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Happiness in your hands

You are ready for a talk
Alone with yourself
When a noose is hanging from the ceiling
 
If someone knocks on the door
When your life is on the line
Then open it and take a step
 
Only the strong in spirit
Don't fall down
They run away from the evil
To come back again
 
When the happiness is in your hands
Hold onto it
To wake up from sadness
On your way to there
 
Never looked
Any farther than your nose beyond the horizon
All that you have
Is only four walls
 
It's better to think twice
When knee-deep in the water
Than to drown in the darkness
When you have caught happiness
Keep it safe
 
Only the strong in spirit
Don't fall down
They run away from the evil
To come back again
 
When the happiness is in your hands
Hold onto it
To wake up from sadness
On your way to there
 

My delicate basil

My delicate basil , my marjoram
you will make me give up on my mother
 
Come over the glassed window, girl
so as i can see your semolina-colored face.
 
Those stares you climb up, i wish i could climb them up too
for each step we will take, i will give you a sweet kiss.
 

Ankles

My voice sings a song I don’t recognize
All the city lights go out
 
If I breathe, I'll change bit by bit
Leaving the city, I'm searching for a flower
 
Still, my familiar ankles run away
Still, my familiar ankles have run away
 
My voice keeps on singing a song I don't recognize
The dream is over
Though I tell such lies
 
Still, my familiar ankles run away
Still, my familiar ankles have run away
 
They’ll disappear tomorrow
Even if these footprints disappear
 
I'll sing, I'll sing a song
 

Daytime moon

A midday without sound
the wind is just bright.
The petals that seemed a little sleepy swayed.
 
This unintentional feeling that I can not explain.
Look, how do people call this feeling in words?
 
The story of trapping the white sand moon.
Tell me the story as if the light falls. Gently.
 
There will be a time to know the pain in my heart.
And I'll be kinder than I am now.
 
This warmhearted feeling that I can not explain.
Look, how do people name this feeling?
 
The white sand moon is too bright to see.
Tell me about the distant future. Gently.
 

A house on the moon

A sky,
a distant sky,
and a muttering voice.
Your dream now turns the wheels of the stars.
 
I felt I exist nowhere.
I felt that way
until I knew your eyes.
 
There is one crescent moon
in the corner of my chest.
However
it shines to illuminate even the narrowest roads.
 
The stars
are gently pointing.
Your destination
will be a crystal forest.
 
I someday,
with the palm of my hand,
I want to protect you from everything.
 
At a warm night,
There's a house where a small growing moon lives.
However when you sleep,
it shines with a gentle light.
 
There is one crescent moon
in the corner of my chest.
However
it shines to illuminate even the narrowest roads.
 

Please grant me a wish

Please grant my wish.
There's a glass lily in my chest.
Please shatter it, with your fingers.
 
Far away to the new east.
Your heart is like a flying bird.
See the dream.
It's far away.
Your wish is reflected on the fountain at your feet.
 
My thoughts have changed its shape
before I knew it.
Until the time when we meet again in the blue morning.
Ah ah.
 
I know
it hurts like
flowing light dizziness.
 
Far away to the new east.
Your heart will be sucked in.
See the rainbow.
It's solitude.
It will be gently embraced deep in the sky.
 
Where does the silent midday breeze sleep?
Unreachable prayers
will hide their voices.
Ah ah...gently.
 
Submerge in the bottom of the air.
Soak in fragrant ether.
So I will not let anyone else touch it.
 
My thoughts have changed its shape before I knew it.
Until the time
when we meet again in the blue morning.
Ah ah...surely.
 
Please grant my wish.
Please grant my wish...
 

Nu se poate...

Versions: #2
--- 1 ---
Îmi spui din senin
Cum că ai vrea să ne despărțim.
C-acum uitării aparțin
Visele ce împreuna voiam să le făurim.
 
Și cu prezența mea să nu cutez
Să vreau să te mai deranjez.
Doar în uitare să te mai petrec
Și niciunde să nu te mai urmez.
...
Însă...
 
--- R ---
Nu se poate, nu se poate,
Așa ceva nu se poate
Oare cum să-mi vină firesc
Pur și simplu, să te părăsesc.
Vreau să devin o umbra a ta
Și peste tot te voi urma
Îți mărturisesc..
 
