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A tourist in Harlem

New York, New York, my good people
I want to take you on a tour
From Brooklyn to Lower Bay
Then Broadway
The Radio City is down there
6th Avenue
But when night falls
From one to three
I'll take you to Harlem with me
Because
 

If a tourist strolls through Harlem
Paradise of oddities and jazz
He can hear playing
The rarest of orchestras
Down there, everyone knows how to sing
How many dance halls await him in Harlem
Eddy Wilson astonishes at the Savoy
And Duke Ellington, on the other hand
He, in person
Is there playing at the Cotton Club
And his hands glide
On that piano
'It Don't Mean a Thing'
'Bye Bye Blues'
If a tourist strolls through Harlem
He'll see red lights everywhere
He'll understand many things about the world of Black people
Who cry and seem joyful
 

'Ring Them Bells'
You can hear that in Harlem
 

If a tourist strolls through Harlem
Paradise of oddities and jazz
He'll understand many things about the world of Black people
Who cry and seem joyful
 

New York, New York, my good people
Down there it's waiting for us
Lower Bay is already dozing off
Broadway is silent
Radio City sings no more
 

Night in the Azure Ravine

The night descends upon the azure ravine,
My earrings shine therein.
I shall wander alone, down in the ravine,
Will you lift up your face to me?
 

Upon the valley the moonlight rests,
From the thicket shadow emerges,
A bird in the fields shrills somewhere,
Where are you? None knows.
 

How fair are you, my lad,
Pure and tall as a cypress.
'Six years,' you said, 'Wait for me,'
I shall await for three more.
 

Upon the valley the moonlight rests...
 

Tall and kind my boy is,
But he puts off his approach to me
He moves about there on the mountain,
His soul a flaming flower.
 

'Woe, woe is me,' sings the wind,
From the thicket shadow emerges.
Somewhere on the mountain, a gazelle runs like the wind,
Where are you? None knows.
 

How fair are you, my lad,
Will you wander for evermore?
Tall, with black curls,
I shall await for a while more...
 

Woe, woe is me, my boy,
Fire consumes my heart.
No longer is my hair black as night,
My curls - white as snow.
 

The jazz festival

Come to the jazz festival
Old Louis will play for you
He came especially from Saint Louis
It's the blues festival
Of boogie and swing
Old Bing will sing for you too
And the great Benny Goodman
Will perform solos with the clarinet
Come to the jazz festival
Come to applaud
Art Tatum will make you swoon
His hands will go up and down
On the white and blue keys
(Eh??!)
Signed Salvador Dalí
(Ah!)
Come and you will understand
That real jazz is made this way
'Come on, come on'
They shout at the jazz festival
'Come on, come on'
Gillespie will join Stan Getz
But we advise intervening
Only to those who know how to understand jazz
This magical jazz
 

Come to the jazz festival
Old Louis will play for you
He came especially from Saint Louis
 

'Come on, come on'
They shout at the jazz festival
'Come on, come on'
Gillespie will shout to Stan Getz
But we advise intervening
Only to those who know how to understand jazz
This magical jazz
 

Come on, come on
Come to the jazz festival
 

Melancholy City

I'll make everything a sweet memory,
even the fragments of our interrupted conversations
In this city of cold asphalt,
I won't pass you sorrow or tears
Melancholy city, love is an illusion
It'll fade away, the lovely feeling
We in our hearts decided in that moment
that this would be our final meeting
 

I'll never forget your face from the side
floating in the lights of passing cars
But signs of a farewell more certain than arranged words
had been swaying
Melancholy city, it's like I'm waking up
from a long dream - goodbye my love
Someone else's waiting for you, I'm sure
You're in love with being in love
 

Melancholy city, love is an illusion
It'll fade away, the lovely feeling
We in our hearts decided in that moment
that this would be our final meeting
 

The fabulous Gershwin

A sweet note rises, oh so soft
Emerging from a blues record
It's a flower with silk petals
That flies and vanishes up high...
And it rises...
And it rises...
Higher and higher in the sky
 

