A keresés eredménye

Little Red Riding Hood

(x2)
The tears are muddy,
Like they are made of mastika1
They fill my eyes.
I can't see my way.
 
(x2)
They fill my eyes.
I can't see my way.
 
(x2)
I walk not stopping for a rest.
I don't get anywhere.
I don't find anything.
I don't want anyone.
 
(x2)
I don't find anything.
I don't want anyone.
 
Is this me or it is not?
I read my own palm.
I read my own palm
But I don't see my way.
I run away and I get back
Still looking the same-
The hood is red
But the soul is black.
 
The hood is red
But the soul is black.
 
The hood is red
But the soul is black.
 

• 1. Traditional Bulgarian alcoholic beverage similar to Greek ouzo

Shop of happiness

I'll turn my heart into a carpet
to extinguish your great misery
you are a trace of a kiss
your 'I love you' is a rustle
 
And the night that the glances are burning
and the hidden desire surrounds me
I'll be lighting fires on your body
with a touch of mine that will melt you
 
I'll send the light of my sky
to climb my ladder at night
it was my old secret desire
you dying by my kisses
 
Do not tell me it's too late and you can't
your heart is breezing
time is running out it's not early
And it has courage by loving
 
I'll find you a shop of happiness
To ask me for whatever favors
to drink for hours together
Glasses full of love
and when you say I love you with tears
And our life's gray goes away
with sweet lips on the neck
I'll be touching my old mark
 
It's late, the hours are not many
but dont stand and drip in the rain
since you tell me that your heart wants it
what makes you still hesitate?
 
Say yes and leave here your expensive
bracelet on the nightstand
So I can watch your blue eyes
and give you as many dreams as you want
 
I'll find you a shop of happiness
To ask me for whatever favors
to drink for hours together
Glasses full of love
and when you say I love you with tears
And our life's gray goes away
with sweet lips on the neck
I'll be touching my old mark
 

Csak olyan lassan

Csak olyan lassan
Csak ilyen lassan, csak olyan csendesen
Geldel jár fel a domboldalon,
Hegesztés jár fel a domboldalon.
Csak ilyen lassan, csak olyan csendesen
Múlik az időnk.
 
Egyszer virágoznak és leesnek,
A rétek virágai,
A rétek virágai.
Egyszer virágzik és elmúlik,
Fiatalságunk ideje.
 
Ha valakinek mennie kell, akkor mennie kell,
Epert szedni -
Egy nyári nap nem vár ránk,
Egy nyári nap nem vár ránk.
 
Az embernek körbe kell jönnie, táncolnia kell,
Meg kell látogatnia és beszélnie kell egy-egy mellett -
Az életünk nem fog várni ránk,
Életünk nem vár ránk.
 
A réten, az egyik sarokban
Egy kakukk énekel a selymes fejű virágokra,
Egy kakukk énekel a selymes fejű virágokra.
Figyelj, ahogy énekelünk,
Nézd, ahogy megyünk -
Mindig emlékezz erre a dalunkra,
Mindig emlékezz erre a dalunkra
 

The End of The World

That's how
the end of the world comes -
not suddenly like a blast,
but quietly, slowly, moment by moment,
hardening like cold ice
 
Now, look -
it's not the end of the world
Just... love died
She1 is used to that
It happens to her every day
 
She got tired of us
Love died out of boredom
Not out of jealousy or passion, but out of boredom ...
And I admit
that I didn't try to stop her
when I saw her leaving ...
 
CHORUS:
It's better exactly like that -
we both know it
It's better exactly like that -
it ends and that's it
It's better exactly like that -
It's not good, but it's better like that
 
It's better exactly like that -
we both know it
It's better exactly like that -
it ends and that's it
It's better exactly like that -
It's not good, but it's better like that
 
So,
that's the end of the world -
that world in which
you were the sun and the moon
You were all the stars
 
Oh well,
it's not the end of the world
Just... love died
Without tears and sadness -
She is used to that
 
She got tired of us
and tired of wandering between you and me
like a stray dog
She left us,
hoping someone will stop her
But this time no one tried ...
 
