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Așa este menit

Stând aici
Am realizat
Suntem fix la fel
'Cercăm a da istoriei țel
 
Dar cin' să-mpartă
În bine și rău?
Când garda ți-e jos
Putem cădea de-acord
 
Că violența naște violență
Dar pân' la urmă așa este menit
 
Mi-am ales cărarea
Tu-ți urmezi vexarea
Dar poate suntem la fel
 
Lumea s-a schimbat
Mulți s-au înșelat
Dar nimeni nu-i vinovat
 
Și totuși privind acest tărâm dezolat
Presimt o renaștere
Sub nisipul însângerat
Sub nisipul însângerat
 

Out of the window

Versions: #1
Out of window there is
a bloom of apricot 1
and warmth of
the single bloom
 
Out of window there are
lush green leaves to my eyes,
voice of lesser cuckoo 2
and ah, first bonito of the season 3
 
Out of window there is
crisp autumn breeze
circling around mountains
and hear a voice of a temple bell 4
 
How long is
remaining life?
This night is fleeting
life is short
 
Out of window there is
snow chilling my house
I just lie in bed, imagining it
just imagining 5
 
Out of window there is
a joyous flower of roof iris 6
that blooms white
in this spring evening
 

• 1. Usually blooms in the end of winter and annonces the arrival of spring
• 2. Cuculus poliocephalus, its voice announces the arrival of summer
• 3. In Japanese culture, not only bonito, the first harvest of fish or vegetable is believed to bring good luck and health. First bonito appears in early summer.
• 4. gigantic bells usually placed at Buddhism temples
• 5. Shiki Masaoka, original auther, made this line while he's ill in bed. With unusual snowfall in Tokyo, he could not go out to see snow and just imagine or think of snow with what is seen from window.
• 6. Iris tectorum. Japanese traditional name ichihatsu reads 'ichi'=one,first and 'hatsu'=for the first time. Because it blooms earliest among other species of iris.

Sunt un tip

Îi urăsc pe băieții ăștia din era nouă
Sunt un șovinist
Trăiesc pe bere și plăcinte
Am încercat să-ți spun
Dar tu te uiți la mine de parcă aș putea fi un înger pe dedesupt
Ha! nu m-am spălat pe dinți
 
Ieri te-am mințit
Dar prietenii mei mi-au dat un alibi destul de bun
Mersi băieți
(N-ai pentru ce, frate)
De fapt am fost la băut
Ți-am zis că am fost la muncă
Nu-mi cere să mă implic
Că e ceva de care mă voi eschiva
 
Sunt un tip, sunt un țăran
Și îmi plac balcoanele tale
Lucrez cu ziua
Și-mi fut toți banii, mă piș pe ei
Mă uit la fotbal, la TV
Doar dă-mi de băut
Doar toarnă-mi berea, dă-mi țigările și du-te
Sau ia-mă așa cum sunt
Ceea ce înseamnă că s-ar putea să trebuiască să-mi mai aduci o cutie
Fii sigură că dacă mă apuc să-ți fac micul dejun
E deja ceva prea mult pentru mine
Dar mâine mă-mbăt prăpăd
Și astăzi nu va mai însemna nimic
 
Sunt un tip, un bagabont
Și numele prietenului meu cel mai bun e Robbo
Winfield sunt țigările mele
Mă îmbrac în flaneletă
Un maiou sport, de culoare-albastră
Pune și câteva tatuaje în amestec
Știi că nu m-ai vrea în niciun alt fel
Când crezi că m-ai aflat cu totul
Se schimbă sezonul deja
(De la fotbal la crichet)
Eu cred că-i fain când mă comport ca un prostănac
Și prietenii mei încearcă să mă bărbierească
 
Sunt un tip, sunt un țăran
Și îmi plac balcoanele tale
Lucrez cu ziua
Și-mi fut toți banii, mă piș pe ei
Mă uit la fotbal, la TV
Doar dă-mi de băut
Doar toarnă-mi berea, dă-mi țigările și du-te
Sunt un tip, un bagabont
Și numele prietenului meu cel mai bun e Robbo
Winfield sunt țigările mele
Mă îmbrac în flaneletă
Un maiou sport, de culoare-albastră
Pune și câteva tatuaje în amestec
Știi că nu m-ai vrea în niciun alt fel
 

