A keresés eredménye

Egyetlen éjszaka

Az ágyban fekszem egész nap,
semmit sem hallok, csak az esőt,
a takarók alatt vagyok ma éjjel, olyan hidegnek érzem magam.
Azt kívánom bárcsak átjönnél,
mert sajnálom, hogy cserben hagytalak,
visszatekerném az időt, hogy itt ölelhesselek.
 
Bánom a pillanatot, láttalak belépni,
az ajkaim az övén, az a végzetes csók.
Részegen, nem gondolkodtam tisztán,
az ajkaim az övén, az a végzetes csók.
 
A szemeid a húsomba vágnak,
oh, miért adtam fel mindent egyetlen éjszakáért?
Mondd, hogy nem fogsz elengedni.
Oh, a szemeidből patakzanak a könnyek,
oh, miért adtam fel mindent egyetlen éjszakáért?
Mondd, hogy még mindig szeretsz.
Mondd, hogy még mindig szeretsz.
 
Régen olyan szabadnak éreztem magam veled,
és most a hatásod alatt vagyok.
Te vagy az, akit a testem akar,
de nem az akit a szívem kíván.
Millió évnek érződik,
mióta minden a miénk volt, félelmek nélkül.
Most félek túl közel kerülni,
mert mi van ha megsebzel?
 
Bánom a pillanatot, láttalak belépni,
az ajkaim az övén, az a végzetes csók.
Részegen, nem gondolkodtam tisztán,
az ajkaim az övén, az a végzetes csók.
 
A szemeid a húsomba vágnak,
oh, miért adtam fel mindent egyetlen éjszakáért?
Mondd, hogy nem fogsz elengedni.
Oh, a szemeidből patakzanak a könnyek,
oh, miért adtam fel mindent egyetlen éjszakáért?
Mondd, hogy még mindig szeretsz.
Mondd, hogy még mindig szeretsz.
 
Próbáljuk meg újra,
újra jóvá tehetjük?
Csak a kezeidet akarom.
 
A szemeid a húsomba vágnak,
oh, miért adtam fel mindent egyetlen éjszakáért?
Mondd, hogy nem fogsz elengedni.
Oh, a szemeidből patakzanak a könnyek,
oh, miért adtam fel mindent egyetlen éjszakáért?
Mondd, hogy még mindig szeretsz.
A szemeid a húsomba vágnak,
oh, miért adtam fel mindent egyetlen éjszakáért?
Mondd, hogy nem fogsz elengedni. (Mondd, hogy nem engedsz el)
Oh, a szemeidből patakzanak a könnyek,
oh, miért adtam fel mindent egyetlen éjszakáért? (Egy éjszaka)
Mondd, hogy még mindig szeretsz.
Mondd, hogy még mindig szeretsz.
 

Kill Bill

There's little chance when I'm wrong that I confess
But when you dance I have to confess I'm jealous
You see me alone in the void

As a cloud flies from the wind

As a cloud flies from the wind,
I renounce her despised face.
 
The fire now cold within my breast,
my heart has already loosed its chain.
 

William bakes buns [My Old Man The Dustman]

I got married so young
And stupid I was even more
And love proposals? Well, many
And all of them from Richtown
But my William smelled lovely of baked bread and had blue sky eyes
and this blue sky just confused me oh, oh unfortunately.
 
My William bakes buns
And he doesn't love me much
He has sleepy-narrow eyes
And likes to sleep very much
I stand in the shop in the morning
And I look blue to you
Just look at me, whatever
As I'm slowly withering.
 
My man is cuddling with the dough
And works like a dog
But when he adds an yeast
He's yawning and going to sleep
Let everyone praise his trade
Let them praise God's gift
Fire from the furnace
is not enough for me
I want to feel other heat!
 
My William bakes buns
And he doesn't love me much
He has sleepy-narrow eyes
And likes to sleep very much
 
[...]
 
Early Sunday morning
I went to Allwisetown
There is smart baker girl
Perhaps she can give some advice.
From a distance as she sees me
My eyes, pale face
She runs instantly towards me:
Poor girl
You don't need tell me anything
 
Your William bakes buns
And he doesn't love you much
And his eyes are sleepy
And likes to sleep very much.
 
[...]
 
The evening came, stars came out
And the house smelled of cumin
I put the ladder against the wall
And up to the chimney!
They say one brick is enough
And fire should be without the draft
Now run in vain
Around the bakery
With dough on your hands!
 
My William did not bake buns
And he loved me a lot
His eyes were no longer sleepy
And he didn't want to sleep at all
 
[...]
 
It's morning, sun is burning
We open our shop
And local and non-local
Customers come to us
I yell: No buns!
And my voice thrilled with joy
I have empty shelves
Business is slow
This is what I call sin!
 
My William did not bake buns
And he loved me a lot
Now his eyes are sleepy
And he will sleep for a long time
I yell: No buns!
And the baker must sleep!
Let the city be angry
It doesn't bother me
What matters most he loves me.
 

Poem About Motherland

Surly like drunkards slow barracks hardly ridge
Or creeping road patrol service car with 2 pairs of eyes Glittering from inside like M&M's.
Toggled-looked new buildings hold the sky, the same black Lada 2109 is crossing wastelands.
Worker drags a coffin like a tarantula its cocoon.
Humans' offal is in photo frames of windows.
I come along Vostochny-city streets like I'm in Manhattan
Not hiding edematose face from the sunbeams.
Children sniff in carriages being lulled by carriages springs.
All my female classmates are drown close to me.
I come across midday streets like I do it in Montparnasse.
I'll let deceive me to each hooligan.
I'll drink and use drugs excessively in the gateway.
Then I'll fall down to your chest like a hydrogenous bomb.
 
My Motherland- is my love.
A sight from the window shows the mono-city wearing a dress Made of a grey cloth.
My Motherland- is my love.
Slum soldiers smile me back.My Motherland- is my love.
A sight from the window shows the mono-city wearing a dress Made of a grey cloth.
My Motherland- is my love where I read the poems not to the point.
I read the poems to an automatic
 
Our people(Russians) take part in wars or they're imprisoned.
I remember every Monday minute in October: how I was Assembling money for a pink police officer bribe.
Being afraid that he can take my fellow into prison for 10 Years.
Another brother said that he has nothing to lose and he went
To fight in a senseless war and to die there.
I only stayed here like a chatter-bird, like a child in fear Beyond the plastic windows.
We look like peers
In carriage wagon some random people consumpting a food.
Do you remember that you died and we were eating your Flesh that has a mummy flavor being forgotten in Mausoleum?
I'm sending a lost Chaldean language where it used to be Sent.
Trainman being in cold and in sweat has weaken significantly.
And I tell you genuinely that I love you loudly and with not a Shame.
At the carriage wagon of the train going to nowhere.
 
My Motherland- is my love.
A sight from the window shows the mono-city wearing a dress Made of a grey cloth.
My Motherland- is my love.
Slum soldiers smile me back.My Motherland- is my love.
A sight from the window shows the mono-city wearing a dress Made of a grey cloth.
My Motherland- is my love where I read the poems not to the point.
I read the poems to the automatic.