Nu se poate, nu se poate,
Tristețea mă înăbușă peste toate.
Te iubesc și asta
Atât de simplu, nu se poate schimba.
Nu e un magazin inima mea
În care să intri și să ieși când ai vrea
Asta vreau să-ți spun.
Nu e un magazin inima mea
În care să intri și să ieși când ai vrea
Asta vreau să-ți spun.
 
--- 2 ---
Îmi spui din senin acum
Că totul s-a terminat oricum.
În ochii mei te rog privește mișcat
Să vezi câte lacrimi au vărsat
Din răsputeri am încercat
Din inima mea să te știu plecat
Și cu toate astea, iubirea mea din stele
Ești încă în visele mele.
Însă...
 
--- R ---
Nu se poate, nu se poate,
Așa ceva nu se poate
Oare cum să-mi vină firesc
Pur și simplu, să te părăsesc.
Vreau să devin o umbra a ta
Și peste tot te voi urma
Îți mărturisesc..
 
Nu se poate, nu se poate,
Tristețea mă înăbușă peste toate.
Te iubesc și asta
Atât de simplu, nu se poate schimba.
Nu e un magazin inima mea
În care să intri și să ieși când ai vrea
Asta vreau să-ți spun.
Nu e un magazin inima mea
În care să intri și să ieși când ai vrea
Asta vreau să-ți spun.
 
--- R ---
Nu se poate, nu se poate,
Așa ceva nu se poate
Oare cum să-mi vină firesc
Pur și simplu, să te părăsesc.
Vreau să devin o umbra a ta
Și peste tot te voi urma
Îți mărturisesc..
 
Nu se poate, nu se poate,
Tristețea mă înăbușă peste toate.
Te iubesc și asta
Atât de simplu, nu se poate schimba.
Nu e un magazin inima mea
În care să intri și să ieși când ai vrea
Asta vreau să-ți spun.
Nu e un magazin inima mea
În care să intri și să ieși când ai vrea
Asta vreau să-ți spun.
 

Romance

You and I
You when I
 
The stars, slowly fallin`
I'd like to call this mood romantic
I dreamed a dream, up all night, just you and I
 
Next to a name I have been writing all day
I scribble my own
As still I don’t know
Cause you still don’t my heart
Just, alone on a night like this I think of you
 
I’m in love, everything feels like a dream when i’m by your side
More beautiful than anything in this world
 
I do not wish for anything more
Just stay as you are
like this, the way you are
 
A night filled with stars
Laning against the window, I think of you 
A night full of moon
Softly drenched in blooming romance
 
It’s only you that i want
i call you on a night like this (dark night)
Until we reach there, hoping
Not giving it up, like those stars
 
you, Ye
 
If only I could look at you like this
Anytime I want
 
I fall for your gaze, feels like I could die (Killer)
All day, all night
You know I want u, love u
Would u be mine?
 
Good night
 
A night filled with stars
A night full of moon
 
It’s only you that i want
I call you on a night like this
Until we reach there, hoping
Not giving it up, like those stars
 

Voicegasm

When i feel you
I'm talking about your voice
Dimly lighted street, together ah
When the noises get quiet too, I am
 
That makes me go crazy
I think about it before I fall asleep
You're low and high, just right size
is is
 
Whispers are melting my ears
Better just kill me
We've already been here before
Every night i listen to your voice and sleep
 
W Word plays, pillow talk
feelin' your voicegasm bae
Vibrant hues, sweet dreams
feelin' your voicegasm bae be b babe
 
Yea i don't wanna think about you babe (anymore)
But i feel you
Pictures taken, vista film* babe
In the end i'm back to you again, babe
 
That makes me go crazy
I think about it before I fall asleep
You're low and high, just right size
is is
 
Whispers are melting my ears
Better just kill me
We've already been here before
Every night i listen to your voice and sleep
 
W Word plays, pillow talk
feelin' your voicegasm bae
Vibrant hues, sweet dreams
feelin' your voicegasm bae be b
 
RED
Knnovation
 
Yeah im gonna die in your voice come on
 
* He’s talking about AGFA Vista Plus Camera Film, negative film rolls for old type personal cameras. Since the rise of digital cameras that kind of photographic films are mainly out of use. However AGFA has revived that particular product and you can purchase it now.
 

