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27.09.2018

Just how much did i love you?

Just how much did i love you,
You know it as well.
 
You have to lose something
in order to realize its importance.
And understand
if caring
can only be dominance.
 
No one can go just half of the way
to reach the finish line.
You may be right but losing it all.
Is it about winning?
 
Just how much did i love you,
You know it as well.
Just how much did i love you,
How would i express it with words.
 
So much, too much, for a single book or movie.
Just how much did you love,
now i finally see it.
 
Quarrels can be 50-50,
or entirely other ones fault,
but love is a power
that keeps the train on its tracks.
How often is it indifferent
if you're right or wrong.
For shared happiness and future
is the ambition.
 
Just how much did i love you,
You know it as well.
Just how much did i love you,
How would i express it with words.
 
So much, too much, for a single book or movie.
Just how much did you love,
now i finally see it.
 
Just how much did i love you,
You know it as well.
Just how much did you love me,
now i finally see it.
 
24.09.2018

cuvinte pe cer

Vreau să-ţi spun că te iubesc.
Din moment ce nimeni în viaţă nu a spus-o,
Voi căuta cuvinte pe cer.
Că Dumnezeu spune acolo în infinit.
Aş vrea să te sărut altfel.
Îţi dau o dragoste necunoscută,
Vreau să te sărut, nu ştiu.
Şi să ştii, în sfârşit,
Dragostea ta e atât de frumoasă.
Trebuie să găseşti în ochii mei tristeţea
Dacă nu te găseam de când eram copil,
Am avut întotdeauna numele tău în capul meu,
Pentru că m-am născut gândindu-mă la afecţiunea ta.
Vreau să-ţi spun că te iubesc.
Din moment ce nimeni în viaţă nu a spus-o,
Voi căuta cuvinte pe cer.
Că Dumnezeu spune acolo în infinit.
 
my translation
23.09.2018

The Common Words

The most common words that seem worthless
They always have their greatness because they are also love
The 'bye-bye', 'arrivederci', the 'bonsoir' etcetera
The 'how are you', the 'see you later', are actually love
'Goodbye', the 'thanks a lot', are love without declaring
To the people that we will not see anymore
 
The most common words that seem worthless
They always have their greatness because they are also love
The shopkeeper on the corner always with his good humor
Make your 'good morning' a confession of love
Many times it is discussed but without going over
And it ends well chatting at any bar
 
The most common words that seem worthless
They have their greatness always because they are also love
When I say 'I hate you', you 'ask for forgiveness'
Because every feeling leads to love
 
The most common and simplest words to say
They are life and the reason to continue on
 
La la la la la la ...
 
'Goodbye', the 'thank you very much' are undeclared love
To the people that we will not see anymore
 
The most common words that seem worthless
They always have their greatness because they are also of love
La la la la la la ...
 
22.09.2018

Last Words

Surely this will be the last opportunity for me to address you. The Air Force has bombed the towers of Radio Portales and Radio Corporación.
 
My words do not have bitterness but disappointment. May they be a moral punishment for those who have betrayed their oath: soldiers of Chile, titular commanders in chief, Admiral Merino, who has designated himself Commander of the Navy, and Mr. Mendoza, the despicable general who only yesterday pledged his fidelity and loyalty to the Government, and who also has appointed himself Chief of the Carabineros1
 
Given these facts, the only thing left for me is to say to workers: I am not going to resign! 
 
Placed in a historic transition, I will pay for loyalty to the people with my life. And I say to them that I am certain that the seed which we have planted in the good conscience of thousands and thousands of Chileans will not be shriveled forever.
 
They have strength and will be able to dominate us, but social processes can be arrested neither by crime nor force. History is ours, and people make history.
 
Workers of my country:
I want to thank you for the loyalty that you always had, the confidence that you deposited in a man who was only an interpreter of great yearnings for justice, who gave his word that he would respect the Constitution and the law and did just that. At this definitive moment, the last moment when I can address you, I wish you to take advantage of the lesson: foreign capital, imperialism, together with the reaction, created the climate in which the Armed Forces broke their tradition, the tradition taught by General Schneider and reaffirmed by Commander Araya, victims of the same social sector which will today be in their homes hoping, with foreign assistance, to retake power to continue defending their profits and their privileges.
 
I address, above all, the modest woman of our land, the campesina who believed in us, the worker who labored more, the mother who knew our concern for children. I address professionals of Chile, patriotic professionals, those who days ago continued working against the sedition sponsored by professional associations, class-based associations that also defended the advantages which a capitalist society grants to a few.  
 
I address the youth, those who sang and gave us their joy and their spirit of struggle. I address the man of Chile, the worker, the farmer, the intellectual, those who will be persecuted, because in our country fascism has been already present for many hours -- in terrorist attacks, blowing up the bridges, cutting the railroad tracks, destroying the oil and gas pipelines, in the face of the silence of those who had the obligation to protect them. 
 
They were committed.
History will judge them.
 
Surely Radio Magallanes will be silenced, and the calm metal instrument of my voice will no longer reach you.
It does not matter.
You will continue hearing it.
I will always be next to you.
At least my memory will be that of a man of dignity who was loyal to [inaudible] the workers.
 
The people must defend themselves, but they must not sacrifice themselves.
The people must not let themselves be destroyed or riddled with bullets,
but they cannot be humiliated either.
 
Workers of my country, I have faith in Chile and its destiny. Other men will overcome this dark and bitter moment when treason seeks to prevail. Go forward knowing that, sooner rather than later, the great avenues will open again where free men will walk to build a better society.
 
Long live Chile!
Long live the people!
Long live the workers!
 
These are my last words, and I am certain that my sacrifice will not be in vain, I am certain that, at the very least, it will be a moral lesson that will punish felony, cowardice, and treason.
 
  • 1. national police
22.09.2018

Fluierat

Hei, baiete
Fa-le sa fluiere precum o racheta
Bomba bomba
De fiecare data cand imi fac aparitia, explodez uh
Fa-le sa fluiere precum o racheta
Bomba Bomba
De fiecare data cand imi fac aparitia, explodez uh
 
Esti prea frumos
Nu mi te pot scoate din cap
Ochii tai inca imi fac inima sa mearga Boom boom
 
24,365
Vreau doar sa fi tu
Toata ziua, toata noaptea
Atat de tare te vreau, ooh ooh
Toti baietii ma verifica in fiecare zi
Majoritatea cred ca ma pot avea
Nu cer mult
Vreau doar inima ta
Ia-ti inima in maini si arata-mi
Foarte increzator si cateodata chic
Atat de fierbinte, atat de fierbinte, ma faci sa fiu atat de agitata
Striga-ma incetisor
Precum un fulietat cantonandu-mi urechile
 
