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The White Birds

Near my house there was
An apple tree and white lilac
Under the flowers of the dew
And an old bench for the kids.
My hair was flying in the wind
And grandpa sang cheerfully,
The birds came from the fields
With a sad and hurtful word.
 
Farewell flowers near the old bench,
Farewell you two.
Under the blue sky the lovers
Were both of us.
My only friend doesn’t know
That he will go away.
Near the old bench, the white birds
Are waiting for him, singing.
 
Grandpa, don’t go away,
I want to grow up with you.
You warm the house,
And on my cheeks are shivers.
Take me in the woods
By the water, drowned in blue
The birds dressed in white
Will fly away, burning my eyes.
 
Farewell flowers near the old bench,
Farewell you two.
Under the blue sky the lovers
Were both of us.
My only friend doesn’t know
That he will go away.
Near the old bench, the white birds
Are waiting for him, singing.
 

Păsările albe

Aveam, lângă casa mea,
Un măr și liliac alb.
Sub florile înrourate
Și o bancă veche pentru copii
Părul îmi zbura în vânt,
Și bunicul cânta vesel.
Păsările au venit de pe câmp
Cu un cuvânt trist și dureros.
 
Adio florilor de lângă vechea bancă,
Adio voi doi.
Sub cerul albastru îndrăgostiții
Eram noi doi.
Singurul meu prieten, el nu știe
Că va pleca.
Lângă vechea bancă, păsările albe
Îl așteaptă cântând.
 
Bunicule, nu pleca,
Vreau să cresc cu tine,
Tu încălzești casa
Și obrajii mei se înfioară.
Du-mă în pădure,
Lângă apa înecată în albastru.
Păsările îmbrăcate în alb
Or să zboare, arzându-mi ochii.
 
Adio florilor de lângă vechea bancă,
Adio voi doi.
Sub cerul albastru îndrăgostiții
Eram noi doi.
Singurul meu prieten, el nu știe
Că va pleca.
Lângă vechea bancă, păsările albe
Îl așteaptă cântând.
Lângă vechea bancă, păsările albe
Îl așteaptă cântând.
 

Living

One, two, three, four
 
There is something inside of me
There is something great coming
I'm in and out front door
Up and down stairways
In and out front doors
You can't catch time
I just want to live
 
Running after life's tail
Always not right now
I hear the westerly wind speak
Are you living or running?
 
I just want to live
We can live if you want
The two of us could just live
Just be
 
I just want to live
We can live if you want
The two of us could just live
Just be
 
There is something inside of you
An entangled dash
You're in an out main doors
Up and down back stairs
In and out front doors
Pressing on the red buttons
We just want to live
 
Running after life's tail
Always not right now
I hear the westerly wind speak
Are you living or running?
 
I just want to live
We can live if you want
The two of us could just live
Just be
 
I just want to live
We can live if you want
The two of us could just live
Just be
 
I've accepted
I'll never get everything under control
There are enough obstacles
On the paths I've chosen
I've fallen enough
But I laughed as I fell
Do it as you want
But promise me not to do it half
 
I just want to live
We can live if you want
The two of us could just live
Just be
 
I just want to live
We can live if you want
The two of us could just live
Just be
 

Endless Anger

You tear off even the last shreds of light from me
leaving behind only pure disgust
My blood freezes even though heart still beats
My endless anger eats everything on its path
 
To ash I forge
your mind, your body
to millions of pieces
without leaving one trace
you reject your earthy life here (x2)
 
I walk like on hot stones
There is no peace in my mind
Black clouds in the sky scream the foreshadows
bringing the message of rage again
 
To ash I forge
your mind, your body
to millions of pieces
without leaving one trace
you reject your earthy life here (x2)
 
The world is not ready
although so is claimed
When the flames of my rage strike
all this is decided
If you follow this path
take your steps carefully
Everywhere my anger burns
with creeping shadows behind
 
To ash I forge
your mind, your body
to millions of pieces
without leaving one trace
you reject your earthy life here (x2)
 
without leaving one trace
you reject your earthy life here (x2)
 

Cree

Detta way,
Yo Countree, it's our country
You know how badness is
(Countree Hype music)
War, can't bawl cree
Tell the craft man, say, we're full of technique.
Make him feel like we're good (people) and then it's R.I.P.
Show up at 'em night-nights celebration coz our hearts are clean.
Nah, they say they're doing it but they don't do it like us.
The guns, they're nuff (a lot).
Warrior is here too, what have they heard of?
Open up the 'TEC and let the air out.
Everybody in the way, they have to clear out.
Light switch, duppy bat flipping
Don't do lots of talking.
No chatting.
Don't argue put some bullets in dome
Money more than bad bitches
And I know some savage (people) that give no chances
Bullet sending y'all home.
Go for my chopper (yeah),
Fuck yah mother
(Yeah)
Our money's stacked high till it's bursting out the suitcase (yeah, yeah).
I dropped by my dawgs and got a tracker (yeah)
Set up a boy in his place (yeah, yeah)
I'm still bad, solo
See me on a one-way (street)
Entourage, I'm bad by myself
But now am rolling with my niggas that look rough with their hair not combed.
(yeah)
A couple of niggas
A couple of takers that don't laugh blaze the chrome
What they finna do more than pull (out the gun)
Head shot stop the gap
Shoot and praise the Lord
Don't tell me 'bout no fucking cops
These yutes here are cowards.
They are like pussies that are under a frock.
Man go pull up on their block, Watch the shots
Open and go knock
Can't bawl cree, say we're full of technique
Let him feel like we're good and then it's R.I.P.
Show up at their nine-nights coz our hearts are clean.
 
Juveniles aren't gonna trick me
Step to me how should I know he's a pickeney?
I say one into the chamber, trigger fingers is itchy.
Why are they calling the ambulance for?
Hearse, is what he's going to want.
Better yall chill.
Can't even take a joke
So, it's better yall chill. If they diss, it's gunshots
Even my gal knows what's up
(Yeah)
Burst it, burst it up,
Upon them
Coz this ain't no conference, action, aim and squeeze.
Shot is ripping his body in fifty pieces.
Boys are dying and dropping and and up to now they cant believe.
 
For the enemy, looks like they think we don't have the remedy
It's rubber upon the grip
I pressed it up and sent them to the cemetery.
Poof and disappeared
Only thing that's left is just the memory , yeah
They ain't bad like us.
Tell the craft man, say, we're full of technique.
 
Show up at 'em night-nights celebration coz our hearts are clean.
Nuff say they do it but Nah, they don't do it like us.
The guns, they're nuff (a lot).
Warrior is here too, what have they heard of?
Anybody's head in the way is gonna get blown off.