A keresés eredménye

Lock up the door, I'm stepping out

Versions: #3
They say they cannot afford any risk,
Since they have house,
House filled with light.
I don't know exactly who of us is right:
Me, greeted by rain outside,
Or them, having dinner inside.
 
Lock up the door,
I'm stepping out.
 
And if you get bored by this warming light,
You always can find place among us,
Rain is in plenty for all.
Just take a look on the clock, take a look on the wall,
Listen - there, outside,
You will hear us laughing.
 
Lock up the door,
I'm stepping out.
 

I declare my house...

In this motif is some false note,
but where do find those, who would hear it?
Grown child, raised by the life behind closet.
Now you see the sun, take it - it's yours!
 
I declare my house
as a nuclear-free zone!
I declare my neighborhood
as a nuclear-free zone!
I declare my city
as a nuclear-free zone!
I declare my...
 
How fragile are walls of ours flats,
but someone alone couldn't be sacrificed for everyone.
I see a house, I take a chalk in my hands,
there's no lock, but I've got a key.
 
I declare my house
as a nuclear-free zone!
I declare my neighborhood
as a nuclear-free zone!
I declare my city
as a nuclear-free zone!
I declare my...
 

Kiskakukk

Hány ének megíratlan még?
Mondd hát, kiskakukk
Dalold el
Városban éljek-e vagy vidéken,
Heverjek-e kőként vagy égjek el,
Akár egy csillag?
Csillag.
 
Tekints rám, én Napom
Kezem ökölbe szorult
És ha akad puskapor,gyújts lángra.
Úgy ám.
 
Ki kel új útra magányosan?
Az erősek, az elszántak
Fői a harcban földbe tértek.
Kevesen maradtak meg jó emlékezetben
Tiszta ésszel, erős kézzel a sorban
Sorban.
 
Tekints rám, én Napom
Kezem ökölbe szorult
És ha akad puskapor, gyújts lángra.
Úgy ám.
 
Hol vagy hát, szabad akarat?
Kivel vagy épp most
Szelíd hajnal elébe mész? Válaszolj.
Jó veled ám rossz nélküled
Tűrő fejek és vállak az ütés alatt
Ütés alatt
 
Tekints rám, én Napom
Kezem ökölbe szorult
És ha akad puskapor,gyújts lángra.
Úgy ám.
 

You could...

You're looking back
But what can you get back?
All of the friends one by one turned into machines.
And you already know
That this is the fate of generations
And if you can run
Then it's your advantage.
 
You could be a hero
But there was no need to be.
You could betray,
But there was nobody to betray.
A teenager, who read
Tons of romantic books.
You could die, if you knew
What to die for.
 
Try to escape rain when it's inside.
Try to hold back a desire to get out of here.
You are a teacher's mistake
And you just weren't stopped at the right time.
Now you just want to wake up, but it's not a dream.
 
You could be a hero
But there was no need to be.
You could betray,
But there was nobody to betray.
A teenager, who read
Tons of romantic books.
You could die, if you knew
What to die for.
 

I want to be a stoker

I'm sick of work
Going at work every day at nine.
I found a solution:
I want to be a stoker
And work once in three days.
 
This song is stoker's rock
This song is stoker's rock
This song is stoker's rock
This song is stoker's rock
 

Far away

Far, far away beyond the sea
Lies a golden country!
No suffering children in its schools.
And elders swim in riches.
 
Cigarettes grow on roses,
Chocolate grows on palms.
And everyone reborn to there
Backwards isn't keen to come.
 
Brandywine rivers flow there,
Champagne shimmer lakes,
And ducks already roasted
Will straight to your table fly.
 
People there are not fed by idea.
Nor tomorrow's promise is meal.
They aren't aware of Somebody
And that Somewhere we have to go.
 
There, blue, blue sky,
And in the evening stars shine high.
And everyone reborn to there
Backwards isn't keen to come.
 
They don't know the word 'worker'.
Don't know and don't wish to learn!
 
Far, far away beyond the sea
Lies a golden country!
No suffering children in its schools.
And elders swim in riches.
 
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Sorrow

Versions: #2
A big city stands tall on the cold frozen ground.
City lights shine in there, and cars make buzzing sound.
And above it's the night, and the Moon's like a prop,
And tonight the full Moon's glowing red as blood drop.
 
House's all right, [the] light is bright,
Heavens spread is in sight.
Where did sorrow come from tonight?
It seems I'm well and alive,
Concerns and griefs left my life.
Then where'd sorrow come from tonight?
 
Grace envelops the night - can see nothing in sight,
Beauty is in full swing - cannot see one damn thing.
And they all yell: 'Hooray!' And they all run ahead,
And a brand new day dawns above all that.
 
House's all right, [the] light is bright,
Heavens spread is in sight.
Where did sorrow come from tonight?
It seems I'm well and alive,
Concerns and griefs left my life.
Then where'd sorrow come from tonight?
 
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[A Strange] Fairy Tale

Versions: #2
Once again a new day's starting to break,
Like a flashlight through window the dawn beams again,
And the phone doesn't ring - it's unplugged.
There's no Sun in the sky again,
Battle looms: every man for himself,
And it seems that the Sun is
No more than a dream.
 
