A keresés eredménye oldal 17

Niloofar*

Oh my dear love, oh my lotus
Having a tight sleep at nights
You have fallen sleep alone in your bed
You have left me and my heart, oh you moon
Oh the lady of the desert, niloofar
Oh Niloofar, oh niloofar
Come back to me, to my loneliness
Oh Niloofar, oh niloofar
Now who is in love? Me or you?
Don't be cruel to me
I will go to mountains and deserts
to perhaps I find you
between the green bushes
oh you shy flower...
you are unkind to me
Don't be cruel to me
I will go to mountains and deserts
to perhaps I find you
between the green bushes
oh you shy flower...
Oh my dear sent from the skies
Oh my love my lotus
Oh my love, my beautiful lotus
Oh my dear love, oh my lotus
Having a tight sleep at nights
You have fallen sleep alone in your bed
You have left me and my heart, oh you moon
Oh the lady of the desert, niloofar
Oh Niloofar, oh niloofar
Come back to me, to my loneliness
Oh Niloofar, oh niloofar
 

Euro-vision

Beautiful ladies, beautiful gentlemen
Music on the programme
Singers, get ready
May the best win
 
The borders are open
What should I say if tonight is a party?
The stars are nervous
They do their make up, smoke a cigarette
Before going on stage
 
Eurovision, Eurovision, Eurovision
Eurovision, Eurovision, Eurovision
 
Old Europe cheers
The country that wins
Then a tear
The spell is broken
 
The eyes of the whole world are
Waiting, impatiently, for news flashes
That are going to announce
By satellite and by shielded cables
What's happening in their regions
 
Eurovision, Eurovision, Eurovision
Eurovision, Eurovision, Eurovision
 
Eurovision, Eurovision, Eurovision
 

Remember Me

Remember me
Despite my saying goodbye
Remember me
Without pain in your eyes
Though I'll be far away
You'll stay within me
And you'll hear the melody that unites us
 
Remember me
Though I'm heading far away
Remember me
If you hear the guitar cry
Forever I will live within you
Until our paths cross again
Remember me
 

Immature

Hey! all of you
who aren't interested
you're blinded by ambition,
you're blinded by ambition!
 
It's something despicable
that blood don't run in you!
being completely alive
I wish to change you
 
Because the world moves
in a different way
what's the worth of money
if you're just a man
 
completely stupid completely stupid
completely stupid completely stupid
 
Hey! all of you
who want to change the world
don't stop, don't stop!
I'll help you until the end.
I'll help you until the end.
 
Because one dies
and nobody can stop it
and what's the worth of all this
of being just a man?
 
Always trying to make you happy
I'm the wind
always trying to make you happy
I'm the wind
stronger! stronger!
stronger! stronger!
I'm not here!
 

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Mercy (Eurovízió Verzió)

Versions: #2
Ma reggel születtem,
a nevem Mercy,
a tenger közepén,
mely elválaszt két országot.
 
Hosszú út volt és Anya rálépett.
A szíve alatt hordott, nyolc és fél hónapig.
Oh igen, nyolc és fél hónapig.
 
Elhagytuk az otthonunkat, melyet háború tépázott.
Persze igaza volt, nem volt mit vesztenünk.
Oh nem, csupán az életünket.
 
Ma reggel születtem,
a nevem Mercy.
Ők kezet nyújtottak nekem,
és életben vagyok.
Én vagyok az összes gyerek,
akiket a tenger magához szólított.
Százezer évig fogok élni,
a nevem Mercy.
 
És ott, a szemünk előtt, ott volt az ellenség,
a kék végtelenség, talán végtelen,
de igen, tudtuk az árát.
 
A hullámból kiemelkedve, egy segítő hajó
visszaadta az esélyt a túlélésre.
Ott sírtam fel először.
 
Ma reggel születtem,
a nevem Mercy.
Ők kezet nyújtottak nekem,
és életben vagyok.
Én vagyok az összes gyerek,
akiket a tenger magához szólított.
Százezer évig fogok élni,
a nevem Mercy.
 
Ma reggel születtem,
a nevem Mercy.
 
Köszönöm, köszönöm, jól vagyok köszönöm.
Köszönöm, köszönöm, jól vagyok köszönöm.
Köszönöm, köszönöm, jól vagyok köszönöm.
Köszönöm, köszönöm, jól vagyok köszönöm.
 
