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Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind

Versions: #1
Whoso list to hunt? I know where is an hind
But as for me, alas!,I may no more,
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore

The letter

Hello and joy
My loves, hello
Let it be a dream that I am away from you
Loneliness melts my heart
He curses her, he curses her
 
Give two kisses to the myriokali
And this flower for you
And tomorrow do not forget that it is Sunday,
Do your best for me.
I love you very much, I love you very much
 
It had a sweet this winter
Even the barracks produced flowers
Yesterday I went out and went to Vangelis
Sends you greetings
 
Give two kisses to the myriokali
And this flower for you
And tomorrow do not forget that it is Sunday,
Do your best for me.
I love you very much, I love you very much
 
Write to me, I want to know how you are doing
And our Annoula if she remembers me
Why my gardenia on the balcony
It withers, it withers
 
Give two kisses to the myriokali
And this flower for you
And tomorrow do not forget that it is Sunday,
Do your best for me.
I love you very much, I love you very much.
 

O, our Saviour, Lamb of God

O, our Saviour, Lamb of God,
the gates of heaven lift for us.
A hostile rage oppresses us

Made in Fire

I am not alive, but I grow

It's probably (never)* too late for the two of us

Verse 1
Even if we disappoint** and forgive
Time never comes back
But we have to keep the party going
I listened to songs you sent
All of them are about you
Everything is about you
 
Bridge
I have a photo of us where your eyes sing
Was it a beginning or something you'd rather forget?
 
Chorus
Oh, all of our are all of our mistakes***
It's probably never too late for the two of us
Oh, do you see the sun rise over Stockholm City now
It's probably never too late for the two of us
 
Verse 2
The days have passed so quickly up there
I've been higher than I should
But somebody has to keep the party alive
I closed our bar again yesterday evening
Everybody asks about you
Everything is about you
 
Bridge
Tried to forget everything here and start over
But there's a piece of your heart left on my floor
 
Chorus
Oh, all of our are all of our mistakes
It's probably never too late for the two of us
Oh, do you see the sun rise over Stockholm City now
It's probably never too late for the two of us
 
Stick
Maybe we were too young then
Maybe we're too drunk now
The only thing I know is that I've always been yours
Please don't say you're sorry
Don't say sorry yet
Because, baby, I don't think it's too late
 
Chorus
It's probably never too late for the two of us
Oh, do you see the sun rise over Stockholm City now
It's probably never too late for the two of us, no, no
It's never too late for the two of us
Oh, do you see the sun rise over Stockholm City now
It's probably never too late for the two of us, no, no
 

O Light born (of Light)

O Light born of Light,
Jesus, redeemer of the world,
with loving-kindness deign to receive
suppliant praise and prayer.
 
Thou who once deigned to be clothed in flesh
for the sake of the lost,
grant us to be members
of thy blessed body.
 

Nu trece supus în acea noapte mare

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Nu trece supus în acea noapte mare,
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Letters From The Land Of Childhood

You wake up in the dark
Reaching out for the clock
Brush your teeth blindly
And then you set out
You've been waiting for too long
It was too easy to forget
Exactly how good it might feel
To give up and say stop
 
You run as far as you can
You run as far as you can
 
It seemed so important
To do it properly
That you almost became afraid
Of doing anything at all
But now, you're tossing the bomb
Blowing everything up
You're losing it all
But it doesn't matter at all
 
You run as far as you can
With your dreams on fire
You run as far as you can
With your dreams on fire
 
You walk out on the street
Getting onto the bus
While the day is dawning
And everything's a turmoil
That's how it ought to feel
How life ought to be lived
Hallelujah for letters
From the land of childhood
 
You run as far as you can
With your dreams on fire
You run as far as you can
With your dreams on fire
 
Only a small pang of saying goodbye
Mostly the sweet taste of freedom
 

Tuomas Veturin (Thomas the Tank Engine)

There are eight locomotives,
Do you see a bunch of awesome?
Mottled on the surface,
They are always trusted.
Although there are different tasks
So all still friends,
Thanks, of course -
Thomas the Tank Engine!
 
