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She's Singing And The Sounds Are Melting...

Versions: #2
She's singing and the sounds are melting
Like tender kisses on her lips.
She's glancing and the skies're reflecting
In her divine eyes like eclipse.
When she is walking - all her motions,
When uttering a word - her lines're
So full of feeling and emotion,
Of wondrous innocence and signs.
 
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You Have to Drink from the Source

Behind the hill
Behind the chimneys
Beyond the clouds of smoke
There's a source
That distils wine
A wine more intoxicating
Than all other wines
 
If you want to choose it
If you want to taste it
You only have to cross the valley
It's not too far
It's for free
You only have to forget your prejudices
 
You have to drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
Drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
 
Tear up your money
Tear up your papers
Burn your clothes and your shoes
Open up your arms and you'll rediscover
The torrent of life that runs inside of you
 
(x3)
You have to drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
Drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
 
Drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
 

Frumoasă în felul ăla

Zâmbește, fără de motiv
Iubește , precum un copil ai fi
Zâmbește, indiferent de ceea ce 'Ei' ție-ți zic
Nu asculta o vorbă din ale lor spuse
Căci viața-i frumoasă în felul ăla !
 
Lacrimi, un val de lacrimi
Lumină,.. ce încet dispare
Așteaptă, înainte de a 'trage cortina'
Încă-i o 'carte' de jucat
Și viața este frumoasă în felul ăla !
 
Aici, în a sa privire , etern
Eu mereu voi fi la fel de aproape
Precum îți amintești din timpurile trecute
 
Acum, că tu acolo ești pe cont propriu
Amintește-ți , ce conteaza
Și ceea ce noi visăm, este sinceră iubire!
 
Păstrează-ți zâmbetul din a ta privire ,
Curând, a ta mult așteptată 'răsplată' (va fi a ta)
Noi vom uita de-a noastră suferință
Și gândi la o zi mai strălucitoare'
Pentru că viața este frumoasă în felul ăsta !
 
Vom uita de a noastră suferință
Și gândi la o zi mai strălucitoare'
Pentru că viața este frumoasă în felul ăsta !
 
Înainte ca tu să termini'
Acolo Încă-i o 'carte' de jucat
Și viața este frumoasă în felul ăla !
 

Remember this

If you want to leave
No matter how much it hurts me
I am not keeping you
In my loneliness
Even if I walk the line
I will love you
And if I'm left with an empty body
A moon that has no sky
To forget that you're my life
I can't
 
Remember this as long as you live
Nobody else will love you
The way I loved you
Only me...
 
If you want to live your whole life
That you spent with me
To try out a new beginning
Without my dreams
I have no reason to deny you that
To find easy justifications
But, to forget what we have lived
I can't
 
Remember this as long as you live
Nobody else will love you
The way I loved you
Only me...
 

Beautiful

She’s beautiful
And I mean in love
Aj aj aja ja 2x
She is the one
Shoot my heart like a gun
Aj aj aja ja 2x} 2x
 
Ledri:
When she goes in the street
All talk stops
Everyone likes her
When they are close by
For me is the same
Come again, come again
towards me
Come again, Come again
one on one
And if you come, if you come
You will never go back
Remember, remember
You will be mine
Bang, she shoot me one time
Bang, she shoot me two times
Bang Bang Bang she shoot me again but she’s gonna be mine
Who cares say
Bang, she shoot me one time (one time)
Bang, she shoot me two times( two times)
Bang, Bang, Bang she shoot me again but she’s gonna be mine
Flori:
She’s beautiful
And I mean in love
Aj aj aj ja 2x
She is the one
Shoot my heart like a gun
Aj aj aja ja 2x} 2x
 
Ledri:
I have not seen better than you
what i want, i want to see you everyday
And every time is like the first time
Don't go, stay with me
I know you are you are the only
Tell me you are you are mine
Flori:
{She’s beautiful
And I mean in love
Aj aj aja ja 2x
She is the one
Shoot my heart like a gun
Aj aj aja ja 2x} 2x
 
Flori:
Every time she is in front of me she blinds me like blitz
You have the star in your forehead I never wanted you for showbiz
Every time she is in front of me she blinds me like blitz
You have the star in your forehead I never wanted you for showbiz
 

Beautiful Mongolian Horse

Beautiful hills.
Shine seven colours of the rainbow,
Gentle upon grass blades still.
The wind whistle as though a giggle,
My beautiful mongol horse,
My beautiful mongol horse.
 