The lost paradises

Versions: #1
In my pink silk jacket
I wander feeling dull
The dusk is majestic... but
 
Maybe one day you would
Find with me
These lost paradises
 
Dandy, a little damned, a little aged
In this collapsing luxury
Do you remember when I sang
In London's cellars
Drowned in the fog
This sophisticated rock
Every night you would stay there
 
Maybe one day you would
Find with me
These lost paradises
 
Bandit, a little damned, a little aged
The musicians are now wrinkled
On this keyboard that turned yellow
I try to remember once again the chords of
This sophisticated rock
That astonished even the English
 
Maybe one day you would
Find with me
These lost paradises
 

My Inner Voice

I wake up every day, look at myself in the mirror
Thinking, 'You're so hot, Chris'
I take a selfie without a filter, hashtagging
'Oh my God, I woke up like this'
 
I look myself up on Google and on YouTube
And I watch the very best clips
Nothing gets me in as good a mood as me
Dammit, I'm actually an amazing dancer
 
The few times when I have a day off
I'm a man of charity
Parents say I'm curing their children
I say, 'But I'm just doing my best'
 
I'd have put it on Story
For my 581,000 fans
But personally, I think it easily becomes tasteless
When you show off on Instagram
 
You shouldn't compare your own life with mine at all
'Cause then it's very easy to feel so bad
'Cause I've got it all
You've got none of it
It's really not that hard to understand
If my life was like yours, I'd also feel awful
 
I'm also in top three of football, tennis, ping pong, padel, squash, and badminton
I know it's hard to believe
But I'm actually not doing my best, that's my only bad habit
I lower my skill level to match that of other people
 
It's cold being on the top of the world, being a winner isn't easy
This is fucking hard to say
But sometimes, I don't carry a tune
To seem a bit more human
 
Don't compare yourself to anyone else
And remember, there's only one of you
And no one else in this world could do it better
Mmm, well, perhaps aside from me
 
You shouldn't compare your own life with mine at all
'Cause then it's very easy to feel so bad
'Cause I've got it all
You've got none of it
It's really not that hard to understand
If my life was like yours, I'd also feel awful
 
If your inner voice says you're a loser
Then you can listen to mine
'Cause it says you're pretty funny
Screw the Law of Jante, and
You can learn the things you're not good at
It says you're awesome exactly the way you are
 

Gândeşte-te la Laura

Din când în când
aş vedea-o zâmbind
şi mi-ar face ziua într-un mare fel...
O fată cu aşa ochi
ar privi prin minciuni
şi-ar vedea ce spune inima ta.
 
Gândeşte-te la Laura, dar râzi, nu plânge
Ştiu că aşa ar vrea ea
Când te gândeşti la Laura, râzi, nu plânge
Ştiu că aşa ar vrea ea...
 
Prietena unui prieten
Prietenă până la final
Ăsta-i genul de fată care era ea.
Dispărută atât de tânără
Dispărută fără un semn...
 
Te ştiu şi eşti aici
în fiecare zi ce-o trăim
O ştiu şi e-aici
O pot simţi când cânt...
 
Hey, Laura, unde eşti acum?
Eşti oare departe de mine
N-aş crede
Cred că eşti aici
luându-ne lacrimile...
 

Nature

Versions: #2
It isn’t a matter of good images,
nor to show oneself with one's good looking.
The time for great speeches is over (no)
Nor political cants which turn around.
It’s a matter of respect,
for what we do now.
 
Because our future depends on our nature
And on what will be left behind us.
There is only one life to live and one nature.
I would like to leave without regret behind me.
 
It’s not a question of zeal,
nor to drive out the naturalness.
Man is a wild animal
(hummm)
Who isn’t made for cages.
It’s a question of being 6 (six) billion
under the same roof, the same pond.
 
Because our future depends on our nature
And on what will be left behind us.
There is only one life to live and one nature.
I would like to leave without regret behind me.
 
