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Blind-Man's Buff

Zero-zero, the stalemate doesn't shock me
If you want, I'll hide the fear without showing how I do it.
However, bitter at every sound that doesn't leave my body, that I fall asleep.
I have the face of someone who bites but I'm only the one who deserves
A prayer to lose my embarrassment
Sometime I need to set a limit on things that only wear me out.
At every face around me that stares at me so I can't see
That it has faith in something perfect that I don't know how to do
And I know about a hundred
Maybe I won't show up today
I want to be alone
Sulking in my corner and warming up my voice
 
I know its easy to set things up for a girl who's well-behaved
But also, it's easier to smile than to spit
Thoughts running wild
And look who is hungry for honesty, at least I didn't spin you around
And I won't play Blind-Man's Buff with you again
 
I never know why I mistreat it, it's an crime that, if nobody looks will harden like cement
To every face around me I'm just going to tell you that I can't do any more...
I want to muffle my sound, confine myself to tuning up in silence
 
I know it's easy to set things up for a girl who's smart
But still, running to you is part of investing in the right person
And look who's coming to stay, at least I didn't leave open
My door to see how much time is left for whoever is coming
My door open to see how much time is left
 
I know its easy to set things up for a girl who's well-behaved
But also, it's easier to smile than to spit
Thoughts running wild
And look who is hungry for honesty, at least I didn't spin you around
And I won't play Blind-Man's Buff with you again
And I won't play Blind-Man's Buff again
And I won't play Blind-Man's Buff again
And I won't play Blind-Man's Buff again
And I won't play Blind-Man's Buff again
 

The Flower of My Two Eyes

You look, and I've come
If my tongue stops talking, and if my hands come untouchable
Know that I arrived so
My heart avoids, my eye twitches
 
As if I'm silent so
If the flowers that you have are clean as well
And if the day is at the darkest moment
Know that I regained
 
I kiss you on your haughty eyes
I hug, the flower of my two eyes
I'm begging you, take care of you well
I greet with longing
 
A thousand ways, a thousand longing between...
My eyes are sighed for your eyes
Your skin is far away from my skin
I can't know how are you now
 
My dear, I know it's difficult
Don't be sad, make uour rose faded
How can I tell my bother to you
I wish you know how love I do
 
To your hairs that seem on your scarf
To the hazel color in your eyes
I can be a victim for your tears
Don't throw me to the ember fire
 
It's going difficult during evenings
I don't know how does this longing end
I wait for your ways
My devoted life waits for you
 
Maybe you're so far away
Maybe you're close that much, actually
You're in my heart, I mean you're in the deep
Autumn time is worry about standing with flower
 
Please don't use my translations unless my permit. If you see a mistake about the translation, let me know.

Lütfen çevirilerimi izinsiz kullanmayın. Çeviride hata görürseniz söyleyebilirsiniz.

Witkacy's auto-portrait

I look at the world – one of habits
so far away from the narcotics
I have the red eyes of experimental rabbits
 
I'm sat up from the tables
so not from pangs
I have the Mongolian lips clenched hungrily
 
I listen to words, not the sounds
So not from bloated thoughts
I have the ears of naïve collaborators
 
I keep smelling bastards
so not for tale's colours
I have the typical nose's shape of victimised Semites
 
I see the form of things in their being existential
and that makes me great as well as singular
in contrast to you, my lordships, who must forgive me but
you are an idiot verse's facsimile copied over and over
 
I have a neck quite stiff
's why I still live
that politics is hogwash in a dish of crystal
 
I have a mind as tough as elbows
so don't kick me, lords
that revolution, for me, is red nails
 
Responsive as a membrane
therefore in the morn and eve
I tremble like the spleen – ripped out of an eel
 
I fear the world's doom
so to lift the mood
I scream! Like a child in a completely dark room
 
I, more than any of you, choke and suffocate
I, more than any of you, don’t wanna live but must
But I am untouchable and that is why
when the time comes I will deprive the world of
Witkacy
 

All Ships Will Return Home Today

Believe it or not, I heard good news yesterday
That is, to stop seeing and thinking only about death
The birds sang about it to me, the ocean sang it to me*
That it looks like all the ships will return home today!
 
