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Fatherland

Father, is that really true,
Were you really a socialist in the 30s?
Were you really in the resistance,
Did you fight against your own fatherland?
Father, I have to be ashamed,
I want an other name,
At school, you can't believe how embarrassing that is,
They call you a communist.
 
And the boy dreams of law and order,
Of a healthy, straight march,
And in his mind, he hears them marching,
And in his mind, he's already marching with them.
 
And the father doesn't know what to do,
This is how far it has come with the cowering,
With hunting communists and occupational bans1
And 'economic miracle'2 and employment problems.
You fight against all this rubbish for your whole life
And then, in return, they ruin your son.
 
And the father takes a night time
And tells the boy about the inhumanity,
About war and concentration camps, about the people's cowardice,
And he shouts: 'beware, they3 are spreading again soon!'
Then the boy packs his stuff,
Says: 'father, you make me laugh,
You can read it everywhere:
It was actually very different.'
 
And then he dreams about high boots
And about men made of steel and granite,
And in his mind, he hears trumpets,
And in his mind, he's already marching with them.
 
And the father doesn't know what to do,
This is how far it has come with the cowering,
With hunting communists and occupational bans
And 'economic miracle' and employment problems.
You fight against all this rubbish for your whole life
And then, in return, they ruin your son.
 
And a few weeks later the boy stands in front of the door
And trembles and whispers: 'It's not my fault,
They are serious, they build grenades,
They talk about Volkssturm4 and assassinations.
Father, I have to be ashamed,
I want an other name,
We did - I almost don't dare to say it -
Last night, in a dispute, beat a man to death.'
 
And the father thinks about back then,
Hears the cruel boots marching,
And in the minds, they are still marching,
And it can happen again as soon as tomorrow.
 
And like so many others he gets angry,
What's become of Germany again?
With hunting communists and occupational bans
And 'economic miracle' and employment problems.
You fight against all this rubbish for your whole life
And then, in return, they ruin your children.
 

• 1. Communists were/are subject to bans on getting a job in their learned profession in (West) Germany.
• 2. Well-known German propaganda phrase
• 3. the Nazis
• 4. Nazi propaganda phrase designed to rally militias when the war was already lost

Ah, Ukrainian sweet cherry

On a moonlit May night,
The Bogun regiment1 went forward,
And in the cherry gardens
Sings a little nightingale.
 
On sorrel and chestnut horses
They rush towards Kiev
To attack Semyon Petlyura,
To attack his units.
 
Chorus:
Crushed the white gangs
Has our gigantic force.
Oh, you early-ripened cherry,
Ah, Ukrainian sweet cherry!
 
That is not a hand
Plucking the sonorous kobza2, —
That is Shchors ordering: 'Lads,
Open fire!'
 
They scared away the little nightingale,
The little nightingale became silent...
As the bullets rained down
Onto Petlyura's regiment!
 
Chorus.
 
Oh, the Haydamaks'3 blood
Flows on the road.
Don't touch our huts,
Don't tear off our cherries!..
 
A call is heard in Bogun's land4,
Shchors is dashing towards Kiev,
He's tearing off a full hand
Of both sweet cherries and cherries!
 
Chorus.
 
/additional couplet/
 
Shchors dreamed: 'Ukraine
Will breathe freely!'
Shchors dreamed: 'Ukraine
Will throw off the yoke of corvée!'
 
And, as a mighty army,
We now have set out
To liberate from prison
Our western brothers...
 

• 1. The regiment commanded by Shchors was named after Bohun.
• 2. a stringed musical instrument used in Ukraine, Moldova and Romania
• 3. In this case, the word refers to certain Ukrainian forces that fought against the Bolsheviks.
• 4. The original says 'Bogunia'. I do not know of any place with such name, so my assumption is that this means 'Bogun's land'.

