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Așa este menit

Stând aici
Am realizat
Suntem fix la fel
'Cercăm a da istoriei țel
 
Dar cin' să-mpartă
În bine și rău?
Când garda ți-e jos
Putem cădea de-acord
 
Că violența naște violență
Dar pân' la urmă așa este menit
 
Mi-am ales cărarea
Tu-ți urmezi vexarea
Dar poate suntem la fel
 
Lumea s-a schimbat
Mulți s-au înșelat
Dar nimeni nu-i vinovat
 
Și totuși privind acest tărâm dezolat
Presimt o renaștere
Sub nisipul însângerat
Sub nisipul însângerat
 

If

If, if our eyes speak
but our hearts don't answer
If, if the tears fall
and pass by the lips
 
If, if you see me in front of your door at sunrise
it will be difficult for me to ask you for the reason
If you tell me that there will be no 'us' ever again
I will take back everything I have told you
 
If you ask me what I would be without us
I would be a drop in a tempest
If you ask me what I would be without us
I would be the love of a night you would never forget
 
If, if love is everything
and our words are wasted
If, if I loved you a lot
more than you loved me
 
If, if through your window you see me standing
in the rain, I will leave without your gaze
Whatever you say, out of honor, I will accept it
I will take back everything I have told you
 
If you ask me what I would be without us
I would be a drop in a tempest
If you ask me what I would be without us
I would be the love of a night you would never forget
 
If one day, when you come back
you realize I'm not there
and you find a red goodbye
on the wall in the living room
And if you don't feel it in your chest
that your soul is leaving you
and that the ground beneath your feet
is getting lost and fading...
 
If I see you standing in front of me in the street
I won't hide my 'I love you' while crying
Because you cannot resist the one you love
As much as you would like...
As much as you would like...
As much as you would like...
to leave all the 'ifs' behind!
 

Out of the window

Versions: #1
Out of window there is
a bloom of apricot 1
and warmth of
the single bloom
 
Out of window there are
lush green leaves to my eyes,
voice of lesser cuckoo 2
and ah, first bonito of the season 3
 
Out of window there is
crisp autumn breeze
circling around mountains
and hear a voice of a temple bell 4
 
How long is
remaining life?
This night is fleeting
life is short
 
Out of window there is
snow chilling my house
I just lie in bed, imagining it
just imagining 5
 
Out of window there is
a joyous flower of roof iris 6
that blooms white
in this spring evening
 

• 1. Usually blooms in the end of winter and annonces the arrival of spring
• 2. Cuculus poliocephalus, its voice announces the arrival of summer
• 3. In Japanese culture, not only bonito, the first harvest of fish or vegetable is believed to bring good luck and health. First bonito appears in early summer.
• 4. gigantic bells usually placed at Buddhism temples
• 5. Shiki Masaoka, original auther, made this line while he's ill in bed. With unusual snowfall in Tokyo, he could not go out to see snow and just imagine or think of snow with what is seen from window.
• 6. Iris tectorum. Japanese traditional name ichihatsu reads 'ichi'=one,first and 'hatsu'=for the first time. Because it blooms earliest among other species of iris.

You're not

You're not like the other loves
I feel so strong with you
You're not like the other loves
You're my last stop
 
I've been going to nightclubs
And fell for loves that lasted one night
But I found a place in your heart
So as not to fall into the mud again
 
You're not like the other loves
I feel so strong with you
You're not like the other loves
You're my last stop
 
I wasn't living even if I was saying that I was living
My biggest love in life
But what I loved was fake
Until I met you and you changed me
 
You're not like the other loves
I feel so strong with you
You're not like the other loves
You're my last stop
 

Fairy tale

Once upon a time, in the world of fairy tales,
everything was turned upside down in a magical way.
Heroes from the fairy tales decided all at once
to leave the pages and come to us.
 
They went and they came, they arrived in Lycabettus
and they rang our doorbell at the school
We played a thousand games, we even had ice cream
and in the end we danced a wild dance.
 
And does it matter that we are not very alike,
that each and everyone's eyes hide something.
If I didn't have you to live with
my whole life would be pale and boring.
 
They faced something else and so different
and they didn't know how to say I love you.
Together we closed our eyes and hugged
and so we felt important and everything got easier.
 
And does it matter that we are not very alike,
that each and everyone's eyes hide something.
If I didn't have you to live with
my whole life would be pale and boring.
 
They faced something else and so different
and they didn't know how to say I love you.
Together we closed our eyes and hugged
and so we felt important and everything got easier.
 