Thomas - ready for adventure,
James always makes her mouth smile.
Percy brings the mail on time,
Gordon just thanks on his tracks.
Emily's work is fun,
Henry just sniffs the steam.
Edward is happy to help,
Tobi doesn't remember to be left behind.
 
There are eight locomotives,
Do you see a bunch of awesome?
Mottled on the surface,
They are always trusted.
Although there are different tasks
So all still friends,
Thanks, of course -
Thomas the Tank Engine!
 

Thomas and His Friends (Tòmas Is A Threud)

Two of them, four, six and eight
On the railway they are without fault
Red, green, brown and gray
That's where the team is worth
Right and diligent in their work
From Tidmouth, they go east or west
Carrying cargo of all sizes
Thomas and his flock
 
Thomas is so cheerful
James willingly out and out
Percy is an early riser
Gordon will not delay
Emily and she's so smart and nice
Henry travels effortlessly
Edward is so kind and warm
Toby is so square and flat
 
Two of them, four, six and eight
On the railway they are without fault
Red, green, brown and gray
That's where the team is worth
Right and diligent in their work
From Tidmouth, they go east or west
Carrying cargo of all sizes
Thomas and his flock
 

O altă noapte, o altă mâhnire

E dezorientată, văd ochii căprui,
Este ca un foc în sufletul meu.
Și când vorbește, devin atât de neputincios
Oh, îmi pierd controlul.
 
Și când zâmbește, la un milion de mile
Stelele din cer încep să strălucească.
O văd dansând, o poveste de dragoste,
Oh, nu pot dormi în noaptea asta.
 
Refren:
O altă noapte, o altă mâhnire,
Oh, în adâncul meu mă simt ușor,
Un alt vis, un vis fără ea,
Doar în noaptea asta.
(Oh iubito, doar o altă noapte, doar o altă mâhnire)
(Dragoste la prima vedere, oh, mă simt ușor)
(Doar o altă noapte, doar o altă mâhnire)
(În mintea mea)
 
Un alt vis, o scenă de film.
O iubito, nu mă pot sătura!
O altă atingere, mi-e foarte dor de ea,
Mă simt singur, totuși mă agăț de speranță.
 
Doare atât de plăcut, cred că ar trebui...
Am încercat să o sun din nou.
Simt c-o iau razna, e atât de trist,
Căci ea este iubita mea și eu sunt bărbatul ei.
 
Refren:
O altă noapte, o altă mâhnire,
Oh, în adâncul meu mă simt ușor,
Un alt vis, un vis fără ea,
Doar în noaptea asta.
(Oh iubito, doar o altă noapte, doar o altă mâhnire)
(Dragoste la prima vedere, oh, mă simt ușor)
(Doar o altă noapte, doar o altă mâhnire)
(În mintea mea)
 
O altă noapte, o altă mâhnire,
Oh, în adâncul meu mă simt ușor.
Un alt vis, un vis fără ea
Doar în noaptea asta .
 
Refren:
(Oh iubito, doar o altă noapte, doar o altă mâhnire)
(Dragoste la prima vedere, oh, mă simt ușor)
(Doar o altă noapte, doar o altă mâhnire)
(În mintea mea)
(Oh iubito, doar o altă noapte, doar o altă mâhnire)
(Dragoste la prima vedere, oh, mă simt ușor)
(Doar o altă noapte, doar o altă mâhnire)
(În mintea mea)
 

There Is My Love

There is my love down in the orchard
0! that I were there myself
There is the house and there is the barn
There is the door of the cowshed opening
 
There is the harp and there are the strings
What good are they with no one to play them?
There is the lively careful maiden
How much nearer am I without knowing her will?
 