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Crossroad, Both Sides

Where am I? The first time in Mei's hands,
The place we went together was really, really stunning!
Something far away is moving
Let's go catch it! Mei wants to show it to Mei!
 
Hey, Mei came here like she should
Mei calls out to Mei, 'I'm here!' but... is that being bad?
 
Hey, which Mei is the real Mei?
Beyond the crossroad, front and back
If you don't get something, you shouldn't lose anything
Light and shadow will never be apart
Even if we're apart, Mei can hear
Mei's voice, Mei's voice...
 
It's dark... night is scary
Mei doesn't know where Mei is at all
What if the morning is
Hiding from Mei - what'll Mei do all alone?
 
I smell someone who's smiling
But I don't know what's over there...
 
I don't think I remembered, yesterday
Wonder if it remains inside Mei's heart?
We've done it lots of times since the beginning, so
We'll become friends again
 
No matter where you go, the world is wide
Let's make a promise with Mei's friends
After we say, 'See you later,'
We'll always smile
 
Hey, does Mei know the real Mei?
At the crossroad, who is front and who is back?
We laughed just as much as we smiled
Mei and Mei's light and shadow
 
Hey, which Mei is the real Mei?
Beyond the crossroad, front and back
If you don't get something, you shouldn't lose anything
Light and shadow will never be apart
Even if we're apart, Mei can hear
Mei's voice, Mei's voice...
 
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Golden Girl

I won't turn around anymore
No, I won't stay behind anymore
I won't hold me back anymore
No, I won't stop anymore
 
Here you will see who's the golden girl
On the beat, attitude, she's a knockout and dynamite
Then after I can be a ballerina
With my classy rhyme, my elegance is always on
 
Don't rush me
Everything has its time
To make it happen
I learned to be careful
I left my heart in your hands
Then I took it back
Now I need to get my sight back
 
I won't turn around anymore
No, I won't stay behind anymore
I won't hold me back anymore
No, I won't stop anymore
 
I won't turn around anymore
No, I won't stay behind anymore
I won't hold me back anymore
No, I won't stop anymore
 
We win to lose
And we lose to win
The balance of life is like this
These are moments to consider
I'm very demanding
And competition is my middle name
My words are my weapons
And also my defense
 
So, if you wanna fight
I'm not gonna stop you
But just don't complain later
Because I won't give up
I will never give up, no
 
I won't turn around anymore
No, I won't stay behind anymore
I won't hold me back anymore
No, I won't stop anymore
 
I won't turn around anymore
No, I won't... Ooh
I won't hold me back anymore
No, I won't stop anymore
 
Golden girl
She's a knockout, a knockout and dynamite
Or a ballerina
With my classy rhyme
My elegance is always on
 

Don't Tell (Me)

I never thought I'd fall
How we've passed through it all
The sun won't shine any longer
And the moon is hiding
 
If you'd just look back
You'll see that we can still return
It was hard, I won't lie
But you promised not to give up
 
So don't tell me 'Enough, don't love'
I've only got half a heart left and now
I don't know how to move on
I was used to you being next to me
 
And if one day you'll feel alone
Just know that I am always the one
Who would never give up, would never leave
Because I will never stop loving
 
The wind has been silent for long
The happiness is no longer here
The dreams never stop
And the nights never end
 
After such a long period of time
I understood the problem
It's not us, it's life
You've got to learn from your obstacles
 
So don't tell me 'Enough, don't love'
I've only got half a heart left and now
I don't know how to move on
I was used to you being next to me
 
Now the silence speaks
Only a recurring memory remains
I sit and wait
For the day where we'll finally live
 

I Wait for You

To tell you the truth, I thank you
That you loved and made sure I won't fall
And if I have to, I promise I'll wait for you
Until you come and we'll change everything
 
Let me hold you again, let me feel you
For without your eyes there's no use, you left and I'm empty now
 
And it's another morning without you
Without the smile on your face
Another day passes, I'm counting each minute
And it's another night, I wait for you
I gaze at the moon again
When will it inform me that love has returned
 
Every second that you're absent, I'm tearing up
Don't be mad but I miss you
Away from you I felt emptiness
Just come back, I'll love you till I die
 

Heartbeat Clocktower

The sound of the clocktower’s gears
That is the proof she’s alive
So that this second hand doesn’t stop
Watching over it is “my” role
 
The former master, a personification of greed
Why couldn’t he notice sooner
That his own sin would ruin himself
One of these days?
 
