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On the familiar side of the sky

[Verse 1]
Yo, L.O.
Fuck it all, fuck it all, fuck it all
My foot on your head in the turnstile
Stay in your room, contemplate what I accomplish
My genius is no longer misunderstood
Their hope of success compressed into a tupperware
Nothing has changed, I'm superior
I'm thinking about what those assholes took from me
While another octagen losesher reason in this tablet
I won't just be the first seeing what my words generate
Scrutinized by Orwell's eyes
The competition is wearing sarouels
I'm gonna love you in the bathroom, why not?
Essential, like King Heenok
L.O.R.D. is the future on track
Spit on your filthy graves
 
[Bridge]
I'm the favorite rapper of your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Afraid you've bloomed that I'm going to scare you and I'll end up with Les Enfoirés
 
[Verse 2]
The child of the century is the only one
Another sealed destiny
Revenge is eaten salty
I benefit from celestial weapons
Only mix with souls that rise
I'm going to make all my people famous
This is the team you selected
We'll cut them off
Another career in the spotlight
A single wheel on the design like a benzer on the seleçao
It's the villains I intend to accelerate
I look back, I think it's light, it's light, I see you've given up
Another son of a bitch who made a mistake
I cover them with sperm and Dom Pé'
Let it count, let it count, let it count
My music tells the story of the expected, expected, expected effect
Are you good? If not, know that we're going to leave each other
You just got out of the nightclub, you'd like to discuss
But you see, it's only between two cars that I show you my promiscuity
I didn't come from the hood, but I surprise you
She stirs all her fat on reggaeton
 
[Bridge]
I'm the favorite rapper of your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Afraid you've bloomed that I'm going to scare you and I'll end up with Les Enfoirés
 
[Verse 3]
I'm in this shit just like the double M
Speaks in ruble, yen or Bitcoin
Let your silence speak when the beat hits
I'm on your TV, I'm in the heads of these little bitches
Flash news: Internet kills emos
We'll crush your ego on Death Boulevard
All will is flattened under our ten tons
You hear my words that strike you
Their future is to post emoticons
What wouldn't you do for likes?
Cause the lens flare, the lens ignites or I killed your Leika
I feel like Michael J, their hearts implode when I take the mic
Your last memory of me is the sole of my Nike
We've copulated your female, we're going to copulate your femen
Talk Thai in your beard, know we're gonna make you eat your nems
The price of featuring is three times the GDP of Yemen
Tell me what's going on?
I'll break your head in the Plexiglas
'L.O.R.D., your text is hitting'
I just send a message, I end up in your slut in a classy textile
 
[Intro]
Ya, L.O.
Sku, sku
 
[Chorus]
Majeur-Mineur
We want to be on the same page as the sky, not the flames of hell, sku
I'm fucked up, do you know what's in my firm hands?
Sku, sku, sku
On the familiar side of the sky, not the flames of hell, L.O.
On the familiar side of the sky
 
[Verse]
Fuck your fairy tail
Black flag, it was the draft among the least brilliant draft of my embryo
You see me screaming, yeah, I'm brilliant
The Church comes out of the mouths of children, do not deny this truth
Listen 'Keep your mojo', I'm the bug in your SCART socket
Manipulates the audience as a TV series editor
She knows my name, bitch does blowjob
Who can tell me that my success is not deserved?
Go down the black slope and I'll tie you to the skis
I make love to her on Tchaikovsky
I just want you to know that we're making history as in Emily Ratajkowski
L.O, L.O, L.O
A star on the jersey, two in the sky if she wants three on her mouth and four on Uber
Five in the hoste, hostel, hostel
Beep my phone, phone, phone
Condensed purchasing power in cello', cello', cello'
I'm going to revive Bercy
Youth loses its neurons in an air supply
I'm in Milan, the salesman assimilates all my requests
I answer grazie mille then arrivederci
 
[Chorus]
Majeur-Mineur
We want to be on the same page as the sky, not the flames of hell, sku
I'm fucked up, do you know what's in my firm hands?
Sku, sku, sku
On the familiar side of the sky, not the flames of hell, L.O.
On the familiar side of the sky
 

The Child of the Century Pt. III

[Verse 1]
Why are you talking about my color? What's wrong with my color?
Tell them that the new white guy will sodomize their sire in pain (yes, yes)
You have to tick the box, tick it, fill it with twenty-three centimetres (ouh) of envious people's mouths
For you, I have few feelings, don't ask me if I'm ready, I was already ready when I felt born
Come to the world at war but I propagate nothing but this love
Failure is impossible like Marcelo in Barcelona
My head in the city, all the walls overlap while a brother is being judged for skin color
The happiness of the rich is the misfortune of the poor, only in the danger that true nature is discovered
The limit is the sky and the sky is infinite (ohlabanks)
All human stupidity in the curves of the bikini
Get into the game with hostile verses on a front salto
I respect my counterparts but I want their heads cut off with a sword on a silver platter
 
[Pre-chorus]
We do our things in silence, young freelance entrepreneur
Paramour in finance, my sister is the president
Does our things in silence, young freelance entrepreneur
Paramour in finance, success is only a matter of course
 
[Chorus]
This is the child of the century there (skula), olup, no time
Crown on my head, I'm calm, I'm preparing for the storm
I only hear the sky, you got it, olup
To success, I'm doomed, it's been my year for three years
 
[Verse 2]
If you're counting on luck, honestly, I can't do much for you, surrounded under my glasses
Ask yourself what you think you know, I warned you I'd build the empire by singing a song, no
Weed in the mouth, difficult to articulate
I succeed the day I buy a private mansion from the woman who gave birth to me
Every new flow can wake the dead, I've come to change the norms
It's hard to believe he's from this world, I went from kebab to salmon fillet
I listen only to my primitive instinct (ohlabanks)
I arrive all in leather in slow motion like Trinity, under weed, under lean, in loss of speed, an accident is quickly avoided
I create rappers, I do a new business, I fill out their loyalty card
I write the story in italics on glossy paper (yes, yes)
Young aspiring artist, keep going, if you haven't made it, it's because you haven't done enough
 