If I want to look at myself in a miror
And in the look of my children (no)
If one day I want to tell them directly
what we did, and what awaits them.
 
Because our future depends on our nature
And on what will be left behind us
There is only one life to live and one nature.
I would like to leave without regret behind me.
(I would like to go)
Because our future depends on our nature
(Without regret behind me)
And on what will be left behind us (oh, being able to leave)
I would like to leave without any regret behind me
(Oh, without any regret behind me)
I would like to leave without any regret behind me
 

After you

The pictures, the frames
Yet are here
Remains of glory
 
Painful joy
Emptied of history
Once open a time
A He, and a She
And she flew away
 
I go as a tighrope walker
On a wire of glass
All of my clocks
Turn backwords
I accumulate hours
Between you and me
Rubages of resentment and dread
 
It should be laughed about
It's so commun
Melo-drama
With two bullets
I know there is worse
I know the hospital
But can i at least say
That it hurts me
 
And here what do i do
After you
My dreams are ampty
All i make are wrong steps
what am i doing
Down here
Beautiful memories burn me of cold
Without you what am i good for
 
Colorless streets
The world is mourning
So ampty and so lonely
And yet so full of you
Convicted
You You go to hell
To me the paths of Cross
 
Why not smile
Nothing more normal
Mélo-drama
With 2 bullets
I know there is much worse
The caoital punishment
But i can tell you
That it hurts
 
And here what do i do
After you
My dreams are ampty
All i make are wrong steps
what am i doing
Down here
Beautiful memories burn me of cold
Without you what am i good for
 
And here what do i do
With my steps
All the streets lead to dead ends
And what do i hear, without your voice
Without your words, your laughs, your songs, your splinters
What is all of this for
Without you
 

The Storm Driven Sea

The Storm Driven Sea
The Storm Driven Sea
The Storm Driven Sea
Seeks Heaven Itself
Heaven
The Storm Driven Sea
The Storm Driven Sea
Seeks Heaven Itself
Seeks Heaven Itself
The Storm Driven Sea
The Storm Driven Sea
Seeks Heaven Itself
Seeks Heaven Itself
Over The Earth It Flows
The Air Grows Sterile
Then Follows The Snows
Over The Earth It Flows
The Air Grows Sterile
Then Follows The Snows
Haf
The Air Grows Sterile
Then Follows The Snows
Haf
Over The Earth It Flows
Over The Earth It Flows
Haf
The Storm Driven Sea
Seeks Heaven Itself
Over The Earth It Flows
The Air Grows Sterile
The Storm Driven Sea
Seeks Heaven Itself
Then Follows The Snows
And The Furious Winds
Then Follows The Snows
And The Furious Winds
Over The Earth It Flows
Over The Earth It Flows
Over The Earth It Flows
Over The Earth It Flows
The Storm Driven Sea
Seeks Heaven Itself
Over The Earth It Flows
The Air Grows Sterile
The Storm Driven Sea
Seeks Heaven Itself
Then Follows The Snows
And The Furious Winds
Haf
The Storm Driven Sea
The Storm Driven Sea
The Storm Driven Sea
Sea
Seeks Heaven Itself
Haaaaaaaaf
The Storm Driven Sea
The Storm Driven Sea
Seeks Heaven Itself
Seeks Heaven Itself
Over The Earth It Flows
Over The Earth It Flows
The Air Grows Sterile
The Air Grows Sterile
Then Follows The Snows
And The Furious Winds
For The Gods Are Doomed
And The End Is Death
Haf
 

Heartbeat

It's like a song, that no one hears
The more loudly [it's sung], the less it can be heard
All I wanna do, All I wanna do, Is say I love you
Time will remember, time will remember, those times of longing
Words don't work, Feeling like they have no worth
Then I'm sorry, but I'm certain it's done forever
 
Let go of love, rewind the wounds, revert the memories
Why should I even try when obviously
I understand, sometimes love is like dust, is like parting
But becomes more difficult to part from
Say it with a heartbeat, say it with a
(say it with a, say it with a)
 