To catch up to speed of the flaxen gazelle,
Speeding through the endless grassfields.
Finally to be home, it has returned.
To be back, so long it has yearned.
My beautiful mongol horse,
My beautiful mongol horse.
 
Many times, it's saved its owner's life,
From nine deaths by the enemy's knife.
Staring at its friends' corpses from the hilltop,
Those flowing tears were so hard to stop.
My beautiful mongol horse,
My beautiful mongol horse.
 

Even Just a Little Bit

Thoughts flow, madness wakes
But still, everything is so calm
 
Every step seems like
It's been taken a 100 times before
 
Words flow and so loudly
Absolutely nothing has been said
 
Everything that has been, everything that would be
Suddenly becomes small
 
[I wish] I could understand even a little bit what I still feel
Even just a little bit, but nobody hears
What I'm screaming so quietly
Why, why
 
Hours go by, but still
The moment does not dissapear
 
My words
In your palm
In silent pain disappear
 
[I wish] I could understand even a little bit what I still feel
Even just a little bit, but nobody hears
What I'm screaming so quietly
Why, why
[I wish] I could understand even a little bit what I still feel
Even just a little bit, but nobody hears
What I'm screaming so quietly
Why, why
 

Winter trysts

Where did the autumn trysts go
And the daylight.. Rain, and shivering children
Where did the autumn trysts go
Secrets, morning frosts, and deserted gardens
 
People are reaching out
Tree trunks are cracking
And you, you break bricks
You don't care about the garden
Your hands are bloody
You dream of America
 
Some days you would like
To exchange secrets
To tell each other stories
To send makeshift boats
Float away on lakes
In evening gardens
 
Where did the winter trysts go
And the cold... The child blowing in his hands?
Where did the autumn trysts go
The frozen fences, the lakes, the snowy moons?
 
Some days you can't take any more
But the nightmare goes on
Your heart keeps pounding
The smokes, the fogs
And old men's hands
Caressing children
 
You remember the pathways
The horse chestnut-trees
The bandstands
High up in the sky
You watch birds
Flying to America
 
Where did the autumn trysts go
And the wind...
 
Where did the autumn trysts go
And the wind?
 
People are reaching out
Tree trunks are cracking
And you, you break bricks
You don't care about the garden
Your hands are bloody
You dream of America
 
Some days you can't take any more
But the nightmare goes on
Your heart beats too fast
High up in the sky
You watch birds
Flying to America
 
People are reaching out
Tree trunks are cracking
And you, you break bricks
You don't care about the garden
Your hands are bloody
You dream of America
Flying to America
 
Some days you can't take any more
But the nightmare goes on
Your heart beats too fast
High up in the sky
You watch birds
Flying to America
America
 

Poor Bird

I don't remember the name of that town
I don't remember which century it was
But I took you in my hands like a poor bird
Who had been hurt by stupid children
 
I whispered fairytales about faraway lands
I wanted to bring you at least a bit of joy
I promised to you that I would be back in a month
Although I knew I wasn't coming back
 
How we hurt those
To whom we give the sky
And of our sweet words
We will have to feel ashamed
And inside my chest there is a cage
And instead of a heart
This poor bird thrashes inside
Breaking its wings
 
I tried drinking sweet wines to wash away this bitterness
I tried forgetting everything that had been and starting over
But I knew no peace in my comfortable beds
Because this bird was screaming in my dreams
 
In a strange place where shadows will meet again
After the long road, after the tiresome life
I will ask the kind God for one thing:
For the poor bird
To forgive me
 
How we hurt those
To whom we give the sky
And of our sweet words
We will have to feel ashamed
And inside my chest there is a cage
And instead of a heart
This poor bird thrashes inside
Breaking its wings
 

The Bus

it does not matter
Where the bus is taking me
Any place
Will be better to forget
 
It will work
Maybe it will be of no use
I will try
To remove your traces from my skin
 
This city smells like you
Sadly, like you
And what I want
Is to forget your love
 
To save the heart
To erase the bad memory
That your betrayal has left me
And what I want
Is to forget your love
 
Even if I need to die
Anesthetizing the desire
Maybe I will not think about you anymore
 
I will walk
On the embers of pain
I will reborn, maybe I will have another skin
 
This city smells like you
Sadly, like you
And what I want
Is to forget your love
 

On the highest brunch

Versions: #3
In the clear fountain
Having a picnic
 
Hung on the highest brunch
Among the chestnuts
It seems you were balancing
I watched you and loose my feet
 