Coincidentally

It's been a while since I live naked in the loneliness
I choke my pain in uncountable hatred drinks
I remain in your world like a stranger
Unnoticed,worst than an enemy
 
Coincidentally you entered my life
You became match and fire my soul
I take the responsibility exclusively
Coincidentally you played with me
Now I look at the world with an another point of view
I get lost
I am judged for your mistakes that I paid for
At heaven's stairs that we walked
We both ended up in he same hell
 
It's been a while since I live just to hope
I am left out
in a world like a drop of water,smoke...
 
From cigarettes and dreams
Shipwrecked
Unnoticed
and different
 
Coincidentally you entered my life
You became match and fire my soul
I take the responsibility exclusively
Coincidentally you played with me
Now I look at the world with an another point of view
I get lost
 
I am judged for your mistakes that I paid for
At heaven's stairs that we walked
We both ended up in he same hell
 

Smoke of a cigarette

Smoke of a cigarette1
Is shooting up and fading,
The smoke is light blue,
And phantom, as pleasure
Or dream.
How far away all this left -
Love, spring and youth,
I roam lonely -
And the soul is full of longing.
 
The happiness inexorably
Passes by,
You'll never come back to me,
I know,
Like smoke of a cigarette,
Like the blue smoke,
Like nonreturnable dream,
Your image is fading in the mist.
 

• 1. 'папироса' - an obsolete type of а cigarette

Sometime it happens...

Sometime it happens,
Today is one of those days:
The leaves are still trembling -
But the bird has flown away.
 
These are the life's finer points.
You wish you could beg her to stay.
A thin veil of cigarette smoke
Still hangs in the room that's now empty.
 

No longer awaiting...

No longer awaiting,
Standing, hugging a pillow,
She was feeling so sleepy.
The bed was undone.
 
The bright light of the moon.
The glowing white of the nightgown.
Then he knocked on the door - and she
Blushed from the fright.
 

You Are So Ugly

Together I've lived way too long
with the same woman in the same burrow,
paying off my laps of life to her.
Always the same struggles for supremacy,
always the same duties at night.
I'm getting feeble and my brain is running out.
 
Our love got lost like a handkerchief,
and when she talks to me I'm standing outside of myself.
Only sometimes when I dream, I am reborn,
I play the strong man, and then I tell her:
 
You are so ugly that it's hard to bear,
your gait and smile do bother me,
so does the way you look at me.
You are so ugly that it's hard to bear,
your decency annoys me, and since long
it upsets me that you attract me,
that you still attract me.
 
It's true, I am a subordinate,
the world feels like glue,
and life is running past me full of lust.
The same duties day by day,
a shot glass of freedom, as agreed,
instead of being a hero I'm a wimp.
 
Then friends arrive, besieging my time.
The same old sayings, and I'm playing with my toes,
instead of leaping up and furiously standing wide
in front of them, so they can clearly hear each word:
 
You are so ugly that it's hard to bear,
and your childish songs of happiness and friendship kill me.
You are so ugly that it's hard to bear,
and your ridiculous urge to laugh with me, is so stupid,
so terribly stupid.
 
Together I've lived way too long
with the same woman in the same burrow,
paying off my laps of life to her.
The same cowardice each day,
concealing what you want to say.
I'm even running out of my heroic dreams.
 
And somewhen she will ask me, that's for sure,
why I kept running from myself all the time.
I will be speechless and, as always, will be silent,
and then she'll tell me, standing up in front of me in victory:
 
You are so ugly that it's hard to bear,
your gait and smile do bother me,
so does the way you look at me.
You are so ugly that it's hard to bear,
but since a long time it satisfies me,
that finally you don't attract me any longer,
that finally you don't attract me any longer.
 

Two deep red lips

Versions: #1
Two deep red lips haunt my mind
A deep red velvet fire
I should ignore it for my well-being
But love's arrow was deeply pinned
 
I am claiming just one kiss
in that my love is doomed
Your lips are a permanent threat
I am claiming just one kiss
Your lips are a permanent threat
I am claiming just one kiss
 
How can I dare to tell you
Your lips are a pain
We had a destination but ended up elsewhere
Without you inside of me I will always be alone
But I'll walk by your side in the streets of mind
 
I am claiming just one kiss
in that my love is doomed
Your lips are a permanent threat
I am claiming just one kiss
Your lips are a permanent threat
I am claiming just one kiss
 

Hans

Old, holey skull inside
Stahlhelm with a rust.
Said he was a soldier,
And his name is Hans.
 
