A keresés eredménye

Six doors

I have lost my shoes
Running down a hallway at midnight
I arrived at a square
With six doors and I didn’t know how to decide
 
One is which abandons me
Another always takes me back
Two of them are contradictions
And a fifth one is to open
 
And the last one is a circus, nothing is domesticated
My character crosses one side and on the other is the future
I let life run while I lower my arms
To the love wrapped in ties
That maybe hurt for me
 
I wanted to move around
I put the alcohol to burn
And it was the shadow that always walks behind
Fear of not seeing me
Fear of seeing me too much
I must not confess that it hurts when time flies
 
Prejudice is the claim of the poor puppets
I remove the label for you
You teach me everything else
 
And I thought I touched target but they did not convince me
They left me laughing with caches of champagne
I vomited in the alleys that didn’t seduce me either
And I left the heads that still have to be welded
 
I wanted to move around
I put the alcohol to burn
And it was the shadow that always walks behind
Fear of not seeing me
Fear of seeing me too much
I must not confess that it hurts when time flies
 
I wanted to move around
 
Fear of not seeing me
Fear of seeing me too much
I must not confess that it hurts when time flies
 
The day before I am one of those
Who always studies for grades
And although sometimes it defeats me
Not being up to the task
 

9 Days.

What a surprise love,
how long without seeing you.
Did your friends tell you anything about me?
I have gone out some minutes to entertain myself,
But I remembered you.
 
I have thrown on the floor our things,
Thus, somehow I feel you here.
And with a jump, I jumped off the mattress,
Having the sense that someone was opening the door....
 
How does a life with you?
How will I speak of love without you?
I said goodbye in a very brave manner,
My reckless words,
These did not expect to see me like this.
And 9 days go by.
And 9 days go by.....
 
If you sit down, I’m ordering some dinner,
If you come close, my hands will celebrate it.
I don’t want to know, nor I tell you,
What I want is you grab me,
and take me till the end.
 
That with a jump,
I have thrown myself off the mattress,
Having the sense,
That someone was opening the door...
 
How does a life with you?
How will I speak of love without you?
I said goodbye in a very brave manner,
My reckless words,
These did not expect to see me like this.
 
How does a life with you?
How will I speak of love without you?!
I said goodbye in a very brave manner,
My reckless words,
These did not expect to see me like this.
And 9 days go by.
And 9 days go by...
 
How does a life with you?
 
How will I speak of love without you....
 

Habit Of You

I have a habit of you and I feel in debt
As I do with the world that I saved to teach you
If I had the power to give everything in return
I would earn time to go find you
 
I forget everything, I forget about myself
I forget the time we spend
At times I forget
 
I forget the wine that came to forget
I forget what he threw at us
More than a thousand reasons
I stay on your mouth, the kisses that exhaust
My legs beg me for asphalt and fly
There are four words, it's terrible to tell the truth
 
I have a habit of you and I feel in debt
As I do with the world that I saved to teach you
If I had the power to give everything in return
I would earn time to go find you
 
I have a habit of you, it's obvious
I don't want to be the light in another story
Let me invent you
Let me undo your memory
 
How easy, to laugh and cry
I wanted to save myself without explanation
Make me a life
 
I leave an answer with a song
And of all the nights when it wasn't me
That I was mine, I was mine
 
I stay on your mouth, the kisses that exhaust
My legs beg me for asphalt and fly
There are four words, it's terrible to tell the truth
 
I have a habit of you and I feel in debt
As I do with the world that I saved to teach you
If I had the power to give everything in return
I would earn time to go find you
I have a habit of you, it's obvious
I don't want to be the light in another story
Let me invent you
Let me undo your memory
 
I have a habit of you and I feel in debt
If I had the power to give everything in return
I would earn time to go find you
 
I have a habit of you, it's obvious
I don't want to be the light in another story
Let me invent you
Let me undo your memory
 
I have a habit of you
I have a habit of you
I have a habit of you
I have a habit of you
I have a habit of you
Habit of you
 

Ask Me

The rain is falling slowly
Your step, a storm
Silence that is broken
 
With a subtle nature
I go around the house turning lights on
Life keeps on occuring, and everything goes by
The way a scent goes by
 
Intense is the way in which you know me so well
And the way that you kiss is something that can't ever be forgotten
I know that which came to stay
Tracing coordinates without looking
We look for...(a way)
 
Ask me for whatever you want
Release me from this doubt
Ask me for temptation
Once we are together in the dark
Ask me for the diary of your skin
Ask me for what I never will be
Ask me, ask me, ask me
 
The tricks that my mind pulls on me
Mapping my way
I feel like a passenger moving in reverse
His destiny in tow
 
We have as much peace as ways of getting there
They are remainders of desire that never comes
Always leaving one another, leaving one another
 
Ask me for whatever you want
Release me from this doubt
Ask me for temptation
Once we are together in the dark
Ask me for the diary of your skin
Ask me to be that which I will never be
 
Ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me for the diary of your skin
Ask me for what I never will be
Ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me
Ask me for the diary of my skin
Ask me for what I never will be
Ask me, ask me, ask me, ask me
 

Our Bride Says

Our bride says,
'What is the head called?'
'It is not called a head,
But spacious fields.'
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What is the hair called?'
'It is not called hair,
But silk for weaving.'
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What is the forehead called?'
'It is not called a forehead,
But a shining sword.'
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What are the eyebrows called?'
'They are not called eyebrows,
But ribbons from the loom.'
Oh, my ribbons from the loom!
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What are the eyes called?'
'They are not called eyes,
But vast scenic overlooks.'
Oh, my vast scenic overlooks!
Oh, my ribbons from the loom!
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What is the nose called?'
'It is not called a nose,
But a date with fingerprints.'
Oh, my date with fingerprints!
Oh, my vast scenic overlooks!
Oh, my ribbons from the loom!
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.
 
Our bride says,
'What is the face called?'
'It is not called a face,
But a rose from the rose bush.'
Oh, my rose from the rose bush!
Oh, my date with fingerprints!
Oh, my vast scenic overlooks!
Oh, my ribbons from the loom!
Oh, my shining sword!
Oh, my silk for weaving!
Oh, my spacious fields!
Let the bride pass and kiss the groom.