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Idegen a te országodban

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Még tegnap közös nyelven beszéltünk
S néhány idegen szón kívül
A leveleidet megértettem.
Ma azok az idegenek dominálnak az ismertek helyett.
Mi van velünk, fenébe?
Mi van velünk?
 
Még tegnap ugyanúgy beszéltünk
Csak kisebb eltérésekkel
Ma pedig hülyének érzem magam
Mert az összes szó idegennek tűnik
Mi van velünk, fenébe?
Mi van velünk?
 
Tegnap tudtalak megérteni,
Még megértem az egyes szavakat.
 
De eltéveszted a mondatok értelmét,
Újból s újból kell próbálni.
 
Fordulok a szótárhoz,
S próbálom legyőzni ezt a rossz álmot,
Hogy tegnap a világod voltam,
Ma pedig már nem vagyok az.
 
Fordulok a szótárhoz, s elszomorít,
Hogy már csak egy idegen vagyok a te országodban.
 
Még tegnap közös nyelven beszéltünk,
De a közös szókincs elvékonyodik.
A tisztánlátásom elveszíti az élét, már csak vág,
S visszafordíthatatlanul tépi, s tépi, s tépi a beszélgetés szálát.
 
Még tegnap ugyanúgy beszéltünk,
De váltanak jelentést a szavak,
S minden hajó ronccsá válik.
Az ismertekből ismeretlenek lesznek,
S ami fontos, a fontosat tévesztjük,
S az főként a fejekkel van.
 
Tegnap bonmotokat meséltél,
Ma az ábécét tanulod.
 
Én meg várom, hogy megint mit találsz ki,
Legyél melletem, de ne ébressz többé!
 
Fordulok a szótárhoz,
S próbálom legyőzni ezt a rossz álmot,
Hogy tegnap a világod voltam,
Ma pedig már nem vagyok az.
 
Fordulok a szótárhoz, s elszomorít,
Hogy már csak egy idegen vagyok a te országodban.
 
Még tegnap baj nélkül beszéltünk,
Most a legjobban értjük egymást, ha elhallgatunk.
A szavak szeretik az orrunkat húzni,
Én pedig már rég nem olvasok a sorok között.
 
Még tegnap közös nyelven beszéltünk,
De a mondatokban eldugva, veszély vár ránk,
Az alattomos szavak, mint a mérges kígyók,
Amik bizonyára elárulnak minket ezekben a görbe összetett mondatokban.
 
Előttünk egy vak térkép van,
Lehet, hogy erőfeszítés hiányzik nekünk.
 
Ám a tested nyelvét mégis mindig megértem.
De az csak akkor van, hogyha meztelen vagyok.
 
Fordulok a szótárhoz,
S próbálom legyőzni ezt a rossz álmot,
Hogy tegnap a világod voltam,
Ma pedig már nem vagyok az.
 
Fordulok a szótárhoz, s elszomorít,
Hogy már csak egy idegen vagyok a te országodban.
 
Hogy már csak egy idegen vagy az én országomban.
 
Hogy már csak egy idegen vagyok a te országodban.
 

Alice

Versions: #1
I'm looking at the world through the eyes of my mobile phone
I'm watching this parade of desires and mistakes
That shine at me from my palm
 
I'm applying filters to my life without colour
Until I turn from a nymph into a butterfly
I'm clicking and clicking, waiting for a miracle
 
The place where I'm supposed to live, I think it's meant for others
I rather disappear into a strange new galaxy
I'm not the only one who does that
 
I'm but one of the strangers in a land behind the mirror
Who fell through and wanna get out again
I just want to be back home
 
You're here next to me, but that doesn't matter
I can't feel your presence right now
Alice, I'm holding your hand
But my soul is stuck in the net
You're here just for me, yet the world has changed
We don't want anything anymore
Other than to knock on the glass, hoping it cracks
So that we can pass into the world behind the (looking) glass
 
Through the eyes of my phone I have thousands of friends
Who are here with me and want to talk
It arouses me more than laced underwear
 
I know how many they are, I want to increase the count
I know how to do it, I'm a professional
In a world where all that matters is likes
 
I keep exchanging my deepest feelings for a thumbs up
I only share my private life with someone who's far away
And who maybe secretly laughs at me
 
I'm sending out sentences like satellites into space
In the name of our common loneliness
I'm trying to find a connection during sleepless nights
 
You're here next to me, but that doesn't matter
I can't feel your presence right now
Alice, I'm holding your hand
But my soul is stuck in the net
You're here just for me, yet the world has changed
We don't want anything anymore
Other than to knock on the glass, hoping it cracks
So that we can pass into the world behind the (looking) glass
 
You're here next to me, but that doesn't matter
I can't feel your presence right now
Alice, I'm holding your hand
But my soul is stuck in the net
You're here just for me, yet the world has changed
We don't want anything anymore
Other than to knock on the glass, hoping it cracks
So that we can pass into the world behind the (looking) glass
 

Wood

Na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na, na na na na.
 