I set my mind on winning a gentle young girl
Who has almost broken my heart
And there was reason for her, too,
to weep a little for my sake.
 

All Night Long

You are my crazy one
You are my crazy one
You are my crazy one
It's been a while since it's only you in my head
There's a song at radio, which
Speaks about the two of us
It's been a while since I search for some order
And finding it with you is my obsession
Please, give me your attention
This time I'm not in a hurry
I'll remain here, close to you
I know you are so special
I'm not going to hurt you
Leave everything, come with me
All night long
Give me your hand and don't turn around
If you're afraid to leave me
Hold me tight
If this is a dream, don't wake me up
I love the way you look at me
Smile for me, we're accomplices after all
We can hurt, hurt one another
And then repair
And this is the way we're still together
Me and you, alone under the sky
It was enough for us to believe
While everything changes
You are the only one who dances
We are inseparable
But don't tell me that we have to escape, too
I'm not going to hurt you
Leave everything, come with me
All night long
Give me your hand and don't turn around
If you're afraid to leave me
Hold me tight
If this is a dream, don't wake me up
I love the way you look at me
All night long
You are my crazy one
Hold me tight
You are my crazy one
Give me your hand and don't turn around
If you're afraid to leave me
Hold me tight
If this is a dream, don't wake me up
I love the way you look at me
All night long
You are my crazy one
Hold me tight
You are my crazy one
 

Pace

Sub acoperișul cel albastru, o casă frumoasă se rotește
Acolo unde razele soarelui luminează căile oamenilor
Acolo unde trăiește iubirea
Credința este mereu puternică
Acolo unde stelele ne privesc din ceruri dându-ne speranță
Vom sta împreună în cerc ținându-ne de mână
Încălzindu-i pe toți împrejur
Toți am trăi mai bucuroși
Dacă copii ar putea conduce lumea
Dacă am putea s-o conducem tu și eu
Pace
Sub acoperișul cel albastru, o casă albastră se rotește
O lume ferice de lumină pe care o vom construi împreună
Acolo unde trăiește iubirea iar credința este mereu puternică
Acolo unde stelele ne privesc din ceruri dându-ne speranță
Vom sta împreună în cerc ținându-ne de mână
Încălzindu-i pe toți împrejur
Toți am trăi mai bucuroși
Dacă copii ar putea conduce lumea
Dacă am putea s-o conducem tu și eu
Pace
 

World

Under the Blue Roof
There is a beautiful House spinning
Where the sun ray
Is lightning people’s path
Where the Love lives
the faith is always strong
Where the stars are looking down from the sky
Giving us a light of hope
We will stand together in circle holding hands
We will make everyone around feel warm
Everyone would live happier
If only children could rule the world
If only we could rule the world
You and me
Under the Blue Roof
There is a beautiful house spinning
A joyful World of light
We are going to create there together
Where the Love lives
the faith is always strong
Where the stars are looking down from the sky
Giving us a light of hope
We will stand together in circle holding hands
We will make everyone around feel warm
Everyone would live happier
If only children could rule the world
If only we could rule the world
You and me
 

Doar să visezi

Tot ce trebuie să faci:
Doar să visezi...
 
Ochii copiilor noștri
Ne pot arăta minunile
Lucrurilor pe care aproape
Am uitat să le mai vedem.
 
Ne temem de emoții,
Clădim defensive,
Gândire rațională
La ce nu putea fi.
 
Nu-ți pierde timpul,
Deschide-ți ochii,
Tu deții cheia.
 
Refren:
Întinde-te după stea
Și deschide-ți inima.
Nu-ți fie teamă,
Nu poți merge prea departe.
Eroul e în tine,
Dorința ta se poate adeveri.
Și nu avea nicio îndoială
Despre ceea ce vezi,
Căci tot ce trebuie să faci:
Doar să visezi...
 
Ca să tânjești după iubire,
Ca să atingi norocul
Nu-i nevoie de curaj,
Crede doar în inima ta.
 