Screen of window displays
Fairy tale with unhappy end.
Strange fairy tale [end]...
 
Like machine gun the rain hammers on,
And the autumn is walking the streets,
And the clouds' cover's dense as a strong brick wall.
And the trees have caught a terrible plague,
They have caught it back in the spring,
And the leaves that used to greet us
Will fall [off] from the palm like a shawl.
 
Screen of window displays
Fairy tale with unhappy end.
Strange fairy tale [end]...
 
And then She1 will come along
And will say: get ready, let's go,
Give your body to earth.
But this body hasn't finished its song,
It was not given its share of love.
Such a bizarre dearth...
 
Screen of window displays
Fairy tale with unhappy end.
Strange fairy tale [end]...
 

• 1. here: Death.

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Looking for a plot

I sit on my bed, just after taking a bath
With my hair wet.
It's early and freezing outside, and suprisingly
I came home.
 
The TV is shouting behind the wall,
This year passed so fast.
It's so similar to th last year,
And the last year I was sitting
Just like this, alone, alone...
Looking for the plot for the new song,
Looking for the plot for the new song.
 
I can't sing about love,
I can't sing about flowers.
And if I do, I lie,
Even I myself don't believe in it.
 
The TV is shouting behind the wall,
This year passed so fast.
It's so similar to th last year,
And the last year I was sitting
Just like this, alone, alone...
Looking for the plot for the new song,
Looking for the plot for the new song.
 

You used to be beatnik

Hey, where are your high-platform shoes,
And where did you shove your double-breasted suit?
Better put your house slipppers far away, old man,
Come on, earlier you wouldn't give even five cents for them
 
But you used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
You used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
 
You would give away your soul for rock'n'roll,
Extracted from someone's diaphragm's X-Ray.
And now you have TV, newspapers, football,
And your old mom is happy with that
 
But you used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
You used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
 
The rock'n'roll time is gone forever,
Gray hair cooled your yound mind off.
But I believe, and I'm happy to think so,
That deep inside you're still the same.
 
But you used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
You used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
 

Summertime days are counted

Versions: #6
I'm writing you a letter. I shut my TV down.
How tired I am --- to bear all the shit around.
Can't take it anymore.
I've almost turned into a drinker, but I still miss you. 
Had a telephone call, they said 'get up,
Change your garments, head out. Hurry up, you copy that?'
And I replied 'you scram,
I'm feeling ill and tired, I had a sleepless night'
 
I got no other hope. longing to hear from you.
Summer --- time days are counted...
Gone...
 
We're in luck with weather, sure, it's been raining for three days.
But the wireless swore 'Tomorrow clear and scorching everywhere'.
Yet in the middle of nowhere,
Where I dwell, it's nice and warm, guess it won't be long.
First we dine, then hit the bottle - day after day.
And we're still having fun, despite all the rain.
Been in silence for some time.
My tape recorder is dead, makes me feel content.
 
I got no other hope. longing to hear from you.
Summer --- time days are counted...
Gone...
 
There's a crane behind the corner - some construction, men at work.
And the diner down the street has been closed for so long.
I've got tulips on my table
In a coffee tin, and a glass on the sill.
And it's never gonna end, years will pass and so my life.
For a hundredth time our toast, it lands butter down.
But I believe - a day will come,
Not a day - a nick of time, when we're out of bad luck.
 
I got no other hope. longing to hear from you.
Summer --- time days are counted...
Gone...
 

Boshetunmay

Versions: #2
Who ran away from home being just fifteen
Will hardly understand one who finished the best school.
One, who has made a good plan for [the] lifetime ahead,
Has no reason to think of anything else.
We drink tea, sitting in old flats,
Wait [for the] summer, sitting in old flats,
Flats with electric supply, lights,
Gas, telephone, and hot city water,
Hardwired radio, hardwood floors,
And separate bathrooms, brick construction,
One family, maybe two, three will fit...
Many auxiliary premises,
Bottom and top floors won't be considered,
Few steps from subway, center...
 
Boshetunmay...
 
Everyone says: we're together...1
Everyone says, but a few know exactly where we are.
But from our chimneys comes an unusual smoke.
Stop! The danger zone's entered! The brain's at work here!
 
Boshetunmay...
 

• 1. a word play, also: we've arrived there...

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Cuckoo

Versions: #9
How many songs are unwritten yet?
Please tell me cuckoo,cry out!
Will I live in the city or the outskirts,
Lie like a rock or shine like a star?
A star...
 
Look at me now my sunshine
My palm is clenched into the fist
And if there’s powder give me fire
Like this....
 
Who will be passing on the lonely trail?
All the strongest and the brave
Vanished on the battle field, in fight.
Few are left with the clear memory,sober minds with power in the hands,lined up
In the ranks...
 
Chorus
 
Where you are my precious liberty?
And with whom are you greeting the rising sun?
Reply!
It’s so good with you but bad without,
Heads and shoulders are obediently under the leash
The leash
 
Chorus
 
 
 

Type of Blood

Versions: #8
Your place is warm, but the streets are waiting
for our footprints.
On my boots there’s a dust of stars.
There’s a soft arm-chair with checkered plaid.
Nobody wants to kill.
The day is sunny. The dreams are bright.
 