My life is full of fails,
I forgot my passwords to Seznam[1] and even to G-mail,
to Instagram and Facebook, and now every my friends think,
that I don't live anymore.
 
My telephone wants synchronization of data,
and I can't even call.
I got checkmate from fate. My future is gone,
so I hang bag with buchtelns[2] at selfie hole.
 
I'm opening door and looking into world,
even, when I'm off-line, I know, it still is there,
and waits for me.
 
I'm not a part of old metal, I'm a wood more,
and because of that my poetic intestine doesn't rust.
I'm not a part of old metal, I've got only a lower transfer.
If you want to glaze me, I don't want to swear again,
somebody has got world next to his legs, and I've got peace again.
 
Na na na na, na na na na.
I've got peace again. Peace again.
Na na na na, na na na na.
I've got peace again.
 
I don't know what's trending on Internet,
but instead of it everything of our planet is available to me.
I've voluntarily acided,
and instead of on web I want to talk face to face.
 
You think I'm Neanderthal, maybe it's because of that
I eat my food first than I take a photo of it.
Hey, everyone can take a photo of everything.
I like the real life more than life on a photo.
 
I'm opening door and running into world,
when the electricity will be gone, you'll find me there
waiting for you.
 
I'm not a part of old metal, I'm a wood more,
and because of that my poetic intestine doesn't rust.
I'm not a part of old metal, I've got only a lower transfer.
If you want to glaze me, I don't want to swear again,
somebody has got world next to his legs, and I've got peace again.
 
Na na na na, na na na na.
I've got peace again. Peace again.
Na na na na, na na na na.
I've got peace again.
 
I'm not a llama, I'm courier of good messages,
that to be out is not that bad as it looks,
so celebrate with me.
 
I'm not a part of old metal, I'm a wood more,
and because of that my poetic intestine doesn't rust.
I'm not a part of old metal, I've got only a lower transfer.
If you want to glaze me, I don't want to swear again,
somebody has got world next to his legs...
 
And I'm not a part of old metal, I'm a wood more,
and because of that my poetic intestine doesn't rust.
I'm not a part of old metal, I've got only a lower transfer.
If you want to glaze me, I don't want to swear again,
somebody has got world next to his legs, and I've got peace again.
 
Na na na na, na na na na.
I've got peace again. Peace again.
Na na na na, na na na na.
I've got peace again.
 
Na na na na, na na na na.
I've got peace again. Peace again.
Na na na na, na na na na.
I've got peace again.
 

On water

My boat probably has got a fault,
it's more often sunk than behind water[1],
probably a time for fasting and getting rid of effort came,
to be again a valid community boat.
 
To don't live easily by instructions by someone else,
day to day pension is earlier,
everything to throw away, to confess, that they don't manage it,
and to swim again on the boat from the harbour.
 
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind does run my sail,
where it flows me, I don't know.
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind will breathe me new breath,
when I lost shore from my vision.
 
I have still sailed in your yacht,
there, where you wanted to go, not where I wanted to go.
And now I'm without navigation and I think I'm lost,
but even after that, I won't come back again.
 
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind does run my sail,
where it flows me, I don't know.
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind will breathe me new breath,
when I lost shore from my vision.
 
Everything good is bad for something else,
they remind that my handkerchief has got nodes,
and fast as that nodes, I'm running away from evilness,
at shoddy leaky bark.
 
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind does run my sail,
where it flows me, I don't know.
All my life swims at water,
I've got wind from people, who still fight and fight,
and that wind will breathe me new breath,
when I lost shore from my vision.
 

Christmas came

Dear Santa,
I would much hope, that this year's Christmas will be really unforgetable.
 
Christmas[1] came, when I was swilling at home
 
Christmas atmosphere is really annoying to me,
I feel like I'm in chains, and I feel with my spruce,
I feel like my little tree at a little while,
even I have got balls and even a top,
oh yeah.
 
Why should I be happy? Tell me reason, if you have one.
I don't want to throw with shoe, I want to hang myself!
This year, I really disturb all presents, I will give only one to me.
Just I won't pour lead, but I'll pour myself, oh yeah.
 
Christmas came,
when I was swilling at home,
To me to believe, that they're generous,
I must have one more drink,
and at New Year,
I started to take light drugs.
I started to take light drugs.
 
Christmas atmosphere really moves my bile.
Why should I celebrite, that we are again poorer by one year?
Probably, I came to years, when it's not good to sing carols.
You want me to sing,
try it, dude.
It will be painfull,
oh yeah.
 
Christmas came,
when I was swilling at home,
To me to believe, that they're generous,
I must have one more drink,
and at New Year,
I started to take light drugs.
I started to take light drugs.
 