The ugly burn marks that remain on half of her body even now
Etch those two’s memories
 
Today again there are lost
Pitiful visitors who don’t know anything
Before long they’ll probably be delivered
Into the “Master of the Graveyard”’s stomach
 
That “girl” pretending to be the lead role
As usual is absorbing herself in selfishness
While the loneliness of having lost her “counterpart”
Shows a little on her face
 
Just before his death a solitary man created
That small theater deep in the forest
In that time when it was left behind, it began to ring out
The clockwork lullaby
 
“Bloodstained scissors”, “Violet katana”
The days we wait for those who have yet to wake
When all the songs have been recited
It appears Utopia will complete
 
The clock hand stopping
Means the end of herself
The time left in the rusted and chipped gears
Isn’t long
 
Just before his death a solitary man created
A small theater deep in the forest
The one acting as curator is the one he loved most
“The Clockwork Doll”
 
Resolving myself
I gently placed my hand
Into my own left breast and reached in deeply…
 
My spring resounds with the gears of the clocktower
And the story begins anew
So that the clock hands don’t stop
Continuing to turn is my role
 

Immature

(I like u, bye!)
I like of being immature with ya
I like of giving me and losing myself
I wanna be able to tease your way
Smoking anything to be entertained
I take the risk in this life just to see you
All our youth is running in our veins
 
It's because I'm weak, fragile, stupid to talk about love
But with you I will (I like you, bye!)
It's because I'm weak, fragile, stupid to talk about love
But with you I will (I like you, bye!)
 
I like of being immature with you
Whether I lie I'm careful to you don't notice this
I wanna be able to tease your way
Smoking anything to be entertained
I take the risk in this life just to see you
All our youth is running in our veins
 
It's because I'm weak, fragile, stupid to talk about love
But with you I will (I like you, bye!)
It's because I'm weak, fragile, stupid to talk about love
But with you I will (I like you, bye!)
It's because I'm weak, fragile, stupid to talk about love
But with you I will, I will
 

One hundred weddings

I can't hide the fact that I feel a little sorry for my friends
But anyway I am very happy for them
There were so many weddings in this year
Everyone wants to see a friend as a wedding guest
 
I dance at the wedding without stopping
When they sing I sing loudest
But in this situation
I'd like someone to notice my sadness
But in this situation
I'd like someone to notice my sadness
 
I've had a good time at a hundred weddings
I've congratulated the happy couples
Now I have a hundred married friends
I've had a good time at a hundred weddings
Everyone was impressed with my cheerfulness
But when will I celebrate at my own wedding?
 
The music fills the neighborhood
The bride has so many friends
And I'm sure that this wedding of my friend
Will soon result in a hundred-and-first wedding.
And I'm sure that this wedding of my friend
Will soon result in a hundred-and-first wedding.
 
I've had a good time at a hundred weddings
I've congratulated the happy couples
Now I have a hundred married friends
I've had a good time at a hundred weddings
Everyone was impressed with my cheerfulness
But when will I celebrate at my own wedding?
 

I'm going to Europe

I'm going to Europe mom, I'm going to Europe,
I'm so depressed that I want to escape.
I'm going to Europe, get my clothes ready
and the cards of dad.
 
Maybe I get relief watching the jet set
at the top of the Eiffel Tower
and I forget those crazy goddmaned ignorants
who don't even know the Louvre.
 
I'm going to Europe mom, I'm going to Europe,
I have it decided, I can't stand anymore.
I'm going to Europe, cut it with the soup
because I wanna get there very slim.
 
I'd like to go to the beach to see
the topless of the sweden girl because I'm free.
The nudes if are blondes... is very artistic
here the cola less is tacky.
 
I'm going to Europe mom, I'm going to Europe, to Italy...
I'll make my way to Pisa, Roma, Milano.
I'm going to Europe to see if in the European Cup
they can stop Maradona.
 
But after the months passing I will miss a lot,
after all I'm sentimental too
that's why I'm thinking well this trip now,
I'm a bit sad but I know what to do...
 