Nu trece pur si simplu pe langa mine
Daca nici tu nu ma poti uita, whoa
 
Inima mea pentru tine este in flacari
Inima-mi bate atat de tare
O poti auzi apropiindu-se din ce in ce mai mult
 
Fluierat
Fluietat fluierat fluierat
(poti sa-l auzi?)
Fluietat fluierat fluierat
Fluierat
Fluietat fluierat fluierat
(poti sa-l auzi?)
Fluietat fluierat fluierat
 
Tine-te
Nu spune un cuvant
Doar fluiera pentru inima mea
Acel sunet
Face ca inima mea sa mearga boom boom
 
Gandurile sunt plictisitoare
Sentimentele sunt shh
In fiecare zi, toata ziua
Stai doar langa mine, zoom zoom
 
Uh, ma infrumusetez mereu
Sunt chic dar pentru tine sunt o draguta
Se face fierbinte, precum o insula desertica
Cu cat ajung sa te cunosc mai bine, cu atat inima mea suna
Nu mai juca jocuri, si indragosteste-te de mine, baiete
Este sah-mat acum
Am castigat acest joc, uh huh
Te aleg pe tine, te voi tine mai strans
Inainte ca cineva sa mi te fure
 
Nu trece pur si simplu pe langa mine
Daca nici tu nu ma poti uita, whoa
 
Inima mea pentru tine este in flacari
Inima-mi bate atat de tare
O poti auzi apropiindu-se din ce in ce mai mult
 
Fluierat
Fluietat fluierat fluierat
(poti sa-l auzi?)
Fluietat fluierat fluierat
Fluierat
Fluietat fluierat fluierat
Acest beat imi ofera un sentiment precum:
 
Sper ca nu vom trece doar unul pe langa altul ca vantul
Nu e nevoie de multe cuvinte
Doar stai langa mine ohh
 
Hei, baiete
Fa-le sa fluiere precum o racheta
Bomba bomba
De fiecare data cand imi fac aparitia, explodez uh
Fa-le sa fluiere precum o racheta
Bomba Bomba
De fiecare data cand imi fac aparitia, explodez uh
 
21.09.2018

Burn

U-uh I burn it up, if you'll excuse me,
May I ask you not to bother me,
And before you brag to me how good you are,
You can't teach a teacher.
 
Get your notebook out,
where you take notes,
Learn from the people whom you later diss,
Ungrateful - he doesn't give, he only wants
I say 'he's fucking selfish'
You get away with things, you always do the opposite,
You better stop, 'cause things will get serious
No need to act like Badr Hari, cause the situation is motherfucking burning,
I don't want to listen to songs like Mi Amor.
I want to beat them like Dumbledore.
I don't know why they think I'm way in front of them,
First they have to buy a ticket.
You come in thinking you're something else.
Watch out, you critic.
You look like
Recep Ivedik.
Better keep quiet, it's better this way.
Brother, your place is not there by the sharks.
I was there and I stayed
I just tried and now I'm one of them.
It was very difficult, now that I remember I'm like 'damn'.
I feel successful
Cause their hands are in the air.
 
[Chorus x2]
 
Dim4ou:
Sorry (in German), sorry, excuse me (in Italian)
I have an Uzi (gun),
They have ilusions.
Don't confuse it, don't make me use it.
Trrr-tack, man, this is just music.
Chill, have a smoke, even if they say, brother, turn it down,
Just proudly turn it up,
Hands in the air and let the ceiling burn.
I think it's time to shoot (bang)
Either we make them burn or ping (God damn)
Shots, bottles, some smoke (of course)
I'm a young successful gentleman (abruptly)
I have the money to buy a new Audi,
Buy my girl an Estée Lauder perfume,
I'm starting to feel high,
Wait, pause it,
Stop the internet,
My brain is a browser.
You can't tell us how to live.
You can't tell us how to be successful.
I don't buy lottery tickets but I'm in a lottery.
That's the recipe for success in Bulgaria.
 
[Chorus x2]
 
Recep Ivedik, Badr Hari, Recep Ivedik, God damn, a new Audi, Recep Ivedik, tack, man, sorry
I think it's time to shoot, no doubt
 
18.09.2018

I am a Clown

Versions: #2
All of my dreams get destroyed in the hurricane
It rains, my house swims in the flood
I step into the holes in the sidewalk
My neck gets broken with a smile on my face
 
My destiny's wheels with broken brakes
Find me as I am waiting in the bus stop
Eight out of my nine lives are already gone
The remaining one's killer is unknown.
 
I am a clown
I cry inside as my face smiles
I am a clown
I actually cry as I am making others laugh
 
I get shot in the streets in a January
Or become a hero in the 19th1
I get expelled from my school if I don't show my hair2
Or my pen is broken, I get sentenced
 
As no one listens to what I say
Only my phone now listens to me3
Even if I am made of curved rock
My ugly4 soul is wrecked with a couple words5
 
I am a clown
I cry inside as my face smiles
I am a clown
I actually cry as I am making others laugh
 
As I wait for life standing on one foot
They call me buzzkill
 
I am a clown
I cy inside as my face smiles
I am a clown
I actually cry as I am making others laugh
 
  • 1. These two lines refer to Hrant Dink, a journalist that was assassinated in January 19th, 2007.
  • 2. This refers to people expelled from school because they wore hijab.
  • 3. These lines obviously references to how our phones are listened by various people.
  • 4. 'Ucube' has no proper translation for it, its dictionary meaning is 'Something that is unbeliavably ugly.'
  • 5. This references to how Recep Tayyip Erdoğan called a statue 'ugly' (further explained in note#4). He was fined ₺10k after being sued by the sculptor. For further information:
18.09.2018

Clowns and Kings

When the party ends
Wednesday rises
I'll dress my costume
With clowns and kings
I'll live
 
When the party ends
Wednesday rises
I'll dress my costume
With clowns and kings
I'll live
 
Hey, little girl
It hurts me, it makes me sad
To know what life does to us
It destroys, denies
Curses and mistreats
All year long
 
When the year ends
February rises
I'll tear my costume up
I'll shake1, I'll be myself
I'll sing, I'll be myself
I'll smile, I'll be myself
I'll die inside the madness
 
When the year ends
February rises
I'll tear my costume up
I'll shake1, I'll be myself
I'll sing, I'll be myself
I'll smile, I'll be myself
I'll die inside the madness
 
  • One can use the verb 'pular' to mention any movement in general
Translation done by Alma Barroca. In case you want to reprint it, please ask for permission first and always cite my name as its author. /
Tradução feita por Alma Barroca. Caso você queira reutilizá-la, por favor peça por permissão antes e sempre cite meu nome como o do autor.
17.09.2018

Tent


Pa-pa-pa tent,
Pa-pa-pa tent,
Pa tent,
Pa tent,
....
 
Iliyan:
Everyone knows her in the neighborhood,
Ask the young people, ask the old ones,
At what time she wakes up, when she goes to bed.
We're all (secret) agents.
 