[Pre-chorus]
We do our things in silence, young freelance entrepreneur
Paramour in finance, my sister is the president
Does our things in silence, young freelance entrepreneur
Paramour in finance, success is only a matter of course
 
[Chorus]
This is the child of the century there (skula), olup, no time
Crown on my head, I'm calm, I'm preparing for the storm
I only hear the sky, you got it, olup
To success, I'm doomed, it's been my year for three years
 

A Heart of Stone in an Empty Body

[Intro]
I can't quantify the ambition in my hands
I was stupid to think that my success would make my people proud
Another heart of stone in an empty body
The fates dance on the roads out of the firmament
The sky cries to erase our deformities
But formally forbid us to approach the sordid souls
 
[Verse 1]
I don't know where I'm going I just know where the effort is leading me
In Paris at night I saw her, put on her dress
I couldn't have thought that the devil was taking on human form
Love died in a street without a lantern
Why make history without doing so in the long term?
We want water on Mars
We don't know what our brains contain
Melancholy makes me firm
I felt so good thinking of hurting you
Whatever the content, whatever the form
Nobody cares, it's not just about reform
Nothing is clarified
As our dignity fades into a handkerchief full of chloroform
 
[Chorus]
Another heart of stone in an empty body
Another heart of stone in an empty body
 
[Verse 2]
Hope or prestige? Huh?
God is a patient artist
In this grey world my reflection freezes like Dorian Gray
Remnants of the first regrets without a second degree
I can't do it without the admiration in the eyes of passers-by
The past taunts us by erasing itself
I spent nights but I didn't give in
I felt possessed
Black wings overhang me
I feel the breath of the *sht* in my neck
I saw his eyes reddened with blood in the night
Without signing the invalid contract
When you have, you lose
When you lose, you cry
The stars drown in the blood of the viaduct
My hip-hop is sizzling
I grew up in those laughable times
And I'm just a symbol he embodies
History is written in the bark
But is not credible
I didn't predict that hypocrisy
It's the devil without the horns
I'm just an unwanted kid, I'm not miraculous
You were born at midnight, but what time do you die?
We'll just have to let them kill each other on an immaculate red sky
The shadow that follows me keeps getting bigger and bigger
In the image of my ambition
I had dark desires, boundaries to cross
I saw the abyssal emptiness reflecting my condition
Gastric ring dies on the President's little finger
My brain smokes, the steam escapes from the laboratory as molecular food
I use public speaking, they look at me hesitantly
Jealous of my labor wrongly
Dream of a life of opulence, will end popular
Crows eat worms from their eyeballs
So I take a selfie since it's obvious
 
[Chorus]
Another heart of stone in an empty body
Another heart of stone in an empty body
 
[Verse 3]
An empty body, a heart of stone under a rampart of tears
I'm not afraid of losing what separates my wounds
I will end up displeasing like the departure of an educated father in error
I'm here for the money and erogenous zones
Open my chest if you want mi corazon
Corrosive feeling, how to cauterize?
I grew up on the tarmac in kerosene vapors
It made it more seated, know that we're not there
Then we ended up in acid rain
I had my lungs blackened as the background of Etex Street
Your criticisms will be valid when you have read my texts
Close to the gods of nature as an Aboriginal person
Pride is just a pretext
Public stunned by my range of tessitura
The world is not so dull but it crushes our bones
I'm in a taciturn mood, your reflection lasts forever
I feel like Copernicus in front of Saturn's ring
Leave them in troubles with glock in the windpipe
I don't swallow words, I'd rather spit
Our reflections fade like old stencils
And I'm just a fisherman of hindering sins
I should judge our choices, but the sky will do it
Another umpteenth night where darkness wades over me
If the Bible teaches you humility, why do you shout about your presence in church?
My ambition is the size of her desire I was alone in the desert in the depths of my grey matter
I was just a rotating soul
My feelings are defenestrated
Lost in fears that my youth creates
There are very few witnesses to my early days
The heart pierced by two bullets of cement
You forget I'm coming down from the sky
L.O.R., just a divine testimony from the child of the century
 
[Chorus]
Another heart of stone in an empty body
Another heart of stone in an empty body
 
[Outro]
L.O, L.O
Another heart of stone in an empty body
Hey, hey, hey
 

Ice Flowers

The day is hurrying out of the town
she drinks enough from her shades
and reveals her true face
the puddles are already shimmering like ice
In the sky a silver stripe shines
the evening turns dew to hoarfrost
 
The bloodlessness that snows from our cheeks
makes us beautiful like angels
They should go on their knees and pray that
the moon remains overcast
 
We are like Ice Flowers
We're blooming in the night
We are like Ice Flowers
Too beautiful for the day
We are like Ice Flowers
Cold and Black is our Power
Ice Flowers blooming in the night
 
The Morning turns hoarfrost to dew
the day makes everything bright and rough
We dress in sadness
but when the day's gone then is coming our time
Who wants to shine then the one should flee from the light
the one faces the night
 
The Morning turns hoarfrost to dew
the day makes everything bright and rough
We dress in sadness
but when the day's gone then is coming our time
Who wants to shine then the one should flee from the light
the one faces the night
 
We are like Ice Flowers
We're blooming in the night
We are like Ice Flowers
Too beautiful for the day
We are like Ice Flowers
Cold and Black is our Power
Ice Flowers blooming in the night
 
Ice Flowers...
We are like Ice Flowers
Too beautiful
 
We are like Ice Flowers
We're blooming in the night
We are like Ice Flowers
Too beautiful for the day
We are like Ice Flowers
Cold and Black is our Power
Ice Flowers blooming in the night
 
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I am Moana!

[Tala:]
I know a girl from a land
She's not like others
The lover of the sea & her people
The proud of the family
 
Sometimes the world is against you
The migration leaves the scar on the heart
It'll be cured, & show your place/grade!
 
The people's love supports you
Your knowledge leads you every instant
No one can silence the call inside you
 
When the call whispers
you're far from home
Moana, listen!
Who are you as the call tells you?
 