He gave me strong schnapps to drink,
And played on mouth-organ
Sturmabteilung marches
Hans Horst Wessel, remember?
 
But in the morning I remembered
That yesterday I drank a sea of schnapps.
I thought and understood:
'Yes, it really was!'
 
This is the memories back, and she
Stands and waits on the doorstep.
She's like the angel of death,
It's all up to she now.
 
She's true, she's a bitch
And if need be, she will open fire again.(x2)
 
Old, holey skull inside
Stahlhelm with a rust.
Said he was a soldier,
And his name is Hans.
 

The day I died.

The day I died.
Nord-Ost howled from the sea.
The burning drakkar was my grave.
 
The day I died.
The sun exploded.
Sweeping away the stars
It crashed into the sea.
The world was ruined.
 
The day I died.
Only cats and owls remained.
And the sharks, like cross-finned fish, came ashore.
Like dogs, they gather in packs.
They gather in packs, they raven the negroes.
 
The day I died.
The necrophiles will exhume the Tsoi,
Bastard son of Yoko Ono.
The icons will begin drop tears.
 
The day I died.
I was baptized against my will.
In contempt of ancestors.
In contempt of Thor.
Odin!
Odin!
 

The fluffy tail of the fox.

There's so many things that life is.
And so easy to lose yourself.
Perhaps the slush will dry up one day,
But everything will come back again.
 
I would never have believed this before
But one whore ruined my life.
There are so many of them and they all are so different,
Sometimes you don't even have time to sleep!
 
We only dream about rest, but where are these dreams?
The fluffy tail of the fox erase all footprints.
There are so many roads, but mine is only one.
Cheerful hard rock and roll is my life!
 
The autumn wind is dropping the leaves
And leaves them to rot on the pavement!
In these leaves I see people's faces -
Everyone of them has hepatitis!
 
We only dream about peace, but where are these dreams?
The fluffy tail of the fox erase all footprints.
There are so many roads, but mine is only one.
Cheerful hard rock and roll is my life!
 

Till the end

You told me 'I love you'
That with you I
Lose myself and live
Or is that too a deam
But I look at you
 
Running again as I'm asking for more
And I'm trying to keep the hope alive
 
Come let's go away together
I'm telling you that even if you're sick of hearing it
Oh how the days go by
But you say the time has not come yet
Don't be afraid of the life
And come before it dawns
I'll either live this till the end or I'll lose myself if necessary
 
So close by now
But also so far away
I'm falling into the deep
And it still hurts me
That bonds still hold us
Kiss me so that the heart gets dazed
So that I won't be able to think clearly
 
Come let's go away together
I'm telling you that even if you're sick of hearing it
Oh how the days go by
But you say the time has not come yet
Don't be afraid of the life
And come before it dawns
I'll either live this till the end or I'll lose myself if necessary
 

Passionately

I would die for these eyes
I see you again, I feel
I died for this eyes
I got crazy when I saw them
I won't make it any longer being away from you
I'm talking real
Tell where you are and I'll run to you
To take a breath again
 
I hurt passionately
I die passionately
I dream of you again passionately
I don't have any more strength
My voice is looking for you
I hurt passionately
I'm saying it out loud
Feel me passionately for once
Loneliness is killing me
My heart is a mess
I'm saying it out loud
 
At night I picture you
When I see you I get taken aback
What if I could touch you again
(What if) everything could change so simply
I won't make it any longer being away from you
I'm talking real
Tell where you are and I'll run to you
To take a breath again
 
I hurt passionately
I die passionately
I dream of you again passionately
I don't have any more strength
My voice is looking for you
I hurt passionately
I'm saying it out loud
Feel me passionately for once
Loneliness is killing me
My heart is a mess
I'm saying it out loud
 

Trouble

[He]
You don't have a right to me
And you are trouble on two legs
 
[She]
And you, a man of many women,
the specialist in lies.
Get married
 
[He]
Get divorced
We'll get together in the end
 
[Hook, Together]
Go away! Get married!
And call again after the divorce! (1)
Go with others! Forget about me!
But you'll remember, trust me.
Go away! Get married!
Invite me to your wedding.
I'll drink to you,
there will be trouble.
we'll get together in the end!
 