Boris Dali:
When she gets dressed,
Everyone wants to have a glimpse.
When she goes out we know where she is.
We're all (secret) agents.
 
Konstantin:
She's the pride of the neighborhood
But why hasn't she been with anyone yet?
She has everything and a lot of it,
But she hasn't been with me.
Why? - She's hard to get!
Why? - She's hard to get!
Listen then...
 
[Chorus]
I'll put a tent here here
I'll wait for you without rushing
Here, here, until you say you only want to be with me.
I'll put a tent here here
To serenade you.
Here here until you have enough of me and say YES!
 
Pa-pa-pa tent
Pa-pa-pa tent...
....
 
Iliyan:
Every time she's in the neighborhood
Every guy happens to be there
And there's a whole line behind her.
We're all (secret) agents.
 
Boris Dali:
She walks like a cat.
Her lips are warm and delicious.
Everybody's...blood pressure goes up.
We're all (secret) agents.
 
Konstantin:
If she says hi to someone
He brags about it for seven days.
Who is he? Who is he?
She's single but it's a shame
That I haven't been with her.
Why? She's hard to get.
Why? She's hard to get.
Listen then...
 
[Chorus]
 
09.09.2018

Uncomfortable

[Intro]
A man has no name
 
[Chorus]
In hell only beautiful women, I can't handle the symptoms well
Head heats like an oven, cousin, it's hard to think
Temptation becomes harmful, I have hurt my holy palm
Balls as big as a fugu, how hard it is to think
Ayaya, ayaya, everything in the dick, I don't have blood in my head anymore
Ayaya, ayaya, that's for sure, I'm going to feel uncomfortable
Ayaya, ayaya, everything in the tail, I don't have blood in my head anymore
Ayaya, ayaya, that's for sure, I'm going to feel uncomfortable
 
[Verse 1]
In the morning I hear 'Palpal', I'm not the most handsome, I don't get carried away
Butt radar made of investigation, my excitement becomes palpable
I'm not a homebody, I can't change, I have to get my thing out of the pant
The phone rings when I'm in the shower, it's about a drink at a brother's house
I'm still asking if there's any chick, it's pitiful, like I'm still seventeen
Buddy, that's nice, you tell me about your week, but tell me behind you, who's this darling?
I want to know everything, I have a problem, the list will never be too full
There are new arrivals every day and it's not my fault that I live in a big town
I have a letter in my pants to mail but there are too many urns (Too many urns)
I feel sorry for myself, I looks like a preventive ad for hard drugs
I'm losing my mind and struggling to regain calm, there are whispering lips in my head
 
[Chorus]
In hell only beautiful women, I can't handle the symptoms well
Head heats like an oven, cousin, it's hard to think
Temptation becomes harmful, I have hurt my holy palm
Balls as big as a fugu, how hard it is to think
Ayaya, ayaya, everything in the dick, I don't have blood in my head anymore
Ayaya, ayaya, that's for sure, I'm going to feel uncomfortable
Ayaya, ayaya, everything in the tail, I don't have blood in my head anymore
Ayaya, ayaya, that's for sure, I'm going to feel uncomfortable
 
[Verse 2]
Girls, it's my job, it's not a vacation, it's the first time I've been to this bar
But I can shine on the track in a hurry, even if the others don't dance, my skills speak for themselves
I live with my mother, I don't have five rooms, but I'm smart, I have techniques
And if she has a nice pair of organic breasts, we'll be in symbiosis
We did 'chin-tchin' in party, then I found myself in her room
She play Billie Jean again and again, she took my lychees in her mouth
Well, I washed them, nothing to complain about, we're still better than in the closet
We'll fuck on a four-seater, stick as hard as a Kapla
Hey, I'm possessed, my alcoholism lives in me
I have a lot of libido I don't have free will
Romantic, I said I can read your eyes, ah I hope you can read my *biiip*
Violent sex without bruises, sex covered like an Eskimo
Don't let me give in to her ass, even if it looks like marshmallow
 
[Chorus]
In hell only beautiful women, I can't handle the symptoms well
Head heats like an oven, cousin, it's hard to think
Temptation becomes harmful, I have hurt my holy palm
Balls as big as a fugu, how hard it is to think
Ayaya, ayaya, everything in the dick, I don't have blood in my head anymore
Ayaya, ayaya, that's for sure, I'm going to feel uncomfortable
Ayaya, ayaya, everything in the tail, I don't have blood in my head anymore
Ayaya, ayaya, that's for sure, I'm going to feel uncomfortable
 
08.09.2018

Whistle

This place where you left, in the sunsetting sun,
Your scent is still linger here, so that's why I'm standing on
How far did you think you could go, without me?
Did you really wanted to leave that bad to nag me?
 
Darling you are my grown-baby
Darling you're gone
While whistling hwi-ii
Darling you're my rose
 
My dear one whose leaving my side,
Might have been feel sad, while looking at me she shred tears,
.with holding your two hands, ask you to nod,
But I didn't want to be like that, so I cried too.
 
Darling you are my grown-baby
Darling you're gone
While whistling hwi-ii
Darling you're my rose
 
Darling you are my grown-baby
Darling you're gone
While whistling hwi-ii
Darling you're my rose
 
Nothin', but blue skies from now on.
03.09.2018

Laura Palmer

In the trees, there are souls, I think
Souls growing, becoming different
In every leaf so silent
Lie still – Lie still – Lie still
 
I'm gone. Long gone. Like a turkey in the corn
You're not a turkey. A turkey is one of the dumbest birds on Earth
Gobble, gobble, gobble
 
I'd like to be alone like other people
I'd like to learn something about the soft, white clothes I wear
Like everyone else does
Lie still – Lie still – Lie still
 
I'm gone. Long gone. Like a turkey in the corn
You're not a turkey. A turkey is one of the dumbest birds on Earth
Gobble, gobble, gobble
 
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02.09.2018

In your palm

You know that
Only she, only she
Only she can give you love
All that your heart
Heart, heart
All that your heart wants
 
Heart, you don't know
When you love, it hurts you more
You keep looking in the distance
To look for relief
 
When you feel that it hurts
You look for love in your pocket
The sun is on your sky when you look for it
 
In your palm
I would sing
My love
If you let me
 
I would sing to you every day
I would sing to you every night
In your palm, I would sing
 
Do you still remember when you whistled
Whistled, whistled
You cried out to love
You lost yourself in my eyes
You lost yourself, you lost yourself
You just looked for love
 
You held me tightly in your arms
You took me by the hand and dreamed
You carried me to the stars
And then you kissed me
 
When you feel that it hurts
You look for love in your pocket
The sun is on your sky when you look for it
 
In your palm
I would sing
My love
If you let me
 
I would sing to you every day
I would sing to you every night
In your palm, I would sing
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!
02.09.2018

A Violin In The Night

Tonight play quietly for me
Let the sad violin sound weep along me
Because I trusted a woman blindly
The one that's already left with a mocking laughter
 
Her kisses still burn on my face
And now she gives someone else delight and sin
 
Play for me now, oh violin in the night!
I listen to that song like in a wonderful dream
I think only of her
 
I know she will never come to me again
I must soothe my misery, so I weep now
Like a violin in the night
 
01.09.2018

Farewell, Mary

Where the blue sea murmurs
Where I kissed my precious
Where I used to be happy
 
Farewell, Mary! Farewell, Mary!
Farewell, Mary!
 
