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Scooby Doo, Where Are You! – Season 1

Versions: #1
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, don’t hesitate!
Let us enchant you!
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, don’t hesitate!
And stop slacking off!
 
Come on, Scooby-Doo, whatcha got there?
Why are you shaking like a leaf?1
Stop playing sick now, man up
And show you’re a tough guy.
 
I know you know and understand, we’ve got to quickly sweep the mystery off the table2
Quickly sweep it off.
 
So get ready for your job already,
Don’t try to push it on someone else again, push it on someone else again.
 
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, don’t hesitate!
Let go of all your fears!
Keep helping us, Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
Your job’s already waiting!
 

• 1. Literally “shaking like a ratter”, i.e. shaking a lot. “Ratter” refers to , the smallest dog breed in the world. A common idiom.
• 2. I.e. to solve it, to be done with it.

Dear shadow, whom I love

Dear shadow, whom I love,
ah, why oh why
do you hasten to your rest
and leave me here behind?
 
You will enjoy the peace
in blissful places
where
there is neither wrath
nor sorrow

Lady of the Good Death

Plough little cow and plough again
I ask the Lady to come and help us
Aaai...
Go and plough here!
Moo.....
Get the cow out of the corn! 1
 
What have you to give,
Lady of Good Death,
What have you to give?
Good shadows for the stern 2
Young girls to flirt with
Lady of Good Death
What have you to give?
 
Attend to my prayer
Lady of Good Death
Attend to my prayer
Give to Correlhã3 good luck
Cause it will be well-deserved
Lady of Good Death
Attend to my prayer
 
Plow little cow, behind the mimosa
Use the sting on that sly cow
Aaai....
Go and plough here!
Moo.....
Get the cow out of the corn...!
 
Living in a high place
Lady of the Good Death
Living in a high place
You've got a road to the park4
Row of houses until the monastery
Lady of the Good Death
Living in a high place
 
Lying in 'Monte da Nó'5
Lady of the Good Death
Lying in 'Monte da Nó'
With all the apostles around6
Lady, you are not alone
Lady of Good Death
Lying in 'Monte da Nó'
 
What have you to give
Lady of Good Death,
What have you to give?
Good shadows for the grapevine
Young girls to flirt with
Lady of Good Death,
What have you to give?
 

• 1. Reference to the cultivation of corn with the help of the cow
• 2. Bench at the back of the boats where people sit
• 3.
• 4. Our Lady of the Good Death Park
• 5. This hill offers a privileged view over the river Lima
• 6. On the upper level of the sanctuary stands out the dead Our Lady and the Apostles watching over her body, remarkable in the drama reflected in the wide gestures and in the markedly theatrical poses, in the physiognomic expressions of Jesus' disciples, impressive images that give us the impression that they will start talking and walking... It's even said around here that, when someone impresses with their size and figure, they “look like an apostle of the Good Death”

Pretty little bird, you that is singing

Pretty little bird, you that is singing
or rather weeping over your time foregone,
and seeing night and winter around you
and behind1 you the day and the merry months
 
if you, as you know your heavy sorrows,
also would know my similar state,
you would come into this insoluble bosom
to share with each other our painful grief.
 
I don't know if the shares would be equal,
for her, for whom you're weeping, maybe is alive

Since carnations and roses

Since carnations and roses
have lived in the same garden,
hatred, jealousy and spite
have never ended.
 
If you, rose, be a rose,
run away from the carnation, run away!
When I was a rose
I was lost to a carnation.
 

Talhari se moare

Am pus jos chitare si tobe
pentru ca aceasta muzica trebuie schimbata
Suntem talhari, semanam teama
si cu pusca vrem sa cantam
 
Si acum cantam acest cantec nou
toata lumea trebuie sa-l invete.
Nu ne pasa de rege maestru
pamantul e al nostru si nu trebuie atins
 
Femei frumoase care daruiti inima
daca vreti sa salvati acest talhar
nu-l mai cautati, uitati-i numele
cine merge-n razboi nu cunoaste mila
 
Barbati se naste talhari se moare
dar pana la ultimul trebuie sa impuscam
si daca murim aduceti o floare
si un blestem pentru aceasta libertate
 

Die a brigand

We laid down our guitars and our drums
because this music has to change
We are bandits, we are scary
and we want to sing with our rifles
 
Now we sing this new song
everyone has to learn it
We don't give a damn about the king master
the land belongs to us, nobody shall touch it
 