Play the trumpets and the drums!
They lied that life is a holiday, no life is a struggle
Let the tables break and the wine flow like a river!
It looks like all the ships will return home today!
 
I saw how firey the sky was burning
as death danced on a pale horse
and the sheeps singing hosanna to the executioner
 
As quickly as the ships sink
Like the souls of the people drifting from Earth**
I saw all this and no longer want to look
 
I want to forget the days that we didn’t tell the children about it
The gunpowder in my heart burned because I did not want to shoot anymore
Maybe I’ll even believe in the power of light again
If maybe all the sailors come home alive
 
You fall knowing that a friend will reach out
Any straight line can be closed in a circle
A circle is a circle, one side or another.
Well then, that means all ships will return home today.***
 
Play the trumpets and the drums!
They lied that life is a holiday, no life is a struggle
Let the tables break and the wine flow like a river!
If all ships return home today
I know that all the ships would return home today
I hope that all the ships will return home today
 

I Won't Love Anymore

I'm not going back to you
I'm not going back to you
 
I won't love anymore
It's all my fault
No matter how much you cry
No matter how much you beg
I'm not going back to you
 
End this ordeal anymore
I can't take knowingly
Tell me what you say
This life doesn't pass
I'm not going back to you
 
You broke my hopes
You destroyed my dreams
You took my curse, my curse
Now you're alone
 
End this ordeal anymore
I can't take knowingly
Tell me what you say
This life doesn't pass
I'm not going back to you
 

All in

Versions: #2
All in
 
1
 
Hundreds of generations and we are all still cherry picking our dreams
Hundreds of generations and we are all still love and still fight
Everyone is born with the dream to reach for the stars
Throughout the generations, you and I as always
 
Chorus
 
When we go after our dream, when we set our mind on it
We go all in, it worth each fight and it worth each courtesy
When we go after our dream, when we go after our love
We go all in, it worth each fight, it worth each word
 
2
 
It’s naïve of you to think that someone would give up the fight.
It’s naïve of you to think that someone will selflessly grant you a happy future.
Just remember, that someone next to you in the same battle will go all in
Someone will go all in for the same dream, for the same vision.
 
Chorus
 
3
 
Perhaps you wanted to be different
Perhaps you just wanted to be as free as a bird
You know that you always have an opportunity to be who you want to be
The only question is: are you willing to do what it takes to get there?
 
We go all in, it worth every minute, it worth every tear
Reach for the stars, reach for the stars
 
Chorus
 

Capul nostru matiz

[Intro]
Yeah
Capul nostru matiz, ah
 
[Hook]
Ne plimbăm pe străzii
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Tăiem muzica de la urechii
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz(matiz, huu!)
De sute de anii zdrobim
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, hadi!)
Deschide-ți acea voce de rahat moruk
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz(matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, huu!)
 
[Verse 1]
Para-paranoia mea, cred că o urmăresc (este cineva?)
În corpul meu autocontrol nu am un sistem (nu pot)
Poate fi dar nu vreau să fie bine (ha! nu vreau)
Ceea ce beau mă face să mă simt invincibil (hu! mă simt invincibil)
Eu sunt invincibil,când termin muzica gemi în fiecare loc (fiecare loc!)
Acum cu siguranță sunt în locul în care vreau să fiu (locul meu)
Sau fiecare să fie ce vrea să fie moruk, eu sunt invincibil
Dacă mănâncă să vină și să încerce
Îmi pleacă plăcerea, nimeni să nu-mi spună 'ești foarte bine'
Să nu spună moruk! Ce să spună moruk?
Să spună 'Hey Ceg, ești ca rahat-ul!' (ești ca rahat-ul!)
Optimismul meu îmi dă un efect invers (optimismul meu)
Munca voastră puterea răscoalei, rău (răscoală rău)
Într-o zi acești bani îi voi da dracu ia corvoada (ia corvoada)
Amicul meu a făcut-o, a dat-o, a spus că: 'Ia-ți o respirație .' (ia-ți o respirație)
A spus că: 'Cum?' Am spus că: 'Hmm interesant.'
 