Never again across Stradun with you
Nor following you to your corner
Or watching your eyes burn
 
Farewell, Mary! Farewell, Mary!
Farewell, Mary!
 
Never again in a small gondola with you
Nor to Lokrum in a small boat
Youth is gone and everything is over
 
Farewell, Mary! Farewell, Mary!
Farewell, Mary!
 
20.08.2018

It's not worth it in Summer

De Palma
Ana Mena
(FDP, ahah)
 
[Stanza 1 Fred De Palma]
She dances only with her friends
But when I pass smiling
I ask her 'What do you want to drink'?
While I drink that what she says
And I drink another litre of Cuba
I lose connection
I am like a meteorite
On its way to collission
She thinks like Barbie that I have the whole collection
I only just want to discard the agreement
 
[Chorus: Ana Mena]
If you come to search for me
Just not in summer as it's not worth it
If I'm not back on my feet, I don't respond to you, don't call back
Don't get angry
It's the wine's fault
It's is the sea's fault
It's not worth it in Summer
 
19.08.2018

In Other Words

Take me with you to know the moon
Being beside you soothes my suffering
Your warmth, your love for me has a distinct sweetness
Come, come my darling for spring will arrive
Don't leave me alone for beside you I want to be
Seeing the flowers bloom, bloom - with you
 
Ay, take me with you to know the moon
Being beside you soothes my suffering
Your warmth, your love for me has a distinct sweetness
Come, come my darling for spring will arrive
Don't leave me alone for beside you I want to be
Seeing the flowers bloom, bloom - with you
 
19.08.2018

You’ll see how nice it will be

Don't worry, my darling,
everything will be alright,
everything will change,
just like in a puppet theater,
you will pass your exam
in comparative grammar,
just don’t cry, my darling,
everything will be okay.
 
I will start my own workshop
“Repair of sundials”,
a warm rain will wash away the misery,
everything in Pewex1will cost half of the price,
we’ll buy a new kettle
and a satellite dish
and a living home pet:
a dog or a piano.
 
You’ll see how nice it will be,
touchable, yet unreal.
Oh, you’ll see how nice it will be,
in the blink of an eye the whole world will change,
the world will change.
 
Beginning from Monday
the government will abolish taxes and uniforms,
a symphonic orchestra
will play on every corner,
the world will become
a one spring tree,
where everyone
will find his place.
 
We will live outside the city,
close to the planetary airport,
and we’ll watch how big,
yet fragile and delicate,
space ships land
surrounded by colorful flashes.
The law of gravity will change
and everything will be okay.
 
[2x:]
You’ll see how nice it will be,
touchable, yet unreal.
Oh, you’ll see how nice it will be,
in the blink of an eye the whole world will change,
the world will change.
 
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19.08.2018

I think, I love you

Would you believe it if you found out
That maybe you're the special one in this heart of mine
Maybe you'd think
That I'm kidding
I love you, I love you
I think
 
I think I love you
Only you and no one else
But my heart can't say
What it feels
Why don't you notice
Maybe you'll love me
Because as I said,
I think I love you
 
Would you believe it if you found out
That maybe you're the one that makes my heart beat
I always dream about you even if I'm awake
I love you, I love you
I think
 
I think I love you
...
 
It's okay
I'll wait for you
It's okay
When I see that the time is near
That you'll decide to love
You'll remember
You'll remember
I think...
 
I think I love you
...
 
TkRyuu
19.08.2018

I live on humppa

I once fell off a stool
And I tore my accordion, it's reeds leak
Uaaa, it sighs
Humppaman's bread is dry
It's not covered by lard but mold
I share it with a rat
 
Hold on to your hat
Because soon the reeds will bellow
Accordion and the stool, meaning chair, meet
Humppa plays out
 
Oo I sleep under my accordion
Oo I live on humppa
Foot giving beat
Oo I live on humppa
 
I feel very uncomfortable
I wonder if I'm hungry or is it my prostate
Uuaa, when it hurts
I spend my days cutting coupons
I use them the fix my accordion or to go to the bingo
For coffee
 
Hold on to your hat
Because soon the reeds will bellow
Accordion and the stool, meaning chair, meet
Humppa plays out
 
Oo I sleep under my accordion
Oo I live on humppa
Foot giving beat
Oo I live on humppa
 
Oo I sleep under my accordion
Oo I live on humppa
Foot giving beat
Oo I live on humppa
 
18.08.2018

How sorry I feel

How sorry I feel for Hannibal’s wounded elephants,
for victims of cold and the Phoenician soldiery,
who died young among alpine violets…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for the centurion wounded in Cana,
for the drops of blood on the chicory twig…
I don’t say anything, I just rub off my fogged glasses
and continue reading the history textbook.
 
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow...
 
How sorry I feel for the sinful people of Gomorrah, drunk with wine,
punished by fires from heavens so badly
for the activity that was - in fact - just entertainment…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for Balthazar with a heart as heavy as a stone,
when I picture him looking at the inscriptions on the wall
the moment he already knows that apart from Asian flu and hangover
there is also a holocaust, which you won’t be able to survive.
 
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow...
 
How sorry I feel for the scattered Cleopatra’s cosmetics,
aloe, mandrake and honeysuckle,
among which Antonius was dying…
How sorry I feel, how sorry…
How sorry I feel for Ovid deported to Romania,
where he spent his tormenting nights of insomnia.
I don’t say anything, I just rub off my fogged glasses
and continue reading the dark history book.
 
I would like to be touched by something absolute and great.
Let it be a planet, atom of glass or a meteorite,
let it be an untainted blue whale,
a stratosphere or a kite all painted white!
Let it be anything, anything, anything,
a dream running on the waves or a frigate under sails!
Look, Soracte's mighty peak stands deep in virgin snow...
 
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18.08.2018

No free places

I drive through the night in my Zaporozhets1
it’s orange, but not new anymore.
The world bumps and dances on the other side of my windscreen2
How wonderful it is to drive a “Clockwork Orange”.
It’s time to park the car, to get home,
I’ve reached the parking and I open my eyes…
 
Oh, shit, no free places,
every single place is occupied.
Oh, shit, no free places,
I have to go away.
 