[She]
I'm one vodka away (2)
from grabbing the phone,
from coming to you,
ending the party for the one you're with.
 
[He]
One thought keeps me going
I can make you cry if I want to
I'll come to you
And the one you're with will lose his mind
 
[Hook]
 
[She]
Despite all the proposals, (2)
I think of you without a ring
You are not my man, but shut up,
Before I leave, I want you.
 
[He]
And do you think you are my wife?
Don't shout, don't forbid me!
Now, go to your man,
I'm losing my mind, don't come closer
 
[Hook]
 

Road to Constantinople

In the name of Allah, there is no god but Allah! Bare heads
Let your swords be covered with Blood!
 
Many heads have been taken on this agora!
No one asking it!
 
Cheers! Cheers!
 
Our sorrows and swords may be massacre upon foes!
Our servitude is to our almighty Sultan!
 
Threes, sevens, forties
Praises be upon Prophet Muhammad!
 
Mere light of prophets, greatness of Ali
Almighty Sultan of ours
 
Reigner Hagi Bektash-i Veli
Forth and willingly
 
In the name of Allah!
 
Ye soldiers of Muhammad
Our road is to Constantinople
 

To My Children

Now you are grown up, will soon leave our house,
your childhood passed rapidly by,
no, it's not yet over for dad and mom,
they still have some other desires.
 
Although, I'd have gladly held them back,
those moments, too precious to waste,
but fugacity of time nobody can mold,
according to their own petty taste.
 
So, what can I hand you as a gift on your way,
that you'll master now on your own?
My hope, that on each and every day
my love will not leave you alone.
 
I've never been a man of high moral standards.
When are children good, when bad?
Children are innocent, keep them clear
from oppression and moral fear.
 
You are a miracle, like everyone,
born out of absolute beauty.
Our world would be more peaceful indeed,
if this knowledge became worldwide duty.
 
I've never been perfect, you know me,
failure is my second name.
In the best case we used to be amused,
when perfect parents came up.
 
What have I done wrong, what was right?
Yes, you were only lent to me.
I will not beat around the bush, 1
education was never important to me.
 
Education what for? For ambition, for greed?
For being boss in a well payed position?
You know my heart is wide open
for dreamers and losers in any case.
 
There's only one single big request that I have,
please listen to me and conform:
No matter what they promise you, my child,
never wear a uniform!
 
It will not be easy, the times they are hard,
they will throw spanners in your works. 2
I hope that in any hardship and pain
my unconditional love will help.
 
It is all I have and all I can give,
no bulging bank accounts, but
we keep those moments of beauty when
together we happily basked.
 
Don't worry about your father, 'cause now
it's time for your very own life.
I am grateful to you, because from you I learned,
to give without expectation.
 

• 1. Idiom: Um den heißen Brei herumreden
• 2. Idiom: Sand ins Getriebe streuen

Third World War

Petros, Johann and Franz
were working in a factory building tanks
Petros, Johann and Franz
became inseparable building tanks
 
Petros, Johann and Franz
were working for Brown, Fisher and Kraft
and Brown, Fisher and Kraft
became inseparable building a corporate trust
 
Petros, Johann and Franz
were carefree working on the tanks still
they had never read Marx
they didn't know anything about trusts and about crashes
 
Brown, Fisher and Kraft
split into Brown, Fisher and Kraft
Brown, Fisher and Kraft
quickly became enemies and dissolved the trust
 
And before they learned what Marx said
they were taken as soldiers, they went to war
Petros, Johann and Franz
fell as heroes under the tanks
 
Brown, Fisher and Kraft
reflected and found that all is Marx's fault
Brown, Fisher and Kraft
joined up again and rebuilt the corporate trust
 

Maiden's Tears

How few of bald-shaved're in this building,
How few of them're in other homes.
How few of bald-shaved're out of prison,
So many more are doing time.
 