I'm going to Europe mom, I'm going to Europe
I'll take the yerba mate
and four records of chamamé
and the photograph laughing all day
of Pocho and Carlos Gardel
 

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My European

She is Gallic with little white wine
She is against governments
She is not the daughter of religions
She is not a moneywhore
She is wind from the North or the West
She is wind from the South or the East
She is homeless in the street
She is always a waste of time
She is a gypsy she is profane
She is when the Gallic woman glides
She is always the smoker of joints
She sleeps in the train stations
She is in solidarity with the combat
She is Warsaw, Messina
She is not a banker for a penny
She is not boots at attention
She is homeless without borders
She is against totalitarianism
She is 'Fuck you with your money'
Come on, go get a brunette
She is my face of Picasso
She is all my friends with a paintbrush
Kusturica Sarajevo
The Gestapo is not far away
 
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
She doesn't really have borders
Her body is the entire planet
No offense to the bourgeoisie
You know, this is my European, to me
 
She is keupon rat on the shoulder
She is the prison tattoo
She is the sobbing accordion
She is 'give me a tango'
She is the destiny of origins
She has greco-latin roots
She is against the bank union
She is my revolutionaries
 
She is friends with Mimi Pinson
She is Romania without money
She is guillotine for the kings
She is rather like you and me
She is not from the media I think
She is not a bourgeois politician
She is a peasant in combat
She is a partisan when she drinks
 
She is a licensed worker
No, she's not the daughter of progress
She is a bandoneon in the métro
She is rather Manu Crado
She is northern, north-african
She is a little baltic too
She looks like a greek statue
She looks like Italy
It seems from Paris to Venice
It seems from Namur to the Marquesa Islands
It's Gauguin who paints the Earth
Like a paintbrush tells you my brother
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
 
She is not Merkel or Hollande
It's not false propaganda
Hate speech in the pub
She is romanian in the métro
 
She does not have a round end of the month
No offense to the bourgeoisie
She is not Mercedes I believe
She is rather Greek in combat
 
She is Swedish threesomes
She is my tab when I drink
She is greco-latin, Germanic
She is British when she hangs out
She loves bars, she loves beer
She loves the smell of the people
She is part wolf part dog
She is from where we are from, wherever we come from
 
She is Barcelona at heart
She is Venice, she is Verona
It's not the market of London
It's the hell of the Babylons
She is Cherbourg Saint-Petersburg
She is all the prostitutes of Hamburg
She is Russia, American
You know me, my republic hate
 
She is polka in the métros
She is gypsy she is Djangi
She is not the Calais ghetto
She is not the kingdom of the ticket
She is flamenco under Franco
She is the smile of the proletarian
She is the little morning in the pub
She is the face of Greta Garbo
She is the sobbing accordion
She is 'Give me a tango'
She has Ukrainian beauty
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
She is not what happens on the radios
She is not what we read on social media
 
She is German, she is English
She is Flemish, she is French
She is Bulgarian, she is Slovak
Fist lifted against the truncheon
My Spaniard, my Italian
In farandole my European
She is Lithuanian, she is Hungarian
She is Walloon, she is from Liège
She is baltic, she is bohemian
My Bolshevik, my Norwegian
She is Athenian, she is Danish
She fucks me my Swedish woman
She is latin, anglo-saxon
And often it's true she is stupid
She is a continent with an old history
She is often at trading posts
 
She is Welsh, she is Gallic
She especially knows how to leave me the tab
She is the Polish revolter
She has blood from Northern Ireland
She is a greco-roman statue
You would see her, my European
My Venus for me when I hang out
More than everything, my European
 
Whether she is Chinese or Japanese
She can even be American
From Saigon to Tian'anmen
You know, for me, my European
She can come from all the lands
As long as she sings to me about missionaries
Yeah, it's sure, she has no borders
 
She has the body of the entire Earth
 

English Lesson

- I draw a building in chalk
What is written on it?
What is written on it?
 
- Kino
 
- Now...
What is this building called in English?
what is this building called in English?
 
- Cinema
 
- Yes, that's right!
 
- A class is going to the cinema
Who is waiting to go in?
Who is waiting to go in?
 
- Deti
 
Now...
What are they called in English, please?
What are they called in English, please?
 
- Children
 
- Well done!
 
- Everyone gets top marks today
We'll see each other again tomorrow
We'll see each other again tomorrow
 
- Tomorrow is Sunday
 
- You can understand me
If you can understand what I say
If you can understand what I say...
 