[Moana:]
Who am I?!
A girl, the lover of her land
A girl, the lover of the sea
It calls me
 
I'm the daughter of the chief of our people
My descendant from voyagers
The voyaged the width of the world
They call me
 
I delivered you to this place
I've gone farther
My existence is full of what I've learned
Every moment it calls me
 
& the call isn't from outside
It's (just) from inside
Like a wave, Sometimes is short, Sometimes is long
 
I call you inside while I'm in danger
You remind me
I know the way!
 
I am Moana!
 
Hello! Hope you enjoy the Persian lyrics♪

That man with the white hair

No one knows for how long
he carried his bitterness,
how I remember my old man
and his many adventures.
 
The years passed him by
in his face, in his hair,
and transformed his smile
only for a grimace.
 
If on your way you encounter
a crying man,
tell him that in my daily prayers
I pronounce his name.
 
He has sad eyes for gestures,
his heart is wounded,
he's old with white hair,
his gaze is filled with love.
 
That man with the white hair
who in the good and in the bad
always knew how to respond,
he was poor in his infancy,
he was a little ignorant
but he managed to overcome it.
 
If on your way you encounter
a crying man,
tell him that in my daily prayers
I pronounce his name.
 
Walker of a thousand paths,
of towns and old streets,
where his years have remained
where his sorrows have ended.
 

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Fetița care plânge la petrecerile tale

Se balansează un leagăn gol deasupra capului meu,
Se balansează prin cimitirul voinței mele.
Continui să o caut pe fetița care plânge la petrecerile tale,
Sună clopote înflorite pentru funerariul meu.
 
Privește-mă! Cu steaua polară la picioarele mele
Mă întorc acasă pierdută încă o dată,
Pentru că nu știu cum să fac să nu te ador.
 
Se balansează un leagăn gol atingând nisipul.
Lasă urmele îngerului căzut trecând.
Urme care mereu mă duc spre tine. Elixir
Precum doza de viață fugitivă pe care mi-ai dat-o s-o probez.
 
Privește-mă! Cu steaua polară la picioarele mele
Mă întorc acasă pierdută încă o dată,
Pentru că nu știu cum să fac să nu te ador.
 
Mă gândesc la tine de fiecare dată când mă îndepărtez de mine,
De fiecare datâ când prefer să mor,
Din ziua în care mi-ai spus:
„Fățuca ta e un trandafir neînflorit.”
 
Privește-mă! Cu steaua polară la picioarele mele
Mă întorc acasă pierdută încă o dată,
Pentru că nu știu cum să fac să nu te ador.
 
Gândește-te la mine de fiecare dată când mă privești așa,
Iar buzele mi se cos ție
Și luna îmi pictează ochii.
 
Privește-mă!
De fiecare dată când pleci mă gândesc la tine,
De ficare dată când prefer să mor,
De fiecare dată când mă săruți așa,
De fiecare dată când pleci... Privește-mă!
 

King Eric

Flying pennants, boats gliding on water,
sunset paints Lake Mälaren,
an oar splashing, a horn reaches
the fragrant banks with its echo.
May the oar sink and the barque be free,
float with no destination for this beautiful night!
May the horn rest, may the echo stand still, too:
Eric is now playing the kantele.
 
Eric plays, the most slender kantele made of cedar
lies on his embroidered knee,
with golden strings and supple, white fingers
he creates a gentle wave of notes.
Little Karin listens to it quietly
and a grand tear conquers her eyes.
Did I make my shepherdess sad?
Eric is now playing the kantele.
 
The little boat glides on the lake,
the surface of water reflects the clouds,
Kaarina is overtaken by grief,
the images shatter at the lake's mirror.
The Moon creates a crown from its rays for you,
the stars reflect in it as diamonds.
Under the star sky of a Finnish summer night
Eric is now playing the kantele.
 
Little Karin, allow me to bring you
to Stockholm as a queen of the castle,
just tell me and I will create a golden crown
on top of your golden curls.
Eric is the prince of dreams,
he has a moon-given crown on his head.
Calm down, my child, so the crown will be yours.
Eric is now playing the kantele.
 

Saints of Prisons

It's reflex bre, it's not expressions in the texts
And I express express impressions of these with these
Texts, extremely easy to understand
That what I'm talking about is alien fairy tales,
See again I'm modest and I get to hate myself
What I feel, what I say, what I do and what I think
I need metanoia, I have a paranoia
As the world begins to take it in the direction of Goia
I do not see demons in pyramids but in parties, bratric
And combinations that seem licentious
Yes, the laws of the world are at best, hasty
And that's what you can see clearly from the figures
I see lions in a row posing in people
Wearing bowls, talking in stadiums
Contracting catarounds, commanding battalions
Bombing on planes, killing poor people
I saw the devil, not in the pentagram
Ignition Gicoane, destroying drums
Educating siphons, contesting icons
Putting on the dictates and squealing them into the tympani
I saw God working through people
Pillars in the prison resisting persecution
Indulging cold, hunger, fear and chills
As Symptoms (Symptoms) to Syndromes
And there are millions of dramas ...
Little bitch!
……………………………
 