My type of blood is on my sleeve,
My ID number is on my sleeve.
So wish me good luck in my battle! So wish me
Not to be left lying in the grass,
not to be left lying in a grass.
So wish me good luck, my friend. So wish me good luck!
 
I am able to pay, but I don’t want
to win if the price is wrong.
I don't want to put my foot on somebody's chest.
I’d like to stay at your place,
I’d like just to stay with you.
But the star that is high in the sky calls me on my way.
 
My type of blood is on my sleeve,
My ID number is on my sleeve.
So wish me good luck in my battle! So wish me
Not to be left lying in the grass,
not to be left lying in a grass.
So wish me good luck, my friend. So wish me good luck!
 

Aria of Mister X

Versions: #3
Yes, I am a jester, a fool, a stuntman
Those are names chosen for me by the noblemen
So aloof, disengaged they will not comprehend
They will never stretch a helping hand …
The flowers dropping petals right on the sand
Alone and lonely is my path in dreamland
Through night and thunder I am destined to walk
This sad existence is my barren bedrock
I am drained from watching the other men’s lives
O, will I ever have a home and a wife?
Unloved and bitter I will swallow my pain
In mask forever – is my endless reign!
 
V.L. (Vesper Lynd) aka Eva Trussell

Change!

Versions: #5
Instead of the warmth – the green of glass,
Instead of the fire – a smoke.
A day is ripped from the grid of time.
The red Sun is burning out,
And the day is burning with it,
The darkness falling, a city ablaze.
 
Change — demand our hearts,
Change — demand our eyes,
In our joy and in our cry,
In the bit of our veins —
Change!
We wait for a change.
 
Electric light extends the day,
The box of matches is bare.
Blue blossom of gas on the stove.
Cigarettes in hands, tea on the table,
The scheme is mere.
There is nothing more, it’s all inside.
 
Change — demand our hearts,
Change — demand our eyes,
In our joy and our cry,
In the bit of our veins —
Change!
We wait for a change.
 
We can't be proud of wisdom of eyes
And skillful gestures of hands,
We don't need that to read each other.
Cigarettes in hands, tea on the table,
The circle is closed.
And we afraid to change anything.
 
Change — demand our hearts,
Change — demand our eyes,
In our joy and in our cry,
In the bit of our veins —
Change!
We wait for a change.
 

Right in our eyes

Versions: #3
Wait up! Don't leave me now!
Longing for summer, got winter's cold.
When we were looking for shelter,
It snowed indoors.
We praised 'The day that's to come',
Praised every day, but it never came.
We're hiding our eyes behind the eyelids of stone.
 
Right in our eyes someone cries: 'Go!'
Right in our eyes someone calls: 'Halt!'
Right in our eyes - a new day is born,
And the flame is gone.
Right in our eyes - a starry night.
Right in our eyes - Paradise Lost.
Right in our eyes - a door closed shut.
What were you chasing? Make a choice!
 
We got no water when dying of thirst,
We got no star, when we needed light.
We dragged us under the rain
And drank the water that poured.
We got no rhymes when craving to sing.
We got no dreams when craving for sleep.
The orchestra did its fanfares when we grieved and mourned.
 
Right in our eyes someone cries: 'Go!'
Right in our eyes someone calls: 'Halt!'
Right in our eyes - a new day is born,
And the flame is gone.
Right in our eyes - a starry night.
Right in our eyes - Paradise Lost.
Right in our eyes - a door closed shut.
What were you chasing? Make a choice!
 

Go Away

Versions: #2
Go away, but leave me your number
Maybe I'll call
But, generally, I don't know why
I need these numbers
I already don't even remember
What your name is
And now to me
Telephone numbers are like ciphers
Go away! Leave your number and go
 
We met purely by chance
I don't even remember where
The chance of our second meeting
Is exactly zero
And now you say you don't want to go
You say that you cannot go
Go away - I don't love you
Go away! Leave your number and go
 

The Star Called The Sunshine

Versions: #14
White snow, grey ice
On the mud cracks of the ground
Like a quilt is the city upon it
Stuck in the rope of the freeway
 
Empty clouds all over the town
Overshadowing the light from the sky
And the yellow smoke is coming down
On the town that’s two thousand years high
And all that went on under the light of the star
Called the Sunshine
 
Two thousand years high at war
The war without any reason or the theme
The war is the business of the young
It’s the ultimate cure of saggy skin
 
Deep red deep red blood
Is simply the ground in an hour
In two hours it has grass and flowers
In three hours - the glory and power
And it’s warmed up with the tender rays of the star
Called the Sunshine
 
And forever since when it had begun
The cruel Fate loves the one who lives
By the law that never forgives -
The one who will die young
 
He has none of simply ”yes” or simply ”no”
He does not keep track of the ranks
He can easily reach for the stars
He will do it for a simple “Thanks!”
And is destined to fall down burned by the star called the Sunshine