I’m down in the dumps,
it’s time to flush my mouth.
I’ll step into the bar round the corner,
I’ll eat a frikadelle, I’ll meat a girl,
I’ll dream at the bar with a glass in my hand.
I go inside and… it’s the end of the dream…
 
Oh, shit, no free places,
every single place is occupied.
Oh, shit, no free places,
I have to go away.
 
I know what I should do, I should get into power,
for sure I’ll hack it,
I will have a chair, a desk and everything.
I run quickly to the municipal office,
the doorkeeper spreads his hands, no way,
and he shows me the offices...
 
Oh, shit, no free places,
every single place is occupied.
Oh, shit, no free places,
I have to go away.
 
When the Day of Final Judgment comes
and I’ll be judged for my sinful life
being sentenced for a penitentiary inferno
in the eternal prison,
I hope Mephisto with his sparrowhawk nose
will tell me, checking his notes:
 
I’m sorry, no free places,
every single place is occupied.
I’m sorry, no free places,
Go away to heaven!
 
  • 1.
  • 2. Or: “windshield” - for Americans.
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18.08.2018

Dithyramb on the death of Salvador Dalí

In that annoying winter time,
when some people were still sleeping deeply,
he was on his way to heaven, the painter Salvador,
he was on his way to heaven, Salvador Dalí.
 
Wrapped in the bright cloud of metal sparks,
in a scandalous hat he wore aslant.
He was carried modestly, not in a chariot,
but on an ordinary, burning giraffe.
 
Everyone immediately ran out to see him,
feeling offended and extremely angry.
Everyone, with his nose headed to the sky,
was cursing him while gazing thorough the binocs.
 
This burning giraffe and this madman,
it’s a scandal, where is the fire brigade?
Let them quench the fire, don’t let this animal suffer!
Look, man, he’s just passing by the moon!
 
He will soon disappear, like a ghost, in constellations.
Hey, man, it simply looks like a typical provocation.
To go to heaven is a very serious matter,
he could have worn at least the shoes and a tie.
 
And he was speeding, scattering confetti
and jumping over the firmaments.
And hearing the fierce invectives
he felt as if he was already in heaven.
 
The procession followed him,
three crying silver safety-pins
and a carboy in deep sorrow,
all faithful and blessed.
 
And the giraffe and a rubber tram,
and the fire brigade blowing on trumpets.
After all, things like that don’t happen everyday,
it’s a great dream that goes up to heaven.
 
A great dream, that disappeared in constellations.
Oh, that was a wonderful provocation,
but as the carnival was still going on
I ran fast to buy a tie.
 
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11.08.2018

Haide la Hoppala

Singurătatea a fost de ajuns pentru sufletele noastre, aici nu-i nimeni?
Brusc, cineva se învârte ca vântul,
Fără iubire, viața e inacceptabilă, viața nu poate fi numită viață,
Cina romantică seara nu e mâncată de unul singur.
 
Nu te gândi prea mult,
Vino în colțul ăsta,
Dă la o parte ezitările,
Cu tine, noi doi împreună, în inimă cu libertate,
Niciodată nu vom fi singuri.
 
Haide în Hoppala, vino aici,
Haide, haide, haide, cu noi sentimente,
Iubirea e gata să apară.
 
(Berk Coşkun)
Avocado,kiwi, papaya, puțin mango,
Lângă piscină puțin rumba sau tango,
Ce fel de suflet e acesta? Te-am văzut, ce bine!
E ca un roman pe care toată lumea pare să-l citească, e ca un roman!
Urmele noastre se pierd, fii mereu pregătit,
Fie imi ești cel mai apropiat, fie stai mereu departe,
Valurile s-au sfârșit iar, marea s-a calmat,
Să fie târziu, aici vom privi strălucirea lunii în mare (*yakamoz)
 
(Ziynet Sali)
Când suntem împreunp în același loc, inima mea se bucură,
Ești o lumină în întuneric, ce să mai spun altceva?!
Am ieșit, am venit alături de tine, mi-am luat patul și pătura,
Să scoatem la iveală iubirea acum, de asta să ne bucurăm.
 
Nu te gândi prea mult,
Vino în colțul ăsta,
Dă la o parte ezitările,
Cu tine, noi doi împreună, în inimă cu libertate,
Niciodată nu vom fi singuri.
 
Haide în Hoppala, vino aici,
Haide, haide, haide, cu noi sentimente,
Iubirea e gata să apară.
 
31.07.2018

Scenery of All Parts of Korea (Satoori Rap)

Versions: #2
[Rap Monster] Yo Once Again Big Hit Represent
 
We are Bangtan Boys Let Go
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla (T/N: all of the listed except Seoul are Provinces in South Korea. Seoul is the capital of Gangwon)
 
[SUGA] Ey ey What ya say? x2
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[J-Hope] Tell them we done come We hella $wag
 
[SUGA] Hello misters Well you can probably tell my hometown is Daegu So today we gonna have a good time, regardless of men or women, with some satoori (T/N: regional dialect) rap
 
[J-Hope] You all over there, how have y’all been? Oh my- say what? Why are these kids volunteering to rap?
 
Misters and Mrs.’s, don’t just sit there cramped up, come out and enjoy! Just grab ‘em all up and leggo
 
[SUGA] Yo kid The descendents of Shilla’s (T/N: Silla Dynasty 57 BC – 935 AD) hwarang (T/N: Korean equivalent of Japanese geishas in terms of what they do, probably considered lower in social class than geishas, though) keep growing and using their satooris
 
Gyeongsang-do kids are savory and affectionate, who relate to our sentiments
 
[J-Hope] Well geez hyung-nim we have those, too. What’d they say we ate? Bibimbap is the principal meal, ain’t it now?
 
Even if you keep hatin’ it only amounts to the blood in a bird’s foot (T/N: common Korean saying, meaning close to nothing, minimal) So see ya later I plan to work this out with you cleanly (T/N: basically challenging SUGA to settle their argument with a rap battle)
 
[SUGA] Yo, kid Yo, kid you know that saying? Who says Gyeongsang-do is notoriously ill-reputed? Who said?
 
Do you know? When it comes to affections Gyeongsang-do’s is like the sea Come see for yourself
 
Nah Nah nevermind, kid I’mma Daegu boy so I’m not saying it twice
 
It true it true Gyeonsang-do’s a killer is it not? Take it back, we’re no strangers here
 
[J-Hope] What you say now? (T/N: watch out for sassiest phrase you’ll hear form J-Hope in 3..2..) Oh hEEyaAlllLl naw! What to do? My mouth is twisted shut from your ridiculous Jeolla-do hate
 
All you gotta do is try our Heuksando (T/N: island off the coast of Jeolla) skate (T/N: type of fish) the balance in every corner of your body will blow out
 
Over there whatever that mm will you be okay? I got a kid that’s running 8th-9th month (T/N: in the WOMB OK J-HOPE IS WEIRD)?
 
