A keresés eredménye

One Shot

I'm just looking for hope
I'm a little lost
Because it's rough what I feel
If this night begins, it's begininng with you
Even if I say, that it can not happen
But before I can find myself I stand in front of your door
We don't make mistakes, because we don't regret it
 
Come, let's quickly take a shot, then let's run this stuff
It takes only one shot for the night to start
And we take tonight, take tonight
It's just one, two, three and four
Come on let's just take one shot more, this is how everything begins
It takes only one shot for the night to start
And we take tonight, take tonight
It's just one, two, three and four
Oh, now we are here
Ooh-o-o-ooh
Now we are here
Ooh-o-o-ooh
 
You would think, it's finally over,
But then I find myself belling on your door
And then we start again, noone could stop us
 
Come, let's quickly take a shot, then let's run this stuff
It takes only one shot for the night to start
And we take tonight, take tonight
It's just one, two, three and four
Come on let's just take one shot more, this is how everything begins
It takes only one shot for the night to start
And we take tonight, take tonight
It's just one, two, three and four
Oh, now we are here
Ooh-o-o-ooh
Now we are here
Ooh-o-o-ooh
Now we are here
Ooh-o-o-ooh
Now we are here
Now we are here
 
One shot, that's how things go
It takes only one shot for the night to start
And we take tonight, take tonight
It's just one, two, three and four
 
Come, let's quickly take a shot, then let's run this stuff
It takes only one shot for the night to start
And we take tonight, take tonight
It's just one, two, three and four
Come on let's just take one shot more, this is how everything begins
It takes only one shot for the night to start
And we take tonight, take tonight
It's just one, two, three and four
Oh, now we are here
 

Lecture

No matter how much this war disgusts me
I deem it a service to the case in question
To erase your existence
 
Quiet Willem
Our concurration messes everything up
The people need you
Time for your lecture
 
They don't call me The Tactiturn for nothing
Quiet Willem steals your girl, like a German steals your bike
More effective than tyfus, more broken than you cherish
I'm so silent, sailors call me Pacific
 
Quality above quantity, don't got no time for negligence
I am the hunter in a friction bearer¹ against mediocrity
On the top of the surface level when I write a metaphor on my banner
And if you threaten my being then I'll be able to take on the entirety of Pieter Baan²
 
I'll let you lead³ like Francisco de Valdez⁴
So much better than the rest, like in the shower after korfball class⁵
Slang after slang, I already understand six
Rappers make you curl your toes, giving my feet ALS⁶
 
Pray your oral prayer to the barrel of my musket
Shoot yourself through the atmosphere like Elon Musk's rocket
But I'm already at Mars, cause my heart beats

Boy

And, Am I the man you wished I would be
I see the tears in your eyes when my life was a mess
Would like it if I saw you more often like this
Sometimes it feels if you were never here
How come? That we don't talk?
A little weird, because for a father a son
Sometimes I wish that we were best friends
How do you see it?
How was your relationship with your dad when you were young?
You were only 13 years old when he died
Who was there when you felt pain?
How was it for you to move as black man to a town?
Did it change you positive, or negative?
I hated myself, I hated my colour
I never told the toughts
Never did I thought that I would have to find myself at age 33
 
Boy,
Follow your heart, It will be fine
Believe me, there will be so many things you will do wrong
It doesn't matter, never listen to what others say
Be honest, do it yourself, you will be real
 
They can say what they want
Play dumb, think smarter
stone on a paid
For who touches you with a finger
Island wisedom (woah)
In the meantime even two kids
See the perspective
Never thought that it will deserve so much respect
Broke the circle, you're not the stereotype
No waves on the surface, but underneath it is deep
Men of a view words, I see in everything that he loves me
In my son can I see myself, I see myself in you
 
Be exactly who you are
Nothing in this world is perfect
Your heart, your words, your actions
It is everything that counts
Fight for your place
Be yourself and take your space
Nooit every decission is the right one
That sort of things makes you a human
 