Poate fi așa de simplu
Să-ți urmezi sentimentele,
Așa că nu ezita,
Ia-o de la capăt.
 
Nu-ți pierde timpul,
Deschide-ți ochii,
Tu deții cheia.
 
Refren (x2):
Întinde-te după stea
Și deschide-ți inima.
Nu-ți fie teamă,
Nu poți merge prea departe.
Eroul e în tine,
Dorința ta se poate adeveri.
Și nu avea nicio îndoială
Despre ceea ce vezi,
Căci tot ce trebuie să faci:
Doar să visezi...
 

天使の腕の中に

やり直しの機会を
立ち直るための休息を
心待ちに日々を過ごすのね
気分が優れないのは
いつだって理由があるわ
一日の終わりは辛いものね
わたし　気晴らしが必要なの
気を紛らせる　美しいものが
中からこぼれる思い出たち
ただ　空っぽになって
ふんわりと空に浮かぶように
今夜は安らぎを探すわ
天使の腕の中に抱かれて
ここから飛び立っていくの
この暗くて冷たいホテルの部屋から
そして　あなたが恐れる永遠からも
静かな幻想（ゆめ）の
残骸から引っ張りだされて
あなたは天使の腕の中に
ここで安らぎを見つけられるかもね
まっすぐ歩くのは懲り懲りだから
どこに目を向けても
コンドルと賊たちが背中を狙ってるわ
嵐は絶えず巻き起こり
幾度となく嘘を束ねる
自分が欠けたものを埋め合わせるように
どちらにしたって大差ないわ
最後にもう一度逃げ出して
この甘い狂気を信じたほうが　気が楽になるから
この壮麗な悲しみが
私に膝をつかせるわ
天使の腕の中に抱かれて
ここから飛び立っていくの
この暗くて冷たいホテルの部屋から
そして　あなたが恐れる永遠からも
静かな幻想（ゆめ）の
残骸から引っ張りだされて
あなたは天使の腕の中に
ここで安らぎを見つけられるかもね
あなたは天使の腕の中に
ここで安らぎを見つけられるかもね
 

Mai presus de orice

Bună dragă, Doamne - mă bucur să te aud!
Sunt la gară, în St. Paul.
Ce fac amicii? Mi-ar plăcea să-i văd,
Dar fetițo, pe tine m-ar plăcea să te văd mai ales.
 
Păi, m-am tot uitat la ploaie și m-am gândit
Încă de când trenul a plecat din Montreal.
Credeam că mereu o să-mi placă stilul meu de viață,
Dar acum știu că te iubesc mai presus de orice.
 
Înainte, de multe ori
Știu că am jurat
C-am să mă-ntorc definitiv acasă,
Dar mereu părea
Că aceste vise prostești
Și trenurile îmi stau în cale.
 
Mâine va fi ninsoare în Minnesota,
Dar n-o să fiu prin preajmă s-o văd cum cade.
Mă voi îndrepta către acea veche și familiară gară,
Sperând că încă mă iubești mai presus de orice.
 
Fetițo, știi că te iubesc mai presus de orice.
Mi-e dor de tine, scumpo, mai presus de orice,
Mi-e dor de tine, scumpo, mai presus de orice...
 

Cântece care trăiesc veșnic

Cântece care trăiesc veșnic,
Melodii care nu încetează să te bântuie.
Vino și pășește cu mine pe aleea amintirilor,
Vom lua vechiul și-l vom face nou.
 
Dă volumul mai tare,
Doar puțin mai mult.
Muzica sună familiar,
Am mai auzit-o.
 
Muzica de ieri
Încă îmi face inima să se legene,
Și nu mă pot stăpâni,
Încep să cânt, încep să cânt.
 
Cântece care trăiesc veșnic,
Melodii care nu încetează să te bântuie.
Vino și pășește cu mine pe aleea amintirilor,
Vom lua vechiul și-l vom face nou.
 