Although nothing matters anymore
Have you at least found the key
That gives us back our childhood
And our crazy Laughter at schoolchildren
 
This night,
It's the wind of the autumn
That will rock you
Let it
At the shelter of men
Rock it near me
 
There will be, of course, unease
Like a brief hesitation
At the moment of placing the chairs
For the new year's eve meal
 
You'll live in all our silence
In the hasard of conversations
I'll get used to your absence
But I won't say your name anymore
 
This night,
It's the wind of the autumn
That will rock you
Let it
,At the shelter of men,
Rock you near me
 
Hung on the highest brunch
One day, I'll forgive you
Tell God that it's sunday
And he can come to take you
 

Under Their Skin

It doesn't matter if you're strong or weak
It doesn't matter if you're fine
Just make sure to be awake, not to sleep
And to raise your voice in due time
Yeah, it's gonna be uplifting for most
Who're inwardly stoking their fire
Liberating, even reanimating to those
Who feel death drawing nigher
 
It's gonna get real loud when they cry shouts of joy
He who puts trust in them will be as family
It's getting under their skin like sunshine, boy
I built my house on You with tons and tons of brick
Stone upon stone, so they grew to mountains
With mighty stormwinds, snow and ice
As summiteer I'll wrap myself in gauntness
Then it'll get hot, we'll fold our hands and close our eyes
 
You'll have to lie in your bed as you've made it
That's how wise men are saying across the land
But if you won't get saved from the war, you must escape it
Or you're building home and goods on beds of sand
So we're mapping out travel routes in all our charts and
We're closing in on your landmarks to thwart
Our coming out of Babylon will soon be starting
We'll go through, we don't need no escort
 

The Bus Director

Marek Valenta:
My new car is as fast as the wind and as strong as a bull,
it makes my world taste like a well roasted steak again,
my life is in full swing, I feel as i I were at least 1.6m tall,
and everything is as it should to be.
 
Vojta Dyk:
It's not a car, mate, this is some bloody fake,
it's a bike and bikes are not permitted on the bus,
yeah, whoever has a bike is a total outsider,
so goodbye and adieu!
 
I'm the director of this bus,
got my own rules and my own know-how
 
M.V.:
You're the director of this bus,
the bus whose terminal station is 'Trouble'
 
Ondřej Ládek:
Bikes are not permitted, it's here, down in black and white,
don't force me to shout on you,
be sure that if you don't get lost immediately,
you'll see something,
I shall tolerate no scum in here.
 
M.V.:
My shoes are small, but my rights are as big as yours,
so take that in account,
what's written down in black and white doesn't have to be black and white at all, for you it's a bike, for me a mobility aid.
 
You're the director of this bus,
the world's not made of traffic lanes, though.
 
O.L:
I'm the director of this bus,
don't disturb my circles with your goddamn bike.
 
Bike remains a bike,
and nothing's gonna change about that
 
Idiot remains an idiot,
some have short legs, some are a bit short on the uptake.
 
Bike remains a bike,
my mind boggles at your arguments.
 
Idiot remains an idiot,
those who refer to regulations, should know them in the first place.
 
Conditions of the Transport Regulations, article 6., paragraph 15.:
'Other mobility aid devices are considered wheelchairs
provided their dimensions and weight
are similar'.
 
M.V.:
I don't want to jump to premature conclusions,
and don't want to argue,
I just want what I'm entitled to, alright?
 
People like me,
don't live just in fairy-tales
we're all in the same boat, so don't throw us overboard.
 
Dan Bárta:
My authority will be gone the moment I let you in with your bike,
Once you do it, everyone will want it too,
rules are rules, even a village idiot knows that,
if you want an exception, go complain to the Snow White!
 
I'm the director of this bus,
appeal to God if you wish,
 
M.V.:
You're the director of this bus,
next time you'll take my white stick or a wooden leg.
 
Bike remains a bike,
and nothing's gonna change about that
 
Idiot remains an idiot,
some have short legs, some are a bit short on the uptake.
 
Bike remains a bike,
my mind boggles at your arguments.
 
Idiot remains an idiot,
those who refer to regulations, should know them in the first place.
 

Near The Bumper Cars

I knew Pépette
At the bumper cars
She, she had number seven
And I had number twelve
Hers was green
And mine was green (too)
She was good, the Pépette
And it was her job (she was good!)
 