After you

The pictures, the frames
Yet are here
Remains of glory
 
Painful joy
Emptied of history
Once open a time
A He, and a She
And she flew away
 
I go as a tighrope walker
On a wire of glass
All of my clocks
Turn backwords
I accumulate hours
Between you and me
Rubages of resentment and dread
 
It should be laughed about
It's so commun
Melo-drama
With two bullets
I know there is worse
I know the hospital
But can i at least say
That it hurts me
 
And here what do i do
After you
My dreams are ampty
All i make are wrong steps
what am i doing
Down here
Beautiful memories burn me of cold
Without you what am i good for
 
Colorless streets
The world is mourning
So ampty and so lonely
And yet so full of you
Convicted
You You go to hell
To me the paths of Cross
 
Why not smile
Nothing more normal
Mélo-drama
With 2 bullets
I know there is much worse
The caoital punishment
But i can tell you
That it hurts
 
And here what do i do
After you
My dreams are ampty
All i make are wrong steps
what am i doing
Down here
Beautiful memories burn me of cold
Without you what am i good for
 
And here what do i do
With my steps
All the streets lead to dead ends
And what do i hear, without your voice
Without your words, your laughs, your songs, your splinters
What is all of this for
Without you
 

Song of Sinclair

The last time, while on a lovely meadow
I walked about with my lambs
And sat down, like I was used to
Where I could hear the lark most clearly
An old man approached me
Adorned with silver hair
He looked at me, quite friendly
And said: 'Good morning'
 
'Hear' he said, 'come Celadon
Follow me for a bit
Leave your worries behind
You're about to hear alot'
I was soon on my feet, put away my flute
Took the old man in his hand
And we were soon, not before long
In foreign lands
 
I've never been as astonished
But I was even more afraid
When the old man slightly opened a door
Made of pure shimmering silver
Behind it was a hall
A hall for all the halls
The air was cool in there
And the light was like that of a valley
 
Around a splendid silver table
Twelve swedish men were sat
Who didn't speak much
But had the faces of kings
Eight of them looked old
Four of them looked strong
The others, as before
[Looked like] they had left the world
 
The ninth in this row
Seemed to have quick mind
The tenth looked bold and happy
With courage dwelling in his chest
The eleventh was a brave man
He was sitting, counting money
He handed it out, like a father
To his children and workers
 
The twelfth was a slender, long
And fully grown hero
You were never able to see
His manly heart yield
His eyes were fearless
As those of young eagles
He readily clenched his fist
Like the paw of a bear
 
And soon the shiny door was opened
A swedish man entered
With a shot and torn body of a hero
Although a bold face could not help him
His face was covered in blood
Destroyed, trampled, beaten
And the chest that covered his heart
Had taken some heavy shots
 
He said his greetings in a swedish manner
And the king graciously answered
And said 'We do not know you
Who could you be?'
'I am' he said, 'a swedish major
My name is Malkolm Sinclair
My sould recently left me
From the depths and corners of my heart
 
'How' said the king 'did you die
'You brave and great karolin1
You've been painted red by blood
Like you've been butchered'
'Yes' he said 'your majesty
A rude Bellona2
Has paid me back for walking
With the swedish army
 
'Aha' said the king 'but listen
Where were you when you died?'
'Three miles3 from Brelau, when a river
Flowed out from my veins'
'Who killed you?' - 'Six russian men
Stole my life from me
If I've had time, I would've given them
Some nice shots in return'
 
And thus, all heroes with courage
And hearts in the chest
Ack4, revenge the blood of Malkolm Sinclair
That Küthler5 murderously spilled
And I will always be
By your side at all times
And I will stop, because now I see
How our sun is falling into the shadows
 

• 1. 'Krigsbuss' is another word for 'karolin' who were the soldiers in the armies of Karl XI och Karl XII
• 2. Roman godess of war
• 3. Swedish miles
• 4. This word is used as an expression of grief
• 5. The historic killer of Sinclair