A keresés eredménye

Szomorúak serege

Szomorú vagy, akárcsak mi
Potyognak az arcodról a könnyeid
Gyere és állj be közénk
Legyünk együtt szomorúak
 
Gyerünk, gyerünk
 
Miért állsz még mindig kívűl
Csatlakozz inkább a mi bandánkhoz
Amikor a szomorúságba menetelünk
Már semmi, de semmi nem árthat neked
 
Kéz a kézben, senki nincs már egyedül
Kéz a kézben, ne nézz hátra
Gyerünk, zárjuk sorainkat
Lépésben menetelünk a szerencsével szemben
 
Gyerünk, állj be a sorba
Gyerünk, lépésbe
Gyerünk, állj be a sorba és
Gyerünk, lépésbe
 
Lehangolt, szomorú, megtépázott
Együtt eshetnénk kétségbe
Depressziós és melankolikus
Pesszimista, ördögi
Kifakult rózsák gyökereznek
A reménytelenek partján
Légy a tagunk, csatlakozz
Bárki lehet
Egy közülünk
 
Kéz a kézben, senki nincs már egyedül
Kéz a kézben, ne nézz hátra
Gyerünk, zárjuk sorainkat
Lépésben menetelünk a szerencsével szemben
 
Gyerünk, állj be a sorba
Gyerünk, lépésbe
Gyerünk, állj be a sorba és
Gyerünk, lépésbe
 

Dada song

I
 
The song of a dadaist
who had dada at heart
exhausted his engine
which had dada at heart.
 
the lift carried a king
heavy frail autonomous
he cut off his big right arm
sent it to the pope in Rome
 
this was why
the lift
had no.longer dada at heart
 
eat chocolate
wash your brain
dada
dada
drink water
 
II
 
The song of a dadaist
who was neither gay nor sad
and loved a woman cyclist
who was neither gay nor sad
 
but the husband on New Year's day
learnt everything and in a crisis
sent to the Vatican
their two bodies in three suitcases
neither lover
nor cyclist
were neither gay nor sad
 
eat some good brains
wash your soldier
dada
dada
drink water.
 
III
 
the song of a cyclist
who was dada at heart
who was, then, a dadaist
like all true dadaists
 
a snake was wearing gloves
it shut down the valve quick
put on some snake-gloves
and came to kiss the pope
 
isn't it charming !
flowered belly
had no longer dada at heart
 
drink some bird's milk
wash your chocolates
dada
dada
eat some veal.
 

That Window That Faces The Sea

Even if I live to be a hundred,
I won't be able to forget
That ship that I watched capsize
In the 's mouth, as I tried to get lost
And that window that faces the sea!
 
I don't know how many times I came down the Tagus,
And sailed out to the sea with a bleeding soul
Carrying, in my mind, those lips that I envy
And that window that faces the sea...
 
Sailor from the high seas,
When the waves, one after the other,
Get ready to assail you
To sink your ship in the sea foam,
Watch the keel as it dances on the crest
Of those gigantic waves that want to swallow it...
If you're not careful, you won't lay eyes again
On that window that faces the sea!
 
If it had even more (waves),
The more powerful they'd come
While reminding me, in moonlit nights,
Of those mischievous eyes that were awaiting
In that window that faces the sea!
 
But destiny wanted that my behemoth,
So old and tired, would end up stranded
In the estuary's mouth and, curiously, just in front
Of that window that faces the sea!
 
Sailor from the high seas,
Watch the waves one after the other,
Getting ready to assail you
Amidst mountains of white foam!
No matter how much they dance in a frenzied orgy,
They don't come with the desire to torment me,
As does that crazy girl that I left one good day
By that window that faces the sea...
 
[Instrumental]
 
Sailor from the high seas,
Watch the waves one after the other,
Getting ready to assail you
Amidst mountains of white foam!
No matter how much they dance in a frenzied orgy,
They don't come with the desire to torment me,
As does that crazy girl that I left one good day
By that window that faces the sea...
 

To Prince Tristan

On your blue soul
the stars perch for the night.
 