I'll tell you of the dreams,
I'll tell you what it's like,
I'll tell you where pain is,
I'll tell you what is high...
 
All maiden's tears're just a bluff,
They'll only last until the spring.
The spring will pass, and separation pain will too,
And like a dream your childish dreams will melt like snow in spring.
 
© St.Sol @ LT: all rights reserved.

What Should I Do With (Just) This

Versions: #2
What should I do with (just) this
Me getting two kisses from you, secretly
What should I do with (just) this
 
What should I do with (just) this
Every look (we give to each other) setting a fire
What should I do with (just) this
 
In every dream I think
That I can touch you
And every time we meet, I lose you
What should I do with (just) this
 
I want, you, in this lifetime
To be more important to me than myself
To be able to see, anytime
That I could die for you
Me loving you and you loving me
What should I do with (just) this
You are forbidden to, I am not allowed to
Have something more (with each other)
 
What should I do with (just) this
The loudly beating heart
What should I do with (just) this
 
What should I do with (just) this
Me stealing a hug for you, secretly
What should I do with (just) this
 
In every dream I think
That I can touch you
And every time we meet, I lose you
What should I do with (just) this
 
I want, you, in this lifetime
To be more important to me than myself
To be able to see, anytime
That I could die for you
Me loving you and you loving me
What should I do with (just) this
You are forbidden to, I am not allowed to
Have something more (with each other)
 

Just like the colourings of your eyes.

Your stare was carved into two pieces
with some bitter freshly painted tears.
And you told me at the crack of dawn 'get me out of here'.
And you chose some drunk words over silence.
Like it or not, the years go by
just like the colourings of your eyes.
And you are now afraid.
Like it or not, the years go by
just like the colourings of your eyes.
You should always remember this advice of mine.
The romances that left you devoid [of company]
have helped you leave with a simple 'goodbye'.
And yet, one night, you forgot one door open
and a matchbox with your name written upon it.
 
Οι μεταφράσεις μου μέχρι ένα εφικτό σημείο είναι δικές μου. Δέχομαι βελτιώσεις μόνο αν θεωρώ ότι κάποια μετάφρασή μου έχει παράδοθεί ελλιπής ή εντελώς εσφαλμένη.
My translations are mine up to a considerable extent. I accept improvements only if I consider that any translation of mine has been delivered inaccurate or completely wrong.

To your body's palaces

Since I was a child they kept telling me
you don't live into a fairytale
princesses and princes
don't live in the same house.
 
But I never listened to
what others said
scumbag they called me
and stubborn.
 
To god you send me
and from hell you take me
when I look at you
(in fear) of loosing you how scared I am.
To god you send me
my mind you con
into your hidden paths
to your body's palaces
into your hidden paths
to your body's palaces.
 
And now that I grew up
I found the meaning
colour was given to my life
and got imagination.
 
Even if it was never written
from the world's books
the fairytale became
a true story.
 
To god you send me
and from hell you take me
when I look at you
(in fear) of loosing you how scared I am.
To god you send me
my mind you con
into your hidden paths
to your body's palaces
into you hidden paths
to your body's palaces.
 

You don't convince

I guess I wasn't so understanding
There is no more return for you
So save your breath you've become a past
And what we have experienced together in the archives have entered...
 
Not convincing...
Your words are reminiscent of bad repetitions, not convincing
Not convincing...
Good boy you are nothing but only a bum, do not convince...
On your knees, even if you come the train won't return
To leave and free in the mediocre you love
Living, not convincing, not convincing...
 
I guess I wasn't so understanding
That when we're done, you'll have a place in my heart
But they tricked you, the time changed
And you are Unnecessary in my many plans...
 

Motherland

Touching the three great oceans,
It lies, spreading its cities about,
Covered by grid of meridians,
Invincible, wide and proud.
 