ENAMEL

So come on, try wholeheartedly indulging yourself
A spiral staircase that heads to pleasure, into the darkness
 
On that path that twists and turns
You've taken out your sword, countless times
And the night bloomed in beauty with your enemies blood
 
Come on, I'm going to make you
Forget everything
No need for sly kisses
I just order you to obey me
 
The sounds that turn over the ornaments with cold hands
Are faintly conveyed from the Enamel.
 
Inside the fragmentary memories
Inside the reeled in memories, to the thinly transparent back of my mind
 
Not wanting to go back there, we stand here, bound to inside of this cage
We're fine with just each other, for however long, into madness
 
I'm going to make you forget, anything and everything
No need for sly kisses, just your obedience that says 'Yes my lord'
 
Not wanting to go back there, we stand here, bound to inside of this cage
We're fine with just each other, for however long, into madness.
 
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On the map of Europe

Last night, I had a talk
with the poplars and the wind
The wind knew me
The poplars knew me
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 
And I remembered
the summer nights
when I was leaving home
already walking out the door
I was seeing myself far
don't know in which country
and woke up at the dawn
with eyes on the map
 
And I remembered
what I wanted to be:
a poplar rising
to the sky and a fast wind
that surrounds the Earth
always and later
I looked upon the map
but didn't find myself!...
 
Last night, I had a talk
with the poplars and the wind
The wind knew me
The poplars knew me
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 
And I remembered
what I wanted to be:
a poplar rising
to the sky and a fast wind
that surrounds the Earth
always and later
I looked upon the map
but didn't find myself!...
 
Last night, I had a talk
with the poplars and the wind
The wind knew me
The poplars knew me
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 
They knew me from the times
when I wandered the world
with my thoughts and eyes
on the map of Europe!...
 

Blow

Can't you hear the sound of the wind? My heart thirsts a little
I haven't seen it, I don't even know its name
However far, I have a hunch someone will call me.
 
Let the wind blow
 
I'll fly away with the wind to the end of the world
Can't you feel it too? The signs are expanding in my heart
I loved completely, with my noisy baby heart
If I was born again differently
I'd want to soar freely like a bird through the sky
 
Let the wind blow
Let the wind blow
 
I want to live in the wind, cheeks full of air
Who knows? Though I tie it everything down, it still blows away
One sighing person
They breathed in the fog and slept
An early afternoon day dream
 
If I was born again differently
I'd want to soar freely like a bird through the sky
 
I can hear the wind blow
I can hear the wind blow
 
I'll fly away with the wind to the end of the world
Can't you feel it too? The signs are expanding in my heart
 

European anthem (to the joy)

O friends, not those tones!
But let's start more pleasant
And happier!
 
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter from Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
Heavenly, your sanctuary.
Your spells bind again,
What the fashion strictly shared,
All people become brothers,
Where your gentle wing rests.
 
Who managed the big hit,
to be friend of a friend,
Whoever has won a devoted wife,
mix in his cheers!
Yes - who only one soul
his name is on the earth's surface!
And who could never, steal
weeping out of this covenant!
 
Joy is the name of the strong feather
in eternal nature.
Joy, joy pushes the wheels
in the big world clock.
Flowers lure them from the germs,
Suns from the firmament,
Spheres she rolls in the rooms,
that does not know the seer's pipe.
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter from Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
Heavenly, your sanctuary.
Your spells bind again,
What the fashion strictly shared,
All people become brothers,
Where your gentle wing rests.
 

Dance to Kuduro

Versions: #1
El Orfanato
Danza Kuduro (Plop, Plop, Plop…)
Lucenzo
El Rey…!
 
Put your hands up
Moving only the hips
Turn half around
Dance to Kuduro
Don't lose your breath now
Because this has just started
Move your head
Dance to Kuduro
 
Put your hands up
Moving only the hips
Turn half around
Dance to Kuduro
Don't lose your breath now
Because this has just started
Move your head
Dance to Kuduro
 
Who's going to control the power of this wicked feeling that now gets through your veins
and the heat like the sun that can't let you be still at the beat, babe.
Who's going to stop this feeling that makes your hips lose control as you dance.
This fire burning inside you slowly is gonna get you wild
 
Put your hands up
Moving only the hips
Turn half around
Dance to Kuduro
Don't lose your breath now
Because this has just started
Move your head
Dance to Kuduro
 
Move your body, this here is so crazy
Morena, come to my side
No one is going to be still
I want to see you, come on, shake to kuduro
Move your body, this here is so crazy
Morena, come to my side
No one is going to be still
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi…
Come shake your hips, let's dance kuduro
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi…
Brunette or blonde, come on, dance the kuduro
Oi, oi, oi…
 