Moment of silence
For all who have crossed the Lord through the PCR
Honor the memory of the Saints
The suffering and courage of the Confessors
Just as Brancoveanu defended himself '
Capitanu 'Codreanu, Bordeian, George Manu
Traian Trifan, Oprisan, Ogoranu
Parents Sofian and Adrian Fageteanu
Fighting for people, not ideas
By pardoning their pants too, that tells us a lot about them
And those who survived feel guilty they lived
Even though they still feel the brothers
Wonderful, great Roman people, true
For whom faith is defining it
There was no illusory victory, you have no memory
And you think a false, contradictory history
Gafencu, Naidim, Ianolide, Maxim
Parents Calciu, Papacioc and Iscu Gherasim
Parents of Lacatusu and Daniil of Rarau
And so many other powerful people for whom
Not the inconveniences and the palms
But the weaknesses and passions are the dramas
And tears are guns and when
Some saw counselors and candlesticks
The supporters went humble to the village
These characters ... yes in a world of false models
Nobody heard of them
Although they told us about the sequelae of rebellious tendencies
Divorces, and the consequences are heavy
Many are lashed, the weak succumb to blackmail and beatings
A few give courage
Hoping to change something ... Well, I would!
The regime is different, the tyrants are the same
The same thing, they did not die for nothing
Examples of dignity, demanding firmly
Justice and our Right to Identity
Faith and generation, inestimable gems!
Fishermen who kept their canvas in the waters
They kept the canvas up to the white canvas
With health at the limit, the physically destroyed
Yes with heart saying Jesus' Prayer
And then they felt warmth and comfort
And I need my father, or at least
Give me strength to be silent, so as not to send pain
So great that I would make molds with pleasure
Yes, I saw it, springing out of the Aiud Saints
And I felt the joy of the poster taking the Holy Passover into the soul
And now the little good of me is reborn
I saw the devil, a scabbling, a scream
Kneeling for holiness
You think it's metaphors until you see the stuff
What makes your doubts evaporate, rapper
I saw the devil and it was hideous
Not at Rihanna and Rick Ross, but in a vicious life style
Trying meticulous, however, useless
To turn back all the work of Christ
I love Vulcanescu, Nicoleta Nicolescu, Atanase, Stefanescu,
Jimboiu, Volanescu, Elizabeth Rizea, Rizea Dobre, Radu Gyr
Father Justin and other gods and martyrs
What do you say? Do you leave your legs in the footsteps of enemies?
Or you rise up until after the martyrs
Read among the rhymes, whatever the fictitious (fieste)
Remember: Tomorrow, no one promises you!
 

Tricolore

[00:00.11] Pari Sunday
[00:05.28] raincoat
[00:12.60] strange Park
[00:23.99]]
[00:24.98] inclined to the West
[00: 30.19] through the light
[00:37.10] by chance I found
[00:47.91]
[00:49.81] like fallen leaves and branches
[00:57.22] goodbye
[01: 02.38] I can't see you.
[01:07.54] sparkling starry night
[01:17.23] Phantom
[01:20.69]]
[01: 59.44] night at the airport
[02:04.71] tricolor.
[02:12.26] two crescent moon
[02:22.45]]
[02:24.00] Amber overlap
[02: 28.96: in the middle of the season
[02:36.13] back alley where I walked
[02:46.65:]
[02:48.55] like Dawn and dreams
[02:55.94] goodbye
[02: 59.90] I can't see you.
[03:06.31] starry sky of sparkling rainy night
[03:17.63] Phantom
 

Oh Doamne

Când voi muri, pune-mi cenușa în punga de gunoi
Nu-mi pasă unde ajunge
Nu-ți irosi banii pe piatra mea funerară
Sunt mai îngrijorat de sufletul meu
Toată lumea o să moară
Dar nu toată lumea trăiește
Câteodată îmi ridic privirea spre cer
Și mă întreb dacă ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (oh Doamne)?
 
Oh Doamne?
Ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (Oh Doamne)?
Oh Doamne?
Ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (Oh Doamne)?
Oh Doamne?
Ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (Oh Doamne)?
Oh Doamne?
 
Ascultă, da toată lumea vrea schimbare
Dar totuși nimeni nu vrea să se schimbe
Nimeni nu vrea să se roage
Până nu au pentru ce să se roage
Știu că toată lumea o să moară
Dar totuși nu toată lumea trăiește
Câteodată îmi ridic privirea spre cer
Și mă întreb dacă ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (oh Doamne)?
 
Oh Doamne?
Ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (Oh Doamne)?
Oh Doamne?
Ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (Oh Doamne)?
Oh Doamne?
Ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (Oh Doamne)?
Oh Doamne?
 
E ușor să dai vina pe D-zeu, dar mai greu să repari lucrurile
Ne holbăm la cer gen, ”de ce nu ne asculți?”
Urmărind știrile din sufrageria noastră pe ecranele mari
Și discutând despre ”dacă D-zeu există, atunci unde este?”
Vezi tu, același D-zeu de care zici că s-ar putea să nu existe
Devine adevărat pentru noi, dar doar atunci când murim în pat
Când ești sănătos e ceva gen, nu prea ne pasă de el atunci
Lasă-mă în pace Doamne, te sun când am nevoie din nou de tine
Ceea ce-i amuzant, toți vor dormi în strane
Apoi vor da vina pe D-zeu pentru problemele noastre de parcă El te ignoră
Îi întoarcem spatele, ce te aștepți să facă?
E greu să răspunzi rugăciunilor când nimeni nu se roagă
Mă uit în jur la lumea în care mergem
E ca un pumn în față, nu-mi spune tu că nu există D-zeu
Și dacă nu există, atunci noi de ce suntem aici?
Și voi toți ce căutați aici? Nu știu Doamne (Oh Doamne)
 
Oh Doamne?
Ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (Oh Doamne)?
Oh Doamne?
Ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (Oh Doamne)?
Oh Doamne?
Ne vezi aici jos oh Doamne (Oh Doamne)?
Oh Doamne?
 
Ne vezi aici jos, oh Doamne?
Ne poți vedea aici jos, oh Doamne?
Oh Doamne, Oh Doamne
Ne poți vedea?
Ne poți vedea?
 

You and her

I've heard something, that there's someone else
Pleasant, pretty, she waits for you at home
You somehow succeeded in tricking my heart
It's caught in your web, it can't get out anymore
 
It beats hard, it has no way out
Where can I run to get it together, really?
(I've done you wrong somehow)
 
Today with me, yesterday with her
You and I, you and her
We play a game of love
You and I, you and her
 
Today with you, tomorrow him
If I did the same to you
Tell me if you'd like it
Me with him, you with her
 
Today with you, tomorrow him
If I did the same to you
Tell me if you'd like it
Me with him, you with her
 
Tell me something
Haven't you somehow heard
That whatever you do
The wheel turns?
 