I asked her 'Do you come often
To the bumper cars?'
She told me that she came often
That made her happy
She asked me 'But why
Are you asking me that?'
I responded 'But why
Are you asking me that?'
 
We went to drink a beer
Near bumper cars
She looked very happy
In her yellow dress
She was not really that boring
She was not awful at all
I had vicious ideas
Under my yellow hair
 
I offered to Pépette
A bumper car ride
She, she kept the seven
I took over the eleventh
The boss of the bumper cars
Who was very kind
He put on background music
He put us Johnny
 
While my idol was singing
The entire penis gates
The little cars were spinning, spinning and spinning
And I was doing it on purpose
To hit into Pépette
Same as a shot, without doing it on purpose
She sprained her head
 
We went to drink a beer
Near bumper cars
She looked a lot less happy
In his ugly dress
She looked less in love
She said to me thoughtfully
I have to go to my landlady
What a disaster
 
I left the Pépette
Near the auto-buffers
I asked him but Pépette
Is that your real name
She told me 'Are you stupid'
It's my nickname, poor idiot
My real name is Zezette
But it's a bit long
 
We ate together
A chocolate ice cream
She, she took raspberry
And I did not eat anything
I wanted an ice cream made of meat
Yes but there were none left
Not even one of minced meat
But it flows along the cornet
 
We went to drink a beer
Near bumper cars
I found her suddenly hideous
Her dress with moth holes
I told her 'You know little pisser
I prefer bumper cars'
You are not luxurious enough
But tell me, what time is it
 
Lalala Lalala Lala ... What time is it
Lalala Lalala Lala ... What time is it
Lalala Lalala Lala ... What a bitch ...
Lalala Lalala lala ...
 
[Fun fair animator]
And let's go fans of speed, roll-roll little cars, we laugh we have fun at Disneyland!
No. 112 wins an inflatable E.T. or VCR ... Cardboard
Little Delphine is waiting for her mom next to the merguez stand
Attention, the owner of the 504 Pigeot registered 4012 QQ 75 is asked to move it, it hinders the coach of the Communist Party
And it's still a soldier who wins a net garnished with a bazooka in it!
Let's go youth, we laugh we have fun ...
The person who lost a leather wallet is asked to report it
 

Once In A Dream

I am always dreaming of you
Your eyes are very dear
I call my dream an illusion
But you understand
I still love you in my dream
 
But you understand
I still love you in my dream
 
I am always dreaming of you
Your eyes are very dear
I call my dream an illusion
But you understand
I still love you in my dream
 

What Is This Thing That Is Called Love?

Versions: #2
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
That secretly drives our hearts?
And whoever felt it is nostalgic about it
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
Laughter, tear, sunshine, rain
Our lives, our ending, and beginning
 
Never ever has a mouth
Found it and said it yet
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
In a second, it gives you wings
And it is both sadness and joy at the same time
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
And it makes you voice the aim:
I love you, I love you, I love you.
 

What Is This Thing That Is Called Love?

What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
That secretly drives our hearts?
And whoever felt it is nostalgic about it
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
Laughter, tear, sunshine, rain
Our lives, our ending, and beginning
 
Never ever has a mouth
Found it and said it yet
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
In a second, it gives you wings
And it is both sadness and joy at the same time
 
What is it this thing that is called love?
What is this? What is this?
And it makes you voice the aim:
I love you, I love you, I love you.
 

Mormântul vrăjitoarei

Odată, sub lună și soare,
Diminețile vieții scădeau.
În codrul magic,
La marginea Vesilahti,
Era un vraci,
Un vrăjitoare pricepută,
Dar n-avea odihnă,
Nicio zi doar pentru ea.
 
Voia să aparțină,
Voia să fie înmormântată,
Cadavrul ei să fie luat,
Purtat departe de ceilalți.
Când voi fi un cadavru,
Când zilele mi-au trecut,
Purtați-mi trupul departe,
Când cade noaptea...
 
Cel ce trece pe lângă mormântul meu,
Oricine ar fi,
Asta trebuie să faci,
Altfel lucruri înfricoșătoare ți se vor întâmpla.
 
Dar când zorii apar
Și noaptea a trecut,
Acolo-mi va fi mormântul,
Acolo voi fi întinsă,
Moartea ia ce-i aparține,
Vraciul, în brațele ei,
Deci patru bărbați îl iau
Și duc trupul neînsuflețit al vrăjitoarei.
 