It’s as big as Mt. Mudeung (T/N: big mountain reppin’ Jeolla), a watermelon at 20kg It’s a champion Seeing from the outside it’s obviously a Bangtan that will make girls cry
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[SUGA] Ey ey What ya say? x2
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[J-Hope] Tell them we’re here We hella $wag
 
[J-Hope] Ah yes hyung-nim you know bout the 8/21 Hitit Final in Hongdae?
 
[SUGA] Wass dat
 
[J-Hope] Man, you really can’t be helped
 
[SUGA] Man, what is it?
 
[J-Hope] Go look it up, yes
 
[Rap Monster] Hey you tacky country boys I’m Seoul State of Mind I was born in Seoul so I learned the Seoul language well
 
Well yes, these days they do say satoori’s a gift but okay I’m accept it, the accents sure do have style (Uh)
 
But here I’m a standard man and just as honest My start and my finish are well-established
 
My lingo was arranged as the Korean standard model Only Ours Goes With English Yall Never Understand It
 
Okay I’ll be truthfully honest If you’re a man, Gyeongsang-do satoori makes you want to use it
 
Jeolla-do vernacular is always so warm and familiar Once I hold it in my mouth Uwo Man, I get all happy
 
Why Keep Fighting Either way they’re all in Korean Look up, and we look up at the same sky
 
It’s a little cheesy and all but, everyone’s cool We can all communicate from Munsan to Marado
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[SUGA] Ey ey What ya say? x2
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[J-Hope] Tell them we’re here We hella $wag
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[SUGA] Ey ey What ya say? x2
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
[J-Hope] Tell them we’re here We hella $wag
 
[Rap Monster] From Seoul, Gangwon to Gyeongsang From Choongcheong to Jeolla
 
30.07.2018

Could you guess today, damnation ...

Could you guess today, damnation,
What comes tomorrow into our skulls?!
I for instance collect lighters,
Now and Sevka began to torture tortoises.
 
My friend Kolka is interested in Irina,
My friend Yurka is enthused about riding,
My friend Vitka spends days under the motor-car,
My friend Lovka goes in summer with a beard.
 
If I begin loafing, become listless -
I give away my lighters in no time,
Or I may simply throw them away
Or light them all at the same time.
 
28.07.2018

White Doves, Paloma

Uhuhu ...
 
Slowly the purple sun goes down,
Full of memories1 is then the sunset.
 
Fly, white dove, Paloma!
Longings bring you over the sea,
To my girl, Paloma.
Tell her, so heavy is my heart!
 
Uhuhu ...
 
So much tenderness I've found in your eyes,
Many happy dreams with you I've dreamt.
 
Fly, white dove, Paloma!
Longings bring you over the sea,
To my girl, Paloma.
Tell her, so heavy is my heart!
 
In your eyes there were farewell tears,
When you told me: 'Tonight stay with me!'
No one can take those splendid dreams from us,
Even also when in suffering you've for sure lost your heart.
And from there she flies, the little white dove,
My hope, through the evening wind.
 
Fly, white dove, Paloma!
Longings bring you over the sea,
To my girl, Paloma.
Tell her, so heavy is my heart!
Tell her, so heavy is my heart!
 
  • 1. Lit., 'remembrance'.
24.07.2018

Burning Love

From these streets no one will find nothing but asphalt,
If i'm leaving this place i'll take everthing with me and douse us in petrol,
 
I did not yearn for consolation, not even if i died.
I never yearned for others, beause i'll only have you.
 
I've tried to search for you. I've tried everything, everything.
These streets won't be constraining me, i finally realised that.
 
If you care for me, you'll never ask what i needed you for.
Remain silent in my arms as i'm lighting the petrol.
 
I did not yearn for consolation, not even if i died.
I never yearned for others, beause i'll only have you.
 
I've tried to search for you. I've tried everything, everything.
These streets won't be constraining me, i finally realised that.
 
I've tried to search for you. I've tried everything, everything.
These streets won't be constraining me, i finally realised that.
 
I've tried to search for you. I've tried everything, everything.
These streets won't be constraining me, i finally realised that.
 
22.07.2018

Autumn Sleeves

The uncertainty tipped me makes the wind feel cool
Rather than open the wardrobe to take the long sleeves
The memories that I forgot came to me
I covered the tears in front of me
 
Did i live pretend to not concern, pretend to be okay?
The hurt memories makes my head downs again
It becomes clear again your unheard laugh voice
When you filled my heart fully
 
After struggling like that, I try to look for you again
I took you out the day when I miss you a lot
I struggling hold it, I closed my heart
Only the good memories left
Forget everything
 
The familiar your warm fragrant
It still lingers at the end of my nose
My wishes slowly go far away
Flowing following you go
 
After struggling like that, I try to look for you again
I took you out the day when I miss you a lot
I struggling hold it, I closed my heart
Only the good memories left
Forget everything
 
(I miss you I miss you) You who I cherished so much
(I miss you I miss you) You who were always beside me
(I miss you I miss you) There were so many good memories
I called you again, it is so hurt
 
22.07.2018

A song about the Civil War

Barbed wire fences,
skinny like sticks,
prisoners were put to dig.
They were dark times,
it was troubling,
it was kept forgotten for years.
A Red could be identified by the armbands,
fighting with handguns,
no coffin boards,
iron nails,
the mass graves were kept silent.
 
And we came from the west,
I put a spruce coniferous on my hat,
following First Lieutenant Melin,
I seized Hämeenkatu,
I saw men at the Näsijärvi,
they skied a trail across the lake,
now that there's nothing left,
smoke rises out of crushed bricks.
 
Now a peacemonger is needed,
we don't need a stirrer,
to forge plows out of swords,
sometimes it's far too cold out here.
The war that we carry inside us,
for generations boys get it from their fathers,
hired men and masters fight back tears when they miss their mother. (MOM!)
 
'Don't cry over your lost son, mother,
even if your only shelter has been torn from you.
So cast aside your worries,
put away your wishes,
all of it into oblivion,
and wait until we meet in the eternity.'
 
And then came peace,
but for too long they were taken behind saunas,
there were old grudges,
red bands,
this is a land of mass graves.
Came beatings,
groups of bandits with shooting irons,
white terror,
red terror,
a land at stake.
 
I got a shotgun from the community hall,
I got an armband,
it was wet,
I saw Golgotha on Kalevankangas,
it took too long,
I was hungry,
there was oppression,
there was an oppressor,
it rained sleet in the bullet rain,
at Sorinahde we were in a pinch,
and my pulse beat like a piston.
 
What kind of song will be sung,
what will it look like when we open our eyes,
what does it feel like when weapons are fired,
and men go down like hay?
What does it look like when you watch from afar,
what does it feel like when your child is buried,
what do we all hush about,
and keep silent?
 