[Hook]
Ne plimbăm pe străzii
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Tăiem muzica de la urechii
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz(matiz, huu!)
De sute de anii zdrobim
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, hadi!)
Deschide-ți acea voce de rahat moruk
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz(matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, huu!)
 
[Verse 2]
Nu pot spune dimensiunea urii mele
Nu am terminat ultima aruncare track coaie(nu, nu!)
Este nevoie să fi ambiguu* moruk probabil
Am refuzat să vorbesc la înmormântarea tatălui meu
(Bu-bu-bu-bu) Acesta este Muhammed Ali al meu am croșetat
Mă întorc cu teme am încercat foarte mult, desigur profesore( desigur profesore)
Mâine predau sacul trei tuburi măcar proiectul meu (măcar proiectul meu)
Acesta este atât economic, cât și supradoză de halucinogen (halucinogen)
De la liceu m-am obișnuit cu această liniște
Viața este un lipici care îți rupe legăturile
Porumbelul războiului sau pacea sabiei
Viața este ironică moruk, chiar îți complică capul
Această, poveste a nostră cu matiz-ul era mai mult decât în cap (decât în cap)
Locul unde am crescut a fost capul muntelui nedrept(capul muntelui)
Și tatăl meu era cel mai bețiv din cartier (cel mai bețiv)
Dar dezavantajul este avantajul unui rap-er
 
[Hook]
Ne plimbăm pe străzii
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Tăiem muzica de la urechii
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz(matiz, huu!)
De sute de anii zdrobim
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, hadi!)
Deschide-ți acea voce de rahat moruk
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz(matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, huu!)
 
[Outro]
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, yeah)
Capul nostru matiz (matiz, huu!)
 
Ege Kökenli

Why are you so serious?

Come on! We are with you for a long time here.
Always know your route.
And let it be too late for us to break.
Come on! Are you so serious?
 
The strength is that we are one with you,
And we can not win!
The power is that we are with you,
And we can not win!
 
I am at home behind a stone wall.
Tricolor - strength, proud of my country.
I can leave the border, purely on the weekend,
I would take with him Leps, but he is not visiting.
South of Russia on the buzz, by the way.
And kebab under brandy - very tasty.
'Salute to all the boys!', - I shout that there is urine.
In the summer of the whole crowd, we will rock Sochi.
 
Spitting on sanctions, we live normally.
Well, no Parmesan, not at all criminal.
And the fact that there is now turning up the nose Europe:
Hedgehog does not scare naked (oh ...)
Che, live fun, do not ride cotton wool.
Housing and communal services in order, we pay for wages.
All these rumors about the crisis - I beg you, leave!
Put a visa soon and fly to visit!
 
Come on! We are with you for a long time here.
Always know your route.
And let it be too late for us to break.
Come on! Are you so serious?
 
The strength is that we are one with you,
And we can not win!
The power is that we are with you,
And we can not win!
 
Hospitable land, bread, and salt to the wounds.
The pain does not drown, do you hear the glasses tinkling?
You want to save your soul - talk to your doctor.
Save yourself in the morning just thick soup.
Mind Russia does not understand - this is a question.
Who is the main politician - is responsible Forbes.
And while boiling on the Hudson kettle -
Will drink in the Kremlin strong tea chief.
 
Deaf Siberian forest, quiet there inside.
It is better not to go here, do not wake the bear.
Better stay out of trouble.
You're not from here, boy, pass by.
Deaf Siberian forest, quiet there inside.
It is better not to go here, do not wake the bear.
Better go back before it's too late
Hey, are you so serious?
 
Oh, mom, already other times.
And ma, the whole country is with you.
Let our stars shine brighter.
Bro, why are you so serious?
 
The strength is that we are one with you,
And we can not win!
The power is that we are with you,
And we can not win!
 
But if the bear wakes up,
Under it, the whole forest will fall.
But if you are not friends with him,
No need to climb, no need to climb!
 
The strength is that we are one with you,
And we can not win!
The power is that we are with you,
And we can not win!
 

I want to be a stoker

I'm sick of work
Going at work every day at nine.
I found a solution:
I want to be a stoker
And work once in three days.
 