But I won't leave you like this
My heart's eating at me
And it does what it does
It always goes back to you
 
It beats hard, it has no way out
Where can I run to get it together, really?
(I've done you wrong somehow)
 
Today with me, yesterday with her
You and I, you and her
We play a game of love
You and I, you and her
 
Today with you, tomorrow him
If I did the same to you
Tell me if you'd like it
Me with him, you with her
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

A cage of gold

Only embers are left from the love
Sparks under the ashes
 
Free me, I have no place by your side
My heart is ice
 
Chorus: (x2)
You locked me in a cage of gold
And enslaved my soul
I don't want diamonds
Freedom, not riches
 
Roses want to bathe in dew
And the nightingale in the spring
 
Grapes ripen when sunrays are caressing them
Let me go, don't torture me
 
Chorus: (x4)
You locked me in a cage of gold
And enslaved my soul
I don't want diamonds
Freedom, not riches
 

Palton cu multe culori

Înapoi prin ani
Merg întrebându-mă încă o dată
Înapoi în anotimpurile tinereţii mele
Îmi amintesc o cutie de petice pe care cineva ne-a dat-o
Şi cum mama mea a pus peticele să le folosească
Erau petice de multe culori
Fiecare bucată era mică
Şi eu nu aveam un palton
Şi drumul coboară în ceaţă
Mama a cusut peticele împreună
Cusând fiecare bucată cu dragoste
Ea mi-a făcut paltonul meu din multe culori
De care eu am fost atât de mândră
Cum cosea, a spus o poveste
Din biblie, pe care o citise
Despre un palton din multe culori
Pe care Iosif l-a purtat şi apoi ea a spus
Poate acest palton îţi va aduce
Noroc şi fericire
Şi eu de-abia aşteptam să-l port
Şi mama l-a binecuvântat cu un sărut
 
Paltonul meu cu multe culori
Pe care mama mi l-a făcut
Făcut doar din petice
Dar eu l-am purtat atât de mândră
Deşi nu aveam bani
Am fost bogată atât cât puteam fi
În paltonul meu cu multe culori
Pe care mama l-a făcut pentru mine
 
Aşa cu petice pe pantaloni
Găuri în amândoi pantofii
În paltonul meu cu multe culori
Mă grăbeam la şcoală
Doar ca să-i găsesc pe ceilalţi râzând
Şi distrându-se pe seama mea
În paltonul meu cu multe culori
Pe care mama l-a făcut pentru mine
 
Şi nu am putut s-o înţeleg
Pentru că eu simţeam că eram bogată
Şi le-am spus despre dragostea
Pe care mama a cusut-o în fiecare cusătură
Şi le-am spus toată povestea
Pe care mama mi-a spus-o când cosea
Şi cum paltonul meu cu multe culori
Valora mai mult decât toate hainele lor
 
Dar ei nu au înţeles-o
Şi am încercat să-i fac să vadă
Că unul este chiar sărac
Doar dacă ei aleg să fie
Acum ştiu că noi nu aveam bani
Dar eu eram bogată atât cât puteam fi
În paltonul meu cu multe culori
Pe care mama l-a făcut pentru mine
L-a făcut numai pentru mine
 

Al meu

Ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 
Tu erai la facultate
Lucrând part time ca și chelner
Părăsisei un orășel mic, n-ai privit niciodată înapoi
Eu eram la risc cu frica de cădere
Întrebându-mă de ce ne mai deranjăm cu dragostea
Dacă nu durează niciodată
 
Spun, ”Îți vine să crezi?”
Când zacem pe canapea
Momentul când pot să-mi dau seama
Da, da îmi dau seama acum
 
Îți amintești când stăteam acolo lângă apă?
Ți-ai pus brațele în jurul meu pentru prima dată
Ai transformat în rebelă
Fiica precaută a unui bărbat nepăsător
Tu ești cel mai bun lucru care a fost vreodată al meu
 
Salt în viitor și noi
Înfruntăm lumea împreună
Și există un sertar plin cu lucrurile mele la tine acasă
Mi-ai învățat secretele și îți dai seama
De ce sunt deranjată
Tu spui că nu vom face niciodată greșelile părinților mei
 
Dar noi avem facturi de plătit
Nu avem nimic rezolvat
Când era greu de suportat da, da
Uite la asta mă gândeam
 
Îți amintești când stăteam acolo lângă apă?
Ți-ai pus brațele în jurul meu pentru prima dată
Ai transformat în rebelă
Fiica precaută a unui bărbat nepăsător
Tu ești cel mai bun lucru care a fost vreodată al meu
 
Îți amintești de luminile orașului reflectate în apă?
M-ai văzut începând să mă încred pentru prima dată
Ai transformat în rebelă
Fiica precaută a unui bărbat nepăsător
Tu ești cel mai bun lucru care a fost vreodată al meu
 
Woah oh ohh
 
Și-mi amintesc de cearta de la 2:30 noaptea
Căci totul ne scăpa printre degete
Am fugit afară plângând
Iar tu m-ai urmărit în stradă
 
M-am pregătit pentru despărțire
Căci asta e tot ce-am știut vreodată
Iar tu m-ai luat prin surprindere
Ai spus, ”Nu te voi lăsa niciodată singură.”
 
Ai spus
”Îmi amintesc cum ne-am simțit
Stând lângă apă
Și de fiecare dată când te privesc zici că e prima oară
M-am îndrăgostit de
Fiica precaută a unui bărbat nepăsător
Ea este cel mai bun lucru care-a fost vreodată al meu.”
 
Oh oh
Fă să dureze
Rezistă
Nu te întoarce niciodată înapoi
 
Ai transformat în rebelă
Fiica precaută a unui bărbat nepăsător
Tu ești cel mai bun lucru care a fost vreodată al meu
 
Woah oh
 
Da, da... Mă crezi?
 
Woah oh
O să reușim acum
Woah oh
Și pot să cred asta da, da
Pot să cred asta acum, Cred asta acum, Cred asta acum
 

The orchard in Lorraine

All the blood shed
by the men in the plain
and all the departed
of uncertain causes
have allowed this orchard
to grow hundreds
of roses and apple trees
and marjoram too.
 