But in an hour, when the last grenade
Already primed in your hand
And in a brief moment a need to remember, before it's late
All, what we've left in a distant land,
 
What you remember, is not a big country, with no end,
The one you travelled and new so good,
You do remember, the one and only Motherland,
The way you saw it in your childhood.
 
A piece of land, adjacent to the three birch trees,
A distant road behind the forest,
A little river with a creaky ferriage,
A sandy river bank with low osier-bed.
 
That's where we were lucky to be born,
Where for the rest of our life, till death we found
The handful of earth, that is good for
To see the signs in it, of the land around.
 
Yes, you can survive the heat, thunderstorm, disease,
Yes, you can starve and freeze,
Go to die... But this three birch trees
Can not be given to anyone, while you alive and breathe.
 
1941
 

Open Letter

To a woman from the town Vichuga
 
I must inform you, 'tis my sad lot,
That didn't reach the addressee
The letter, that in mailbox you dropped
Sometime ago, so shamelessly.
 
The letter your husband didn't get,
He wasn't wounded by vulgar lines,
He didn't tremble, nor gone mad,
He didn't cursed all, from good old times.
 
When he led his fighters against the foes
Into attack near the ruined station,
The stupid harshness of your words
Luckily, didn't torment him, I'd like to mention.
 
When he was walking hard and swayed,
While tightened with rag his bloody wound,
The letter from you was still on it's way,
Luckily, it was too soon.
 
When on the stones he fell that eve
And death has cut short his final breath,
He still didn't received,
Luckily, your written mess.
 
I can inform you, that right there,
We wrapped him in the soldier's cape,
At night near the city square
We buried him without delay.
 
A poplar, like a sign by the grave
A tin star is standing there...
And I forgot, that you, by the way,
Perhaps, completely do not care.
 
The letter was brought, before the sun was out...
And because the addressee was dead,
We read it between ourselves aloud-
So you have to forgive us soldiers for that.
 
Perhaps, your memory is short
Then on behalf of the whole regiment,
By common wish we thought
To remind you the content..
 
You wrote, that almost a year has gone,
Since you've met your new man.
And old one, even if he will return,
You, anyway don't give a damn.
 
That troubless life you live,
You live well and by the way, you took a chance,
And now, you have no need to receive
The lieutenant's small allowance.
 
That he shouldn't wait for letters from you
And didn't bother you again...
Precisely, 'didn't bother' you...
You chose the words that brings more pain.
 
And that was all. And nothing else
We patiently read it, there were no sound,
All those words, that just for him
In hour of need, in your soul you've found.
 
'Husband'. 'The allowance''Don't bother'...
So, where did you lose your soul?
After all, he was a soldier, a brother!
And we're with him for you were dying , after all.
 
I do not wish to judge you from above,
Not everyone wins with separation fight,
Not all are capable of eternal love,-
Unfortunately, everything can happen in life.
 
But how could you, I do not understand,
The cause of death without fear to become,
So indifferently, all of a sudden, a plague you've sent
In an envelope to us at the front.
 
Well, let's say, he is not loved, your man,
Let's say, you don't need him, it's the end,
Let's say, you will live with another, madam
God help him, be it a husband or a friend.
 
But the soldier is not to blame
Because he doesn't have the leave,
That third year in row he remains,
In harm's way, while defending you from enemies.
 
So, why couldn't you write at all
Let's say the bitter words, but fair,
If you couldn't find them in your soul-
Then you should've borrow them anywhere.
 
Luckily, we have in our motherland,
Enough of woman with pure soul and mind,
They would've honor you , and then
They would've wrote for you these lines.
 
They would've found for you the words,
To ease some strangers woes,
We bow before them our heads to earth,
For their great soul we bow.
 
Not to you, but to other woman,
Taken away from us by war,
We want to write about you to them,
And let them know, what we're blame you for,
 
That here, at the front, their men,
Sometime fighting inside their soul, alone,
With anxious trepidation waiting for them
Before the fight, the letters from home.
 
We've read yours, it didn't do us any good
Now, the bitterness torment us in secret:
What if you're not alone, who could?
What if someone else will get it?
 
