 1. Not the drug.
• 2. This is a reference to the song 'Ring of Fire' which was written by June Carter Cash and Merle Kilgore and popularized by Johnny Cash in 1963.
• 3. Or 'ask him/her'. The 3rd person pronoun isn't gender specific in Hungarian.

Katyusha

The flowers bloom, bloom in the steppe,
as they give their colors to the plains.
Katyusha is sovereign over the river,
her song unshakable!
 
Katyusha is sovereign over the river,
her song unshakable!
 
It is the song of the steppe eagle,
the sun gives love to her.
She holds many memories,
for the precious treasure that is Katyusha!
 
She holds many memories,
for the precious treasure that is Katyusha!
 
Fly, oh song, fly into the wind,
to where the sun shines.
And towards the borderlands,
give Katyusha a 'Hello!'
 
And towards the borderlands,
give Katyusha a 'Hello!'
 
When the artillery fires at the river,
his love burns for Katyusha.
Whenever the Kolhoz is reached,
the firey response of the soldier will be there!
 
Whenever the Kolhoz is reached,
The firey response of the soldier will be there!
 
The flowers bloom, bloom in the steppe,
as they give their colors to the plains.
Katyusha is sovereign over the river,
her song unshakable!
 
Katyusha is sovereign over the river,
her song unshakable!
 
Katyusha is sovereign over the river,
her song unshakable!
 

It's not important

Don't ask me because it's a truth I don't know
I lived in dreams, the dreams were shitty
Was the time wrong or were you just bored
I failed the easy way
 
And you!
were too beautiful for me
But I don't have a way with words
 
And you!
To die in my arms, you are too good for me
Forget me, I couldn't do it anyway
 
Don't ask me because it's a truth I don't know
I lived in dreams, the dreams were shitty
Was the time wrong or were you just bored
I failed the easy way
 
And you!
were too beautiful for me
But I don't have a way with words
 
And you!
To die in my arms, you are too good for me
Forget me, I couldn't do it anyway
 
I don't know why and it doesn't matter
 

Hysterical

Hysterical
 
[Verse 1: Asti]
You are a bad actor, at least you didn't fall for her
Only you put your iPhone down again
Your lies are bad manners, I didn't want to listen
But you said I was crazy
I still don't understand
Who is that girl who I was with you
Loved - yes, hated - yes
My love is true, yours is water
I am not me and not the same, I was losing strength
My jealousy only pissed you off
I'm sorry I had to hurt
In another way, you would not remember me
 
[Chorus: Asti]
You know everything is fine, your hysterical
No more crying, no more crying
A new boy is in love with her
Just out of habit, your hysterical
Take a glimpse of your profile
It's not love anymore
You know everything is fine, your hysterical
No more crying, no more crying
A new boy is in love with her
Just out of habit, your hysterical
Take a glimpse of your profile
It's not love anymore
 
[Verse 2: Asti]
You're cruel, but weak is a fact, so I'm sorry
That I blew your ego apart
Your feelings are a phantom, they are not even atoms
But you said it was my own fault
Again a new club and again a failure
It was hard to learn to take a punch
Loved - yes, hated - yes
My tears are salt and yours are water
I am not me and not the same, I was losing strength
You are like ice, but I was just carried away
Well I'm sorry I had to hurt
Otherwise I would not have let go
 
[Chorus: Asti]
You know everything is fine, your hysterical
No more crying, no more crying
A new boy is in love with her
Just out of habit, your hysterical
Take a glimpse of your profile
It's not love anymore
You know everything is fine, your hysterical
No more crying, no more crying
A new boy is in love with her
Just out of habit, your hysterical
Take a glimpse of your profile
It's not love anymore
 
[Verse 3: Artik]
It's not love anymore, just a dumb habit
Always pain girl, blast girl, match girl
Sad girl, psycho girl, scandal girl
The girl has few feelings, the girl is just tired
You swore to her so much, so often - 'forever'
To heaven, to the stars in endless love, like the milky way
All your words are water. It turned out that it was pouring into the ears
You will understand, but it's too late that she was your best
 
[Chorus: Asti]
You know everything is fine, your hysterical
No more crying, no more crying
A new boy is in love with her
Just out of habit, your hysterical
Take a glimpse of your profile
It's not love anymore
You know everything is fine, your hysterical
No more crying, no more crying
A new boy is in love with her
Just out of habit, your hysterical
Take a glimpse of your profile
It's not love anymore
 

Helpless by Myself

Smile again, my rose
Look future in hope.
The queen of my heart, come
May it be good to my heart.
 
If tomorrow is the day that I will die
If your side is the place that I will die, Okey.
What are memories good for unless you are with me?
 
If my experiences are destiny
Human should write his destiny himself.
Does the sun rise and go down for lies always?
 
Life is hard, my sweetheart, cheating people
Ask me my sweetheart, the days are passing without you.
Uuuugh
You, let this lovemakings finish
My rose, something left to the end.
Feel the your experiences.
So, things that you make lived, become tasteful
 
I am stanting alone and helpless with my youth
At this age, I am curious, without a single heart in my heart.
 
Life is faster than death
I was defeated by him
But I have last word to you
care your eyes
Instead of me, my rose
 

April

You did not think it through -
But you left and forgot about summer.
Not a chance that you will return back.
You will send back all flowers….
You were flying in unknown places, not thinking -
Waiting for the heaven to return.
Sad thoughts of sobriety.
Getting drunk from black tea.
 
It is very far yet to winter and to frosts.
Why these sad memories, why tears.
It is very far yet to spring or to summer.
And maybe someone but not me...
Will give flowers.
 
No battle has been won
By comparing love to war.
You kicked you out of the house yourself.
And did not take anything to your soul.
Such a wonderful summer
I did not have for a long time.
I wanted to give you the whole world,
But you simply did not hear it.