Muzica are puterea să aducă
Lacrimi în ochii tăi
Și, ca prin magie,
Îți pune la loc un zâmbet pe chip.
 
Lasă acest cântec să înconjoare globul,
Să unească rasa umană.
Muzica face din acestă lume
Un loc mai bun.
 
Cântece care trăiesc veșnic,
Melodii care nu încetează să te bântuie.
Doar vino și pășește cu mine pe aleea amintirilor,
Vom lua vechiul,
Mmm...vom lua cele vechi și le vom face noi.
 

Desprindere

Mi-am făcut rezervarea,
Plec mâine din oraș.
Voi găsi pe altcineva, și
Nu va mai fi tristețe.
 
Așa fac de fiecare dată,
Dar nu duc totul la bun sfârșit.
 
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Deși mă faci să plâng.
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Nu pot să-mi iau rămas bun.
 
Nu, niciodată
Niciodată nu voi putea
Să mă desprind
De tine,
Nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu.
 
Mi-am jurat:
Tu și cu mine am terminat.
Nimic nu mă poate face să mă răzgândesc,
Îmi pare rău, chiar n-o voi face.
 
Așa spun de fiecare dată,
Dar nu duc totul la bun sfârșit.
 
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Deși mă faci să plâng.
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Nu pot să-mi iau rămas bun.
 
Nu, niciodată,
Niciodată nu voi putea
Să mă desprind
De tine,
Nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu.
 
Chiar dacă te porți urât cu mine
Și-au fost spuse multe vorbe crude,
Mi-ai făcut o vrajă,
Care chiar nu poate fi ruptă,
Nu, nu.
 
Îți dau fotografia jos
Și o arunc departe, da.
Nu va mai fi de-acum o iubită
Ca s-o chemi tu în fiecare zi.
 
Așa spun de fiecare dată,
Dar nu duc totul la bun sfârșit.
 
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Deși mă faci să plâng.
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Nu pot să-mi iau rămas bun.
 
Nu, niciodată,
Niciodată nu voi putea
Să mă desprind
De tine,
Nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu.
 
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Deși mă faci să plâng.
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Nu pot să-mi iau rămas bun.
 
Nu, niciodată,
Niciodată nu voi putea
Să mă desprind
De tine,
Nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu,
Nu, nu, nu, nu, nu.
 
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Nu mă pot desprinde,
Nu mă pot desprinde!
 

Dedication

Thou art my essence, thou my heart,
both bliss and woe to me thou art,
thou art the world that I discover,
thou art the heav'n in which I hover,
o thou my chest, deep in a grave
To which I e'er my sorrows gave.
Thou art repose, my peaceful living,
from heaven thou art to me given.
That thou lov'st me ennobles me,
thy gaze has sent me clarity,
thy love lifts me above myself
my loving soul, my better self.
 

Like a Gypsy Without a Guitar

Like a Gypsy without a guitar
Like a castle without the Loire
When you're away, I'm like that...
Like a rasta without a joint
Like a Corsican without a gun
A Normand without a wardrobe
 
Since you're away
I'm on the dot-coms
Pornographic Meetic1
And I'm like a dick
 
I'm voiceless
I'm out of neurons
I'm falling from my throne
When you're away, I don't exist
 
Like Sherlock without his magnifier
Like Tintin without his quiff
Like a socialite without his cup
 
Like a pizza without olives
A commercial break without soap
If you're away, I'm not myself anymore
Like a tree without roots
Like the theater without Racine2
On this beach without 'Aline'3
 
Since you're away
I'm on the dot-coms
Rolex, Viagra, all that
And I'm like a dick
 
I've got 18 watches
I don't realize anymore
The little beast that's rising
When you're away
I don't exist
 
Like a Martian without a saucer
Like a barber without a scoop
Like a pâté without its crust
 