To court of our distant wives
We'll send you, you've slendered them
And planted doubts in our lives
You gave us a reason for a moment.
 
Let them occused you, mam,
That soul of bird you hid,
That you as a wife and woman
Were posing since you were married.
 
And your ex husband, he is killed, whence
All is good. Live now with the one you've got.
Alas, the dead one will not offend
In the letter, with long unnecessary word.
 
Live without fear of guilt, forevermore,
He will not write, he won't reply
And when he returns to city from the war,
He won't meet you with another walking by.
 
Only for one more thing, to forgive him
You have to, because, madam,
Perhaps, for a month more will bring
For you the letters, your local postman.
 
There is nothing can be done-
The bullet faster than a letter flyes.
The letters will in September come,
But he was killed, already in July.
 
Every line is about you in them,
For you, it's not pleasant of course-
Then on behalf of the whole regiment
I'm taking back his words.
 
So, from us, at the end, do except
Our content, as a farewell.
You don't deserve our respect
Comrades of arms of the deceased
 
On behalf of the officers of the regiment
K. Simonov
 

A Chaos With You

Which one of your two faces
Are you wearing before I come to see you
Your demon's anger,
Or your angel's laugh, I wonder
Your mood is changing
A thousand colors during the day
Scare me like an ambush
And they are leading me to - to escape
 
They promise me the universe,
I prefer a chaos with you
They told me I am wrong
But I didn't hear anyone of them, my love.
A chaos with you
My life is a sweet giddiness
At the cliff without brakes
You are leading me and I take the responsibility
 
Which one of your two faces
Tries to withstand our truth
Your unfair outbursts
Or the 'yes's you are saying just for avoidance
In our case, the victim
Or the perpetrator you want to be
You are the last step
At my cliff or Deus ex machina
 
They promise me the universe,
I prefer a chaos with you
They told me I am wrong
But I didn't hear anyone of them, my love.
A chaos with you
My life is a sweet giddiness
At the cliff without brakes
You are leading me and I take the responsibility
 

How long?

I'm turning around in our home, alone, and I'm smoking
I lost my self, I can't recognize my self
I'm watching our old fotos and I'm crying
I wish you were here tonight for a while, so I could touch you
 
How long I have to wait, how long I have to insist?
How long I have to love you, How long to suffer
 
The memories always are coming in my mind
I'm thinking in the nights in my dreams about what we have passed through
I couldn't overcome you never, I miss you and I'm suffering.
And with my thoight I'm trying to bring you to me
 
How long I have to wait, how long I have to insist?
How long I have to love you, How long to suffer
 

M-am îndrăgostit de ochii tăi

M-am îndrăgostit de ochii tăi
Sărutările tale m-au vrăjit
Nu mai știu încotro mă îndrept
Am luat-o razna din cauza ta
M-am regăsit și m-am pierdut
Nu-mi pasă care va fi finalul
Te vreau
 
S-a aprins focul deodată
După o singură privire, am crezut în tine
Greșeală sau nu, oriunde aș ajunge
O să te urmez, vreau să trăiesc asta
Spune-mi cum faci asta
Mor și trăiesc în mâinile tale
 
M-am îndrăgostit de ochii tăi
Sărutările tale m-au vrăjit
Nu mai știu încotro mă îndrept
Am luat-o razna din cauza ta
M-am regăsit și m-am pierdut
Nu-mi pasă care va fi finalul
Te vreau
 
Cum să-mi imaginez un asemene scenariu
Am căzut în luptă și alta nu mai există
Cu un sărut de al tău mi s-a schimbat viața
Mi s-a schimbat traiectoria și tu ai devenit unica
Spune-mi cum faci asta
Mor și trăiesc în mâinile tale
 
M-am îndrăgostit de ochii tăi
Sărutările tale m-au vrăjit
Nu mai știu încotro mă îndrept
Am luat-o razna din cauza ta
M-am regăsit și m-am pierdut
Nu-mi pasă care va fi finalul
Te vreau
 

With You

It doesn't have an end
what me and you live
the arrow of the compass
will tell us where we'll go.
I don't mind where
with you I'll go everywhere
there isn't a point for me to be somewhere else
since I have you.
 