Dar e lumină printre nori,
Primele raze ale zilei,
Deci e timpul să zacă să se odihnească,
Să facă loc morții
După sute de ani.
În pădurea magică,
La marginea Vesilahti,
Știința uitată,
Amintirea transformată într-o poveste,
Purtată spre lumina lunii,
Îngropată înainte de răsărit.
 
x 2
Cel ce trece pe lângă mormântul meu,
Oricine ar fi,
Asta trebuie să faci,
Altfel lucruri înfricoșătoare ți se vor întâmpla.
Va trebui să rupi o ramură,
Să pocnești o creangă de scoruș,
Să rupi o ramură de mesteacăn,
Să așezi o rămurică de pin pe mormânt...
 

Go higher

Versions: #2
I hid my differences so much
under airs or pretenses
I thought other dances
would hide me from people's eyes
I never followed your roads
I wanted to trace my path
 
To go higher, go higher
where you forget your memories
Go higher, go higher,
get closer to the future
 
I have lost so many times the trace
of dreams for which I lived
I did not know how to tell you I love you
only to keep you
We must also say our doubts
and put them in other hands
 
To go higher, go higher
and draw memories
Go higher, go higher
And still believe in the future
 
To go higher, go higher
And draw memories
Go higher, go higher
And still believe in the future
 
Go higher, go higher
Getting closer to the future
 

Cineva mereu pierde...

Vezi tu ..
In asta-seara eu primul pas il fac
Singuratec... al meu suflet si eu
Noi ne vom intoarce langa tine
 
Vezi tu ..
Doar o clipita eu nu pot sta
Eu te intreb daca ti-e bine si plec
Eu sunt doar un trecator
 
Eu..
Te voi reintalni in mireasma alor tale flori
Alaturi de tine viata-i plina de culoare
si gust de fericire
 
Eu...
In alb si negru zilele le vad scurgandu-se
Precum o ceata ce rateceste/pluteste pe langa lucrul
ce-l iubeste
 
Eu stiu..
In dragoste mai mereu cineva sufera/ pierde
Eu de cele mai multe ori sansa de-a castiga am avut-o
Si n-am luat in calcul ca noi am putea suferii asa de mult
 
Eu stiu..
In dragoste mai mereu cineva sufera/ pierde
Eu de cele mai multe ori sansa de-a castiga am avut-o
Eu te-am pierdut , cu toate acestea!!
 
Vezi tu ..
In asta-seara eu primul pas il fac
Nu ne vom mai ascunde,.. eu si al meu suflet
Noi de tine avem nevoie !!!
 
Vezi tu...
Eu niciodata n-as fi crezut ca acea zi va veni
Cand alaturi de tine eu ma regasesc distras
 
Eu stiu..
In dragoste mai mereu cineva sufera/ pierde
Eu de cele mai multe ori sansa de-a castiga am avut-o
Si n-am luat in calcul ca noi am putea suferii asa de mult
 
Eu stiu..
In dragoste mai mereu cineva sufera/ pierde
Eu de cele mai multe ori sansa de-a castiga am avut-o
Eu te-am pierdut , cu toate acestea!!
 
Vezi tu ..
In asta-seara eu primul pas il fac
Singuratec... al meu suflet si eu
Noi ne vom intoarce langa tine !!
 
Eu...
In alb si negru zilele le vad scurgandu-se
Precum o ceata ce rateceste/pluteste pe langa lucrul
ce-l iubeste
 
Eu stiu..
In dragoste mai mereu cineva sufera/ pierde
Eu de cele mai multe ori sansa de-a castiga am avut-o
Si n-am luat in calcul ca noi am putea suferii asa de mul
 

Self-portrait

Black girl, ghetto-dweller
On scholarship, renowned
Sambista hitting the road
She conquers the bass and the beat
 
Black chick
Misjudged by society
She faces everything and don't go quietly to fight
She sings and her effect is like capoeira
She is dance
But if things go wrong, she is a fighter
But if things go wrong, she is a fighter
 
She doesn't want to quarrel
But if she gets into it
Nothing is gonna stop her
Nothing is gonna stop her
 
Because she is me and me is we
And we are not afraid of others
Because she is me and me is we
And we are not afraid of others
 
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
 
Black girl, ghetto-dweller
On scholarship, renowned
Sambista hitting the road
She conquers the bass and the beat
 
Black chick
Misjudged by society
She faces everything and don't go quietly to fight
She sings and her effect is like capoeira
She is dance
But if things go wrong, she is a fighter
But if things go wrong, she is a fighter
 
She doesn't want to quarrel
But if she gets into it
Nothing is gonna stop her
Nothing is gonna stop her
 
Because she is me and me is we
And we are not afraid of others
Because she is me and me is we
And we are not afraid of others
 
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
 
I know exactly what I'm talking about
This song is a self-portrait
Using what I know to do
To build a statement
I sign my name on it
Turn it up
Relax, boy
Pay attention to my beat
 

Splendoare !!!