CHORUS:
It's better exactly like that -
we both know it
It's better exactly like that -
it ends and that's it
It's better exactly like that -
It's not good, but it's better like that
 
It's better exactly like that -
we both know it
It's better exactly like that -
it ends and that's it
It's better exactly like that -
It's not good, but it's better like that
 

• 1. She = the love

ships seem like souls

Lyrics: Dimitris Yfantis
Music: Dimitris Yfantis
1. Triphono
 
Ships are similar to souls
and if you seek out (their) winds,
on a voyage in their holds
(your) memories set sail.
 
A gleaming anchor
and golden mooring lines
secure and tie the ship
briefly to (your) life.
 
Ships are similar to souls
across time they're floating
in darkness they have as a guide
the stars that shine brightly.
 

Only so slowly

Only so slowly, only so quietly
A gelding walks up the hillside,
A gelding walks up the hillside.
Only so slowly, only so quietly
Our time passes by.
 
They bloom once and fall off,
The flowers of the meadows,
The flowers of the meadows.
It flourishes once and goes away,
The time of our youth.
 
If one has to go, one will have to go,
To go pick up strawberries –
A summer day will not wait for us,
A summer day will not wait for us.
 
One has to come round, has to dance,
Has to visit and talk one-to-one –
Our life will not wait for us,
Our life will not wait for us.
 
In the meadow, in one corner
Where the silken-headed flowers grow, a cuckoo sings,
Where the silken-headed flowers grow, a cuckoo sings.
Listen on as we sing,
Watch on as we go –
Always remember this song of ours,
Always remember this song of ours.
 

The French Language School

You are so cool, you know languages.
The French language school1 gives you A +.
Come on, teach me too because the french girls
Wait every single day, they wait for us to look at them2!
 
Refrain:
Let God watch over The French language school.
With it the night is tender. I'll commit a sin!
Let God watch over The French language school.
With it the night is tender. I'll commit a sin!
 
Close your notebooks, close the textbooks3.
Let's the two of us open something else.
Why do I need France? The french girls are here.
Everything is with warranty. They wait for us to look at them.
 
Refrain: (x2)
Let God watch over The French language school.
With it the night is tender. I'll commit a sin!
Let God watch over The French language school.
With it the night is tender. I'll commit a sin!
 

• 1.
• 2. The meaning is to look at some girl with eyes full of desire
• 3. Literally - primers

Hey, captain Petko

Hey, captain Petko1,
Hey, commander Petko,
(Hey, commander Petko)
Come on, Petko, leave
This damn rebellion.
(This damn rebellion)
 
From this damn rebellion
Your mother is sick and tired.
Your mother is sick and tired
(Your mother is sick and tired )
To bake bread in the days
(To bake bread in the days)
 
To wash shirts in the nights,
To give shelter to the heroes
(To give shelter to the heroes)
Hey, captain Petko
Hey, commander Petko,
(Hey, commander Petko)
 

• 1. The song is dedicated to Petko Kiryakov -

The Spring

I'm here the way you asked!
I'm here like this I'm standing in front of you!
I'm that powerful adrenaline!
I'm a beast and I'm becoming untameable!
I'm the spring1!
The spring, the spring, the spring!
 
Wind, unwind, that's what you do best
I'll be a spring, a spring in your hands!
 
I'm a demonic force!
I'm black power!
I'm a strong beat!
I'm aggression and passion!
Are you wondering how long I'll go for?
Are you wondering how I'm going to keep you?
Barriers don't hold in me!
When you awake with your body now!
The spring, the spring, the spring!
 

• 1. As in an elastic coil, not the season

My flower

Versions: #2
You'll see me in somebody's tear,
fallen in bitter silence.
You'll hear me in someone's sad voice,
like a groan in a song of died-out laughter.
You'll collect me in raindrops,
you'll drink out of me thirstily
and you'll await the night breathlessly.
You'll touch the light,
you'll tear away a ray of sun.
Give me away like bread to the homeless...
Good evening, wanderer.
Good evening, my dear.
Hug me, you harlot,1
kiss me out of desperation.
With my hands shaking,
I caress your hair today...
Good evening, my flower.
You'll find piles of lies
in two grooves under my eyes.
Will you miss my tears?
Will you calm me down2 in someone else's sorrow?
Good evening, wanderer.
Good evening, my dear.
Hug me, you harlot,
kiss me out of desperation.
With my hands shaking,
I caress your hair today...
Good evening, my flower.
 

• 1. An old word for an infidel woman is used here.
• 2. Not necessarily calm him down as it could also imply calming herself down because of what happened with him.