A keresés eredménye oldal 13

I have no power to stop my boy.

I have no power to stop my boy
Friend, friends, from loving me,
And though I complain, it‘s no use,
And when I really ask him and say
That he stop loving me so much,
I might as well just keep quiet.
 
If he wants to talk with me, I say at once
That he not talk to me, because great harm
Comes to me from his talk, but it doesn‘t work,
And when I really tell him and ask
That he stop loving me so much,
I might as well just keep quiet.
 
I‘m always upset by his company,
‘Cause I‘m afraid of losing my good name
Because of him, like the other time,
And though I tell him really in anger
That he stop loving me so much,
I might as well just keep quiet.
 

When I went one day to talk.

When I went one day to talk,
With you, my friend, I did it as a favor,
And for that you boasted about me,
But if I ever talk with you again
Go right away and say that you did
With me all that you wanted to do.
 
Because, my friend, I talked one time
With you, to save you from death,
And you went and boasted over me,
But if I talk with you another time,
Go right away and say that you did
With me all that you wanted to do
 
‘Cause I know very well that you didn‘t do
Half of what you said you did.
 

(But) a poet is a poet

But a poet is a poet.
Builds word houses,
word ships.
Doesn't reside, doesn't sail,
lets others reside, sail.
Builds word roads, gets lost.
Digs a pit in the ground,
drags words to cover,
eats them,
digests,
resurrects.
 

You, my one 'n only true love

You, my one 'n only true love,
As true as the day that comes,
You are all mine even to distraction
And wherever you go, you have got to understand:
I shall be close to you
As shade is to light,
As water is to the river,
Since I cannot live without you.
 
Remember how we used to
Love each other, so free we were to live,
Remember the way we dreamt
Of a world for us two, together..
 
You, my one 'n only true love,
You, my life, my sole rescue,
O you left me on a stormy night,
But I have come back to love you even more
And to take you back again where true love exists,
Where our wirld survives,
Since I cannot live without you.
 
How I need all your tenderness
All your fragile, dove-like presence.
 
You, my one 'n only true love,
As true as the day that comes,
I shall love you even to distraction,
Since I shan't ever live without you.
 
You, my one 'n only true love,
As true as the day that comes,
I shall love you even to distraction,
Since I shan't ever live without you.
 

Song of the old lovers

Sure, we had some storms,
years of crazy love
a thousand you told me: enough,
a thousand times I went away
 
And every piece of furniture,
in this room empty of a crib,
remembers the lightnings of old fights
 
There was no right choice anymore,
you had lost your warmth,
me, my feverish desire to conquer
 
My love, my sweet, wonderful love
From the clear dawn until the day dies
I love you still, you know, I love you
 
I know all about your magic spells
and you know all about my intimacy
I knew about your lies,
you, about my sad acts of cowardice
 
I know you've had some lovers,
after all, one needs to pass time,
after all, the body needs to rejoice,
 
but it took some talent
to manage to grow old
without growing up
 
My love, my sweet, wonderful love
From the clear dawn until the day dies
I love you still, you know, I love you
 
Time passes and disheartens us
Torments on our path
But, tell me, is there a worse trap
than loving each other monotonously
 
Now, you cry long afterwards,
I despair belatedly
We have no more mysteries
 
We leave less to chance
We come to terms with the earth
but it's the same, sweet war
 
[In French:] My love, my sweet, wonderful love
From the clear dawn until the end of the day
I love you still, you know, I love you
 

Invitation to Heaven

I can feel the shadows of the past
And a black spider on my brain
How they bite my dreams
The truth is a lie
 
And it's as if
And it's as if
We're cursed
 
I want to kill time
Only shadows remain
Head wandering through emptiness
Turns and falls a long fall
 
And it's as if
And it's as if
We're cursed
But (still,) we await an
invitation to Heaven