A keresés eredménye

Angela.

Versions: #2
Angela, everything happened strange, like in the movies,
Half empty casino and Los Angeles,
And then hot whisper of unclear words,
You were sold to me, for one night, by city of Angels.
 
Do you know, Angela, none of us thought nor guessed,
That this night will turn into a crazy movie set.
Two weeks has flown away, two weeks has flown away,
Like in a dream, in a dream.
 
Its not too late to say:-'Good bye,
Let's finish drinking cold chai,
And you, don't show me off, I'll leave.'
A bit more, I won't be able to go,
Bye-bye, baby, don't be sad,
Only don't be sad, forgive.
 
Angela, on your cheeks salty trace and sad,
And by the window is frozen lonely silhouette.
And money shoved into your hands you've thrown into the night,
They swirl behind the window, away they fly.
 
The city of Angels, it will lower them on the pavement,
And the night passer by will except them like God's present.
Two weeks has flown away, two weeks has flown away,
Like in a dream, in a dream.
 
Its not too late to say:-'Good bye,
Let's finish drinking cold chai,
And you, don't show me off, I'll leave.'
A bit more, I won't be able to go,
Bye-bye, baby, don't be sad,
Only don't be sad, forgive .
 
Forgive...
 

The sunny days are gone

Versions: #2
The sunny days are gone
And birds are flown home.
And here we are, spending week after week alone.
 
Together, together, we are stayed together, you and I.
Beloved, my beloved, priceless mine.
Together, together, we are stayed together, you and I.
Beloved, my beloved, priceless mine.
 
I look again on of your plaits.
I can't have enough of them all day.
White feathers of migrating birds
Stuck to some strands of yours.
 
And though, on my hair, lying snow, and doesn't melt,
But you are, my beloved, as before, better then the rest.
And though, on my hair, lying snow, and doesn't melt,
But you are, my beloved, as before, better then the rest.
 
Carrying all the colours of the spring,
The birds will return again.
But colour of your hair, but colour of your hair, the spring will retain.
 
And we will smile to the sun, without hiding the sadness.
Beloved, my beloved, my priceless.
And we will smile to the sun, without hiding the sadness.
Beloved, my beloved, my priceless.
 
The sunny days are gone
The sunny days are gone
The sunny days are gone...
 

Casanova

At zero o'clock the doors of years will thrust open. I will come in and break your casual circle.
I will carry off, steal the wonder of sinful hands. Casanova.
A carnival, a carnival at this late hour. A real scandal among sultry eyes.
It's me who have mixed everything up, fooled you. Casanova.
The night fire dance turns me on again.
 
I'm a lonely vagabond of love Casanova.
An eternal lover and an eternal villain lady-killer.
But I won't become tired of seducing again and again.
So I will stay a lonely vagabond Casanova.
 
A circular lust day and night, day and night. Fateful power over new lips and new tears.
I want to steal this breathe, this tremble. Casanova.
A carnival, a carnival at this late hour. A real scandal among sultry eyes.
It's me who have mixed everything up, fooled you. Casanova.
The night fire dance turns me on again.
 
I'm a lonely vagabond of love Casanova.
An eternal lover and an eternal villain lady-killer.
But I won't become tired of seducing again and again.
So I will stay a lonely vagabond Casanova.
I'm a lonely vagabond of love Casanova.
An eternal lover and an eternal villain lady-killer.
But I won't become tired of seducing again and again.
So I will stay a lonely vagabond Casanova.
 

Three minutes

A song lasts only three minutes
It will burst and go out like a star
We will be together, only three minutes or forever
 
Three minutes, three minutes
For a life to run its course in three minutes,
Is that too little or too much?
 
Three minutes, three minutes
To say all there is to say and start all over again,
Is that too little or too much?
 
There are only three minutes
For dreams filled with ideas come true
So that a heart could beat for a long time
After those three minutes
 
Three minutes, three minutes
For a life to run its course in three minutes,
Is that too little or too much?
 
Three minutes, three minutes
To say all there is to say and start all over again,
Is that too little or too much?
 

Eclipse of the heart

Maybe, we have gone crazy
I am your enemy, you are my enemy
The garden went dark in the middle of the day
Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?
 
But someone said rough words
Instead of us, instead of us
And we keep silent like two enemies
For the last time, for the last time
 
A solar eclipse darkens the sky
A solar eclipse has gone and it will gone
There was an eclipse of the heart
Don't worry! Everything will be OK
 
The garden of life will shine again
So light, so easy
Don't be offended, please!
Things that were hurting you they had gone
 
No one's more happier than you
Everything can happen in life, forget about it!
The garden in tears after rain is much more beautiful
Much more beautiful!
 
A solar eclipse darkens the sky
A solar eclipse has gone and it will gone
There was an eclipse of the heart
Don't worry! Everything will be OK
 
There was an eclipse of the heart
Don't worry! Everything will be OK
 
Maybe, we have gone crazy
I am your enemy, you are my enemy
The garden went dark in the middle of the day
Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?
 
Why...