Since you're away
I'm on the dot-coms
Pornographic Meetic
And I'm like a dick
 
I'm voiceless
I'm out of neurons
I'm falling from my throne
When you're away
I don't exist
 
Like a Gypsy without a guitar
Like a castle without the Loire
A Normand without a wardrobe
 

• 1. Meetic is a website used to meet people, a little like Tinder
• 2. Racine is a famous French playwright. The word 'racine' means 'root'.
• 3. 'Aline' is a famous French song by Christophe

The legend of Thomas

He ran from flower to flower
He lived like a madman
Far from people, far from everything
He looked at the butterflies
Occasionally gathered holly
For the party at our house
 
One day, three soldiers appeared at his house
To search, to turn over everything even up to his bed
'Tell us, Thomas, show us where the bird is hiding
Who pecks, who devours all our apricot fields
Oh! Oh! Oh!'
 
And Thomas had to run there through the paths of earth
To cross the ferns
He was scared of these people
The children, the grandmothers
Who threw stones at him
 
'Stop! Stop! I have torn pockets
I only have my life, so you have to give it
Take everything, leave me, I don't know the bird
Who pecks, who devours all our apricot fields
Oh! Oh! Oh!'
 
The good God saw all that
Through the crack of the sky
We lead the poor Thomas
To the dungeon of the citadel
 
Tonight, he sleeps
But the sounds and the cries
Invade his bed
Now, he was scared
His fear made him scared
And gnawed on his mind
 
When suddenly, the birds
The big birds of the night
Will attack the castle
And surprise the guards
Save him and cry
Crossing the villages in the hamlets1
Pillaging all the apricot fields2
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
 
Thomas was in paradise
In the middle of the birds
God had brought it back to him
To gather there his apricots
 
He ran from flower to flower
He lived like a madman
Far from people, far from everything
He looked at the butterflies
Occasionally gathered holly
For the party at our house
 
The legend of Thomas
The legend of Thomas
The legend of Thomas
The legend of Thomas
 

• 1. a small human settlement
• 2. I have condensed these three lines into two in order to have a clearer meaning. Literally, it is:
  The villages in hamlet
  Crossing, pillaging
  all the apricot fields

The heaven above the city

I thought I was sick, but I'm burning
the summer night is too short
call the best people you know
be with the ones who matter
Raise your hands towards the sky
regret everything you should've done
it's okay to break
rather die than melt away
 
Don't blow out the light that you lit
don't blow out the light
because the sky above the city, the sky above the city
still shines for us
 
To all the people I've hated and all the ones I've loved
the sky above the city awaits
the life I've lived will leave me
none of the words I've spoken will matter
I roam through the cities between Malmo and Stockholm
try to stop but our hearts are in a hurry
don't cry, don't cry any tears for me
don't cry, don't cry any tears for me
 
Raise your hands towards the sky
be with the ones who matter
all the lies you regret
summer nights that flew by too fast
you're all that I've loved
it's the stupidest thing I've done
but my time is mine to lose
rather die than melt away
 
Don't blow out the light that you lit
don't blow out the light
because the sky above the city, the sky above the city
still shines for us
 
To all the people I've hated and all the ones I've loved
the sky above the city awaits
the life I've lived will leave me
none of the words I've spoken will matter
I roam through the cities between Malmo and Stockholm
try to stop but our hearts are in a hurry
don't cry, don't cry any tears for me
don't cry, don't cry any tears for me
 
don't cry, don't cry any tears for me
don't cry, don't cry any tears for me
oh can't you see there's still so much left to give
to give to give to give to give
 
To all the people I've hated and all the ones I've loved
the sky above the city awaits
the life I've lived will leave me
none of the words I've spoken will matter
I roam through the cities between Malmo and Stockholm
try to stop but our hearts are in a hurry
don't cry, don't cry any tears for me
don't cry, don't cry any tears for me
 