It's like a stage without a crowd
That loneliness, silent hustle and bustle
Time will remember, time will remember, in the heart
All I wanna do, All I wanna do, Is say I care
After you left, every day heartache remains the only image
Here and now there's nothing in between
 
How could I
Ever describe the way I feel?
Why should I
Even try when obviously all the words that I say
Seem to get in the way
Only wish I could
Say it with a heartbeat
(Say it with a, say it with a)
Say it with a heartbeat
Say it with a heartbeat
 

Il est où bonheur

Versions: #2
Line 23 J'ái fait la cour, j'ai fait mon cirque
I courted, I messed up
 

40 years old tomorrow

Come on dude, don't let me go
We have seen or we will see things
Come on, yeah, if life punches you
You know we will swim in it
Come on, there is no problem, no
We will have no problem
Tonight I drink
Come with me dude
It will be easier I think
 
Yeah you know dude, I didn't see them coming
Neither pass by I think
You know, we have a lot of memories
But not enough, believe me
Yeah you know dude
To see my parents became older
Me, I cross my fingers
And tonight, you see
They had me, they will have you
You'll see
 
So I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
 
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
 
And yes, I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
 
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
 
Remember dude
Forty years old it was old
When we were kids
Remember yeah
We used to turn our glasses
To see the age they gave us
 
Tonight I left my glass empty
Forty years old, it's tomorrow
And tomorrow, it's fall
So believe me dude
I am only a kid
And yet I'm a man
 
So I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
 
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
 
And yes, I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
 
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
 
I'm forty years old tomorrow
 
Here it is dude
Before, I used to take my time
Tonight it is him who took me
We say that life's learning us things
Me, what does she has learned me ?
Two, three guitar chods, nothing big
Above all to say thank you
Because I live the life that makes dream
The kid I were at the bottom of my bed
Go check man
Tonight I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
 
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
 
And yes, I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
 
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
 
Forty years old tomorrow
Foty years old tomorrow
And still a kid
 

The Parisienne Girl

She been living in Paris for less than three months
But she's already got the user manual down
She uses a whole lot of words that I don't get
Rides a Vespa
Her friends have strange names, Béné, Alix, F-X, at Lise-Ange
Like that, no it's not their names that bother me, nor their gear
 
She's always telling me we should catch up
And that we should do brunch one of these days
That we should check out a Larry Clark expo at 104 1
Why not?
But not tomorrow as Madam is overloaded
Always glued to her Macbook
And when she tells me that we can meet up on Facebook
It's a slap in the face 2
 
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse 3
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
 
She lives in Paris, It's not that I'm criticising
It's so different, past the ring-road
No longer the same music, the same outfits
Her mother, her mates and her catholic votes
I see her less often because Madame, yeah
Is going to the seaside for Easter
Her friends have big pads, Saint-Briac
I don't know the place
 
Me, my beardy face and my accent4
I know, that makes her right-minded friends smile
And even so I wait for her, often in the wind
I'd like her to be a bit more like she was before
But her and her Vélib, her organic tomatoes and her iPhone 5
Her Boston terrier
Me, the rain batters me
While I waste hours at her intercom
But nobody's home
 
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
 
Madam is chic
Aperatif Paris style by the Seine 6
Madam complicates her life
Trying to be bohemian
Madam is chic
American Apparel, H&M
He's a hippie chic 7
But where is she, the lady I love?
 
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand a thing she says
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
 
She lives in Paris
I think she's forgetting about me
She's got new friends
You know, new clothes
And me I hang around on the banks of the Seine
But where is she, the lady I love
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
 

• 1. Le Cent Quatre cultural centre
• 2. 'C'est le bouquet' (literally 'that's the bouquet') is more like 'That takes the biscuit' or 'that's the cherry on the cake' but trying to mimic the bouquet/facebook pun
• 3. De rigeur in Paris!
• 4. Not quite sure about 'ganache tapache' other than they are mocking his look
• 5. Vélib is the hire bike scheme in Paris, much like London's 'Boris Bikes'
• 6. Probaby an Aperol Spritz!
• 7. Bit of a play on Hippy chick, hippy-chic