'Don't cry over your lost son, mother,
even if your only shelter has been torn from you.
So cast aside your worries,
put away your wishes,
all of it into oblivion,
and wait until we meet in the eternity.'
 
Goodbye father, mother too and brothers, my sister,
I won't see you anymore even if I wished it so.
You can't know when the time comes and the night arrives,
life is dream and the work lapses.
 
19.07.2018

Fallen heroes

Don't look for a love like this
You'll find a flaw in every girl
Don't bring into that new story
Any old stuff
 
'Cause we were fallen heroes
And saved the others from us
But all that doesn't exist now
Still has a shape and voice
 
Ch.
For you, there's no end in me
And I still pray
That someone will love you like this
But they won't, we both know
 
Come on with that smile
We're not saying goodbye
Maybe we're only a life away from meeting again
 
Don't wake my dreams of glass
'Cause each one breaks in a second
And happiness hasn't even touched me
Ever since you became hers
 
Ch.
For you, there's no end in me
And I still pray
That someone will love you like this
But they won't, we both know
 
Maybe we're only a life away from meeting again
 
Ch.
For you, there's no end in me
And I still pray
That someone will love you like this
But they won't, we both know
 
Come on with that smile
We're not saying goodbye
Maybe we're only a life away from meeting again
 
17.07.2018

The Dance of Love (Sevillanas concert)

My songs
 
The song was born from the people for the dance
for the dance, the dance, the dance.
Songs from the Betis riverbank,
la Coria and Puebla, rocieras,1
gypsy the ones of Sanlucar de Barrameda
Songs from the Huelva's marshes,
the marsh and Rocio songs,
and in the Alkarife, Gines with its tradition.
And in the whole Spain, to the sound of the songs
the spanish women dance by corraleras, 2
when my Seville sings
beautiful spring tonadillas.
 
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Seville
 
Seville, Seville, Seville
You made me in the cradle,
there won't be more fortune nor greater madness than
being your son, Seville.
You sang to me songs,
there won't be a mermaid nor brown-skinned woman that
sings better, Seville.
The Goddess, the exquisite queen
the most beautiful gypsy
that mankind saw being born. Seville.
 
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My stand
 
I want the castanets
to sound in my stand.
And my friends to sing and dance,
and forget the sadness, OLE,
and the guitars to sound and the party to not die.
And welcome to whoever bring us
charm and joy, OLE
and keep the party alive with art and harmony.
That's the way it is, my April fair,
and no lack of charm can change it,
Seville is glory, as if by magic.
 
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The bullfight
 
Heaven is playing the bugles,
the national party makes commotion.
Archangels as bailiffs
and on the gang yard,
the bullfighters are queueing up,
their suits are of glory color
with stars.
Six white bulls of peace,
for Granero and Joselito,
Manolete and Bienvenida,
Paquirri and the young Yiyo,
what a bullfight poster!
And next to the barrier
the Virgin of Hope of Macarena
between Lorca and Juan Belmonte,
they're shouting TORERO
to the sound of a pasodoble.
 
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Andalusian carnivals
 
How pretty! How pretty! How pretty!
Somebody told us that some comparsas
with charm and joking around they say
why do foreigners sing to Cadiz
like if we were russians, americans or brazilians.
We're andalusians and long live the south, OLE.
Alhambra, mosque, Santa Cruz neighbourhood,
being Andalusia what else matters.
If we live under the same sky
I love Cadiz and this is it,
don't mess with me fellow
that we are brothers of light and sun.
 
This is Carnival! This is Carnival!
This is Carnival! This is Carnival!
By Malaga's Alameda 3
confettis and streamers,
beautiful goddess of the seas,
and the art of Isla Cristina,
carnivals of the seas.
Puerto de Santa María,
even the very Guadalete
dresses up and San Fernando
with Barbate and Algeciras
sings and dances like a comprarsa.
We have to die in Cadiz
we gotta see the partying
and what a natural charm
has the people of Cadiz
with the chaos of their carnival.
¡GUANAMINO, EEEEEH!
 
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The tonadilla
 
The tonadilla was born in Spaim
between fans and castanets.
And it travelled very elegant through the world
and a comb
was talking about Triana or violets
Seville and la Barqueta.
Mrs Concha4 put a crown on it,
Queen that is Juana, 5
Marifé, the most sevillian lineage
and the Santiago6 from Jerez
And who says it's dead
if there's Veneno to sing it,
Martirio, my God, Martirio
tonadilla, sunglasses
and the affront of La Lirio
 
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Guys
 
He was born in image and likeness of Adam
and the heart of Eve
and he carries it proudly.
And he dreams with a man
who loves him and understands him,
and protects him,
without chains nor bars.
He is like that, he dreams like that,
he thinks like that, he was born like that,
and that's how his heart beats,
loving is not a sin
because even God loved.
 
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I always think of you
 
I think of you,
I think of you, woman.
I think of you,
farmer and rural,
graduated and teacher,
university girl,
I think of you, woman.
I think of you,
you who are single mother,
young worker,
and in you, queen of the home,
I think of you, woman.
And I see you singing to your child
'my little baby sleep
or the boogeyman will get you'
I always think of you.
 
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Life
 
Life.
The alarm clock rings
with smell of coffee,
I take a shower, I shave
the dawn is singing,
I go to work, goodbye home.
Maria stays
combing the children
who have school
like every day.
She dreams a fantasy sunday.
And dreams of her favourite story,
spins and dreams, dreams and spins, life.
 
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Careful
 
Careful. Careful. Careful.
I'm careful with my people,
I'm careful with my parents, careful,
I'm always careful with who loves me well.
I'm careful with my friends,
and with my enemies too, careful,
and with that girl who dies for me.
Life backfires on you
you gotta keep the look
and the heart alerted
Careful, careful with all around you.
 
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The crack era
 
Maria comes running by the sidewalks,
she's chased by two little pickpockets,
yes, pickpockets
Life is going bad
We live on the crack era!
María, I keep your heavenly smile.
Drugs, drugs will kill
half mankind, María.
I keep going with my puchero,
my cocido and my meat paste.
 
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Seville of yesterday
 
Stones, solid stones
nailed over the dirty floor,
skinny dogs playing, blue sky,
the neighbours screaming, almost for nothing
and they live the weekly novel
and paint the courtyards for the night out,
the grandfathers playing with the card deck,
girls, the installment seller came with his basket,
full of white dishes and bed trousseaus.
 
On San Leandro, they ring around the rosie,
all the girls of San Esteban
and in San Bernardo,
the neighbourhood boys play to be bullfighters.
Through the road the streetcars cross,
the street Oriente, who would say it!,
and to Cruzcampo,
the Via Crucis of a saint people come.
Seville of yesterday,
that time stole
Seville went away
to sleep with the legends
of its old neighbourhods
and its simplicity.
 
