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Good Night Bucharest
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Can't you see... that if you close your eyes you'll be lost,
Everything is changing around you way before you get to settle down,
And you realise that life is a one way journey
So wherever you go take advantage of whatever you can.
Can't you see...
Poor people that lost any hope,
Holes on the street, entire buildings of one room apartments,
Everything is a strange shade of grey that is slowingly choking you out,
Only the thugs from the corner bring some colour on this background.
All that's left is steel bars at the windows, dirty pubs and bars,
Whores are used as a bet and lost with a cast of a dice,
It's still smelling like poverty and hunger,
Youngsters pump their veins full of drugs hidden in the back streets.
It's a luxury to have a home and you know that well,
Many poor families make a shit load of children like mad.
And the race for money is still going on,
The elders are dragging the shitty rum bottle with them.
They are those that want to drain their sorrow,
Their time is passing by, obviously, but you don't care.
The street railway cars are going back at the home depot, so
The lights are out... Good Night Bucharest!
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At street corners: crackheds, syringes, garbage,
Dirty kids, rusted elders, the street lights are on... bling-bling,
They reveal children begging on the streets,
Stolen cars sold at bargain prices.
It's like in the ring, you have to keep your guard up,
The police is ready to burn you,
You go to jail with stiches if you're selling weed and someone snitches.
The justice is blind, the police is blind,
There is blindness in every eyes that do not want to see
That in Bucharest everything disappears in a second (How's that?)
Pay attention to your pockets and to your car's alarm!
Nowdays the dirty concrete buildings are your only escape,
Otherwise you'll be stepped on by others on the streets.
There are many neighborhoods from where you can not get out from,
You'll leave butt naked, with no money and dissapointed.
So wherever you go make sure to take care,
The Little Paris is history... Good Night Bucharest!
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Can't you see...
Can't you see...
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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...