A Star Called Sun

Versions:
White snow, grey ice,
on cracked earth.
On it, like a patchwork quilt -
lies a city in a loop of roads.
 
And above the city clouds drift,
hiding a heavenly light.
And above the city - there's a yellow haze,
the city has lived for two thousand years,
under the light of a star
called Sun...
 
And for thousand years - there's been war,
war for no special reason.
War - is the business of the young,
to stop them from aging.
 
Red, red blood.
After an hour it's just earth.
after two on it there's flowers and grass,
after three it's alive once more,
warmed by the rays of a star
called Sun...
 
And we know, that it's always been this way.
That fate favors the one,
who lives by his own rules,
and who is fated to die young.
 
He doesn't remember the word 'yes' or 'no',
he doesn't recall ranks, nor names.
And is capable of reaching the stars,
not considering it, to be a dream,
and to fall, burnt by the star called Sun.
 

Trolley

Versions: #1
My place is on the left, and I have to sit,
I don't get why it's so cold here,
I don't know my neighbor, even though we've been together for a year.
And we're drowning, even though we know, the ford is right here.
 
And everyone looks with hope at the ceiling.
A trolley, that goes east,
A trolleybus that goes east,
A trolley...
 
We're all brothers, we're forty-second cousins,
And we're heading, I don't know where, and why.
My neighbor cant bear it, he wants to leave,
But he can't leave, he doesn't know the way.
 
And we're wondering, what's the use?
On the trolley, that goes east.
 
In the cabin there's no driver, but we keep going,
And the motors rusted, but we go forward.
We sit here quietly, looking at the spot,
Where for a moment a star appeared.
We keep silent, but we know, he helped us with this,
Trolleybus, that goes to the east...
 

It's alright, we have 20 minutes on foot

Now i know
Where i belong
Every night and every day
 
Now i know
Who the real friends are
How the days are best short
 
When i need them, they are always here
Like brothers of good and evil
 
And how do i go now and stay with you?
 
Now i know
Where i belong
Every night and every day
 
Now i know
Where i belong
Every night and every day
 
Now i know, one doesn't change
We're naive, but clean
Always us, always the same
 
No need to show off
We know where we come from
And where we go
 
How do i go now
And not turn with you?
 
Now i know
Where i belong
Every night and every day
 
Now i know
Where i belong
Every night and every day
 
Now i know where i belong...
 
Now i know
Where i belong
Every night and every day
 
Now i know
Where i belong
Every night and every day
 
Hey, hey, hello, i'm coming alone
I mean, it's alright
We have 20 minutes on foot
 

Come back to Zagreb

Parks and movie theaters, cafes and clubs
They were our playgrounds
I can't (say) without you, but also when i'm with you
I can't even say how much i needed you
 
The home is the same, the flower is waiting for you
The coffee doesn't have the same taste without you
 
Come back to Zagreb
If you could, if you want
Come back to days when we were wild.
Come back to Zagreb
If you could, if you want
You belong here, so stay here.
 
Verbal acrobatics, stupid situations,
that's us.
Whoever said that we are forever,
when we know that everything has its own lifespan.
 
The home is the same, the flower is waiting for you
The coffee doesn't have the same taste without you
 
Come back to Zagreb
If you could, if you want
Come back to days when we were wild.
Come back to Zagreb
If you could, if you want
You belong here, so stay here.
 
Come back to Zagreb, come back from the holiday
Be next to me again.
I won't be calm if i knew i didn't try
Saving all that's left.
 
Come back to Zagreb
If you could, if you want
Come back to days when we were wild.
Come back to Zagreb
If you could, if you want
You belong here, so stay here.
 
Come back to Zagreb
Come back to Zagreb
Come back to Zagreb
 

Schimbări

În locul căldurii este sticla verde,
În locul focului este fumul.
Scoate o zi din calendar.
Soarele roșu arde în cenușă,
Ziua arde cu el.
O umbră cade peste orașul în flăcări.
 
Inimile noastre cer schimbare
Ochii noștri cer schimbare
În râsul nostru și în lacrimile noastre
Și în venele care pulsează
Schimbare!
Așteptăm schimbări.
 