Up there, up there, George Gershwin still smiles
The fabulous Gershwin
Of a time that once was
George Gershwin lives on around the world
In the old swing of my youth
And the past awakens when we listen
To the sweet and bitter notes
Of a time that once was
When on stage they sighed 'I Got Rhythm'
'The Man I Love' and 'Embraceable You'
When the crisis scared the New York Times
'Summertime' was born, and then 'Lady, Be Good'
And in those times of the first transatlantic flights
The syncopated notes astounded Hollywood
Up there, up there, George Gershwin still smiles
The fabulous Gershwin
Of a time that once was
He left, carrying in his heart
All the warmth of my youth
 

And a thousand notes fly into the sky
Scarlet, sky-blue, blue
They're flowers that float so lightly
Thousands of them vanish up high...
And they go...
And they go...
Higher and higher in the sky
 

Up there, up there, George Gershwin still smiles
The fabulous Gershwin
Of a time that once was
He left, carrying in his heart
All the warmth of my youth
 

When the crisis scared the New York Times
'Summertime' was born and 'Embraceable You'
 

We go together...

You look me in the eyes with my dream about you
You are silent with silence, which is my longing
Yet like two enemies -- my hand and your hand too,
Keep away from each other, and are not holding.
 

Only one way is there for us: to love! Yet here
To the journey neither you nor me are ready...
One word --- and broken down are the shackles we bear
But still mute in robes of mourning we stand steady.
 

Cause there in blooming solitude of happiness
I fought in frenzy for you... Now a wilderness
Burned, desolate, forsaken is my estate.
 

Inhabit a wildland with ourselves is our goal
And on the road there two precipices await
My soul is first one and the other is your soul...
 


metered
rhyming

And summer is here

I just clap my hands three times,
and summer is here.
And it’s freely available everywhere,
and summer is here.
You’ve got the taste of lemonade on your lips,
and that’s something I love.
Now, a free fall suddenly caught my eyes,
what more could we wish for?
 

I just glance at the sky three times,
and summer is here.
I just look behind me,
and summer is here.
Suddenly, I feel like becoming a tourist,
even though I know this place well.
Which street should I take,
this one or that one,
and I’m prone to getting lost.
 

I just snap my fingers to the beat three times,
and summer is here.
And it’s full of beautiful beginnings,
and summer is here.
Find me a place where there’s sunshine,
and where a few songs play.
I want to catch the bronze from the sun’s rays,
while there are still a few lovely days.
 

What more could we wish for?
/ I just clap my hands three times, /
three times in my hands,
/ and summer is here. /
What more could we wish for...
 

Voces 148/9

The ocean full of bitterness you have given me is not enough
to give you a single drop of bitterness
because you have given me a drop of sweetness too.
 

The Eighth Wonder

Great is the amazement when you do the math:
There are only seven wonders!
What is spring with so many snowdrops,
Without its murmur?
 

Who would be the sea, in the warm evenings,
Without chords of guitars?
The nightingale, if she would sing no more,
How many of the forests would not dry out?
 

Isn't the music too
One of the wonders,
Which often carries in it
The great secret of life?
Isn't the music too
One of the wonders,
Which gathers around it
Only good people?
 

There's one more, when you do the math,
There are not just seven wonders.
Even the moon is waiting in the clouds
The voice of a violin.
 

The fire of love would easily go out
With no longing song.
And the roses, thanks to the song once bloomed,
And therefore we will ask:
 

Isn't the music too
One of the wonders,
Which often carries in it
The great secret of life?
Isn't the music too
One of the wonders,
Which gathers around it
Only good people?
 

Isn't the music too
One of the wonders,
Which often carries in it
The great secret of life?
Isn't the music too
One of the wonders,
Which gathers around it
Only good people?
 

And in my soul I will carry...the music
 

Don’t shoot the pianist

If you travel from New York to San Francisco
And stop for a drink in some bar
You'll always find someone listening to a record
If there's no record, he drinks and moves on to another bar
But it’s inevitable to find in those places
A super funny guy who’s always playing the piano
He’s a classic character from John Ford's films
He's a very important man, because now I'll tell you why:
 

I was in Kansas City some time ago
In the most notorious bar in town
When a grave shout echoed:
'Don't shoot the pianist!
He's an artist, for heaven's sake!'
There was Bill, holding thirty-six pistols in hand
Settling the score with Jimmy the Australian
While the sheriff shouted from behind the piano:
'Don't shoot the pianist!
He's the king of dixieland!'
And then
As if by magic
Everything fell silent
Do you know how it ended?
Trembling
A tiny pianist
Hidden inside the piano
Slowly emerged
From that day on, in Kansas City, do you know what happens?
When a fight breaks out, in a flash
The calm sheriff steps in:
'Don't shoot the pianist!
He's a magnificent jazz artist!'
And peace on the dance floor is restored once again!
 