Beautiful woman who gives her heart
if you want to keep the bandit safe
don't go looking for him, forget his name
those who wage war on us have no mercy
 
Born a man, die a brigand
but we have to fight until the very end
and if we die, bring us a flower
and a curse for this freedom
 

The net

Seeking fulfillment in a lifetime
find a meaning that justifies this tireness
on the verge of oblivion made of prejudices
kiss the vices in the mouth, falling into the abyss
the abyss of the mind are rivers of pure water
go with the flow, manage fear
fear of what you really don't know
we are not fish but we remain
 
Every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
we confess
every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
we fall in love
every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
and we get pissed
every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
but who is the fisherman?
who is the fisherman?
you are the fisherman
 
Spend time floating in a bubble
understand phrases that are victims of copy paste
let yourself go to virtual emotions
and be loyal with special graphics
become curious about each other's life
to increase your followers and make the leap
showing a face that you basically do not know
run away like fish and stay
 
Every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
we confess
every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
we fall in love
every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
and we get pissed
every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
but who is the fisherman?
who is the fisherman?
you are the fisherman
 
One Hare Krishna may be enough
with a podium
to connect with your slightly better side
to wake up suddenly in the shadow of the last sun
and understand that you are your fisherman (fisherman)
and don't run away like a fish
and don't run away like a fish
and stay, stay, stay, ay, ay
 
Every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
we confess
every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
we fall in love
every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
and we get pissed
every day in the net
every day in the net
every day in the net
but who is the fisherman?
who is the fisherman?
you are the fisherman
 

Come Back, My Girl

Come back, my girl,
come back beside me.
You saw how small the world is,
our roads meet again.
 
Between my empty arms
I still feel you.
I already see you, you're running here,
You want to get back together with me.
 
Closing the door of this house,
you closed a door on my life,
but on the balcony there is a rose
that is just waiting for you.
 
Come back, my girl,
come back beside me.
You saw how small the world is,
our roads meet again.
 
Closing the door of this house,
you closed a door on my life,
but on the balcony there is a rose
that is just waiting for you.
 
Come back, my girl,
come back beside me.
You saw how small the world is,
our roads meet again.
 
Return to me!
 

In The Stable, In The Manger (Away In A Manger)

In the stable, in the manger, the baby is asleep,
The little baby Jesus will still be with us as a king.
The stars are shining high up in the sky,
On the little baby Jesus, asleep in the manger.
 
There is a big silence around, there is magic in the air!
The whole world is happy and delighted.
The angels of Heaven are praising God.
Giving high praise to Jesus, to the little, bright baby.
 
Be with us Jesus, be with us forever.
Be with us in the night, be with us in the day.
Give love to your children, give us love forever.
And we will be faithful, we will be truly faithful.
 

Ateş

Kafamda milyonlarca konuşma duyuyorum
İdare ediyorum, beni sonsuza dek uyandırma
İnkar içinde akan nehirler, yalandan yapamam
Tüm düşüncelerimin arkadaşlarımın olduğu konusunda paronayak oldum
 
Var,
Göğsümde kan
Adımımda kavga
Uyku yok dinlenme yok
Uyku yok dinlenme yok
Beynimde kıvılcımlar
Ben deli miyim
Alevi yakmaya çalışıyorum
Yakmaya çalışıyorum
 
Tüm bu düşünceler tenimde sürünerek savaşıyorum, tenimde sürünerek
İçimdeki kişiyi sallamaya çalıştıkları korkular, nereden başlamalıyım
Bu, o günlerden biri, tüm dünya'm çöküyor, her şey yanıyor
Bu, o gecelerden biri, hayal ediyorum ama tellerin üzerinde yürüyorum
Tüm bu düşünceler tenimde sürünerek savaşıyorum, Yak içinde gibi
Alevin
Alevin
 
Yağmurun yağmasına izin ver, yağmasına izin ver
Acı yoluyla, acı yoluyla
 
Kaç, daha hızlı gidebilirim eğer istersem
Bir yolculukta, bir görevde, asla bırakma
Daha fazla şüphe yok, daha fazla yarım gerçekten kaçmak yok
Ben bir savaşçıyım, ateşi yakıyorum, öldürüyorum onları
 
Dişlerimi sıkıyorum, bu sohbeti bitirmeliyim
Bir maç yapın çünkü şimdi sıfırlamaya basma zamanı
Daha fazla şüphe yok, daha fazla yarım gerçekten kaçmak yok
Ben bir savaşçıyım, ateşi yakıyorum, öldürüyorum onları
 

Când îți vei da seama apoi

Când îți vei da seama apoi
că nimeni nu crede în tine,
poate atunci vei înțelege
că trebuia să fii cu mine.
 
