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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.
 

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

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.
 

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.
 

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)
 

Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves
Remind
You and me
The moonlight
Kissing your lips
whispering & murmuring
Sweet words
Of the verb of love
 
But you left
Without saying goodbye
I was sad
With my pain
I dream
Only you, baby
Autumn leaves
Of love
 

Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves
Remind
You and me
The moonlight
Kissing your lips
whispering & murmuring
Sweet words
Of the verb of love
 
But you left
Without saying goodbye
I was sad
With my pain
I dream
Only you, baby
Autumn leaves
Of love
 

San Francisco

If you go to San Francisco
pick a flower and take it along with you.
There is a girl in San Francisco
who, if you wish, will accept it for me.
 
Open your heart in San Francisco
and you will get back the love that you give.
I have been to San Francisco
and I already know what you will find.
 
Oh how many eyes
full of smiles,
aha, wherever you look.
You will smell the scent
in the streets and in the air,
aha, of a new world—
of a new world.
 
And if you go to San Francisco
pick a flower and take it along with you.
There is a girl in San Francisco
who, if you wish, will accept it for me.
 
If you go to San Francisco
pick a flower and take it along with you—
with you—
with you—
with you—
hmmm-mmm-mmm—
with you—
with you—
with you-—
hmmm-mmm-mmm—
whoa-oh-oh-hmmm.
 

Sirra Bunei Speranțe

Sirra Bunei Speranțe, speranța ce cuprinde
In inima Braziliei o mîna de pămînt
În inima celui care se duce, în inima celui care vine
Sirra Bunei Speranțe dragostea mea ultimă
Plec luînd mult dor, dor lăsînd
Ofelițe căzute pe sirra acolo aproape de Dumnezeu
O sirra mea iată timpul despărțirii[,] plec
Lăs lumina privirii tale la lumina lunii
Rămas bun
 
(Instrumental)
 
[Îmi port] în cintarea mea imaginea sirrei
Știu că Isus nu-l pedepsește pe poetul care greșește
Noi poeții greșim pentru că și noi rimăm
Ochii noștri în ochii cuiva care nu vine
Sirra Bunei Speranțe, să n-ai frica
Voi păstra imaginea voastră cu ajutorul lui Dumnezeu.
O sirra mea iată timpul despărțirii[,] plec
Lăs lumina privirii tale la lumina lunii
Rămas bun
 

Mountain of Good Hope

Mountain of Good Hope, hope that settles
In the Heart of Brazil a handful of land
In the heart of who goes, in the heat of who goes
Mountain of Good Hope my last love
I depart leaving longings, longings leaving
Withered fallen on the mountain there close to God
Oh my mountain now's the time of farewell I'm going away
I'm leaving the light of the glance in your moonshine
Good-bye
 
(Instrumental)
 
In my song I carry the memory of the mountain
I know Jesus doesn't punish[,] the poet he was
We poets once were, because we rhyme well
Our eyes in the eyes of someone who's not coming
Mountain of Good Hope, do not be afraid
I will keep your image by the grace of God
Oh my mountain now's the time of farewell I'm going away
I'm leaving the light of the glance in your moonshine
Good-bye
 

Doctor

The poor Brazilian people
Has no, has no, has no money
Gold came from abroad
But none one has seen the money
 
Doctor! Doctor!
Don't be angry, don't give a hoot
Doctor! Doctor!
It's lousy living like this
 
Doctor! Doctor!
Don't be angry, don't give a hoot
Doctor! Doctor!
It's lousy living like this
 
Who knew there of the aviary
Forgets here about the hen house
Only thinks of a companion
In order to be his heir
 
Doctor! Doctor!
Don't be angry, don't give a hoot
Doctor! Doctor!
It's lousy living like this
 
Doctor! Doctor!
Don't be angry, don't give a hoot
Doctor! Doctor!
It's lousy living like this
 
(Instrumental)
 

Everything I Have

[Verse 1]
I don't know if we're friends anymore
It's cold, and I'm exposed1
I promised myself that I wouldn't wait for you
For I couldn't stand any more, I can't stand it anymore
Sometimes I think that I’m just groveling
And you’ll never notice
For you refuse everything I have
 
[Chorus]
I'm seeking an opportunity
I have patience and will wait for you
If it talks of happiness
I'm talking about something greater
Come a bit closer, I'm cold, stop staring
And take everything I have
 
[Verse 2]
Use me for whatever you want
Realize that a body awaits
I have a limit, and it's going to break
The little to nothing we have left
Tell it that it doesn't get friendship
Hush up a bit and think about what you want first
 
[Chorus]
I'm seeking an opportunity
I have patience and will wait for you
If it talks of happiness
I'm talking about something else
Come a bit closer, I'm cold, stop staring
And take everything I have
 
[Bridge]
No one can make you do anything, right?
They're your ideas, you have to let them go
There are no shadows, just you and I
You've been wanting it for a while
Recognize the warmth
 
I'm seeking an opportunity
I have patience and will wait for you
I'm seeking an opportunity
I have patience and will wait for you
 

• 1. literally 'I have no coat/shelter'

Father Francisco

Father Francisco
Don't ask them whaat they think about Christ
They have another worry
 
Father Francisco
They added a new nail in the crucifix
To leave it forgotten in the wall
 
Bread and work
Of what miracles do you talk about?
Ceiling and under
The land where to grow
Reason and faith
 
Father Francisco
You'll have to multiply the bread for the people
Or else there won't be a God
 
Father Francisco
We can't render the Caesar's stuff to Caesar
Because he takes them without asking
 
Raise your hands
to summon the protection
of the brothers
Whose sin was to be born
without control nor warmth
 
Father Francisco,
Don't worry if they call you communist
With standarts and speakerboxes
 
Father Francisco,
Go out for Christ to preach
A bolder justice
 
There won't be calm
Speak to the soul
Of the standing people
So much faith is needed
Be able
 

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Grey Fox

How many ill-fated nights of lusting after
your sweet delusions of woman,
like the roses from a crazed orgy
you pulled off their petals in the cabaret.
And after the farce of fake love
and walking away from Armenonville,
it was the bitter cold of your soul
that you warmed up with your grey fox.
 
By feigning loud, joyful laughter
before the fleeting gold of the champagne,
You suppressed inside your chest
a relentless desire to weep.
And upon thinking, between a kiss and a tango,
of your humble, happy past
you hid the hallowed tears
in the folds of your grey fox.
 
It is from the anguish of your story
that your garment hangs so heavy.
She kept your sacred tears,
she wrapped up your cold spirit.
And when she arrives on a near-future day
to your pains the long-awaited end,
the whole story of your miserable life
will remain inside the grey fox.