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Trouble Passes

Always the same story, my heart fell to love
Every separation is the same, lonely people are different
Always the same excitement, same childish dream
It's always the same, everything is the same as if it's the same
 
It passes like the previous ones
This is what passed, what did not pass
They fall again, my crazy heart falls to love
I'm in love
 
It's always the same loneliness, the same familiar rush
I'm a little crazy like that, stay like that for a moment
Anyhow
 
It passes like the previous ones
This is what passed, what did not
They fall again, my crazy heart falls to love
I'm in love
 

Vai vai

Nu mă poți pune în locul mâinilor
Nu-ți pot distruge inima, spune ce vină am eu
Nu mă poți pune în locul mâinilor
Nu-ți pot distruge inima, spune ce vină am eu
 
Fără tine chipul meu nu râde
Viața este o tristețe crudă
Și eu am tras atâtea probleme
Știu să te consolez
 
Acum dacă tu ai pleca așa
Spune-mi cine îmi trage versurile
Tu nu te întrista scumpul meu aceasta este suferinta din dragoste
Eu trag pentru cine
 
Vai vai dacă m-ai lăsa
Cad cel mai adânc
Vai vai dacă te-ai pierde
Numele meu iese
 
Ege Kökenli

Broken Glass

Leave a hello.
Again I gave a greeting to loneliness.
Goodbye valentine.
There's always a sadness.
 
I know he's still silent.
Love goes again.
Again, it hurts again.
The city is on fire again.
 
Give me a message.
I'm a light weaker.
Come out of the crust.
She is not already.
 
The wound is not deep.
Nobody knows the truth.
A broken glass.
Your absence is still sad.
 

The Little Hen

Versions: #2
The little hen has said 'enough,
I will not lay eggs any longer.
To hell with this damned salary
that has enslaved me for so long.
 
And if I can't resist making eggs,
I will get myself a constipation:
No hot or cold eggs whatsoever
for him who takes advantage of me.'
 
The hen has said no.
Long live the revolution!
 
'In exchange for some grains of wheat
you have taken away my power to fly,
but, I swear, this won't continue!
I have a whole life before me.
And I won't just await my fate:
once I get rid of my executioner
there will not be any more risk
in hens keeping each other informed.'
 
The hen has said no.
Long live the revolution!
 
'And the roosters claiming my bed,
I will pick the healthy and brave ones,
for I'm fed up with those impotent ones
that make me spend such boring nights.
Let me put it forever on record
that nothing about me is virgin
and that you are not going to see me
get another constipation there.'
 
The hen has said no.
Long live the revolution!