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Triana
 
The gypsies of la Cava,
potters, the Cachorro,7
Betis street, río-río,
Altozano, Juan Belmonte,
Soleá, Virgin of Hope,
the courtyards, bulería,
my Triana, what a joy
 
(Recited)
And in Seville, Triana,
the one of green color by the shore of its river,
by the green Simpecao8 of the Virgin of the Rocío,
and because if the green, green, is the color of Hope,
Triana of green has even the soul dressed,
green cloak, green mantle, of my pretty Marinera,
Triana is of color green, green as its flag.
 
Triana, Triana, Triana.
Of bell ringers
and of nazarenes and brown-skinned Christs that
give me cold, Triana.
You give me spring,
sky of orange blossoms, courtyard parties that
are your arts, Triana.
Bullfighter, Rocio princess,
my sailing girl,
you'll make me fall in love, Triana.
 
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Fishermen
 
Fishermen and sailors,
my guitar always prays for you.
From dry land,
I see the boats going offshore,
my song on the shore is dressed of sorrow.
Fishermen, sailors,
who gave their lives for a whirlwind,
black storms, so evil and murderous.
How brave one has to be!
to become a lover of that treacherous woman,
who makes you get confidence to backstab you later.
 
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I like it all in you
 
All, all, all, I like it all in you.
Your way of looking, I like it all in you.
Your lips kissing, I like it all in you.
All, all, all, I like it all in you.
Your simple goodness, I like it all in you.
Your sexual body, I like it all in you.
All, all, all, I like it all in you.
And when you make love,
that yell that has no solution
when you finally fly.
All, all, I like it all in you.
 
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Always mine
 
To make you mine, mine, mine, mine
I promised to the skies.
To settle down,
to quit the parties, the night binges,
the women troubles, brothels and clubs.
And I achieved it by devoting myself to you,
thinking of you, looking at you,
caressing you, only you.
And I made you mine, mine, mine, mine, always mine.
You're the bohemia of my joy
 
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Love and pleasure
 
Don't confuse pleasure with love,
because both are on the same car.
Don't be so crazy, that you're wrong,
and after all, you can lose.
Girl, I don't want you to lie nor cheat on me,
I don't want more disdains nor snubness, no.
Because girl, I don't deserve it, you know,
and I have the key of your heart.
Fly if you want adventures.
Change the lock saying goodbye, dear.
 
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Music box
 
Our life is a music box,
of music and poetry.
I've been criticized by my friends
and some people put me to one side
and my family was predicting
that there was no doubt of my insanity,
that I was crazy.
And for being crazy they despised us
the knowledgeables who made fun of our music,
music, music, music, music, music.
But in the shadows of a pentagram,
we sang, we fought together and so
the flowers of the songs they sowed
finally bloomed.
 
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All alone
 
The Virgin of the Rocio told me to come to see her.
To come to see her,
when she's there alone, in her hermitage,
without claps nor parties, drums nor flutes,
White Dove of God, all alone.
To come to see her,
when she's still, in her hermitage,
without anybody waking her up, no rockets sounding,
White Dove of God, Rocío sleep.
Sleep, Rocío sleep. Sleep Dove of peace
in the blessed silence, Rocío, of your loneliness.
 
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The theater
 
The theater finally lifts the curtains
and in the middle of a great silence, the actor shows up.
Today he's King Lear,
tomorrow Hamlet and yesterday Don Juan,
and sometimes a mandman and others a robber.
He has to perform
'Life is a dream' or charming
Juliet or Melibea and love, and love.
Love and love,
his life among flying systems, wings
and the writings of a script,
and becoming again Antonio, Juan or Pedro
when the curtains go down.
 
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Forgive me (from the brotherhood corner)
 
For the corrupt world,
for the damned war,
for my people and my town, Lord,
forgive me.
Christ of the Good Death,
of Blood or of Love,
of Health or Cachorro,
Dying Christ. Forgive me.
Christ in the cross for Seville,
who could remove your three nails of the wook
and who could cure your wounds, Nazarene. Forgive me.
And who could cut the thorns of your forehead,
I believe in you, forgive me,
for my people and my town, my Lord of Great Power.
 
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Radio Votings
 
(Hostess voice)
They were Cantores de Hispalis
in his concert 'The dance of love'.
As always, on your favorite show
'La regañá tostaita'
where you can vote the prettiest sevillanam
the one of your neighbourhood group
the one of your boyfriend or your nephew.
Here we have a new call. Hi.
(Voter voice)
Hello, hey, this is for voting?
(Hostess voice)
Yes sir. It's for voting.
From where are you calling?
 
It doesn't matter from where I call,
but write in a paper.
I vote for the andalusian writers,
poets who write poems,
that become spring stanzas.
I vote for the the musicians who make dances,
with art of my Andalusia,
for the people to dance them with joy.
And I vote for who sings
and gives his soul for a song,
and I vote for the beauty
of our culture, Mr Host.
 
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The Fair
 
Whare are you going?, 'to the fair'
The Giralda dressed of polka dots,
courted by gypsy bandits,
open the doors of the fair,
the April fair.
And Granada gets in with grace,
by the arm of the gypsy Sacromonte
and Huelva of marsh and Rocio,
and Malaga in the rump of a horse,
that Don Jerez de la Frontera rides.
Happy is 'The Silver Cup',9
dancing with bullfighters of Cordoba,
Almería with frills of foam,
Jaen gets in singing with Linares,
Seville with its mother Andalusia.
Let's raise the hands,
that we're on fair and we gotta toast.
Seville is the host of friendship.
 
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Andalusian land
 
The friendship of the southern towns
is a reality thanks to our mother
who takes care of us with love, Andalusia.
You made me in the cradle,
there won't be more fortune nor greater madness than
being your son, Andalusia.
You sang to me songs,
there won't be a mermaid nor brown-skinned woman that
sings better, Andalusia.
The Goddess, the exquisite queen
the most beautiful gypsy
that mankind saw being born. Andalusia.
 
(recited)
Andalusia, the beautiful dancer
who wins hearts in a full affront,
of well planted arms, of seductive hands,
of sensual arched waist, of pretty feet
that fly around the love bonfire,
where the people, gypsy of crystal beads and wide brimmed hats,
pretends her among his frills, he tries to win her heart
among scents of songs and sighs of castanets
and moans of guitars, and it makes it, and kisses her,
and makes her of its own, its own... oh! my girl Andalusia,
the beautiful dancer of love.
 
Dance. Dance of love.
 
  • 1. Sevillanas of The Rocío Virgin
  • 2. Sevillanas of the Corral de comedias
  • 3. An avenue with groves
  • 4. Concha Piquer
  • 5. Juanita Reina
  • 6. María José Santiago
  • 7. The Dying Christ of Cachorro
  • 8. A banner meaning 'Concieved without sin'
  • 9. a nickname for Cadiz
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