Button

I was walking in the forest and I met you,
You were playing hockey
But by putting up a 'No mines' shield,
The minesweeper was mistaken - not once, but twice
 
And all that's left of you is a button
And all that's left of you is a button
 
The love is gone like two glasses of beer,
And the memories are surprisingly surprising
Every evening, you portrait is
A light in the window for me
 
There are communal services everywhere now,
I am buying ploughs made from brass knuckles
I was on the radio, they were throwing ads
Maybe you hid in Smolensk
 
And all that's left of you is a button
And all that's left of you is a button
 
It seems like we met on a website,
But only for money, I am sorry wives
Where are you in the morning? Euro was being buried
Beer and Mauser (non-registered)
Sejka avoided the cry of a cuckoo1
Versace pants and a Krambambulia CD…
 
And all that's left of you is a button
Only a button,
Only a button!
 

• 1. Not sure what 'Сейка' is...

Eyes that talk

Your eyes, beautiful,
Brighter than the stars,
Are blacker than the black,
Are like the two sighs.
 
Every sigh is burning
But its fire is sweet,
It penetrates into the heart
And doesn't give it peace.
 
But who can forget you,
Eyes that talk
Without speaking,
Without speaking?
Look at me, yes,
And stop for a moment,
How I say,
How I wish,
How I wish!
 
They are black, brighter
Than the ebony.
Like a delicate silk
Are the eyes of Concettina.
 
Always if I look in them
I find in them a passion
Because I'm used
To caressing them with the look.
 
But who can forget you,
Eyes that talk
Without speaking,
Without speaking?
Look at me, yes,
And stop for a moment,
How I say,
How I wish,
How I wish!
 
Fragrant flowers and petals,
I don't search too many things!
The most beautiful girl,
Even if she's rich, doesn't fascinate me.
 
But all the sympathy,
But all my life
Will be in success or go to ruin
Because of eyes of Concettina.
 
But who can forget you,
Eyes that talk
Without speaking,
Without speaking?
Look at me, yes,
And stop for a moment,
How I say,
How I wish,
How I wish!
 
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Poor Pippilotta

Oh, Pippi-Pippi-Pippi-Pippi,
Pippi-Pippi-Pippi-Pippi,
Poor, poor Pippilotta!
Longstocking!
 
I went through mountains-slopes, fly-agarics,
Sidewalks-tare-bars and marshes,
Falling from the feet!
 
Without a map and without a compass
I trudge on a horse,
Who forgot where
The North, West, South, East!
 
Eh, one-two-three-four-five,
I went out for a walk
Poor, poor Pippilotta!
Very cute!
Eh, it means, it's necessary directly-directly,
And then again to the right,
And then forward to the turn...
Forgot everything!
 
Oh, dad-daddy,
Beloved, dear,
Probably, in two hundred years
I'll get home!
 
Two million seventeen thousands
One hundred and forty-eight and one step,
Two million seventeen thousands
One hundred and forty-nine and one step,
Two million seventeen thousands
One hundred and forty-ten and one step,
Oh!
Forty-ten does not exist,
And there are fifty!
So, I must start all over again!
Oh, dad-daddy
Darling-dear
Hundred times told,
How to get to our home!
 
Pippi, Pippi,
Who is this?
Poor, poor Peppilotta!
Longstocking!
 
Tibor from QS-FB

The future murguistas

A shadow near the half barrel grill
Without a buck in his pocket
With the sweater on his shoulders
Slicked back hairstyle
Studying the rehearsal
Rushing the embers
Quietly coveting
The paint and the desguise
 
Peeping at the girls
Of a January night
Measuring the glasses
Of the ones in the bar counter
The future murguista
Sponges a cigarrette
While they set clear for him
You don't come if you're underage
 
He'll talk about his childhood
When the moment comes
Without saying it in words
Without naming the pain
It will be enough with his accent
In the starry night
In the group of middle voices
With a people around
 
Where are they from?, where do they come out?
The heirs of the tradition
Listen to another voice, whose it is?
The murga lives, nobody teaches it anywhere
The boys know it and later they want to sing
 
Illuminating the past
Challenging the future
Denouncing the present
With a simple ritual
The future murguistas
Come to see every night
The murga rehearsing
The future carnival.
 