Sunt un tip

Îi urăsc pe băieții ăștia din era nouă
Sunt un șovinist
Trăiesc pe bere și plăcinte
Am încercat să-ți spun
Dar tu te uiți la mine de parcă aș putea fi un înger pe dedesupt
Ha! nu m-am spălat pe dinți
 
Ieri te-am mințit
Dar prietenii mei mi-au dat un alibi destul de bun
Mersi băieți
(N-ai pentru ce, frate)
De fapt am fost la băut
Ți-am zis că am fost la muncă
Nu-mi cere să mă implic
Că e ceva de care mă voi eschiva
 
Sunt un tip, sunt un țăran
Și îmi plac balcoanele tale
Lucrez cu ziua
Și-mi fut toți banii, mă piș pe ei
Mă uit la fotbal, la TV
Doar dă-mi de băut
Doar toarnă-mi berea, dă-mi țigările și du-te
Sau ia-mă așa cum sunt
Ceea ce înseamnă că s-ar putea să trebuiască să-mi mai aduci o cutie
Fii sigură că dacă mă apuc să-ți fac micul dejun
E deja ceva prea mult pentru mine
Dar mâine mă-mbăt prăpăd
Și astăzi nu va mai însemna nimic
 
Sunt un tip, un bagabont
Și numele prietenului meu cel mai bun e Robbo
Winfield sunt țigările mele
Mă îmbrac în flaneletă
Un maiou sport, de culoare-albastră
Pune și câteva tatuaje în amestec
Știi că nu m-ai vrea în niciun alt fel
Când crezi că m-ai aflat cu totul
Se schimbă sezonul deja
(De la fotbal la crichet)
Eu cred că-i fain când mă comport ca un prostănac
Și prietenii mei încearcă să mă bărbierească
 
Sunt un tip, sunt un țăran
Și îmi plac balcoanele tale
Lucrez cu ziua
Și-mi fut toți banii, mă piș pe ei
Mă uit la fotbal, la TV
Doar dă-mi de băut
Doar toarnă-mi berea, dă-mi țigările și du-te
Sunt un tip, un bagabont
Și numele prietenului meu cel mai bun e Robbo
Winfield sunt țigările mele
Mă îmbrac în flaneletă
Un maiou sport, de culoare-albastră
Pune și câteva tatuaje în amestec
Știi că nu m-ai vrea în niciun alt fel
 

You remind me of my mother

Your behavior is perfect, your words
your charming tricks
those fears that you hid inside your heart
have no meaning at all.
 
If i ever get to know that you feel cold
i will become a chapel so as you would come
a candle i'll be, i will light up just for you
i will kneel before you, to make you care.
 
You remind me of my mother
that's why i love you
you remind me of my mother
i keep you as an amulet of mine.
 
You remind me of my mother
that's why i love you
you remind me of my mother
i keep you as an amulet of mine.
 
Your words were decisive
we only talked a little
you have already paid
the tickets of my sin
 
A doe is in your shade
when you walk
a little star shines in the evening
your dress is black
 
You remind me of my mother
that's why i love you
you remind me of my mother
i keep you as an amulet of mine.
 
You remind me of my mother
that's why i love you
you remind me of my mother
i keep you as an amulet of mine.
 

I can't stand you loneliness

The dawn finds me thinking of her
I cried again for the one I loved
And the fire doesn't extinguish
The dawn finds me home alone once again
I spent another night, I didn't fool my thoughts
I didn't drive away the pain
 
I can't stand you loneliness, I can't stand you
I no longer control myself
I can't stand you loneliness, I'm becoming crazy
For a woman I loved and lost
I can't stand you loneliness, I can't stand you
I no longer control myself
I can't stand you loneliness, I'm becoming crazy
You're a nail in my heart, what will I do
 
I was asking for her during sunrise again
I spent the night alone, I lost on a night like this
The one I loved
The dawn finds me home alone once again
I spent another night, I didn't fool my thoughts
I didn't drive away the pain
 

Rom

rom that is good that is good
they tell you
rom is not easy to be
rom that is good that is good
they tell you
rom is not easy to be
me, i don't know x3
me, i don't know what rom is
me, i don't know x3
 
rom that is good that is good
why should I be, I really want to be
rom that is good that is good
why should I be, I really want to be
me, i don't know x3
me, i don't know what rom is
me, i don't know x3
 
rom that is good that is good
they tell you
rom is not easy to be
rom that is good that is good
they tell you
rom is not easy to be
me, i don't know x3
me, i don't know what rom is
me, i don't know x3
 
rom that is good that is good
they tell you
rom is not easy to be
rom that is good that is good
they tell you x2 ending
rom is not easy to be
me, i don't know x3
me, i don't know what rom is
me, i don't know x3
 

Old Dimos died

I got old, my boys. Fifty years being a brigand*
i haven't enjoyed sleep, and now, exhausted
i am finally getting some sleep. My heart has dried up
My blood was shed like a fountain, i am left without even a drop.
 
I want go to sleep. Cut a branch from a mountain tree
i want it to be green and fresh, to be blooming,
and go on make my bed and put me there to lay down.
 
Who knows what kind of a tree shall spring up from my grave!
If it springs up a plane tree, in its shadow
young brigands will come and hang their weapons.
And they shall sing about my youth and my bravery.
And if a beautiful and black-dressed cypress grows,
young brigands will come and take pine cones,
to clean their wounds, and say a prayer for the soul of Old Dimos.
 
..........................................................................
Run, my boy, fast, run up to the hill
and shoot with my riffle. In my sleep
i want to hear for the last time, its sound.
 