Vei petrece zile pustii,
unde sunt visele ce ți le faci?
Când îți vei da seama,
o să mă cauți.
 
Când îți vei da seam apoi
că trebuia să rămâi cu mine,
în alți prieteni pe care îi vei vedea,
o să mă vezi pe mine.
 
Când vei fi singură pe lume,
știu că mă vei căuta,
dar știu că nimeni vreodată
nu-ți va răspunde.
 
Când vei fi singură pe lume,
știu că mă vei căuta,
dar știu că nimeni vreodată
nu-ți va răspunde,
nu-ți va răspunde,
nu-ți va răspunde,
nu-ți va răspunde...
 

Ballad of a Poor Mexican

A poor Mexican who humbly wrote,
in the name of heroes of whom I am about to speak,
their names are sacred — Francisco and Mendoza,
here is your General Emiliano Zapata.
 
Mendoza is the inspiration for the generals that operate
throughout southern and central Mexico,
that's why in the states of Morelos and Puebla
there's order and respect for all good men.
 
Generals Marcelino Rodríguez and Galindos,
Espinoza and Caamaño1, Baranda2 and Primosón,
Ignacio Maya and others — Francisco and José Mozo,
Eduardo and Cleofas Torres fought with valor.
 
Long live the Mexican people! long live Zapata!
long live Mendoza too and all of the rest!
death to the wicked government of Victoriano Huerta!
may he die or may he resign! we want peace now!
 
For all of the traitors who have been willing,
who accompany Huerta and all of his squadron
we will conquer them even if they are our brothers,
may they know that here Zapata condemns the invader.
 
Justice denounces them, it detests the idiocy
of their tyrannist government because it no longer rules

FAIMOSUL GLASGOW RANGERS

În timp ce mergeam pe Copland Road,
am întâlnit o grămadă de străini,
M-au întrebat dacă merg să văd
faimosul Glasgow Rangers.
Așa că i-am dus la Ibrox Park
pentru a vedea steagurile desfășurate,
După acea priveliște au trebuit să recunoască:
Sunt campionii lumii !
 
Unii oameni cântă melodii despre
pământul pe care îl adoră
Alții despre modul în care au luptat și au câștigat
cele mai mari războaie ale țărilor lor,
Unii sunt chiar mulțumiți
cu alte subiecte
Dar eu pot cânta un cântec despre
o echipă de fotbal renumită
 
În timp ce mergeam pe Copland Road,
Am întâlnit o grămadă de străini,
M-au întrebat dacă merg să văd
faimosul Glasgow Rangers
 

Los Angeles

It was nice, do you remember
I did not forget
La Brea boulevard
we burnt our feet
 
You roared with laughter
overflowing with joy
The other were also there
In Los Angeles
 
What did we leave over there
What did we forget
So that this memory
Would be surely kept?
 
Passion, but already
A memory of youth
Which will never come back
From Los Angeles
 
I have often thought back obviously
But less often than you
I left a long time ago
L.A behind me
 
You lied to me once
I let it pass
Then I lied like you
Dreaming while awake
Lies and what proof?
Sermons and promises
Which stay back over there
In Los Angeles
 
I have often thought back obviously
But less often than you
I left a long time ago
L.A behind me
 
It was nice, do you remember
I did not forget
La Brea boulevard
we burnt our feet
 

Palestine

Far away in the Middle East, like a wounded buffalo
The American pirate is raging
But in the fields and on the dunes, even the children are armed
And every woman carries a rifle
No, we are not afraid of the tanks of Israel:
You must liberate your land!
 
We have raised the red, green, white and black,
Holding the flag in our fists: the colors of Al Fatah
We have raised the partisan flag of the red Palestine
Alongside that of Vietnam!
 
The newspapers of the bosses1 call them 'bandits'
The same who called the partisans 'murderers'
We won't believe the Israeli bulletins
Nor the traitor tyrant from Jordan
How many times they told us 'It's over in Palestine'?
Yet still we sing the song
 
Beyond this sea there is a fraternal people:
Every struggle helps another struggle,
Every shot fired on the Zionist enemy
Strikes too those who are in command in Italy.
The people in revolt are what moves History forward today,
Revolution until victory!2
 

• 1. of the bourgeoisie
• 2. Slogan of the Al Fatah

To a Man of Big Nose

Versions: #1
Once upon a man to a nose plastered,
once upon a nose superlative,
once upon a nose long-cloak and screever,
once upon a sword-fish very bearded.
 