If You Call Me On Monday

I'll probably be angry if you call on Monday
I think I'll be happy if you call on Tuesday
I'm probably not home if you call on Wednesday
Close to crying if you call on Thursday
I'm probably wild if you call me on Friday
I know what you want if you call me on Saturday
Wasting my time if you call me on Sunday
 
What do we do now?
We're searching for something to pursue with lanterns
And where do we go?
Yes, you're my best friend, I hope that I'll see you again
 
I'll probably be angry if you call on Monday
I think I'll be happy if you call on Tuesday
I'm probably not home if you call on Wednesday
Close to crying if you call on Thursday
I'm probably wild if you call me on Friday
I know what you want if you call me on Saturday
Wasting my time if you call me on Sunday
Wasting my time if you call me on Sunday
You're wasting my time
 
What do we do now?
'Cause the war is over now, I did my very best
I'm just myself
And all of my feelings, the ones you call my ghosts
 
I'll probably be angry if you call on Monday
I think I'll be happy if you call on Tuesday
I'm probably not home if you call on Wednesday
Close to crying if you call on Thursday
I'm probably wild if you call me on Friday
I know what you want if you call me on Saturday
Wasting my time if you call me on Sunday
Wasting my time if you call me on Sunday
You're wasting my time
 
You say that I've hidden in my lyrics
You say that I've forgotten you, you wanted more
But I'll probably be angry if you call on Monday
 
I'll probably be angry if you call on Monday
Angry if you call on Tuesday
Angry if you call on Wednesday
I'll probably be angry if you call on Saturday
 
I'll probably be angry if you call on Monday
I think I'll be happy if you call on Tuesday
I'm probably not home if you call on Wednesday
Close to crying if you call on Thursday
I'm probably wild if you call me on Friday
I know what you want if you call me on Saturday
Wasting my time if you call me on Sunday
Wasting my time if you call me on Sunday
 
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The corrida (Macron style)

There is an anger in the country
 
I will be adamant. And I won't concede anything to the lazybones, the cynical ones, the selfish ones, the pessimists.
 
Many among them are illiterate.
 
Instead of wreaking havoc, some people would better see if they can't get a job there.
 
People who are nothing...1
 
Since I've been mingling
with the power that be
I hear the people chomping at the bit
at the end of the corridor.
has locked the door shut
and his police is hitting hard.
So much for popular demonstrations
I ignore them anyway.
 
At first I thought I just had
to defend myself, but
you'd better subdue the street
to make it quiet.
They drew pictures about me,
they really want me to back off.
I'll get them eventually
by smashing a few kneecaps.
 
And I'll be adamant
Are these people serious?
People who are nothing...
Are these people serious?
Lazybones!
 
These envious derelicts, these nothing-at-all,
these Lefties and their strikes and blockades...
I'm not about to cower before these wackos, these losers!
I'll catch them and their flags
and send them spinning.
Tomorrow Emmanuel2 will be
on the 's front page.
 
And I'll be adamant
Are these people serious?
People who are nothing...
Are these people serious?
Lazybones!
 
I don't give a damn about human rights,
humanism is so has-been anyway.
You have to hit hard, beat them up
so that the people gives in.
What's with these psychopaths
and their paper banners?
I was never taught how to
fight against deadbeats.
 
And I feel so good
taming these stubborn peasants.
I'll be going wild anyway,
is my new middle name.
I hear them laugh, the very idea!
I see them dance, it gets me down.
I'll wreck their social benefits some more
and they'll soon chicken out.
 
And I'll be adamant
Are these people serious?
People who are nothing...
Are these people serious?
Lazybones!
 

• 1. a few of famous Macron little remarks that made a lot of people very angry, for some mysterious reason
• 2. Macron

The Master

Passer-bys tip their hats
as he walks by.
Dogs lick his hands,
he is the reassuring type.
 
See how this child bawls
as he comes to the rescue.
See how he helps the blind
crossing the street.
 