This song is stoker's rock
This song is stoker's rock
This song is stoker's rock
This song is stoker's rock
 

It's nothing personal

A molten evening falls upon the city.
There is less and less of you remaining in my heart.
And the minutes are gradually pulling us apart.
To them I fall asleep in the night, and in the morning...
 
I've got a lot of other things to worry about.
Someone will tell me hot news.
And in the fuss of insignificant troubles
You'll maybe simply melt away some day.
 
Refrain:
It's life, it's how it is, it's nothing personal.
I wish you all the best!
It's life, it's how it is, it's nothing personal.
I wish you all the best!
 
Shows on air and brainstorms,
They move you aside, making you just a reminiscence.1
And our emotions started to flow slowly,
Like captions below a psychologic movie.
 
A common story with complicated ending,
But yet there is still something left between us.
Even though we both flip hours like pages,
Erasing each other, erasing the memory of our faces.
 
Refrain:
It's life, it's how it is, it's nothing personal.
I wish you all the best!
It's life, it's how it is, it's nothing personal.
I wish you all the best!
 
A common story with complicated ending,
But yet there is still something left between us.
Even though we both flip hours like pages,
Erasing each other, erasing the memory of our faces.
 
Refrain: [x2]
It's life, it's how it is, it's nothing personal.
I wish you all the best!
It's life, it's how it is, it's nothing personal.
I wish you all the best!
 

• 1. I'm not sure if I understood these lines right. They sound to me like some professional slang. Literally it is 'Straight storylines, a switching on of conciousness, are splitting you into reminiscences.'

Just a writer

[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Verse 1]
I wasn't born to do great things
What am I warring with, f*ck, the leader or the dissident?
And how I stupidly found myself with this constant thing
In the middle of life in the forest within the twilight
I barely wear a cross for I am not Jesus
Who and to where will I ever lead? I'm lost myself.
They ask who have I become? What am I fighting for? Where's the way
Eat your fill, thanks to god, let me support you
Give me credit, don't get worked up and don't worry
Who sticks out? Don't teach me how to live! Little by little
Dolce Vita, Chic or Kitsch - it's all too much
Rich men: Givenchy, Jimmy- Jimmy Choo
Judging by their eyes, everyone is really cheered up
The jaw here and there, frozen gums
Honestly guys, I myself don't even know who I've become
I'm just a writer, my job is to write - not f*ck around!
 
[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Verse 2]
I won't start a fight with evil
All the rebels here are as doomed as Absalom
I'm all for good, but I write books and as for the rest:
Yes burn in the blue fire! I don't give a f'ck!
Hiding from my issues and where do I go to make trouble?
I'm the city with no rights here myself - good for me
I'm not a rich kid from here. I naturally see the bigotry of a despot.
Who has an honest offshore here?
Well, if you find a corner - don't shit where you live
Your conversations about the trumpets are f*cked up
I haven't kissed any b*tch's ass - my conscience is clear
The rest is society's problem - Listen, why'd you do that?
They already rubbed me about Olympus and shame
The party isn't a convent, take off your halo and cool off
We have a banquet while it's noisy, are the nymph's eyes empty?
But then again our nymphs are young, yours are like Windows 3
Doesn't f*ck around!
 
[Chorus]
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
The city dwellers don't care who's the captain taking control
God forbid give me woe from wit!
If authority just clowns around, fighting it is a waste of time.
Why must I go to the Kalashniy Row* then?
I don't need to fool myself for an electorate of sheep
A game with no rules - I'm outside of it
I have a head of full of fog and my calling to is get paper dirty
I'm all for myself and it won't f*ck with me!
 
[Outro]
Understand that it won't f*ck me up
What do you have? A strong world here? A politician?
Hello! I'm a writer. The role of the savior isn't mine.
Look how not even the grief gets to me.
Time to go home, this party's ruined - some drank too much and is vomiting
I come out onto the square, lights, but we're not in New York. Given that the car is roaring
I almost sit in a taxi, but I suddenly see her..
 