Vers 1
Tu crezi că a mea inimă o cunoști
Și probabil așa este
Așa că eu sunt mereu lângă tine
Aș putea sta cu orele cu tine
Într-o cameră goală
Niciodată plictisindu-mă
Niciodată neavând ceva de făcut
 
Pre refren
Tu ești cealaltă jumătate a mea
Tu ești ceea ce mă face să fiu EU
Ceea ce zâmbet pe buze-mi aduce
Când eu mă prăbușesc' și nu mă pot ridica, ridica, reveni înapoi
Pe 'picioare
Fără tine aici eu mă plictisesc
Ceva în tine e determinator
Mă face să fiu EU
Mă face amuzantă....
 
Refren
Tu ești o splendoare
Noi suntem o splendoare, împreună
Chiar și când 'vremea-i furtunoasă'
Tu ești o splendoare
Noi suntem o splendoare, împreună
Chiar și când 'vremea-i furtunoasă'
Noi putem găsi/vedea curcubeul
Sus pe cer
Tu ai spune'Tu nu plânge , totul va fi în regulă!!!
Asta-i lucrul cel frumos!!!!!
 
[Verse 2]
Dacă noi vreodată am intra în conflict sau ne-am certa asta ar fi rău
Fiindcă tu-mi cunoști toate secretele mele
Dar eu le știu pe toate ale tale
Orele le facem secunde impreună
Apăsarea lumii precum o pană se simte
Fiindcă noi o ținem chiar în mâinile noastre
 
Pre refren
Tu ești cealaltă jumătate a mea
Tu ești ceea ce mă face să fiu EU
Ceea ce zâmbet pe buze-mi aduce
Când eu mă prăbușesc' și nu mă pot ridica, ridica, reveni înapoi
Pe 'picioare
Fără tine aici eu mă plictisesc
Ceva în tine e determinator
Mă face să fiu EU
Mă face amuzantă....
 
Refren
Tu ești o splendoare
Noi suntem o splendoare, împreună
Chiar și când 'vremea-i furtunoasă'
Tu ești o splendoare
Noi suntem o splendoare, împreună
Chiar și când 'vremea-i furtunoasă'
 
Legatura
Tu și eu împreună
Vom uita ceea ce nouă ni s-a nspus
Vom trăi în propriul nostru vis
Tu și eu pentru eternitate
Vom uita ceea ce nouă ni s-a nspus
Vom înfrunta pe toți
 
Pre Refren :
Fără tine aici eu mă plictisesc
Ceva în tine e determinator
Mă face să fiu EU
Mă face amuzantă....
 
Refren
Tu ești o splendoare
Noi suntem o splendoare, împreună
Chiar și când 'vremea-i furtunoasă'
Asta-i lucrul cel frumos!!!!!
 

In Life, You Must Never Get Worried

- 1 -
Leaving the Trente et Quarante table
I didn't have a bean left
Of my inheritance from my aunt
Anyone else but me would have said to himself:
I'm going to blow my brains out
Kill myself with a knife
Poison myself, throw myself in the sea
You know, perfectly natural deaths
Me, wanting to finish in beauty
I killed myself repeating:
 
Chorus
In life, you mustn't get worried
I don't worry myself
These little troubles
Will pass
Everything will work itself out
I don't have the character
For getting myself all worked up
Believe me, here on earth
You must never get worried
I don't worry myself.
 
- 2 -
I come back to Paris but my lawyer
Announces: 'Your attentive father
is taking you to court...
and twenty-five louis per month of board...
and since I don't see anyone else
From whom you might inherit anything
You'll have to work, take up a profession,
That's my advice to you
I say to him 'What? You want
Me to steal the bread of a working man?'
 