It was a gnomon of sun ill-faced,
once upon an alquitar ruminant,
once upon a topsy-turvy elephant,
it was Ovidius Naso big-nosed.
 
Once upon a fender-beam of a galley,
once upon an Egypt's pyramid,
the twelve tribes of noses was it.
 
Once upon a very-nosy infinite,
excessively nose, nose so fiery,
that in the face of Anas would be sin.
 

Mortality and Eternity

We were complete strangers
But destiny had it
That our paths would cross
We were hopeless souls
That love brought together
 
For a while we suffered
But with time
Our pain was eased
For our deep wounds,
Love proved to be the cure
 
It's now that I see nothing else matters
You taught me so many things I never knew:
That time is worth more spent with you
And that you're the one dearest to my heart
 
There is so much that I admire about you
Without you, my life is dull

De luni

Eu cu tine, nu voi mai fi,
iată de ce
în astă seară, dacă vrei dragoste,
îți pot da
mult mai multă.
 
Mă așteptam, știi,
că odată și-odată se va sfârși.
În seara asta e sâmbătă,
nu pot să stau
fără tine.
 
De luni
te voi uita,
n-am să mor
dacă tu pleci,
dar acum, nu.
 
De luni
nu te mai iubesc,
e ca și cum ai spune:
”mă las de fumat”,
nu mai fac...dragoste.
 
Sigur, așa va fi,
dar toate astea
începând de luni.
 
De luni
s-a terminat între noi.
În seara asta e sâmbătă,
nu pot să stau
fără tine.
 
De luni
te voi uita,
mă voi descurca
fără tine,
dar acum, nu.
 
De luni
nu te mai iubesc,
e ca și cum ai spune:
”mă las de fumat”,
nu mai fac...dragoste.
 
Sigur, așa va fi,
dar toate astea
începând de luni.
 
De luni,
iubirea mea,
am să dorm singur,
dar în seara asta e sâmbătă,
nu pot să stau
fără tine.
 
De luni,
iubirea mea,
am să dorm singur,
dar în seara asta e sâmbătă,
nu pot să stau
fără tine.
 

The Dapple-grey Mare

In the tower, silence was already high.
The poplars of the Salto Creek were whispering.
 
The Norman horses at their posts
were crushing the fodder with noise from the crusts.
 
Down there it was, the mare, wild,
born among the pines on the salty beach,
 
which in the nostrils still had the spray of the sea
and the screams in the pointed ears.
 
With an elbow on the manger, close to it,
was my mother

Capataz

It's not like we were born yesterday, Capataz
it's not like we were born yesterday,
it's not like we are held captive
inside the star of this nice modernity.
It's not like we were born to die here.
 
If you try to open the window, Capataz,
and you look out with your eyes,
there are so lots of people who don't count
yet they do count and they are already counting themselves.
They are just waiting for a sign, Capataz.
 
When the weather changes, this old sign
when the weather changes, it will come.
When the wind rises, this old boat1,
when the wind rises, it will sail away.
It's not like we were born yesterday, Capataz.
 
If you try to get into my head, Capataz,
and you look out with my eyes,
there are lots of people, lots of hearts,
lots of colours instead of all that gray, a lot of news.
There's a different type of future, Capataz.
 
When the weather changes, this old sign
when the weather changes, it will come.
When the wind rises, this old boat,
when the wind rises, it will sail away.
There's a different type of future, Capataz.
 

• 1. literally: 'this old wood'

How Nice It Is To Love

She has a cannon of joy shooting from the eyes
And everyone who looks at her is filled with love
She's the guardian angel for the demons
I swear I'm not exaggerating, everything is heart
 
Life has more life if she's nearby
She's the shield, she doesn't just butter you up
She has the laugh that eases every problem
She's that word that you hear whenever you sigh
 
She's a lit candle
Because if there is a day filled with darkness
She pours a little bit in the wound
That's why she's my friend through thick and thin
 
How nice it is to know that you're always there
I want you to know that I'm going to look after you
How nice it is to love and to be able to trust
How lucky I am for having your friendship
 
She's the edge of beaten water that breaks
When she gets brave she doesn't know how to stop
She's not afraid of people, she fights in disorder
That justice already wins for freedom
 
She's a lit candle
Because if there is a day filled with darkness
She pours a little bit in the wound
That's why she's my friend through thick and thin
 
How nice it is to know that you're always there
I want you to know that I'm going to look after you
How nice it is to love and to be able to trust
How lucky I am for having your friendship
 
She didn't know what to do when she was defeated
She learned from the tears, fed up from crying
That's why she has that brightness and the cry of a lighthouse
She's the step to find the lost path
 
How nice it is to know that you're always there
I want you to know that I'm going to look after you
How nice it is to love and to be able to trust
How lucky I am for having your friendship
 
(One, two, three...)
 