A Brick in the Wall

Do you know what does this teddy bear do?
He answers the life needs of the whole society
This is the teddy bear on a scale of our possibilities
 
Hey teachers, f*** off
Form a double line, f***ing ABC
The earth is round and there are two goals
Bullshit, I feel like vomiting
 
Hey teachers, f*** off
Form a double line, f***ing ABC
The earth is round and there are two goals
Bullshit, I feel like vomiting
 
Sic on the enemy, raise prayers to the God
You need to love and respect your motherland
Cultivate the fear, earn and show off
Spend money, control stupid emotions
Impress, import, implode
Intern the chillout the same way as Wałęsa was interned
Take photos of your snout wherever you can
La la la la la la la la
You need to earn, you need to do sports
You musn't talk during lessons, you need to confess
You need to lead your thoughts into the right direction
And you musn't prompt
You need to have a car, two cars, three cars
You need to breed pigs, cats, dogs
Build houses, fallout shelters
Tell me darling, why am I pissed?
 
Hey teachers, f*** off
Form a double line, f***ing ABC
The earth is round and there are two goals
Bullshit, I feel like vomiting
 
Hey teachers, f*** off
Form a double line, f***ing ABC
The earth is round and there are two goals
Bullshit, I feel like vomiting
 
You f***cking need to do your best
You need to do your best in your life
Because nothing comes without effort, you know what I mean
You better tell me what befits, what doesn't befit
You don't want to - it's ok, you prefer a test instead of words
And seemingly not, if not, they would climb down from the trees*
Mum used to tell you, Truman's mate used to tell you
The only safe norm is the accepted one
Look: it's the cows grazing, not a herd of pork chops
Enough tablets, tables, tablet computers
Enough prospects for the wasted today
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you a bear**
 
The bear suitable for our needs and possibilities
The bear that seemingly misses normality
Today, when there is a chase on the streets and in our heads
The bear that plunges into the subconsciousness
 
The bear suitable for our needs and possibilities
The bear that seemingly misses normality
Today, when there is a chase on the streets and in our heads
The bear that plunges into the subconsciousness
 
Hey teachers, f*** off
Form a double line, f***ing ABC
The earth is round and there are two goals
Bullshit, I feel like vomiting
 
Hey teachers, f*** off
Form a double line, f***ing ABC
The earth is round and there are two goals
Bullshit, I feel like vomiting
 
ABC...
It is the education not a constant animal training
ABC
I dreamed of a big river, big river full of milk
I dreamed of many rivers, many rivers full of milk
I dreamed of a big river, big river full of milk
I dreamed of many rivers, many rivers full of 'milks', so I said
We don't want your pseudo-applications, your brains of control
We don't need you sarcasm in front of the whole class
You can fuck off
 

From what?

What are, what are, what are
Our boys made of?1
Our boys are made from:
Knifes and brass knuckles, sawed-off shotguns and pistols!
 
What are, what are, what are
Our girls made of?
Our girls are made from:
Syphilises and brassieres, beauty, and blow job!
 
What is, what is, what is
'Sektor Gaza' band made of?
Sektor Gaza' band is made from:
Syringes, drugs, marijuana, bottles of vodka and grasses!
 

• 1. This song is a parody of Soviet children song 'Neposedyi - Iz chevo zhe sdelany nashyi mal'chishki' (Eng. 'What what are our boys made of?')

Don't say anything

I’ll leave and I won’t return, I’ll leave, and don’t you wait for me,
I’ll leave and I won’t be waiting, until the rains have stopped.
I’ll leave and I’ll forget everything, I’ll leave without remembering you,
I’ll leave and I won’t be sorry that you forgot about me.
 
I’ll leave, and we’ll be quid-pro-quo, I’ll leave, and don’t you look at me.
I’ll leave and the cards are dealt and beat, don’t say anything to me.
Don’t say anything, this is what burns inside me,
Don’t look at me in the eyes, and don’t say anything to me.
 
I’ll leave and I won’t return, I’ll leave, and don’t you wait for me,
I’ll leave and I won’t be waiting until the rains have stopped.
Don’t say anything, this is what burns inside me,
Don’t look at me in the eyes, and don’t say anything to me.
 