After the second chorus:
In life, you mustn't get worried
I don't worry myself
I don't have the character
For getting myself all worked up
Believe me, here on earth
You must never get worried
I don't worry myself
 
~3oudicca

I don't have a car, I don't have a manor house

I don't have a car, I don't have a manor house
The only thing that I have: I have love for you
I'm not a Rothschild, I don't have blue blood
The only thing that I am: I'm good for you
I can't speak English, I can't box either
The only thing that I can do: I can't live without you
I don't have a car, I don't have a manor house
The only thing that I have: I have love for you
 

Eksassaute (1) (Jump to it)

I have studied and then I have diplomas
And then take a competitive exam, I’m a man, already more than a child.
I have grown up all the grades of the company
And I have created mine, I finally see my promised land.
I had to have more productivity,
Looking for other business, for my little activity.
I don’t cunt my hours, I roll up my sleeves.
I’m even against the opening of the churches on Sunday.
But victim of dumping, competition made in China,
Here lies (here lies), my small trampoline factory.
Now, I realize, I could have opening the eyes,
Find time and light, like Saint Teresa in Lisieux. (2)
 
Give your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second jump to it!
Your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second EKSASSAUTE!
 
It’s a consultant (girl), who meet a painter
And she slams in his ear, stories of luxury and absinthe.
He had a light complexion and painting only pastels.
She commands to him the highlighter, the déjà-vu, the false sun.
His popularity rise, she charmed the publicists.
And he is here, like a bilingual, who don’t speak of art, but numbers.
The paintbrush rebel, the creation manages,
On Earth, the time stops, on heaven the stars freeze.
Do you know (do you know), the moon influences the tides,
Creating a soul quake, who touch her, who save her.
Now, she realizes, that she could have opening the eyes,
Find time and light, like Saint Teresa in Lisieux.
 
Give your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second jump to it!
Your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second EKSASSAUTE!
 
EKSASSAUTE!
I took the microphone, then a voice, I took the scrubland (3)
And I felt a bit condensed in the Knacki package. (4)
Then, I have dressed a khaki battledress, like Tamouls and Pakis. (5)
And I saw the life of mans, yes whose are the life of mans?
Break… I was in the army, in the sand yacht,
There were beautiful and naked girl,
Fault or not fault, hold the head high,
Live before the woman with scythe.
 
EKSASSAUTE! Eksassaute, eksassaute.
EKSASSAUTE! Eksassaute, eksassaute.
And it... (explodes) (6)
 

Zi minunată

Versions: #2
Eeeei, zi minunată, eeei,
Eeeei, zi minunată.
[Backing:]
Inima este un mugur
Ce irumpe prin pământul pietros.
 
Inima este un mugur
Ce irumpe prin pământul pietros.
Nu există camere,
Sau un spațiu de închiriat în acest oraș.
 
Nu ai noroc,
Iar motivul pentru care trebuia să-ți pese e că
Traficul este blocat
Și nu poți pleca nicăieri.
 
Crezi că ai găsit un prieten
Să te scoată din locul ăsta,
Cineva cui să-i întinzi o mână,
Ca schimb pentru har.
 
Este o zi minunată,
Te simți agitată,
Este o zi minunată,
Nu o lăsa să dispară.
 
Ești pe drum,
Dar nu ai nicio destinație,
Ești în noroi,
În labirintul imaginației ei.
 
Îți place orașul ăsta și,
Chiar dacă nu sună adevărat,
Ai fost peste tot
Și a fost peste tot, peste tine.
 
Este o zi minunată,
Nu o lăsa să dispară,
Este o zi minunată,
 
Atinge-mă, acum,
Du-mă în acel loc,
Învață-mă, acum, uite,
Știu că nu sunt un caz fără speranță, da.
 
Stelele, frate,
Așteaptă aici, pe cer,
Le place să vină în mijloc,
Dar cred că aruncă în aer mintea.
Stelele, frate, așteaptă în cer,
Le place să vină în mijloc …
 
[Backing:]
Privește lumea în verde și albastru,
Privește China chiar în fața ta,
Privește canioanele sparte de nori,
Privește flotele de ton care se îndepărtează în mare,
Privește incendiile beduinului pe timp de noapte,
Privește câmpurile de petrol la răsărit
Și privește pasărea cu o frunză în gură.
După inundații, toate culorile apar.
 