All those who cried
they were dying in vain,
all those who wept,
their foreheads in the grass,
all those who breathed
their last sigh there
have turned this orchard
on the Lorraine border
into a sweet loving cove
for lovers as spring comes.
 
All those thrown to the ground
before they could ever
say in wonder:
'Your eyes are the ones I love',
all these brides
who waited in vain,
these men torn away
from their coming weddings,
they all smile seeing
those who are brought by love
to the grass of this orchard
as their mouths unite.
 
All those who left behind
their ordinary love,
their limbs smashed,
their blood outside their veins,
all those we mourned
during bygone wars,
all those we forgot,
the nameless, the bohemian,
all rise up and sing
when carefree lovers
come by to share
the serene caress
they themselves were denied
for the sake of an old tune.
 
All the blood shed
by the men in the plain
and all the departed
of uncertain causes
have allowed this orchard
to grow hundreds
of roses and apple trees
and marjoram too,
have turned this orchard
on the Lorraine border
into a sweet loving cove
for lovers as spring comes.
 

Glitz and Glory

I'm writing one great song, before I...
Glitz and glory
One song before I go
Glory, one song that really stays
 
Write, one song, one final refrain
Glory, for the pretty boy at the mic
Who wasted his chance
 
One song, the world was ready for him
Glory, in the eyes of the ladies
The ladies...
Find glory, as the lights flicker cheaply1
One song, the sun is already setting
Glory - this life was so empty
Time heals - time flies!
 
Glory, in glitz and glory
In glitz and glory, glory!
 
Find, glory, just one song plain and true
True like a flash of fire
An eternal light
 
Write, one song, about love and luck2
Glory, for the soul, that was young
Was so young
 
Write, just one song, before the virus takes over
Glory, sunset
One song, that will redeem me of my failure
Time flies, and then - no reason to torment yourself anymore3
Time flies!
 
...The door!
 

• 1. This is literally 'How the lights flicker cheaply' or 'How cheaply does the light flicker,' but that doesn't sound right in English
• 2. 'Glück' can mean both 'happiness' and 'luck' in German
• 3. Could also mean 'no reason to be tormented anymore'

The storm

When we left the town
In your car
To go hunting for quails
The sky was blue
We picnicked on
a hay stack
 
When we drove on
the first drops
on the windows fell
as soon as we arrived
 
The storm dropped all of the rain from the sky onto us
The storm took us by surprise, but waiting for the rainbow,
I took shelter under your large oilskin (raincoat)
Under your oilskin you held me tight
 
On the following morning
your gun in hand
you hid in the ferns
I and your old black dog
were carrying on our backs
your cartridge belts
 
But we came back home
as soon as it rained
Without a quail, without a duck,
under the black clouds
 
The storm dropped all of the rain from the sky onto us
The storm took us by surprise, but waiting for the rainbow,
I took shelter under your large oilskin
Under your oilskin you held me tight
 
The storm dropped all of the rain from the sky onto us
The storm took us by surprise, but waiting for the rainbow,
I took shelter under your large oilskin
Under your oilskin you held me tight
 
The storm dropped all of the rain from the sky onto us
 

Crying Girl

I don't know what it is with the flowers, crying girl
The flowers of a cemetery
I don't know what it is with the flowers, crying girl
The flowers of a cemetery
 
That, when moved by the wind, crying girl
They seem to cry
That, when moved by the wind, crying girl
They seem to cry
 
Oh, my crying girl, crying girl, crying girl, you are my little one
Oh, my crying girl, crying girl, crying girl, you are my little one
They may keep me from loving you, crying girl
But I’ll never forget you
They may keep me from loving you, crying girl
But I’ll never forget you
 
To a holy iron Christ, crying girl
My sorrows I told
To a holy iron Christ, crying girl
My sorrows I told
 
And they were so sad, crying girl
That the holy Christ cried
And they were so sad, crying girl
That the holy Christ cried
 
Oh, my crying girl, crying girl, crying girl, from a lily field
Oh, my crying girl, crying girl, crying girl, from a lily field
He who does not know about love
Does not know about martyrdom
He who does not know about love
Does not know about martyrdom
 
They all call me “the black one”, crying girl
Black but loving
They all call me “the black one”, crying girl
Black but loving
I’m like the green pepper, crying girl
Spicy but tasty
I’m like the green pepper, crying girl
Spicy but tasty
 
Oh, my crying girl, crying girl, crying girl, bring me to the river
Oh, my crying girl, crying girl, crying girl, bring me to the river
Cover me with your shawl, crying girl
Because I’m freezing
Cover me with your shawl, crying girl
Because I’m freezing
 
If, because I want you, crying girl, you want me to want you more
If, because I want you, crying girl, you want me to want you more
Since I already gave you my life, crying girl, what else? What else do you want?
Since I already gave you my life, crying girl, what else? What else do you want?
 
Oh my, oh my, oh my crying girl
Oh my, oh my, oh my crying girl
 

Plângând după Granada

Se spune că-i adevărat
că se aude vorbind
nopțile când e lună pe ziduri,
cineva vorbește.
Nimeni nu vrea să plece
în întuneric,
toți spun că noaptea Alhambra
este vrăjită
de maurul din Granada.
 
Se spune că-i adevărat
că sufletul lui este încântat
să piardă într-o zi în Granada,
și că plângea.
Când soarele coboară
îl auzi vorbind,
plimbându-și amărăciunea după Alhambra,
amintindu-și
și plângând după Granada.
 
Se spune că-i adevărat
că niciodată n-a plecat,
condamnat să trăiască pe veci în Alhambra
și să o plângă.
La apusul soarelui
se povestește că se vede
între umbre figura acelui maur,
vrăjită
că într-o zi a pierdut Granada.
 

Frate

De cât timp te cunosc, frate?
Sute de vieți, mii de ani
Câte mile am colindat
Sub acest cer, înfruntându-ne temerile?
 