Don’t say anything, this is what burns inside me,
Don’t look at me in the eyes, and don’t say anything to me.
Don’t say anything, this is what burns inside me,
Don’t look at me in the eyes, and don’t say anything to me.
 

Flowers of mold !

Is about prisons, cells, old people hospices, mental asylums..
God, where have i been till' now, i must say the truth about
the sorrows of the Romanian Nation!!
Is about them kids , the Down syndrome and the 'angels yah !!
That a a life spent it in a chair', at birthday party they don't have a clown
At the Obregia too many narcoman kids ..
Psychologists dries out parents of money
And from 'the coma' if the kid goes surviving, without 'machines they
won't know
Till than the cardiac muscle must beat
Life is important, them drogs are plain suicide !
See it , how a prostitute can grow a girl
And an poor orphan to become the best father !!
It's about Flowers of mold'
About all the poors of the Lord that are going into heaven !!
 
Chorus :
Around you, ya gonna see only flowers of mold
That are crawling on the earth to reach in heaven
No one born a saint wasn't, here that's how it goes !!!!
The price is high , so either ya succed or ya don't succed !!x2
 
Nowhere isn't written, that life is sweet!
Life's takin' ya upon wings of angels , fallen walking by
On the road towards the cross
And your heart cries out, when ya see around you so much pain ...
'Cause you'd like to make more for them, and it isn't in your power!
God the society is asleep, seems like is on sleeping pills'
In conditions more and more severe, 'heavy chans' that leaves 'marks'
And condemned souls are fading with the light in their eyes
Is not a newscast,....this is the cruel reality , i can't ignore it, ya feel me!?
Ya know that today goes by, tomorrow isn't sure
But there's no way for i to forget the sad past
The victims of the Communist regime...
The Pitesti phenomeno, the Romanian important peeps sentenced
With no excuse ..priests and scribes that have faded inside a gutter
And the leaderships sells slogans about fairness
Humanity...while ya realise that from among all the rights
They let you only the right to DIE
Bro' It's about Flowers of mold'
About all the poors of the Lord that are going into heaven !!
 
Chorus :
Around you, ya gonna see only flowers of mold
That are crawling on the earth to reach in heaven
No one born a saint wasn't, here that's how it goes !!!!
The price is high , so either ya succed or ya don't succed !!x2
 
It goes for the HIV peeps, the diabetics, the epileptics
The kids with syphilis , abandonned by them DR's
The orphans that wash windshields among the intersections
They don't have time for lessons, don't emit either any pretensions
Of a school or a normal development
KNow nothing on the social integration or any moral value
There are so many dramas, so many mothers of kids that
donated organs
But praise to You Lord ...
Although i'm seeing old people inside asylums
In dirty, cold and others hostile conditions
Some ... still are praising You 'cause you give them so many days
It goes for kids stucked in wheelchairs
Driven at the edge of their society
Prey of the ignorance of the others and less of their disability
Happy being despite their health state !
It goes for those that endure with dignity the abuse of the authorities!
'Cause Jesus had endure without a say, but obeyed
He said that the suffering is glory up there ..
And is like that !!
I'm reaping lots of flowers of molds' for all the the poors of the Lord
That are going into heaven !!
 
Chorus :
Around you, ya gonna see only flowers of mold
That are crawling on the earth to reach in heaven
No one born a saint wasn't, here that's how it goes !!!!
The price is high , so either ya succed or ya don't succed !!x2
 

This is what makes you mad.

Ha!
 
Monatik:
Wait, why is it so?
Shh-sh-sh ... shut up, do not want to miss the beginning.
Catch the melody the way I catch it.
So, as I love, it's as if:
 
Why are you with the eyes of ben-pa-ben.
Running laziness away, pumping out that there is urine at night.
Or in the daytime, if you want - we'll come
Closer to the center, all the views will be taken.
 
You do not call yourself in hand, bitch-bitch.
You will know me. How to be lucky, quiet brothers, without a fight - Only tanchiki-dance.
 
Chorus
Now, let's dance! What embarrasses you?
Let's dance! Do not stand there in vain.
Now, let's dance! What embarrasses you?
Let's dance! Do not stand there in vain.
 