One must be quiet with you,
oh, you my temple,
my prayers affright you

Sorrow

Nor red, nor black
Nor blood, nor tears
Nor patience, nor sins
 
In the empire of pleasure
Don't stay in spirits of the blaze
That corpses devided
 
No glory, nor vanity
Nor sigh, nor malice
No arrow, no heart
 
Sorrow of the star, of the wind
Rain, blood
Faceless body
Soulless Stone
Letters without numbers
Fractions of eclipses
Suns without shade
Even angels
All that's left are bone, dust, and ash
 
Nor pink, nor scream
Nor flesh, nor stone
Nor mercy, nor beauty...
 
In the empire of pleasure
Don't stay in spirits of the blaze
That corpses devided
 
Sorrow, sorrow
 

Sadness, Feet on the Ground

I tightened my tamborim1 with the pain of your absence
I wet the cuíca's2 cloth with my tears
I paced the rythm with the time I longed and I sang
My life on the avenue without excitement
 
I tightened my tamborim with the pain of your absence
I wet the cuíca's cloth with my tears
I paced the rythm with the time I longed and I sang
My life on the avenue without excitement
 
Go keep the tradition alive
Go, my block3, sadness and feet on the ground
Go keep the tradition alive
Go, my block, sadness and feet on the ground
 
I designed the flag of the samba school with my sorrows
The highlight of our parade was your falsehood
Of our disagreement I wrote the theme samba
Of the old sound of my surdo drum4 I paced my verses
 
Go keep the tradition alive
Go, my block, sadness and feet on the ground
Go keep the tradition alive
Go, my block, sadness and feet on the ground
 
In the metal jingles of my pandeiro5 I put stealth
I scheduled the last rehearsal at any corner
I stained the green-hope of our flag
I scheduled the parade day at Wednesday6
 
Go keep the tradition alive
Go, my block, sadness and feet on the ground
Go keep the tradition alive
Go, my block, sadness and feet on the ground
 

• 1. a small drum played in samba with drum sticks
• 2. Percussion instrument played by rubbing a wet cloth inside a drum
• 3.
• 4. The most basic drum in samba
• 5. Traditional tambourine
• 6. Ash Wednesday, traditionally one day after the last Carnival parades

Sad rumba

Why do you sing
Sad rumbas to me when you're drunk?
Why have you locked yourself in your house
All night long?
Why do you always remember to forget about me?
That you can't remember my face
That you've never served a first course
That you're useless now
 
And cheer that face up,
'Cause otherwise it'll rain and I've got no umbrella
And go out, cross the streets
'Cause it's fine
Tell your pillow
That I'll pay the ransom
That you're not kidnapped anymore
That you don't live in Mars anymore
That you don't dream about having wings anymore
With having wings
 
Whisper to me
What you cried at the top of your lungs yesterday
If you want me gone
I'll be gone
Tell me who's won the price
Among all the people who've lost it all
And now you see
I'm sticking with you
 
And cheer that face up,
'Cause otherwise it'll rain and I've got no umbrella
And go out, cross the streets
'Cause it's fine
Tell your pillow
That I'll pay the ransom
That you're not kidnapped anymore
That you don't live in Mars anymore
That you don't dream about having wings anymore
With having wings
 
Take me to Heaven
With your mouth's
Candy soul
That melts a freezing heart
Don't mind me
When I'm tangled in your hair
I always fail
And end up asking for a little more time
 
And cheer that face up,
'Cause otherwise it'll rain and I've got no umbrella
And go out, cross the streets
'Cause it's fine
Tell your pillow
That I'll pay the ransom
That you're not kidnapped anymore
That you don't live in Mars anymore
That you don't dream about having wings anymore
With having wings
 
And cheer that face up,
'Cause otherwise it'll rain and I've got no umbrella
And go out, cross the streets
'Cause it's fine
Tell your pillow
That I'll pay the ransom
That you're not kidnapped anymore
That you don't live in Mars anymore
That you don't dream about having wings anymore
With having wings
 
Ay, with having wings