In his peaceful garden
he tends to roses.
The master becomes a murderer
when he feels gloomy.
 
He goes strangling fellow men
in the Meudon wood
when he feels disconsolate
or simply blue.
 
The neighbours find him likeable,
yet right under their noses
the master is a murderer
and I am his butler.
 
And I file my case
under a dog rose bush.
I dabble in gardening
and can cook as well.
 
He goes strangling fellow men
when he feels blue.
Off you go! Into the pond
under the water lilies.
 
Then I tidy up a bit
the crime scene
where he never returns,
not even for show.
 
Inconspicuously,
in the early hours
we drive back home.
I am his driver.
 
Though he looks harmless,
the master is a lunatic.
The master is a murderer,
it's a chronic affliction.
 
He goes strangling fellow men
when midnight chimes,
while I push the dolly1
in the Boulogne woods.
 
Our customer will end up
in a trunk, hat included
and take a train to Venice
for a well-deserved rest.
 
He goes strangling fellow men
in the Meudon wood
when he feels disconsolate
or simply blue.
 
The neighbours find him likeable,
yet right under their noses
the master is a murderer
and I am his butler.
 
You're about to hang the master,
I'm about to lose my job.
You're about to hang the master,
Alas! How very unfortunate!
 
This was only to be expected,
and I beseech Your Honour
to consider my application
as a butler.
 
I would file this case
under a dog rose bush.
I dabble in gardening
and can cook as well.
 

• 1. lit. 'the devil'. That's a common name for a dolly, but it sounds rather funny here

How's The Weather In Heaven?

When I close my eyes
I still see you
Although I know you can't see me 'cause you're gone
When shut out all sound
That's when I hear you the best
I do know that you can't hear me
 
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven?
Is it like living at a hotel?
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven?
Did you make peace with yourself?
 
And I've had children myself now
I almost can't manage it
If I am to go through the same shit as you
I met someone special
Well, she's sweet, beautiful, and honest
She's taught me that it's okay if I miss you
 
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven, Heaven, Heaven?
Is it like living at a hotel?
Is it like living at a hotel?
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven, Heaven, Heaven?
Did you make peace with yourself?
Did you make peace with yourself?
 
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven?
Do you think there's room for me?
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven?
 
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven, Heaven, Heaven?
Is it like living at a hotel?
Is it like living at a hotel?
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven, Heaven, Heaven?
Did you make peace with yourself?
Did you make peace with yourself?
 
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven, Heaven, Heaven?
Is it like living at a hotel?
Is it like living at a hotel?
Mother, how's the weather in Heaven, Heaven, Heaven?
Did you make peace with yourself?
Did you make peace with yourself?
 
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Tell Your Brother

Come over here for a moment
And sit down with your father
I have something I need to tell you
You know that you can ask me about anything
And I can answer with what I know
But it's hard to be knowledgeable
About what we call love
 
And tell your brother not to be afraid
'Cause I'll always be a father both to you and to him
I promise I'll call you as often as I can
And before you know it, you've become a man yourself
Then I hope that you know and I hope that you understand
That I did what I could to live with your mother
But some people mix like oil and water
And a mother and a father may not always be good for one another
Promise me that you'll take care of Peter the best you can
He's too young to understand what I'm saying
 
I'll get you tomorrow
At 2 PM after school
We'll go get groceries together and buy what you like the best
Another year has passed
Frankly, I feel like it's all happening to quickly
My biggest fear is that some day, you'll
Say that I never was there
 
And tell your brother not to be afraid
'Cause I'll always be a father both to you and to him
I promise I'll call you as often as I can
And before you know it, you've become a man yourself
Then I hope that you know and I hope that you understand
That I did what I could to live with your mother
But some people mix like oil and water
And a mother and a father may not always be good for one another
Promise me that you'll take care of Peter the best you can
He's too young to understand what I'm saying
He's too young to understand what I'm saying
 
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