You can't imagine how much I love the piano
When I listen to it, I get soft and cry like a little lamb
But then everyone says, 'Bill’s crying, he's not himself anymore'
So I’m forced to take it out on the pianist
But I swear, it makes me sad, it makes me sad
 

From that day on, in Kansas City, do you know what happens?
When a fight breaks out, in a flash
The calm sheriff steps in:
'Don't shoot the pianist!'
'Then I'll shoot the bassist!'
'No, not the bassist either!'
'Well, will you all make up your mind?'
'Don’t shoot the pianist, please!'
 

And if I don’t return / The courageous maidens

And if I don’t return before dawn
Before the first song of the nightingale
Tell Janek from me
That I carried him in my heart
Apologize to my dear mother
For leaving without a farewell
There was no time for words
When the bell rang for the Uprising
When the bell rang for the Uprising...
 

And if I don’t return before dawn
Don’t cry for me, girls
The Good Lord has me in His care
And His will is sacred
And though I love life dearly
I run into the night, dark as an abyss
In a dress lined with fear
Playing tag with Death today
Playing tag with Death today...
 

And if I don’t return before dawn
And all news of me disappears
Plant a rose bush by the Vistula
And give it my name
In free Warsaw, let it bloom in spring
Proudly in white
Let it bring joy to the innocent eyes
Of children saved from bullets
Of children saved from bullets...
 

And if I don’t return before dawn
A gray mist will settle on the meadows
The wind will chase the clouds in the sky
The birches will lean toward the sun
And though I won’t be here then
I won’t leave this place in vain
I will return to you as if alive
You’ll remember me someday in a song
You’ll remember me in this song...
 

The ferry has just arrived

When, from the mainland
You come down here to Sicily to dream
Naturally, you must
Make friends with the sea
The Strait of Messina
Every tourist will know
For that little phrase
That has such fame:
 

It has just arrived
It has just arrived
It has just arrived
The ferry has just arrived
 

When you're waiting
On the dock at the station
Here comes the Marchioness
Who comes from Caltagirone
How many idle conversations
You’ll endure in such little time
And seeking salvation
Without hesitation you’ll say:
 

It has just arrived
It has just arrived
It has just arrived
The ferry has just arrived
 

When for months now (yes?)
You haven’t seen your girlfriend
While you're there waiting
You’re making so many plans
You look at the Strait below
And every boat seems like a steamer
Your heart, poor thing
Seems to repeat over and over:
 

It has just arrived
It has just arrived
It has just arrived
The ferry has just arrived
It has just arrived
It has just arrived
It has just arrived
The ferry has just arrived
(It has arrived)
The ferry has just arrived
 

Uncle Peter's Fairy Tale

Once there was. Once, years ago,
There was a king. There was a wealthy king,
What did he have? He had a grand castle,
And in it? In it, chambers,
The first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth,
And in one of these chambers stood, stood there
A marvelous flower, the flower was enchanted,
Someone was enchanted into it,
For once, an evil sorcerer cursed a princess into a flower,
And the king didn’t know how to bring her back to life, not even with a tear,
And tears flowed, and the king was dying, and time was slipping away,
And the flower was blooming. No!
 

There was also, there was a brave knight,
Who traveled all across the world,
He found the sorcerer,
Because he wanted to fight him,
Did he defeat him? He crushed him in a moment,
And what then? They lived happily,
That knight with the princess, indeed,
Because that’s how it usually goes in fairy tales,
The first, second, third, fourth, fifth,
In EVERY one!
 

