A keresés eredménye

Kerestelek

Kerestelek téged, hosszú évekig
Kerestelek téged, sötét sarkokon
Magazinokban, moziban, barátok közt
És azon a napon amikor megtaláltalak, elvesztettem az eszem
 
Olyan vagy, mint az álmaiban,
Mint az albumokban
Ahová lefestettelek gouache-sal
 
Később voltak hívások, főleg esténként
Könnyek, idegesség, szerelem és gyors találkozások Lengyelországban
Gyerekek, de nem az enyémek, és régi szeretők
5 percenként dohányzol
Mindketten belefáradtunk
 
Olyan vagy, mint az álmaiban,
Mint az albumokban
Ahová lefestettelek gouache-sal
 
Hosszú évekig,
Sötét sarkokon,
Hosszú évekig
 
Olyan vagy, mint az álmaiban,
Mint az albumokban
Ahová lefestettelek gouache-sal
 
Olyan vagy, mint az álmaiban,
Mint az albumokban
Ahová lefestettelek gouache-sal
 
Kerestelek téged, hosszú évekig
Kerestelek téged, sötét sarkokon
Magazinokban, moziban, hosszú évekig
Kerestelek téged, éjszakánként-kánként-kánként...
 

A Walk

Versions: #1
I'm holding your hand and everything blurs
Calm me down once again, I really like
How you look in this ridiculous hat
 
I suggest neither we hide nor be in hiding
According to filmmakers, we all are loaded to the matrix
Street lights are on, I'm holding your hand
 
Accidently the stars were falling into my empty pockets
Leaving some hope
My knees froze
You were happy and drunk
And something important was in-between
 
I'm holding your hand so they can't kidnap you
The enemies in Volgas* are hiding in the alleys
Maybe we can warm up in the phone boxes
 
This sad saga will never end
I need and I don't, you are my loneliness
I am not being dramatic, I am holding your hand
 
Accidently the stars were falling into my empty pockets
Leaving some hope
My knees froze
You were happy and drunk
And something important was in-between
 
Intentionally the stars were falling into my empty pockets
Leaving some hope
My knees froze
You were happy and drunk
And something important was in-between
 

Crimea

If you would live with me,
I will try to quit drinking,
I will for sure quit smoking,
Because vapours make you mad,
My cough, that is like sick people’s one, makes you mad,
And we would have to move to Crimea1
 
If you would live with me,
You will get tired of loving me,
Of kissing me and talking to me
Before the beginning of a long winter,
The one that I’m waiting for, but you are not.
And it’s very hard to love on borrowed terms.
 
If you would live with me,
I will stop singing completely,
You won’t be able to stand me,
My nerves, depression, swearing,
Endless anger and pain,
And your life will become hell.
 
You will not live with me,
Even in the happiest of dreams,
Even if, suddenly, just two of us were left,
Left on the very bottom
And stopped counting days.
 
Because you have everything,
You are a good friend.
Because my number is 362
And there are too many people around,
So many people around,
So many girlfriends, my friend.
 

• 1. The best TB clinics were located in Crimea, that was always praised for its fresh curative sea air
• 2. Reference to the ticket numbers either in shopping line or to see a doctor, or any other service

Babe

my consciousness flies
like a rocket towards the sun
it's not worth it to fear me
not worth it to fall in love with me
you're a very nice guy
but there's no one else like me
let's make an agreement
 
be with me
watch, i'll show you miracles
fly...
 
and we'll flow like rivers
into neon pharmacies
 
in the familiar crossings
lie our ice drifts
your still childlike skin
and young firm veins
the success of our ventures
what a crazy couple
 
be with me
watch, i'll show you miracles
fly...
 
babe, watch, i'll give you miracles
fly...
 

Australia

tell me about Australia
i find it awfully interesting
maybe in that very place
i'll decide to throw my anchor
and conversing with the ocean
under the rain or while on pot
it will reveal to me its secrets
i'll understand and become lighter
and with transparent hands
i'll get up by my shoulders
 
tell me about Australia...
 
we'll chat about irony
i find it awfully interesting
is it stupid or honest?
i'll take a risk and get closer
your scents kind of disturb me
i don't know how to describe them
i don't know you at all
you see me for the first time
i forgive you in advance
on the other hand, you hate it
 
we'll chat about irony
tell me about Australia...
 

