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Melodia asta-i de tot rahat*
Melodia asta-i de toata jena!!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, woo
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, woo
Vino incoace de vrei violat* sa fii
De-un Timberlake ciudat si fumat
Poate-am surzit
Sau poate , sunt doar drogat
Dar 'NU' inseamna 'Da' in viziunea mea !
Melodia asta-i de toata jena!!
Melodia si clipu' asta, te vor face sa-ti doresti sa iei un
Cutit si sa ti-l infigi in trahee
'Asa de entuziasmat, e absurd:'!
Ma face sa arat ca un mare pervers
'Fiindca tu esti un mare pervers!!'
Iar acum ii timpu' pentru # stupide
Care-mi ilustreaza prenumele, extrem de patetic
Iata ce-ar trebui sa ilustreze:
'Eu's un nesimtit, ce crede ca-i asa destept'
Toata lumea danseaza, numai eu nu, eu's mult prea 'smecher'
Eu devin orb , asta-i scuza mea cand
Eu's acuzat de molestarea femeilor, fiindca's un nenorocit
Cine a scris scriptu asta !?
Nimic din ce se intampla, n-are drac* vre-un sens
O masina e pe fundu tau
Acum, sa-l privim pe T.I , dansand ca un pervers bosorog
Care face in pantaloni
'Eu chiar vreau sa Fu* capra asta '!looool
Acum, asta chiar e o patetica, heym hey , hey,
Incercare de-a parea amuzant, ce rimeaza cu amuzant!?
'O multime de cuvinte, idiotule '!
Care drac* ii treaba cu blondina asta !?
Calareste un catel impaiat!?
Poate clipu asta sa devina mai rau de atat!?
Hey, fata vino incoa' !
Am o pul* mare !!!
'De cineva simte nevoia sa spuna asta, sigur e
mica si bolnavicioasa '
Tocmai ai fost 'distrus'
Cineva va rog sa-mi spuna:
Ce drac* fac eu in clipu asta , adica
Am ajuns de la melodii rapp despre cartiere,
La a le pieptana fetelor albe parul , ca un mare ciudat,
Si care drac* ii treaba cu tinuta lu Pharell!?
Arata de parca ar fi din spatiu in rahatu asta cenusiu
Clipu asta-i dezastru iar cantecu ii mult prea ascultat
Haide gagiule, inceteaza cu # cu numele tau
Robin cretinule ,
Eu's grea cu al tau copil
Chiar daca eu am zis Nu
Tu m-ai ars oricum
Dar semnele erau pentru
Nu, deloc nu erau
Esti un nemernic !!
oK, de ajuns , Sa Nu miste nimeni !!!
Cine drac* ii rahatit* asta!?
'Eu's un #politist
Asta-i #abuz, e impotriva legii
Eu nu ma joc !!'
Cineva sa stinga rahat* ala !!
'Te avertizez, opreste-te sau trag!!
Ok, Gata!!
Pharell, mainile sus!!!'
Ce drac* am facut eu!??
'Esti arestat '!!
Pentru ce?
'Pentru proxenetismul caprelor'
'Mainile la ceafa, acum !'
'Thicke esti terminaaatt!!!'
Cine dracu-i tipu asta!?
'Asta-i fiica-mea ,
Tu ai lasat-o insarcinata,
E timpu sa-mi cunosti pumnu, ticalosule'!!
Ce drac*!???
'Razbunarea e dulce'!!!
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Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
It's time for you to let yourself live life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Diving like this into dead languages, that's not life
If you spend time with them, living languages will revive you
Oh, Doctor Faust
Science is a well where you drown yourself, if you want my opinion
Descend into the well of pleasure because that's life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
In my arms, you'll get to know love and life
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
01.02.2025
On board of the Aspasia
You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
Always restlessly your folks have been prowling around
But you, staring at the wings, were indifferent
You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
Then I saw you in Marcilia as you were lost
in the noise without turning back
And I who loved only the wet expanse,
I say I could love thee
01.02.2025
Gramophonomaniac
In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
singable
01.02.2025
At the End of the Park
When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...