How nice it is to know that you're always there
I want you to know that I'm going to look after you
How nice it is to love and to be able to trust
How lucky I am for having your friendship
 
How nice it is to know that you're always there
I want you to know that I'm going to look after you
How nice it is to love and to be able to trust
How lucky I am for having your friendship
 

The old man and the child

Versions: #1
An old man and a child, in each other hands,
set off together towards the dawn.
Red dust was rising further away
and the sun was shining with an outlandish light.
 
The immense expanse seemed to stretch
as far as the looking eye can fetch
and there was to be found nobody around
only the bleak outline of towers of smoke.
 
The two were walking, the day was waning,
the old man was talking and crying but softly,
with absent soul, with eyes full of tears
was following memories of bygone careers.
 
Old people endure the ravages of time,
unable to separate real and dreams
Old people don’t separate into their minds lies and truth in their own dreams.
 
And the old man stared, off into the distance,
and said: 'Imagine this covered in wheat,
imagine the fruits, imagine the flowers
and picture in your mind the voices and the colours.
 
And in this prairie till its very end
trees were growing and everything was green,
rain fell down, and suns marked out
the rhythm of men and of the seasons.'
 
The child stood silent, a sad look in his eyes
stupefied at things by nobody seen
and then he said, with a dreamy voice:
'I like fairy tales … tell me some more!'
 

A Thrown Away Love Song

It seems strange to me, too
I am still here to defend myself
But it's far from easy
You are absolutely right
My excuses are useless
But I cannot stand without telling them to you
It seems also strange that
I can no longer protect you
And it's far from easy
You are always right
My excuses are useless
But I cannot live without you.
 
Don't let me go away, don't let it happen
A stupid story, a night of drinking, a single lie
Don't let me go away, don't let it happen
A thrown away love song
(Don't let me go away, don't let it happen)
 
It seems strange to me, too
But I don't want to hide anymore
And it's far from easy
You are always right
And I have to admit to myself
But it is not possible without you.
 
Don't let me go away, don't let it happen
A stupid story, a night of drinking, a single lie
Don't let me go away, don't let it happen
A thrown away love song
 
(Don't let me go away, go away)
(Don't let it happen, happen)
 
A love song
Don't let me go away (go away)
(Don't let it happen, happen)
A thrown away love song...
 

It's the gays' fault

Versions:
All over the world
There's disaster, terror, and death
But us followers of Jesus have got off the hook
Because the root of all evil is not us
 
No, it's the gays' fault
The gays' fault
It is written in the Bible
It's the gays' fault
I don't know on what line or verse,
Chapter or book,
But somewhere here it's written
It's the gays' fault
 
The war in Afghanistan?
The gays' fault
The dictatorship in Iran?
The gays' fault
And earthquakes, floods,
And all other horrors
That Vin & Sprit* and SAAB and Volvo
Are no longer Swedish
 
Yes, it's the gays' fault
The gays' fault
The world is on fire
And it's the gays' fault
My son took a hunting rifle
And shot four men to death
In some way I can tell that
It was the gays' fault
 
Divorces and alcoholics
Are the gays' fault
Crossing guards and atheism
Are the gays' fault
That young people in this day and age
Don't learn how to behave
That Melodifestivalen**
Will now never end
 
Yes, it's the gays' fault
The gays' fault
Everything is so messed up
And it's the gays' fault
My upbringing made it so
I'll never be mentally whole
But my family all agree:
It's the gays' fault
 
Crazy fundamentalism?
The gays' fault
Every historical schism?
The gays' fault
Because of our religion
We fight, kill, and strike
And the blame for all of this
Cannot fall on us
 
No, it's the gays' fault
The gays' fault
Yes, on this we can unite
It's the gays' fault
You think that it's Satan himself
Who is playing us for fools
But even he can walk free
Because it's the gays' fault
 