There are traditions that are deader than a pharaoh
Who dances the Pericon?
Who gives the communion to the kid?
There are others living in the corners of the city
The boys know it and later they want to sing
 

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The Door into Summer

As long as we have something
to believe in,
I will surely find the door
 
Even if I can't
take you there
There's no need to cry
 
I'll create our future
I'm going back in time
So that, together with Pete
We'll come back for you
Therefore, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
Rest until that day comes
 
It's too early
to give up now
I'll find the key to the door
 
Even if you're here
and we can't start over again
There's no need to live a lonely life
 
With the happiness that I'm holding onto from the past
I'll sleep towards the future
So that, together with Pete
We'll throw open the door into summer for an eternity
Therefore, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
Rest until that day comes
 
In our hearts, where winter scenery sparkles
Let's hold onto the summer
Therefore, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
Until that day comes, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
Until that day comes, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
Rest until that day comes
 
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
Rest until that day comes
 

Future Ex

Listen, hear my plan
So we can still be into each other
And don't come to an end
 
Don't let me
Love you like this just to
Lose you like this
After loving you so much
 
And I, want to give you
What you missed to have with others
But you feel tied
To all the things you have lived
Come back to me
Don't let me be
Just another one, one, one, one
 
If I'm your future ex
I'll forget what you did to me in the past
And in the present I'll get a chance
If I'm your future ex
Future ex
 
Now
I know home isn't the place where I live
But the place where you are
It doesn't matter
What you feel for me
'Cause what I feel for you
It's good enough for me
 
And I, want to give you
What you missed to have with others
But you feel tied
To all the things you have lived
Come back to me
Don't let me be
Just another one, one, one, one
 
If I'm your future ex
I'll forget what you did to me in the past
And in the present I'll get a chance
If I'm your future ex
Future ex
Future ex
 
If I'm your future ex
I'll forget what you did to me in the past
And in the present I'll get a chance
If I'm your future ex
Future ex
Future ex
 

The Sweet Miracle

What is this? Wonder! My hands blossom.
Roses, roses, roses grow to my fingers.
My lover kissed my hands, and in them,
oh grace! roses budded like stars.
 
And I go through the footpath crying out the charm
and in glee I alternate a smile with weeping
and under the miracle of my enchantment
the wings of the wind are scented with roses.
 
And upon seeing me the passerby murmur:
'Don't you see that she's crazy? Take her back home.
She says that in her hands roses have been born
And she goes about waving them like butterflies!'
 
Ah, poor are the people that never comprehend
one of these miracles and only understand,
that flowers are only born in the rosebushes
and that there isn't more wheat than there are wheat-fields!
 
that lines and color and shape are required,
and that only admit reality by rule.
So that when someone says: 'I go with the sweetness',
they immediately search for the creature.
 
That they call me crazy, that they imprison me in a cell,
that with seven keys they shut my door,
that close to the door they set a whippet,
a crude jailer, a loyal jailer.
 
I will sing the same: 'My hands blossom.
Roses, roses, roses grow to my fingers.'
And all of my cell shall have the fragrance
Of an immense bouquet of roses from France!
 

Élek

Semmi, amit mondok, nem jön ki jól
Nem tudok szeretni harc nélkül
Soha senki nem tudja a nevem
Mikor napért imádkozok, esik
 
Annyira elegem van az időpazarlásból
De semmi nem jár a fejemben
Ihlet nem található
Felkelek és elbukok, de
 
Élek, élek, oh igen
A jó és rossz között, ott találsz engem
A mennyország felé nyújtózva
Harcolni fogok, és majd alszom ha meghalok
Élni fogom az életem, élek!
 
Minden szerető összetöri a szívemet
És már az elejétől tudom ezt
Mégis zűrbe keveredek
Minden alkalommal, mikor tippelek
Minden barátom csak elfut
Mikor rossz napom van
Inkább maradnék az ágyban, de tudom, hogy oka van, hogy
 
Élek, élek, oh igen
A jó és rossz között, ott találsz engem
A mennyország felé nyújtózva
Harcolni fogok, és majd alszom ha meghalok
Élni fogom az életem, élek!
 