Ceva necazuri se văd la orizont
Nu știu când, nu știu ce
Voi rămâne alături de tine, frate
Până vin zorile sau sunt mort și îngropat
 
Mi-am împărțit viața cu tine, frate
De când îmi amintesc, ai fost prietenul meu
Tu spui că nu suntem ca toți ceilalți
Tot trebuie să murim, toate lucrurile au un sfârșit
 
Știu că nu putem opri ceea ce vine
Dar voi încerca, oh cum voi încerca
Vei lupta alături de mine, frate?
O ultimă dată, o ultimă bătălie
 
Nu-ți întoarce spatele, nu-mi spune că nu suntem la fel
Înfruntăm focul împreună, frați până la final
Nu fugi, va veni și vremea noastră, dar nu astăzi
Stau alături de tine, frate, alături de tine până la sfârșit
 
Nu-ți întoarce spatele, nu-mi spune că nu suntem la fel
Înfruntăm focul împreună, frați până la final
Nu fugi, va veni și vremea noastră, dar nu astăzi
Stau alături de tine, frate, alături de tine până la sfârșit
 
Nu-ți întoarce spatele, nu-mi spune că nu suntem la fel
Înfruntăm focul împreună, frați până la final
Nu fugi, va veni și vremea noastră, dar nu astăzi
Stau alături de tine, frate, alături de tine până la sfârșit
 
Nu-ți întoarce spatele, nu-mi spune că nu suntem la fel
Înfruntăm focul împreună, frați până la final
Nu fugi, va veni și vremea noastră, dar nu astăzi
Stau alături de tine, frate, alături de tine până la sfârit
 

Without you, I have nothing left

Without you, darling, I have nothing left!
Words are helpless
to soothe my sorrow!
Darling, without you
I have no horizon left,
so what is the point in reasoning?
 
From now on I shall wander, eyes full of tears,
dragging my heart like a dead weight1!
Without you, honey, I lost everything!
And my heart can no longer stand
being deprived of everything!
~ ~
From now on I shall wander, eyes full of tears,
dragging my heart like a dead weight!
Without you, honey, I lost everything!
And my heart can no longer stand
being deprived of everything!
 

• 1. lit. 'like a ball'. The metaphor of a prisoner chained to a ball is quite common in French

Awake, awake lost sheep

Versions: #2
Awake lost sheep
set yourselves free from sin's sleep
and turn over a new leaf soon!
Awake before the trombone rings out
which you terribly calls from the grave
on Judgment Day before the Lord!
 
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Stood the Mother of Sorrows

Stood the Mother of Sorrows
in tears at the Cross
on which the Son hung.
A sword pierced.
his groaning, grieved
and sore soul.
O how sad and afflicted
was that holy Mother
of the Only Begotten Son!
How saddened and hurt
the pious Mother
seeing the pains of the glorious Son.
Who is the man, who would not weep,
whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
She saw her tender Child,
hang in desolation,
till His spirit forth sent.
O Mother! fount of love!
let me feel the strength of your pain,
so I can cry with you.
Make my heart blaze
in the loving of Christ, the Lord,
so that I may please Him.
Holy Mother, do it,
the crucified Christ's sores
hard print in my hearth
Make me bear the death of Christ,
Make me share His Passion,
and His wounds remember.
Make me be afflicted with those wounds
And intoxicated with this Cross
and blood of Your Son.
That I am not burned by the flames,
that I am, O Virgin, defended by you
in the Judgment Day.
When body will die,
may the soul get
the Paradise’s glory.
Amen.
 
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Fear and Tremor

It's not that I don't understand you
Or that I don't notice
You just have to be
Must have a look inside
 
The wall that rises in your heart
It is diluted as dust in the air
Fear and tremor, temporality
The enemy thought evaporates
 
It's not that I don't understand you
You just have to be
You sail seas inside
 
The wall that rises in your heart
It is diluted as dust in the air
Fear and tremor, temporality
The enemy thought evaporates
 
The noise is inside your heart
Breathing the voices dissipate
Fear and tremor, temporality
To be and not think about anything
 
Fear and tremor, temporality
To be and not think about anything
 
Fear and tremor, temporality
To be and not think about anything
 
Fear and tremor, temporality
To be and not think about anything
 

You, sweet home

(× 2):
I know about paradise
from this land,
I know about a city -
there you are forever young.
Happy place
so beautiful -
it's wonderful
and so lovely.
 
Chorus: (× 2)
You, sweet home,
is a shelter for me.
I'm coming back from the road
at home again.
My lovely motherland,
you should know,
I live for you,
my little paradise.
 
(× 2):
I know about paradise
from this land,
I know about a city -
there you are forever young.
Old and good friends
is one wealth,
not money.
 
Chorus:
You, sweet home,
is a shelter for me.
I'm coming back from the road
at home again.
My lovely motherland,
you should know,
I live for you,
my little paradise.
 
You, sweet home,
is a shelter for me.
I'm coming back from the road
at home again.
My lovely motherland,
you should know,
I live for you,
my little paradise.
 

Why don't you come?

Today I come back to our house
Nothing is the same as before,
Not even a sign remained,
Not even a rebellious scent,
I don't see any book, any picture
Everything is deserted and empty . . .
 
And I feel like I've really lost much, much more
Than I thought that I'd ever lose
 
Why don't you come? (Why don't you come?)
Why don't you hear my voice? (Why don't you come?)
Why does the night have your flavor
It's hard for me without you . . . (Why don't you come?)
Why don't you come, just another day
Why?
Why, why, why don't you come?
 
And I feel like I've really lost much, much more
Than I thought that I'd ever lose
I want to turn back time
I want to call love again in two,
I don't know where I'll find
Your former love again?
 
Why don't you come? (Why don't you come?)
Why don't you hear my voice? (Why don't you come?)
Why does the night have your flavor
It's hard for me without you . . . (Why don't you come?)
Why don't you come, just another day
Why?
Why, why, why don't you come?
 