With you I don't mind
since my heart screams to go forward
with you it excites me
that every moment seems like a dream
with you the world changes
and that is all I care about
with you the world changes
and that is all I care about
 
Until the end
we'll be dancing together
and this end
will just be a beginning
I don't mind where
with you I'll go everywhere
there isn't a point for me to be somewhere else
since I have you.
 
With you I don't mind
since my heart screams to go forward
with you it excites me
that every moment seems like a dream
with you the world changes
and that is all I care about
with you the world changes
and that is all I care about
 

Excuses

You made excuses and left
But in your glance there was no guilt
You'll always sell your promises
But you never learned to hold them close to you.
 
You, who reacted like that
When I told you that you don't love me
How you spent those dreams
And they swore that you only lived for us.
 
You have them confused somewhere in your mind
You can't even find them with yourself.
 
You made excuses and left
But in your glance there was no guilt
You'll always sell your promises
But you never learned to hold them close to you.
 
You, who didn't even try
How could you think of a life without us?
How you always talked to me
About how much I love you and how much you love me
 
You have them confused somewhere in your mind
You can't even find them with yourself.
 
You made excuses and left
But in your glance there was no guilt
You'll always sell your promises...
 
-Βασιλική Οικονομοπούλου

Alpha Male

Punk and gentleman at the same time.
All the glares in the club,
I magnet them with every chance,
because that's the way I like it, the way I like it.
 
I have the tendency to take what I want
and you, my baby, I want you.
Born to be number one
and having people take their hats off.
 
You ask me what I'm doing, it's called success.
I reach the sky and beyond.
You aske me if I have the guts to make you mine,
ma baby, I can take you and two more (bis)
Like an Alpha Male!
 
Irresistible from birth,
charmer and heartbreaker.
With women always a fighter,
teacher, never a student.
 
I have the tendency to take what I want
and you, my baby, I want you.
Born to be number one
and having people take their hats off.
 
You ask me what I'm doing, it's called success.
I reach the sky and beyond.
You aske me if I have the guts to make you mine,
ma baby, I can take you and two more (bis)
Like an Alpha Male!
 

How much

If I looked into your eyes, I'd see
The blue of the ocean
A heavenly line after the rain
You bring colour into my life.
 
If I kiss your lips I will dream
A world with you is enough
Let's wake up holding each other in the morning
Smile, it gives me life...
 
How much I want you next to me
You are my heartbeat
How much I love you
How much you make my day
Only with a 'hello'
You came and I am living my dream.
 
If I looked into your eyes, I'd see
The love that was missing for so long
A sun that rises in the east
And finds us in an embrace in the morning
 
How much I want you next to me
You are my heartbeat
How much I love you
How much you make my day
Only with a 'hello'
You came and I am living my dream.
 
-Βασιλική Οικονομοπούλου

What Should I Do With That

What should I do with that
That I get two kisses from you secretly,
What should I do with that
 
What should I do with that
That each eye sets a fire
What should I do with that
 
In every dream I think
That I catch you
And when we find each other, I lose you
What should I do with that
 
I want to have you, in this life
Higher than myself1
(I want you) to be able to see whenever it's needed
That I could die for you
Because I love you and you love me
What should I do with that
You must not, I am not allowed to
That something more2..
 
What should I do with that
That the heart is beating loudly
What should I do with that
 
What should I do with that
That I steal a hug for you, secretly
What should I do with that
 
In every dream I think
That I catch you
And when we find each other, I lose you
What should I do with that
 
I want to have you, in this life
Higher than myself1
(I want you) to be able to see whenever it's needed
That I could die for you
Because I love you and you love me
What should I do with that
You must not, I am not allowed to
That something more2..
 

• If a person A has a person B higher than themselves, it means that the person B is very important for the person A.
• The singer and his love interest aren't allowed to have something more than what they already have.