Mikor halálra unom magamat otthon
Mikor nem veszi fel a telefont
Mikor a második helyen ragadok
Azokat a megbánásokat nem tudom eltörölni
Csak a végét tudom megváltoztatni
A filmnek a fejemben
Nincs idő a szenvedésre
Nem fogom sajnálni magam
 
Élek, élek, oh igen
A jó és rossz között, ott találsz engem
A mennyország felé nyújtózva
Harcolni fogok, és majd alszom ha meghalok
Élni fogom az életem, élek!
 
Élek, élek, oh igen
A jó és rossz között, ott találsz engem
A mennyország felé nyújtózva
Harcolni fogok, és majd alszom ha meghalok
Élni fogom a kemény életem
Élni fogom az életem
Élek!
 

Strange woman

Someone has thrown into the night a handful of yellow lights
I am your night guest, your uninvited visitor
Why do you have such sad eyes? A boozy voice...
They call you a 'strange woman'.
 
A strange woman, strange...
Who looks like a wounded bird,
Sad, with lost heart,
Who has forgotten the joy of flight
Who will I be for you in your life?
Who will I be for you in your life?
A strange woman, strange...
 
I don't ask you to forgive me
You will say nothing in reply
I don't want to stay with you and go into the dawn
I see random joy in your sad eyes
I've loved all of your strangeness for so long
 
A strange woman, strange...
Who looks like a wounded bird,
Sad, with lost heart,
Who has forgotten the joy of flight
Who will I be for you in your life?
Who will I be for you in your life?
A strange woman, strange...
 
A strange woman, strange...
Who looks like a wounded bird,
Sad, with lost heart,
Who has forgotten the joy of flight
Who will I be for you in your life?
Who will I be for you in your life?
 

Fekete tavirózsák

Amikor egy csónakban vagyok
lebegek - tudom sosem fulladhatok meg
Most látom a vízalatti világot
A szél az egyetlen hang...
 
Megfogom a kezed, amikor alászállok
Én fenn vagyok és feljebb*
Megfogom a kezed, amikor alászállok
 
Én fenn vagyok és feljebb*
A folyón
Lebegek
a víz alatt
Az óceánba uszom
Ezer fekete tavirózsa...
Fekete tavirózsák...
A folyón
Lebegek
a víz alatt
 
Az óceánba uszom
Ezer fekete tavirózsa...
Fekete tavirózsák...
 
Karok nyujtóznak előre
Az én karjaim - Nem látok többet
Táncolunk ahogy lebegünk körbe,
 
Az óceán mélye felé tartunk,
Megfogom a kezed amikor alászállok
Én fenn vagyok és feljebb*
A folyón
lebegek
a víz alatt.
Az óceánba úszom.
 
Ezer fekete tavirózsa...
A folyón
a víz alatt.
Az óceánba úszom.
Ezer fekete tavirózsa...
lefelé lebegek
emlékszem.
 

Aurora

I know you think of me everytime you go with them.. Baby...
I know you regret it and every night you look for me.. Baby...
 
Aurora I looked a lot for you
Aurora I changed for you
Aurora I deeply made a mistake
Uuhhh Aurora Aurora
X2
 
I know you think of me everytime you go with them.. Baby...
I know you regret it and every night you look for me.. Baby...
 
Aurora..aahhh
 
Me, me, me, me
You, you, you, you x2
 
It's too late for you
When you'll love me I won't be listening
In our veins is flowing and makes us warm(hot tempered)
 
Aurora I looked a lot for you
Aurora I changed for you
Aurora I deeply made a mistake
Uuhhh Aurora Aurora
X2
 
For you I changed, I did a lot of things for you
I promise you the next life
Even that is yours
 

Apples on the snow

Apples on the snow, pink on the white
What do we do with them?
Apples on the snow
Apples on the snow in their delicate pink skins
You can help them but I can't help myself
 
Apples on the snow, apples on the snow
Apples on the snow, apples on the snow
You can help them but I can't help myself
You can help them but I can't help myself
 
Apples on the snow, freezing helplessly
Like Springs long past that I keep in my memory
Apples on the snow, freezing slowly
Warm them up with your tears, for I no longer can
 
Apples on the snow, apples on the snow
Apples on the snow, apples on the snow
Warm them up with your tears, for I no longer can
Warm them up with your tears, for I no longer can
 
Apples on the snow... I pick them off the branches
Apples on the snow shining farewell to me
 
Apples on the snow, apples on the snow
Apples on the snow, apples on the snow
What do we do with them?
Apples on the snow
Apples on the snow shining farewell to me