Yes, it's the gays' fault
The gays' fault
Everything that's wrong
Yes, it's the gays' fault
 
I sat at my computer
So my neck got quite stiff
In the kitchen we have tapestries,
Even though I want panels
One time I went to eat porridge
And added curry instead of cinnamon
And I'm no sloppy cook
Because it was the gays' fault
 
When the swine flu came
We ran out of hand sanitizer
And our pizzeria
Has such boring customers
I got caught at work
Stealing office supplies
I rode a rented dromedary
But my wife got a camel
That our king's role
Is solely ceremonial
And that I cannot find
Any more rhymes for 'el'
 
There is no doubt
It's the gays' fault
 
The gays' fault
 
* Vin & Sprit is a Swedish alcohol company
** Melodifestivalen is a Swedish song competition used to select the country's submission to Eurovision
 

Throw Me to the Bottom of the Sea

I let you stay for the last time, friend
I can sleep with you again tonight
Very close to your movements, heartbeats and breaths
I would like to be able to tell you so much of the truth, no
 
Take me far from here
Throw me to the bottom of the sea
To come to an end
Since I met you
I can't forget you
Nor forgive
Throw me to the bottom of the sea
 
When I pretend to stop thinking about you for a moment
They come back, your eyes reach me, shy and black
I feel you, wound that hurts, since so long ago
I would like to be able to tell you so much of the truth, no
 
Take me far from here
Throw me to the bottom of the sea
To come to an end
Since I met you
I can't forget you
Nor forgive
Throw me to the bottom of the sea
 
Take me far from here (far, far)
Throw me to the bottom of the sea
To come to an end (come to an end)
Since I met you
I can't forget you (I can't forget you)
Nor forgive
Throw me to the bottom of the sea
(Throw me to the bottom of the sea)
 

Lies manufacturer

He was a lie manufacturer
he had cardboard stories
His life was a tin fable
his eyes were neon lights
Don't ever have faith
because his lies can bring you pain
 
She was a typical innocent girl
black shoes, cotton socks
she was only happy in school
she never had love in her skin
It's futile to say
that she believed what she was told
 
You might want to know the end of our story
some can imagine it
the girl without a fuss
lost her socks and her chastity
We need to condemn
whoever mocks our moral
But there's something we can't explain:
Why the girl laughs instead of crying?
 

Something brings me far, something brings me near

Today your breath sounded somewhat sad
and you couldn't eat
your eyes didn't look at me the same.
Time doesn't pass in vain
and we're both growing up
keep your normal life, the way you are.
 
Maybe you can't explain
maybe you can't talk
Maybe you can't explain
maybe you can't talk
Something brings me far, something brings me near to you
and it's love
 
The moon is seen in the window
and I understand it all without doubt
the wind and you make me tremble again
And in the morning like a rumor
so soft when you stretch
you'll be happy with seeing me waking up
 

Sun shines behind your struggle

The twilight will come if you keep on
Explaining until you lack
The strength to fight
Your hands to hit
 
The chains hurt you so much
that your blood is a daily rain
Don't let yourself bleed out
Don't let yourself bleed out
 
Look at the gray horizon
Sun shines behind your struggle
You got to give warmth to your hands today
 

And I'll have time in my eighties

I have some regrets and also lots of joy
To feel all that I can do and a soft melody
Sometimes being afraid is to feel a little that we're alive
I mean let's go, take my hand, we'll walk calmly
 
Too many little and big things always
To much love surrounding me in a thousand moments
And I'll have time in my eighties, I'm sure
Of remembering with a broad smile
 
At times I notice there are people able to love
I know I have strength but also that I'm sad and tired
I'm in the mood that you call me to alter my plans
A little of music in my head makes me feel calm
 
And that strange sensation of being
With a time that passes and never returns
Strange things that happened to me time ago
I know that more and better days will come
And I'll have time in my eighties, I'm sure
Of remembering with a broad smile
 

Your soul will sing happy

You don't understand me, how easy will be
to know you, to hear you and feel what you think
Now I can play with your innocence of years ago
Your harmony comes soft, what will I do
Come, come near, desired, without words.
Make everything be real forever
 
Remember: your soul will sing happy
 

Tiny ode 22. The millipede

The millipede and the centipede,
in november, december,
like tiny pieces of tinsel,
roll themselves up in the soil,
As if Christmas time
had set itself into the ground
To warm up the hearts
of gardens in winter
to enable little insects
to take part to the party.