Why, why?
Why, why?
Why don't you come?
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Ghosts (Eden cries in the grave version)

We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
Every night music of the dead
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
 
I can't sleep at night because of you
Moaning full of passion
But you're a dead woman,
Who still drives me crazy
You're yearning for eroticism
In your light death
And hunts me through the nights
With bittersweet distress
 
Baby, your paleness
Baby, your face
Baby, your horniness
Oh, baby, be my light
 
We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
Every night music of the dead
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
I can't sleep at night because of you
You haunt the house
I feel the pale shadow
The light turns on and off
You're yearning for hugs,
A little bit of endearment
Your heart is shouting out of the cold, out of the loneliness
 
Baby, your paleness
Baby, your face
Baby, your horniness
Oh, baby, be my light
 
We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
The spook lulls me to sleep
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
 
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
 
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
 
We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
Every night music of the dead
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
 
We make love, we make war
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
The spook lulls me to sleep
Ghosts...
Ghost whore
 
Ghosts, Ghost whore
 
Ghosts, Ghost whore
 

Story with an ordinary ending

I meet you at the same table
Where, sometime, just the two of us sat.
You're with another girl,
I, with another boy.
 
And we glance at each other more indifferently
Than two strangers,
Without emotions,
Just with an amiable smile
 
How much you've changed!
Or maybe I've forgotten.
I can't find in you again
Anything that had charmed me.
 
And how much I thought
That time wouldn't change us!
Today, the answer to everything
Is right in my face.
 
What blame do you have?
What blame do I have?
Losers in love
It's not just us in this fleeting game.
 
I meet you at the same table
You're not with another girl,
And neither am I with another boy.
 
Maybe this story has
An ordinary ending.
We all know that tomorrow, tomorrow
Maybe it'll begin again and again . . .
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Attitude

I need you to tell me openly
You need to be loved
I need you to tell me openly that you
You need to be loved, now
Because nobody but you
Can say . . .
You need to be loved
 
I need you to tell me openly that you
You need to be loved, now
Because nobody but you
Can say
That love is nothing but smoke
 
Come on, try, tell me all that you want
This evening, it's better
Succeed in understanding
Why you don't
Why you don't believe in love
 
I need you to tell me openly that you
You need to be loved, now
Because nobody but you
Can say
That love is nothing but smoke
 
Come on, try, tell me all that you want
This evening, it's better
Succeed in understanding
Why you don't
Why you don't believe in love
 
Because nobody but you
Can say
That love is nothing but smoke
 
Come on, try, tell me all that you want
This evening, it's better
Succeed in understanding
Why you don't
Why you don't believe in love
Come on, try, tell me all that you want
This evening, it's better
Succeed in understanding
Why you don't
Why you don't believe in love
Come on, try
Come on, try
To succeed in understanding
Why you don't
Why you don't believe in love
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Lorelei

It is already late, it is getting cold,
Why are you riding, lonely, through the forest?
The forest is deep, you are alone,
You beautiful bride, I'll guide you home!
 
'Great is men's deception and cunning,
My heart is broken from pain,
Perhaps the bugle wanders here and there,
O flee, you do not know who I am.'
 
So richly decorated is steed and wife,
So beautiful the young body,
Now I know you - God help me!
You are the witch Lorelei!1
 
'You know me well - from the stone so high
My castle looks silently deep into the Rhine.
It is already late, it is getting cold,
You will never come out of this forest!'
 

• 1. Lorelei is an enchantress in German legends who threw herself from a steep rock on the bank of the Rhine (the rock is also called Lorelei) and whose spirit then lured men to their deaths.

Lorelei

(Violette sang the following song:)
 
At Bacharach on the Rhine
Lived a sorceress
She was so beautiful and fine
And enraptured many hearts
And brought much disgrace
To the men all around,
Out of their bonds of love
There was no more salvation.
 
The bishop released her
of the spiritual power -
And she must be endowed,
So beautiful was her form.
 
He spoke to her, stirred:
'You poor Lorelei!1
Whoever has seduced you
into evil sorcery?'
 
'Lord bishop, let me die,
I am tired of life,
Because everyone must perish
who looks into my eyes.
 
My eyes are two flames,
My arm, a magic wand -
Oh, lay me in the flames!
Oh, break the wand for me!'
 
'I cannot damn you,
Till you first confess to me,
Why in these flames
my own heart already burns.
 
The wand I cannot break,
You beautiful Lorelei!
I would then have to break
My own heart in two.'
 
'Lord bishop, with me a wretch,
Do not be driven to such evil ridicule,
And ask for mercy,
For me from our dear God.
 
I must live no longer,
I love no one anymore -
Death you shall give to me,
For it is why I came to you.
 
My darling has betrayed me,
Has turned away from me,
Has gone away from here,
Gone to a foreign land.
 
The eyes, gentle and wild,
The cheeks, red and white,
The words, quiet and soft
This is my magic circle.
 
I myself must perish within,
My heart hurts so,
I want to die from pain,
When I see my portrait.
 
Therefore let me find my due,
Let me die like a Christian,
Because everything must disappear
Since he is not with me.'
 
Three knights he did summon:
'Take her to the convent,
Go Lore! - God commanded
Be your beguiling essence.
 
You shall become a little nun,
A little nun, black and white,
Prepare yourself on earth
For your journey to death.”
 
To the monastery they now rode,
The knights all three,
And sadly in the middle,
The beautiful Lorelei.
 
'Oh knight, let me go,
On this big rock,
I want to look one last time
towards my love's castle.
 
I want to look one last time
Just into the deep Rhine,
And then go to the monastery
And be God's virgin.'
 
The rock is so precipitous,
So steep is its wall,
But she scrambled up the soaring height,
Till there on top she stood.
 
The three knights tethered
The steeds down below
And scrambled on and on
Up the rock as well.
 
The maiden said, 'There does go
A little ship upon the Rhine,
Whoever stands within this ship,
Shall be my beloved.
 
My heart becomes so lively,
He must be my beloved!'
There she leaned down
And plunged into the Rhine.
 
The knights had to die,
They could not climb down,
They all had to perish,
Without a priest and without a grave.
 
Who sang this song?
A boatman on the Rhine,
And always it rang out
From the three knights stone.
 
Lorelei
Lorelei
Lorelei
 
As if they were my three.
 

• 1. Lorelei is the name of a steep rock on the bank of the Rhine