A keresés eredménye

The Doll

Of so many sad things
That accompany a sad ending,
All that's left for us is a doll
And a not so trivial gesture.
 
Chorus:
 
A doll, in some night
surprised me and, most of all,
gave me you, loneliness
A doll without a voice
surprised me and stayed,
I don't even know what's left for me.
 
Of what was love
through so many breakups
Let the doll of our sad memory
tell it to us
 
Chorus
 
In the window from the story,
the flowers got withered,
the doll was left for you
I guess that I was wrong
 
Chorus
 

The Circus

You, in love with the circus, come to the stall,
Today we present you something sensational.
It's not about acrobats, like so many times before,
Not about dancers on the high wire, or about magicians.
 
In a special circus act, worthy of an artist,
You laugh and clap your hands, the clown is sad!
Today he will shed tears from his ears in three buckets.
So laugh, even if you think the trick is much too old!
 
One day, while the happy clown was sleeping,
He saw a flower in a dream and he fell in love.
But since clowns never keep a secret,
He told to everyone about the flower, poor indiscreet!
 
And one day, while he dreamed his wonderful dream,
Someone, also a clown, stole his dream.
The clown woke up then and, very troubled,
He left in a hurry after the dreams thief.
 
You laugh and clap your hands, how sensational!
Without a trapeze net, he make a deadly leap.
And on the high wire he make another step, and then
He catch the thief and he asks for his dream back.
 
But the story I'm telling you is about to end,
The flower he found had a withered body.
You laugh and clap your hands, the clown, as you see,
Sad, with bitter tears he fills three buckets.
 
But here's what you don't know yet: after you're gone,
He had tears in his eyes for real.
Come tomorrow all of you again, two by two,
Because this trick also seems very, very old.
 
You don't forget, when you leave from the stall,
From all your memories, the memory of a sensational clown!
 

Read only the final words

If I'd be the one that brings
the rain to the peaceful love
in the crossroad town
from maps of memories,
I'd stop just at you
and I'd want to erase with rain
the shadow of the strange tear
when you were my love.
 
Read only the final words:
The rain in ball dress
would come at our wedding
lighting the first time
the sign of summer rains
held into a ring
Read only the final words:
In the mirror of a wave
under a sky of blue flower
we look from a story
from what it was and
isn't the same anymore
 
Through medival gardens
that remain only in letters
if you dreamed in random evenings
that you're wandering oftenly,
don't ask for how much time
we're sharing this in two
too late or too early
an entyre bouquet of rains.
 
Read only the final words:
The rain in ball dress
would come at our wedding
lighting the first time
the sign of summer rains
held into a ring
Read only the final words:
In the mirror of a wave
under a sky of blue flower
we look from a story
from what it was and
isn't the same anymore
 
My mouth with your pair
souls that only are sisters
made an old coin
from the silver on the flowers
and in handful of dew coins,
darling, let's save only
a city in which it rains
from a chest of an antiquarian
 
Read only the final words:
The rain in ball dress
would come at our wedding
lighting the first time
the sign of summer rains
held into a ring
Read only the final words:
In the mirror of a wave
under a sky of blue flower
we look from a story
from what it was and
isn't the same anymore
 

The actor

The actor went down the streets
to buy some salami
he wore his parade suit
like an emperor on a land.
Throgh the cars, through the trams,
the actor was rushing, of course
a rain cloud seemed to come
wigs are ungluing...
 
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
 
And when he got in the line
with sword, cape and shield,
suddenly, the people on the street
recognized him as a ruler.
They shyly stepped aside,
the whole crowd murmured
seeing his gala clothes
'Long live, your majesty!'
 
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
 
Republicans, as they all are
found another way
to give voice to new emotions
and worshiped the emperor.
But the rain came suddenly
and they, seeing with their own eyes,
her whole face was cleansed
they threw him some kind of payment:
'Fuck him, he's an actor! ...'
 
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
 

From too much or too little

I neither ride, nor walk
ain't neither ugly, nor beautiful
I don't go by chariot in the evening
but stil feel in my chest the burn
of the longing for your eyes
I don't listen to the world
although some insist
but I am still longing for your eyes...
 
(Chorus):
From too much or too little,
I'd drink a glass of wine
and a cup of coffee
either bad or good
and what will be next, we'll see!
 
I don't go in the evening on the streets, man
and I don't wear silk suit.
I find some money, cous',
for gas or for a beer
but I am still longing for your eyes...
I don't listen to the world
although some insist
but I am still longing for your eyes...
 
(Chorus):....
 
If I have my sign on the forehead
and I still believe in God
it's because in front of death
or life or fate,
I still long for your eyes
I don't listen to the world
although some insist
but I am still longing for your eyes...
 
(Chorus) x2....
 

Train ticket

Didn't came from far away,
and I don't go so soon,
but, you see that night is falling
at the windows with light
 
And from now on, some more time,
another flame in two
just a thought to call us
I'll be with you again.
 
[Chorus]
Until when and until where
star meets star
Anyone hides in his hand
a train ticket
 
Didn't came to give advice
of hope and luck
Let the love teach us
as long there's a place in the soul...
 
If you have a holiday
in a day of a season
Light a flower in the dawn
and never give me something in exchange
 
[Chorus]