Behind the windows is falling snows, and I'm dreaming about
that I will be drunk like a pig.
Angels at kory sing 'Hallellujah'.
They are drunk again and now I'll drink too.
Too! I will be sure the one, who dreams
about white Christmas. But only in case,
that alcohol will decorate them,
instead of Christmas, I'd like to have Saturnalia again,
Happy and mercy, who is drunk, oh no,
oh yeah.
 
Christmas came,
when I was swilling at home,
To me to believe, that they're generous,
I must have one more drink,
and at New Year,
I started to take light drugs.
 
Christmas came,
when I was swilling at home,
To me to believe, that they're generous,
I must have one more drink,
and at New Year,
I started to take light drugs.
 
Christmas came,
when I was swilling at home,
To me to believe, that they're generous,
I must have one more drink,
and at New Year,
I started to take light drugs.
 
Christmas came,
when I was swilling at home,
To me to believe, that they're generous,
I must have one more drink,
and at New Year,
I started to take light drugs.
 
Christmas came,
when I was swilling at home,
To me to believe, that they're generous,
I must have one more drink,
and at New Year,
I started to take light drugs.
 

Business

You call me again, and you write me again,
if we sometimes won't went to drink,
you call me, when you're sober, and you call me again, when you're drunk.
You're one of them, who wants to talk about how we were at primary school,
I don't know why do you think, that I want it too.
 
Now I have got work
 
You call me again to us to drink,
think about times, where weren't mobiles,
remember our life oversights,
and that illusions, what we've lost,
and that fights, we've run out of them,
drunk with rum, vodka or tequilla,
but why should I think about things, which are disappearing from my memory?
 
Now I have got work
 
You're not good for business, so disappear from my life,
you're annoying me like a whistling sucking insect.
I don't want to friend, I care only about connections,
you're not good for bussines, so you're good to be written off.
 
You're not good for bussines, so rather disappear.
You're not good for bussines, so you're good to be written off.
 
And you call me again, pulling me to drinks,
and even without promise of shopping offer,
what value will any meeting have?
When there is no business, it costs a shit.
 
Sentiment is really junky sortiment,
and I don't want it, do you think that I'm dement?
I don't pay anything for junks like this.
 
And now I have got work.
 
You're not good for business, so disappear from my life,
you're annoying me like a whistling sucking insect.
I don't want to friend, I care only about connections,
you're not good for bussines, so you're good to be written off.
 
You're not good for bussines, so rather disappear.
You're not good for bussines, so you're good to be written off.
 
And you annoy me again, in half of meetings,
when I set my ears to muse,
if you want only to gossip, stop to rub in,
now I have consultations and council sessions.
 
Everyone waits for my next command,
I turn the Earth with my own steps,
and you want to talk about how are wife and children?
Dude, what is wrong with you?
 
You're not good for business, so disappear from my life,
you're annoying me like a whistling sucking insect.
I don't want to friend, I care only about connections,
you're not good for bussines, so you're good to be written off.
 
You're not good for business, so disappear from my life,
you're annoying me like a whistling sucking insect.
I don't want to friend, I care only about connections,
you're not good for bussines, so you're good to be written off.
 
You're not good for bussines, so rather disappear.
You're not good for bussines, so you're good to be written off.
 

Raccoon

I had a girl in Kladno,
it didn't ended really positive.
I had girl in Most,
and it didn't worked, really.
I had a girl in Bratislava,
and that also didn't end famously.
But, what was, was, none of them is my wife,
only few scars on my soul and on my body were left.
 
I had a girl in Písek,
to this day, she slanders me in newspapers.
I had a girl in Pilsen,
she says, that I fucked up her life.
I had a girl in Zlín,
even she hates me for that.
What was, was, none of them is my wife,
only few scars on my soul and on my body were left.
 
When what was, wouldn't be, I would be thrown somewhere else by fate,
when what was, wouldn't be, I would be completely another man,
when what was, wouldn't be, I couldn't, love, next to your side
hope, that we are not only a topic for next strophe.
 
I had a girl in Ždár nad Sázavou,
but she said 'Don't play on that guitar anymore!'.
I had a girl in Slapy,
but she said 'Mute that music finally!'.
I had a girl in Třinec,
but she said 'Rather put a prince on!'.
What was, was, none of them is my wife,
only few scars on my soul and on my body were left.
 
When what was, wouldn't be, I wouldn't find you in crowd of women,
when what was, wouldn't be, god would stay due to me with you,
when what was, wouldn't be, I couldn't, love, as well as you,
hope, that we are not only a topic for next tacts.
 
I had a girl in Zruč,
I still have her shoes.
I had a girl in Lhotka,
I still have her panties,
I had a girl in Třebenice,
and what I still have at home of her? Maybe nothing.
But, what was, was, none of them is my wife,
only few scars on my soul and on my body were left.
What was, was, none of them is my wife,
only few scars on my soul and on my body were left.
What was, was, none of them is my wife,
only few scars on my soul and on my body were left.