-------------------------------------------
Old Dimos heard the riffle gust, in his deep sleep
his pale lips smiled, and he crossed his arms...
Old Dimos died, Old Dimos passed away...
 

While the stone was sealed

While the stone was sealed by the Jews,
and the soldiers were guarding Thy most pure body,
Thou didst arise on the third day, O Saviour, granting life to the world.
For which cause the Heavenly Powers cried aloud unto Thee, O Giver of Life:
Glory to Thy resurrection, O Christ! Glory to Thy Kingdom!
Glory to Thy Providence, O Thou who alone art the Lover of Mankind.
 

Black-Red Rose

The flowers fade
In my home,
They are sad without thee.
 
With Red-Black Rose
You crowned me and left me alone,
Thine flower gave me goodness,
But thine vision I will not see.
Hear, weeps the silence, I pray
Come to me.
 
The flowers fade
In my home,
Sad without thee.
I ask the moon,
I beseech the earth
May they return thine here.
 
A Crown of days and nights
Over my pain shall rules.
I still believe in you
And the happy sun, I know, shall rise.
In love in our dawn, I give
My good hands.
 
I ask the Moon
I beseech the earth,
May they return thine here.
Flowers are fading
In my home,
They are sad without thee.
 
With a Black-Red Rose
you crowned me and left me
Gave me warmth with a flower,
But thine vision I will not see.
Hear, the silence weeps, I pray
Come to me.
 
(x2):
I ask the moon,
I beseech the earth,
May they return thine here.
Flowers are fading
In my rooms,
They are sad without thine.
 

The honey-like expectation

Like the expectation of rain during droughts.
Like the expectation of kisses after fasting.
Like the expectation of Saint-George's day when people sow in the hope of reaping*
Like the expectation of Easter when everything is lighted up.
 
So big is my expectation, for the sunset to take place
for the sun to hide, and for the day to turn into night.
So big is my expectation for the stars to rise high in the sky
So i could talk to them, my love, for you, whom they see.
 
I've been waiting for them since the morning even if they are not yet kindled
full of joy they light up at once, as soon as i speak to them about you.
I look outside my window and they immediately laugh
i wish you could see them, oh my nightingale, how they sing to me.
 
I tell them that your eyes, remind me of poetry
and hearing me saying that, they shine even more.
I tell them that your lips are made by honey-bees
that they're dripping honey when they kiss me, and give a sweet taste to my sobbing.
 
I tell them about the seas you draw for me
so as i can swim, when you sink into my mind.
I'm telling them that you have silky embroidered winds
to fly into my arms, while i am abroad.
 
As much as i wait for the stars to talk with
they wait for me as well, so i could dress them with love.
They expect a lot to learn about you
they compose poems for you under the moonlight.
 
I believe they have loved you more than i have..
It's the first time i see stars in love
I believe they have sweetened the whole sky for you
in the name of love, our stars turned into honey.
 

Four plus four

Four plus four equals eight
four brave men are headed to the war.
 
In their way they felt hungry
they sat to eat but they were thirsty.
 
They search to find a fountain on the mountain
and they found an eight-fathom pond.
 
They draw lots to decide who would go down
and the youngest boy was the one who got balloted.
 
Tie me tight, my brothers, and i will go down
in this deserted pond to bring out the water.
 
And then his brother tied him tight
and they lowered him down to the deserted pond.
 
Pull me out, my brothers, for i've just found the water
is red, is black and poisonous.
 
Before they managed to pull him up and take him out
the vipers and the snakes half-ate him.
 
Tell my mother to be dressed in black
because she will never see again her youngest son.
 

Three monks from Crete

Three monks from Crete
and three from Mount Athos
they sail a ship
they sail a ship
along with ' Jesus has risen'
along with 'Kyrie eleison'
along with ' Kyrie eleison'*
they sail off to Crete
and their sailor got sick
at the bow of the ship
he does not have a mother to cry for him
neither a father to feel sad about him
nor brother, nor sister
to mourn him over.
His captain is crying for him
his captain is crying for him
the young brave man.
Get up, our sailor
get up to row
Hold me so i can get up
hold me so i can get up
help me to sit down
bring my map
my silver geometric compass
to calculate the time needed
to calculate the time needed
for us to reach a port
Do you see those mountains?
Sail between them
and throw the anchor on your right
and throw the anchor on your right
and ( throw ) me on your left
and you young sailors
and you young sailors
dig my grave
do not dig it far away
do not dig it far away
but near the seashore
so as the waves hit me
and cool me down
so as the waves hit me...
 

If only hearts had locking bars

Versions: #1
If only hearts had locking bars
and could stay firmly locked
and didn't do favors again
when they get hurt
 
But you always manage to take
my keys , using tricks
that's why you come and go
endlessly in my heart.
 
If only hearts had their own locking bars...
 
The love-traitors
should be condemned
when they break into
the doors of the heart.
 
But you always manage to take
my keys , using tricks
that's why you come and go
endlessly in my heart.
 
If only hearts had their own locking bars...