[Backing:]
E …
 
A fost o zi minunată,
N-o lăsa să dispară,
Zi minunată, eeeieieie,
Atinge-mă, acum,
Du-mă în acel loc,
Învață-mă,
Știu că nu sunt un caz fără speranță,
 
Vreau ceea ce nu ai, ceea ce nu ai nevoie acum,
Ceea ce nu știi, ce poți simți cumva,
Ceea ce nu ai, ce nu ai nevoie acum,
Nu ai nevoie acum.
Zi minunată, minunată
[Backing:]
Zi minunată
 
Abbey Road
 

The Beautiful and the Ugly

A tale that truly happened a long time ago
Not friends or something else
Not something long awaited
 
Though all changes are small
The heart is thrilled, but no one's quite ready
The beautiful and the ugly
 
It makes no difference whether it surprises,
As it was once as certain
as the sunrise
 
It makes no difference whether it surprises,
As it was once as certain as the sunrise
ooh ooh oooooh ooh
 
An ancient tale, a note that is foregone
The difficulty and delight in change, try to understand
As sure as the sun (as sure as the sun) rises in the east
An ancient tale, a note that is foregone, The beautiful and the ugly
An ancient tale, a note that is foregone, The beautiful and the ugly
 

Being with you

I have a thousand stars
and the moon and the sun
and the light of your look,
and the light of your look in my heart.
I have the clouds of the sky
and the tides of the sea
and if I have your love,
and if I have your love I don't want anything else.
 
By being with you, with you, with you
suddenly I feel happy,
and when I look at you, at you, at you
I forget the world an myself,
 
how wonderful is to love you this way
by being with you, with you, with you I feel happy.
 
When the new day is snowing
I don't feel the lack of sun
and the snowflakes,
and the snowflakes look colorful.
 
When the evening ends
and everything gets cloudy
my road lights up,
my road lights up if you look at me again.
 
By being with you, with you, with you
suddenly I feel happy,
and when I look at you, at you, at you
I forget the world an myself,
 
how wonderful is to love you this way
by being with you, with you, with you I feel happy.
 
how wonderful is to love you this way
by being with you, with you, with you
by talking with you, with you, with you
by dreaming with you, with you, with you
I feel happy.
 
Happy!
 

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In this world

What can I do in this small world
I have no power, my dear heart, I can only
open my hands to you
Wait for another world next to me
What can I do in this small world
 
What could I fill into our empty life
Where can I find the color to paint everything you deserve
I will only hide the shadows when you return back
And I will describe the darkness as if it was a painting
What could I fill into our empty life
 
In this forlorn corner where we were born
Where can I find the place to build up Paradise
Which nightmares should I knock down firstly
You can only live in my body
In this forlorn corner where we were born
 
NV

Tell me the things you love

Tell me the things you love, so that i can remember them
when my heart lives with memories
come always into my dream when I'm sleeping
like butterfly with purple wings
 
Tell me the things you love, soo that i can keep them
in a dark well of my soul
whenever i look into my life
yu will be the moon into the depth of the sky
 
don't talk to me about what is gonna happen
i am fighting to kick out whatever scares me
and whatever you tell me that you love, i will keep them
and remember them with 'a wounded heart'
 
Tell me the things you love, so that i can wear them
on my chest like a holy charm
so that i will not get hurt by a stab
when loneliness finds me, i will be protected
 
don't talk to me about what is gonna happen
i am fighting to kick out whatever scares me
and whatever you tell me that you love, i will keep them
and remember them with 'a wounded heart'
 

The early bird

Listen boy that it can happen
that something in life will call you.
Love issues sometimes use to be
simple things to overcome.
That one who comes singing and goes
is so happy that he can't be happier
and if he says first
'I love you', he's winning.
 
The early bird catches the worm.
Who comes first will win.
The early bird catches the worm.
Life stuff and nothing more.
 
The gone days will never return
run to her side and make up your mind.
Love issues sometimes use to be
simple things to overcome.
Go and calm your nerves boy
that girl likes you surely
and if you say first
'I love you', you're winning.
 

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A sun of man

I dreamed that one day
would cross in my way
that man who the destiny
would take me to his love.
While dreaming I imagined him
young, strong, pretty and tall.
As there were none of them left,
as there were none of them left,
I found a baldy.
 
But that's really a man, a man
who worths at least by three.
And I bless his name, his name
and I love him the way he is.
Because he got me at his feet
because he got me at his feet
and because he's a sun of man.
In my sad nightmares
he placed peace and became the owner
of my love and its dream
of my love and its dream
that now he inspires them.
 
And that owner of my love
is you, you doctor.
And that owner of my love
is you, you, you, you, you,
you, you doctor.
 

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