This is what makes you crazy.
In a good way, do not pick on words.
Yes, medicine is right. This is something that does not hurt your head.
 
Second Verse: MONATIK:
So go out and light it up.
So that they want to be you all.
Chsh-sh-sh! Show them skill, pick your head.
Tear off your ovations, tear them in half.
 
In this business, you're just a monster.
In this case, all movements are simply cosmos.
Just space and temperature rise.
 
Chorus:
Now, let's dance! What embarrasses you?
Let's dance! Do not stand there in vain.
Now, let's dance! What embarrasses you?
Let's dance! Do not stand there in vain.
 
This is what makes you mad.
 
Monatik:
It's your part, you wanted it so bad.
(That's right, like that, like this.)
Let the best parts of the body work.
(Like this! More often!)
 
It's your part, you wanted it so bad.
Come on!
Let the best parts of the body work.
More often! More often!
 
This is what makes you mad.
(More often!)
 

What are little boys made of?

What, what, what
Are little boys made of?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la...
Of freckles and firecrackers,
Rulers and batteries.
That's what little boys are made of!
That's what little boys are made of!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la...
 
What, what, what
Are little girls made of?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la...
Of flowers and bells,
Notebooks and glances
That's what little girls are made of!
That's what little girls are made of!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la...
 
What, what, what
Are little boys made of?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la...
Of springs and pictures,
Glasses and blotting paper.
That's what little boys are made of!
That's what little boys are made of!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la...
 
What, what, what
Are little girls made of?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la...
Of tangles and kerchiefs,
Riddles and jellybeans
That's what little girls are made of!
That's what little girls are made of!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la...
 

Licurici

Mi-au sfâșiat sufletul, cine știe de câte ori...
N-am dreptul să mă plâng.
Am făcut-o cu bună știință.
Poate că m-am hrănit cu durerea iubirii.
Altfel, nu s-ar fi terminat, toată veselia nepăsătoare...
E rândul tău. hai, supără-mă!
Toamna o să mă distrugă oare?
Nopțile și zilele ei...
N-am suferit din dragoste?
Acum am nevoie de o melodie tristă
Dacă nu, mă voi simți rău din nou.
Cei care au plecat sunt licurici.
Arzi, licurici, cântă-ți cântecul
De câte ori poate o persoană să reușească în timp ce arde în foc?
Odată cu trecerea timpului, nu contează dacă este vorba despre a treia sau a cincea rănire.
Ne cerem scuze
Nici pedeapsa inimii, nici mânia sa nu se sfârșește.
Zboară, zboară și cade în inimă.
E rândul tău. hai, supără-mă!
Toamna o să mă distrugă oare?
Nopțile și zilele ei...
N-am suferit din dragoste?
Acum am nevoie de o melodie tristă
Dacă nu, mă voi simți rău din nou.
Cei care au plecat sunt licurici.
Arzi, licurici, cântă-ți cântecul
 

From Nothing God Created Earth...

From nothing God created Earth.
An artist, learn from Him, His dearth, -
And if your talent is a sand grain,
Produce a miracle with it,
Grow endless forests with your wit,
And like a fairy bird through hard rain
Soar high to heavens brightly lit,
Where free heat lightning glows without rein,
Where timeless flow of cloudy tides
Runs through light blue abyss divides.
 
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We will perish

Versions: #1#2#3
No avail, it is sadly impossible to live with or without you.
Just no reason, it is impossible to be together or seperate.
Our wish was not to be happy with dreams or with hopes.
Blame is neither on you nor on me, now I am without you, and you without me.
 
A moment when it is all ashes,
When our hearts are at rest,
When we find solace in other loves,
That is the day we will think.
 
An emptiness will be so all around us that it will never end.
Everything will suddenly appear meaningless. That is the day we will perish.
 

De ce? (Sunt trist...)

Sunt trist, fiindcă te iubesc
Și știu: tinerețea ta înfloritoare
Gonirea perfidă a zvonurilor n-o va îndura.
Pentru fiecare zi însorită ori clipă dulce
Vei plăti sorții cu lacrimi și tristețe.
Sunt trist... pentru că ești veselă.
 
© Sosnin Vladimir