Absolute Absurdistan

Your good friend
Keeps saying: You mustn’t take it to heart
He had someone else—what do you know
You can’t catch that smoke
It rises higher and higher
He’s got in his hollow eyes
Your framed traces
A blue peacock with its head wide open
It’s okay—there’s nothing to lose
It’s just testing us
Absolute Absurdistan
Square circles and a sandstone rock
Just Absolute Absurdistan
A strong, windless paradise looted
And I know
I’ll never ask you
Once upon a time—how little you loved her
I’ll never ask you at all
Even though Absolute Absurdistan
Resists
It doesn’t need to have anything
I already have you
Who knows you like I know you
The search
When, with whom, why, and where
Nothing but a bad tunnel under Mont Blanc
The path of blind birds
He’s got in his hollow eyes
Your framed traces
A blue peacock with its head wide open
It’s okay—there’s nothing to lose
It’s just testing us
Absolute Absurdistan
Square circles and a sandstone rock
Just Absolute Absurdistan
A strong, windless paradise looted
And I know
I’ll never ask you
Once upon a time—how little you loved her
I’ll never ask you at all
Maybe Absolute Absurdistan
Is protecting us
 

Absolute Absurdistan
Square circles and a sandstone rock
Just Absolute Absurdistan
A strong, windless paradise looted, and I know
I’ll never ask you
Once upon a time—how little you loved her
I’ll never ask you at all
Maybe Absolute Absurdistan
Is protecting us... (2x)
 

I Started Loving You on Monday

I started loving you on Monday
And Tuesday is the day you kissed me
I was jealous for a day on Wednesday
And on Thursday I thought it was all over.
The whole day of Friday I dreamed of you
But suddenly, on Saturday, I forgot.
 

What's wrong with me, what I wait for and what I want
I understood only next to you, on Sunday.
 

We looked fascinated into each other's eyes
And we were like two happy kids,
Everything was suddenly smiling
And we were like two happy kids.
 

I started loving you on Monday
And Tuesday is the day you kissed me
I was jealous for a day on Wednesday
And on Thursday I thought it was all over.
The whole day of Friday I dreamed of you
But suddenly, on Saturday, I forgot.
 

What's wrong with me, what I wait for and what I want
I understood only next to you, on Sunday.
 

Youth Madness

There is a little girl
Oh, how I know
I told my mother
My heart is hers today
(2x)
 

Youth, madness
Crazy years
Love, mother
I can't live without her
(2x)
 

She must be mine
With black eyes
I told everyone
I love her madly
(2x)
 

Youth, madness
Crazy years
Love, mother
I can't live without her
(2x)
 

There is a little girl
Oh, how beautiful
She must be mine
God said
(2x)
 

Youth, madness
Crazy years
Love, mother
I can't live without her
(2x)
 

The Past Hurts Me

(REF 2x)
In the heart of the night
in the abyss of the soul
your eyes seek a glass of wine
 

The past hurts me
the memory hurts
when you see another
how he loves you
and you and I, and you and I
we killed the love
and you and I, and you and I
we lost everything
 

(REF 2x)
A lonely man is not happy
the days of sad fate
I won't prolong you
life in a tavern
 

The past hurts me
the memory hurts
when you see another
how he loves you
and you and I, and you and I
we killed the love
and you and I, and you and I
we lost everything
 

(REF 2x)
What am I without you
I disturb solitude
my last drink
my last cigarette
 

The past hurts me
the memory hurts
when you see another
how he loves you
and you and I, and you and I
we killed the love
and you and I, and you and I
we lost everything
 

Friday the 13th, a black cat, and Krystyna.

Hocus pocus, a miracle has happened
You turn quarrels into summer honey
Unbelievable, it was supposed to be bad luck
You turned bad luck into honey and laughter
 

Friday the 13th, a black cat
Let’s close the door to the house
Too ominous, dear, the twist of fate
To trust someone again
Salt is spilled on the table
I’m scared to go out to town
In solitaire, instead of a lady, a king
And you burned the cake
Before the lion stirred within us
He sulked, anger disappeared
It’s all unbelievable
 

Hocus pocus, a miracle has happened
You turn quarrels into summer honey
Unbelievable, it was supposed to be bad luck
You turned bad luck into honey and laughter
 

Friday the 13th, a black cat
They announced on the radio, Krysia
That tomorrow there’s a gathering of chimney sweeps
So the devils’ feast is today
Our clock got up on its left foot
And smashed the mirror with its right
To hell, I wish I knew
Where that greasy stain came from
Before the lion stirred within us
He sulked, anger disappeared
It’s all unbelievable
 

Hocus pocus
Friday the 13th, cat, and mirror
It's a silly joke
On the table, salt and a greasy stain
It’s in the filling of the pie
It’s nothing really
It’s all some kind of magic
 

[2x] /Hocus pocus, a miracle has happened
You turn quarrels into summer honey
Unbelievable, it was supposed to be bad luck
You turned bad luck into honey and laughter/
 

Hocus pocus, a miracle has happened!
 

