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Cristina
I know her from the block, the girl without toys
Even her parents would have been taken if they didn't have debts
She always remained withdrawn, shameful, thoughtful
So that the neighbors wouldn't laugh 'cause she had dirty clothes
To make a leu, she didn't beg in the train stations
Rather, she went through the stairs with her mother with a broom, with difficulty
She would have been send to school more often, she loved poetry
But where to get money for books when you're in Romania?
She turned 18, exactly enough
She found herself a boss, a better workplace
Until one day he pulled her by the shirt
He told her, 'Come under the office, 'cause I'll make your salary a gift'
She looked at him with loathing and with a heart of ice
She left, she slammed the door, she spat in his face
She is Cristina from the 6th floor
She passed through the school of life and didn't finish the 8th class
Gold doesn't rust
From the dust awaken the ruins
Gold doesn't rust
From the dust awaken the ruins
Cristina, Cristina, Cristina
There's light at the end of the path
Cristina, Cristina, Cristina
There's light at the end of the path
Arrived at the road again, life is an ordeal
She looks through the windows at the salami and cheese
Because she didn't dream of her birthday to taste champagne
She leaves with hope in her eyes to the job in Spain
And there she makes friends who want to help her
Put aside several hundred, too
But Cristina didn't know why they were up to it
She woke up in a full street with her body on sale
Which wasn't in her nature, because her mother told her
Don't sell your dignity for a corner of paradise
She left with her head high because she knew that waiting for her
Was a better future, when life is unfair
I wonder where this fighter is now
Who could write a book about how to have honor
They called her Cristina from the 6th floor
She passed through the school of life and didn't finish the 8th class
Gold doesn't rust
From the dust awaken the ruins
Gold doesn't rust
From the dust awaken the ruins
Cristina, Cristina, Cristina
There's light at the end of the path
Cristina, Cristina, Cristina
There's light at the end of the path
Curious by nature, I knocked at the door
Her mother opened up for me, humble and submissive
I told her, I kiss your hand, madam, do you have 5 minutes
And she sat on her chair, curious to hear me out
What do you know of Cristina, is she well, healthy?
I know that she left the country, does she still come home?
She told me, son, that she's well, she had hard moment
But she sends money monthly so that I can take my medicine
She found a stable job, she has a husband and kids
It was very hard for her, because she's a fragile soul
With tears in her eyes, she clung a letter to her chest
Where her daughter wrote, 'Mama, I didn't sell my honor'
Through the hard times with my head up, exactly like you taught me
To find happiness, I fought with people
This is what Cristina wrote while she wept
For her old mother who waited for her at home
Gold doesn't rust
From the dust awaken the ruins
Gold doesn't rust
From the dust awaken the ruins
Cristina, Cristina, Cristina
There's light at the end of the path
Cristina, Cristina, Cristina
There's light at the end of the path
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!
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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
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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
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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...