Paranoia

Versions: #2
We are in the trenches, digging pits
We miss seeing explosions.
Yankees are roaming at the border,
and they do not know that we are nearby.
 
And stars smiled at us from the skies.
You always play at night –
So we’ll sew wings on each other
and I will fly and you will fly…
 
The dream is the length of paranoia –
I see a dream thr length of paranoia.
 
We shifted letters in a word,
We studied the Kama Sutra,
Consumed love in excess –
Near the border, in the morning.
 
Then clouds smiled at us in the sky.
We were spotted, we were shot down.
Maybe, if we’d used a silk thread…
Maybe, they would not reach us here.
 
The dream is the length of paranoia –
I see a dream the length of paranoia.
 
Sidewalks smell of soap.
Wow, we got into Heaven.
Your face is frozen
with sadness…
 
But don’t give it a second thought – we are OK,
We are up here, high up as we wanted to be.
We will mend the wounded wings.
Congratulations, we have made it.
 
The dream is the length of paranoia –
I see a dream the length of paranoia.
 

Weather forecaster

Do you want and I’ll kill you?
I’ll just leave your pictures.
After buying glasses for francs.
No one will see eyes.
 
It won’t hurt, I promise.
But say hi to me,
Call more often from the sky about the weather…
 
Will be looking for me in uniform,
Even friends forget name of,
The doors will close.
That me skew these views.
I'm an outlaw, I'm a weather forecaster, I'm a weather forecaster!
 
It won’t hurt, I promise.
But say hi to me,
Call more often from the sky about the weather…
 
See how it turns out:
April, and there are rinks on asphalt.
If you can't be God,
I will. Kill me, but promise
 
It won't hurt, try.
I'll come in a dream with rains,
I'll call from the sky about the weather.
 
It won't hurt, I promise.
But say hi to me,
I'll come in a dream with rains...
 

The main thing

No gas burners anymore, zeros take away their own,
You’ll learn about me from the Newspapers, mind you, they're stretching the truth.
The main thing is that I still can smell.
The main thing is that I still remember
Sorry that I don't draw, I would like to
 
Draw your hands, read your thoughts,
Don't think about sounds, don't remember about numbers,
Tell you hundreds of funny and not very,
Too long today, will be shorter tomorrow
 
Maybe in a couple thousand years
You'll see the trail of my comets.
The main thing is that I still can smell.
The main thing is that I still remember
Sorry that I don't draw, I would like to
 
Draw your hands, read your thoughts,
Don't think about sounds, don't remember about numbers,
Tell you hundreds of funny and not very,
Too long today, will be shorter tomorrow
 
Draw your hands, read your thoughts,
Don't think about sounds, don't remember about numbers,
Tell you hundreds of funny and not very,
Too long today, will be shorter tomorrow
 

Rumba

I would conjure the truth
On Thursday*
And I want to take you away from everyone
But I know it's no good
 
I opened the door
The frosty air made me happy
I was dialing you
But it's pointless
 
These days and distances
They are just unbearable for me
Kiss me gently on my temple
Just for fun
 
Guess me,
But remember that the roads are going to be slippery
And I'm wearing my rocks to show off
And a callus hurts my left foot.
 
There is a problem with me and you,
With the roads and the sky,
With the snow and the desire.
And 'OM' ** lies in the nightstand
 
Rumba, Rumba, Rumba,
Naked and full,
I sailed my sense to my veins
I grew insolent, I had to feel sorry for myself
Oh, how much I loved you
 
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
 
I was drawing the air
The wings were sprinkling me with tender dust
My doubts were chasing me
And again they cought me
 
Surprise me with your call
Late at night
I'm not asleep, I will hear
Even if you don't want me to
 
These days and distances
They are just unbearable for me
Kiss me gently on my temple
Just for fun
 
Guess me,
But remember that the roads are going to be slippery
And I'm wearing my rocks to show off
And a callus hurts my left foot.
 
There is a problem with me and you,
With the roads and the sky,
With the snow and the desire.
And 'OM'* lies in the nightstand
 
Rumba, Rumba, Rumba,
Naked and full,
I sailed my sense to my veins
I grew insolent, I had to feel sorry for myself
Oh, how much I loved you
 
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la