Today I saw a lion

Today I saw a lion
Lion, lion
That wasn't a lion
Lion, lion
(What was it then?
What was it then?)
Guess what
Guess what
Today I saw a lion
Lion, lion
That wasn't a lion
Lion, lion
(What was it then?
What was it then?)
Guess what
Guess what
 

It had a lion's head
(Did it have a forehead?)
A lion's forehead
(Did it have eyes?)
Lion's eyes
(Did it have a nose?)
Lion's nose
(Did it have a mouth?)
Lion's mouth
(Did it have teeth?)
Lion's teeth
(Did it have a chin?)
Lion's chin
(Did it have a neck?)
Lion's neck
(Did it have a chest?)
Lion's chest
(Did it have a belly?)
Lion's belly
(Did it have a tail?)
Lion's tail
And did it roar?
Grrrrr...!
 

(Tell us then what it was
We want to have fun
Explain a bit the riddle
We’re curious to know the truth)
 

It was the lion's lady
It was the lion's lady
 

Today I saw a lion
Lion, lion
That wasn't a lion
Lion, lion
(What was it then?
What was it then?)
Guess what
Guess what
Today I saw a lion
Lion, lion
That wasn't a lion
Lion, lion
(What was it then?
What was it then?)
Guess what
Guess what
 

It had a hat with a pom-pom
(Did it have braids?)
Braids in spirals
(Did it have a necklace?)
A necklace worth a million
(Did it have stockings?)
Nylon stockings
(Did it have a voice?)
Voice like Sablon
(Did it have perfume?)
Caron perfume
(Did it have a shirt?)
Cotton shirt
(Did it have a skirt?)
Chiffon skirt
(Did it have a watch?)
Vacheron watch
(Did it have breasts?)
Boyish breasts
(Did it have money?)
Money in abundance
(And did it roar?)
Eh! Yes it did!
 

(Tell us then what it was
We want to have fun
Explain a bit the riddle
We’re curious to know the truth)
 

It was the girlfriend of the lion
It was the girlfriend of the lion
Of the lion
Of the lion
It was the girlfriend of the lion!
 

Far Away From Here

This is the room, the sacred nest
Of that girl so richly dressed,
Tranquil and ready for her guest.
 

With one hand she fans her nipples
Elbow on the couch at rest
Listening to the ponds and ripples.
 

This room is Dorothy's. The play
Of wind and water, far away,
With fainting song and rhythmic sobs,
Through her reverie hums and throbs.
 

From head to toe with greatest care
Her skin is polished, to adorn her
With benjamin and oils as rare...
Some flowers are swooning in a corner.
 


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Bongo bongo bongo

One day a missionary went down there to the Equator
He wanted to civilize the blacks who lived in that region
He tried to convince them that life was better here
But a black man, with nonchalance, replied to him, alas, like this:
 

'Oh... bongo, bongo, bongo
I’m fine here in the Congo
I won’t move, no, no!
(No, no, no, no)
Bingo, bango, bengo
I’m sorry, but I won’t come
I’ll stay here
I don’t want tight shoes
Soap bars, trains, and taxis
But with this alarm clock around my neck
I’m fine here, here, here'
 

Patiently, the missionary continued to speak to him
About futurist painting, swing music, and bridges on the Po
While he was describing the great fashion of Paris
That black man, annoyed, replied again like this:
 

'Oh... bongo, bongo, bongo
I’m fine here in the Congo
I won’t move, no, no!
(No, no, no, no)
Bingo, bango, bengo
I’m sorry, but I won’t come
I’ll stay here
I don’t want motorcycle rides
Bounced checks, nor vermouth gin
But with these rings in my nose
I’m fine here... and I won’t move!
What do I find down there with you?
Atomic bombs and nothing more!
Christian Dior with the models
Strikers with their signs
And that guy who’s coming
You won’t charm me... I’m staying here!'
 

