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Let be song for freedom for Ukrayina

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We'll be never going to give up
our native language!
We'll be never going to give up
our native land!
Come and fight and You will overcome
all the treacheries!
Come and fight and You will overcome
all that is mad!
 
Chorus:
Let be song for freedom for Ukrayina
for her saving and truly to feel all her will!
Let be song for freedom for Ukrayina
Now she needs to be supported.
O, my native land, live!
 
We will raise our flag together,
again and forever.
Glory to you, Ukrayina,
glory to native land!
Come and fight and You will overcome
evil treacheries!
Come and fight and You will overcome
all that is mad!
 
Chorus. (2)
 

Unde mi-o fi fericirea

Se tot vorbește despre fericire,
Toți vor să-și găsească fericirea.
Cobor spre luncă să culeg flori,
Vreau să întreb o floare despre fericire:
 
Of, floare, ia spune-mi,
Unde, unde mi-o fi fericirea?
Iar floarea îmi răspunde blând:
'Trebuie să știi să vezi fericirea'.
 
De-a lungul râului mă duc încet,
Privesc norii albi cum plutesc în apă.
Îmi ridic capul sus spre cer,
Vreau să întreb cerul despre fericire:
 
Of, cerule, ia spune-mi,
Unde, unde mi-o fi fericirea?
Iar cerul îmi răspunde blând:
'Trebuie să știi să simți fericirea'.
 
Glasul cucului răsună din codru,
De parcă vrea să-mi spună ceva.
Merg în pădure ca să ascult cântecul,
Vreau să întreb cucul despre fericire:
 
Of, cucule, ia spune-mi,
Unde, unde mi-o fi fericirea?
Iar cucul cântă: 'Cucu!
Trebuie să-ți găsești fericirea chiar tu!'.
 

City Lights by the Moonlight

City Lights by the Moonlight
If our lips touch
I can see the city lights
Floating right below us
The two of us
Going around the night sky
Pulling the tail of a shooting star
City Lights by the Moonlight
In the sea of light
Our feelings
Spread even further
The two of us on sailboats
Cutting through waves of light
Going around the night sky
City Lights by the Moonlight
A merry-go-round
Quietly flowing on a Freeway
Sleeps in the city of dawn
The two of us
Going around the night sky
Pulling the tail of a shooting star
City Lights by the Moonlight
City Lights by the Moonlight
If our lips touch
I can see the city lights
Floating right below us
City Lights by the Moonlight
In the sea of light
Our feelings
Spread even further
City Lights by the Moonlight
 

Badge

Smoke rising where there's no fire
Blindly accepting and causing an uproar, then retweeting
Faceless screaming masses
Commentators cover this whole country of late
 
So many people curse and fumble with words indiscriminately as if possessed
Just arsonists dressed in the garb of righteousness
Proof is unnecessary
With garish makeup on, they try you in a kangaroo court
 
With a fingertip
Pushing anyone down into the abyss to kill time
Where's the next target
'Come here quickly, I'll make it easy for you'
 
A rehash 'wide show'
1-Click energetically gathering materials
Littered with groundless rumours
Who are they, these seemingly familiar 'related parties'
 
With a hidden camera, create a fiction
'There will be a fee for this'
Earn the money to pay house rent
A loving wife and children are waiting
 
Wondering if there's a juicy story
The better the image, the better
Freedom of the press is being mistaken
As a mission to burn dreams by the journalist
 
Since proof is unnecessary
Making fake PV for a living is no big deal
 
The real news that you should know
Where's the place that has it
A sea of overflowing information
I wonder if I can cross it without drowning
It's easier now to believe only the things you conveniently want to believe in
The difference between real and fake
Is not a badge
You get to decide
 

Onwards, rearwards

At Faubourg Saint-Honoré1,
He's locked up in his aquarium,
In his personal cabinet,
Sir puts the finishing touches to his reforms.
 
Far away from the streets' hearsays
Under the golden roofs of his palace,
Sir discusses with himself
In a quite sophisticate way.
 
He doesn't know about the yellow vests2
Nor about the scorn —
The ENA3 is slowly taken down,
This school of life.
 
Onwards, rearwards,4
He isolates himself, isolates himself
At Faubourg Saint-Honoré

Nostalgia

From the depth of good times
our loves greet us bitterly
 
You’re not in love, you say, and you don’t remember.
And if your heart has filled and you shed the tears
that you couldn’t shed like you did at first,
you’re not in love and you don’t remember, even though you cry.
 
Suddenly you’ll see two blue eyes
- how long it’s been! - that you caressed one night

We Are Some Disjointed Guitars...

We are some disjointed guitars.
When the wind blows through
discordant lines and sounds awaken
in the chainlike strings that dangle.
 
We are some incredible antennae
rising like fingers into chaos,
on their tips the infinite resounds
but soon to crash all broken down.
 
We are some diffused senses,
with no hope to assemble.
In our nerves the whole of nature tangled.
 
In our body, in our memory tormented.
Repulsed by things and poetry
is the envied refuge.