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The right path is always harder
We live these fucking days, there is no giving up when I pass
and the plans in front of me don´t allow me to close my eyes
brother, I could sit down and give myself to my fate
but crafts of decvil are boredom and reluctant
the formula for success is work and not the words
collective error is the problem of an individual
imagine life in a productive color
when you accept the guilt then you think you´re better
if you don´t have and idol, then you don´t have the future
push yourself always above all possibilities
there are too many paths, so you must avoid the stupidity
in the minds of young people the lazinest want get
every man has the urge to create for himself
that one day they will be witnesses of existence
when there is no money, there also shoot the last claw
and your work ethic are stopping professor and coach
Chorus:
A man has one word
which defends his honor
if we´ll change the world
then let´s start from us
your life takes you to sin
money makes you afraid
the right path is always harder
so you have to be strong
You bind your talenat and swallow a pil of bensendin
while some man pushing his son so tirelessly
but it´s a life in which the weaker are losing
will you be silent to the end or you´ll show your teeth
I share people by the system when I´m out, and in the problem
they who talk about the cross, they´ll crucify you
it takes a bit to make it enough for a man
with my friends I pass a quiet navigation and shipwreck
I´m pure, brother, I have nothing to fear
neither if I´ll stand tomorrow in front of my parents
we´re not angels because we tried everything as children
in a small town, the devil offers chances from defense.
prostitution, ruthlessness, earning money
and stupid kids with the labl of weekend Afrodita
you want hanging, fucking and that friendship
on the dick of an old man the woman´s name loses dignity
Chorus:
Each shortcut takes you back one step behind
and I have friends who´ll never find a way out
when the crisis breaks, brother, taking clothes is a new beginning
because few people here escaped of a gold bullet
there is no shortcut to evoid the pain and sorrow
and many people for that reason try for the first time drogs
the smell of tobacco, one hundred and ketch on the table
I wont on that way, I know that I have many qualities
I see people wasting their time in vain
so I keep my palms high above each fire
and then they understand the essence of what I´m recording
that Eldorado rhymes all that goes through Milan
when comes the day that the soul go away with angels
you must know that I have devoted my life to what you are listening to
that will be a sign that I have come to the very end
but still, brother, I live life of samurai
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01.02.2025
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...