Jealousy

Love means jealousy
For those who fall in love with you
Perhaps you don’t realize what you do to me
What you do to my heart, to my life
If love means jealousy
Who will ever love you more than me?
I tremble at the thought that one day
A love taught you
To kiss like this
 

If love means jealousy
Who will ever love you more than me?
I tremble at the thought that one day
A love taught you
To kiss like this
 

Like birds

Feathers entangled in the wind
Now, how far will you fly?
This road leads to the endless sky
You make footsteps
and pack your small bag
In the morning light
 

I can hear the song of the water
The earth's heartbeat makes me tremble
Keep going straight ahead
You don't need a map
We continue our journey
like birds
 

Even if it's the first time I've seen this world
I'll think of you and try flying
The boundaries will disappear
and I'll just go with the flow of the
 

This road leads to the endless sky
You make footsteps
and pack your small bag
In the morning light
 

Keep going straight ahead
You don't need a map
We continue our journey
like birds
 

On my birthday

[Verse 1: ECHO]
Let's start off wrong, finish it right
The wind's blowing through my pocket, the bottle's blowing in my mouth
I gamble my money with the bartender, the set's still mine
Ping pong with the mug in my mouth, one more round, match's over
They call me ECHO, Brenciu's fish
Fifty lei a minute, make it twenty and you got a deal
My home isn't the house, that's why I'm stuck in the basement
With a dick in her mouth, a whore's practicing her scratching
Your brother's dying of joy
When everyone quits one by one from the brotherhood of work
For the losers talking rot that we're just a comedy
Let's leave it as is, 'cause we all know that's what you like
The curves straighten out, the whores fuck me
Bottles applaud me, crates like me
Weed loves me, I spit dead rhymes again
Like in the joke with the wolf, my dick loves everything
 

[Chorus: ECHO]
Today is my fucked-up day, I say, whoever wants whatever
I break it down on the bed and to my music
The cops knock, knock, knock on my door
The way my heart beats, beats, beats
With a cigarette in my mouth and a beer in front of me
I couldn't care less what the world thinks
So come on, come on, do it like this
I'm like a Ricky Mortin on Vida Loca
 

[Verse 2: Sesu & ECHO]
I was fucking one in the corner, 'Come on, Sesu, let's drink!'
You keep going, girl, I gotta go
Again, I hit the bottle with my mouth, the bar with my foot
I woke up fresh, lying in a piss trough
Dirty, the beer's splashing, you gotta catch it
I got a wick with me, come on, whore, light it up!
God talks to me when I sit on the toilet
'Do you renounce Satan?' I can't, he's my bandmate!
My favorite sport is staring into the fridge
And I got another hobby, finding my brother-in-law in the hood
One more chick, then crack open the beer
I'm balls deep in pussy, mouth in beer, and vodka in Heaven
I don't drink with joy, I drink out of duty
Give me a bottle so heavy it'll give me a hernia
I'm a claustrophobe with agoraphobia
Bring me another beer, let's escape the comedy!
 

[Chorus: ECHO]
Today is my fucked-up day, I say, whoever wants whatever
I break it down on the bed and to my music
The cops knock, knock, knock on my door
The way my heart beats, beats, beats
With a cigarette in my mouth and a beer in front of me
I couldn't care less what the world thinks
So come on, come on, do it like this
I'm like a Ricky Mortin on Vida Loca
Today is my fucked-up day, I say, whoever wants whatever
I break it down on the bed and to my music
The cops knock, knock, knock on my door
The way my heart beats, beats, beats
With a cigarette in my mouth and a beer in front of me
I couldn't care less what the world thinks
So come on, come on, do it like this
I'm like a Ricky Mortin on Vida Loca
 

SPELLS (INTRO)

You’re also in that dream of yours
And, of course, there are many components and circumstances
But above all of them is that feeling
That you’re living your best life
And that’s the truth
And you’ve created it yourself
So I’m very proud of you and somehow I’m very inspired (Čiūto tūto Čiūto tūto)
 

pool

The pool warden is looking the other way
Does the real summer look that way?
No one looks at the water
As if they're trying to keep their swimsuits dry
 

Without even doing any warm-up exercises
My girlfriend at 16 jumped in
Before anyone else
 

I want to see you again
You were laughing with your tongue red like a frozen strawberry
I want to see you again
The sunflowers that bloomed every summer
 