Lumina electrică ne continuă ziua
Și cutia de chibrituri este goală.
Dar gazul arde ca o floare albastră în bucătărie.
Țigări în mână, ceai pe masă
Această schemă este simplă.
Și nu este nimic altceva, totul este în noi.
 
Inimile noastre cer schimbare
Ochii noștri cer schimbare
În râsul nostru și în lacrimile noastre
Și în venele care pulsează
Schimbare!
Așteptăm schimbări.
 
Nu ne putem lăuda cu înțelepciunea ochilor
Și gesturi abile cu mâinile
Nu avem nevoie de toate acestea pentru a ne înțelege reciproc.
Țigări în mână, ceai pe masă
Așa se închide cercul.
Și dintr-o dată ne este frică să schimbăm ceva.
 
Inimile noastre cer schimbare
Ochii noștri cer schimbare
În râsul nostru și în lacrimile noastre
Și în venele care pulsează
Schimbare!
Așteptăm schimbări.
 

I'm getting on the bus to the other world, See ya!

I'm getting on the bus to the other world, See ya.
 
I can't count the number of lives I ruined when I was young, I'd smile while I buried another life before heading home
Looking back now I should've been the first one to die.
 
So cheerful despite the gloomy atmosphere
I've lost my will to live
Life is just needless long
 
Nothing but meaningless wrinkles and creases
My heart pointlessly laments this hopeless take on life, spitting out ideals that just hurt my ears!
 
What value is there to a life that wants to end? Am I just being selfish? I don't even know what to think! In the end, after a few years I'll just be a nuisance so just stab me, kill me and take me away.
 
I'm getting on the bus to the other world, See ya.
 
I still remember all the times I was made fun of as a kid, these unreasonable thoughts that I don't even remember thinking just won't go away
Looking back now how did I just swallow all the pain?
Ah... if only I had fought back.
 
Sulking about in a hazy crowd of people, displaying a life that seems worth living
The 'theory of happiness' is useless deep
My shallow heart is driven by an uneasy, fretful rush
Nothing but time passes, and it can never come back.
 
What takes root in life just makes me want to disappear
You said I'm a nuisance? No one asked for your opinion!
In the end in a few years I just be the same thing...
So just stab me, kill me and take me away.
 
Is there any meaning to life if you want it to end?
Is there any dreams seen in a life that just wants to disappear?
There are none.
 
What value is there to a life that wants to end?
'That must suck.', 'I get it.'
Don't act as if you understand!
In the end, in a few years I'll still be suffering
So just stab me, kill me and take me away
 
This is the only thing I thought to do, my first and final struggle in vain...
 
I'm getting on the bus to the other world, see ya!
And yet, I regret, and scream as the rain falls...
 

Weird tale

A new day begins once again,
The morning spotlight hits from the window again
And the phone's silent - disconnected...
 
There is no sun on the sky again,
Fights again - every man for himself,
And I feel that, the sun isn't more than a dream...
 
On the window glass there's a tale with a bad ending....
A weird tale...
 
And the rain knocks like bullets
And it's autumn on the streets.
And the wall of the cloud-bricks is durable...
The trees got sick with plague,
They got sick back in spring,
Leave-palms fly down, waving to us from above...
 
Outside the window, there's a tale with a bad ending,
A weird tale...
 
And then she'll come,
'Pack your things, - she'll say, - Let's go, give the body to the earth...'
But the body almost hasn't finished,
But the body hasn't received much love...
Weird thing...
 
Outside the window, there's a tale with a bad ending...
A weird tale...
 

Weird tale

A new day begins once again,
The morning spotlight hits from the window again
And the phone's silent - disconnected...
 
There is no sun on the sky again,
Fights again - every man for himself,
And I feel that, the sun isn't more than a dream...
 
On the window glass there's a tale with a bad ending....
A weird tale...
 
And the rain knocks like bullets
And it's autumn on the streets.
And the wall of the cloud-bricks is durable...
The trees got sick with plague,
They got sick back in spring,
Leave-palms fly down, waving to us from above...
 
Outside the window, there's a tale with a bad ending,
A weird tale...
 
And then she'll come,
'Pack your things, - she'll say, - Let's go, give the body to the earth...'
But the body almost hasn't finished,
But the body hasn't received much love...
Weird thing...
 
Outside the window, there's a tale with a bad ending...
A weird tale...