After pointing and laughing
You taught me how to swim properly
 

Fireworks lined up in front of a toy store
I even gave up because I didn't have enough pocket money
Now I can afford it
 

I want to see you again
You may have a different last name
I want to see you again
The sunflowers that bloomed every summer
 

A laughing voice and the sound of water saying, “Hurry up!”
They gathered around the shirt that I took off in a hurry
I wish time would stop
 

I want to see you again
You were laughing with your tongue red like a frozen strawberry
I want to see you again
The sunflowers that bloomed every summer
 

Cicada

While spending many years in the dark soil
Cicadas believe in the unseen light of the sun
While deceiving myself by running away from the pain
If living was happiness, we wouldn't be here
 

I came to the town where you live because I have something I want to tell you
I want you to remember me, so I'll scream loud
 

When the applause of the crashing showers stops ringing
The cicadas rub their wings and sing
 

I came to the town where you live because I have something I want to tell you
I want you to remember me, so I'll scream loud
 

When the applause of the crashing showers stops ringing
Like the cicadas rubbing their wings
 

I sing
 

Alive

Why are you so different?
Why are you so alone?
What do you expect to achieve
with this freedom of yours?
 

Why can't I reach you?
I can't capture you
Why are you so happy
with this loneliness of yours?
 

(Chorus:)
Only, only a wood nymph
I'm only, only, only alive
A reclusive wood nymph
One living wood nymph, alone
Only, only a wood nymph
I'm only, only, only reclusive
A reclusive wood nymph
I'm a living wood nymph
 

What is this power of yours?
What is this light?
When they look you in the eye,
they are face to face with death
 

You shine so bright, you don't hide
You just blend in with the day
The day is your element,
but how well the night suits you
 

(Chorus)
 

You cover your tracks
Where are you going again?
Take me there with you (x2)
You cover your tracks
Why are you leaving?
You can't be alone again
 

(Chorus)
 

As You Already Lie to Me (Lost)

As you already lie to me, make it sound convincing
This is see-through, just insulting
It took me a long time to understand the essence
That the love has turned into an ordinary routine
 

Ref.
Lost between the reality and the dream
Lost between good and evil
I am asking you where are we, you look down
You are silent, and don't want to talk about it
 

Sometimes, being silent obviously speaks
Minutes are as long as eternity
You turn your head, remove my hand
The silence make terrible noise
 

Ref.
Lost between the reality and the dream
Lost between good and evil
I am asking you where are we, you look down
You are silent, and don't want to talk about it (x3)
 

Memories

You tell me that the memories die
And that the street gossips about you
So you're looking for someone instead of me
Who is more suitable for you
 

I get that you lie everything that you say
That the fire is still burning
That you're asking for help, that you wail,
and that you're a bit scared.
 

And I love you and I know what you're up to
And I have only one thing on my mind
That you are forcing me out of your life
with wrong words, and bad acting.
 

You say that the memories fade
And that they disappear in blur
Tell me, my love, why did you
leave me stranded?
 

Orpheus

It's better to talk about the weather
Does it snow where you are?
We cannot remain friends
When I loved you more than anything.
 

There's no way we can be friends
In the death rattle, our love struggles,
It worked for you, but not for me
Far away from the eyes, far away from the heart
 

It is easy to get over the first love
There's time to fix the mistake
We cannot remain friends
The last love is too hard
 

Take the pieces of the broken heart
and put your trophy on the wall
Great collection, which includes now
Silent Orpheus
 

RESCUE ME

I wake up in the morning,
I sink to the bottom almost
A distorted scream in my soul
 

And all I see is shadows around me
I can't change it
So I curl up in a ball
And cry at home all day long
 

I feel so bad
I don't know why
I say I'm fine, but I'm lying
 

I'm dying inside my soul
All I see around me
Only demons
And I hide my feelings
 

I think something is wrong with me,
Because all I see is death.
When I go outside
It's like I'm on meth.
 

And I sleep nineteen hours every day
I cough up blood from time to time
I don't know what to do
 

I feel so bad
I don't know why
I won't go to the doctor
 

Ladies and gentlemen, if you fucking want to kill yourself, put your fucking hands up (yes!). Hey, all of you, blades up!
Help! Help!