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Short Skirt

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You're a bad girl that likes to go hang out late at night
You like to do drugs with everyone drinking beer
You take pictures of your tits and ass and like selfies
Dating all the bosses that like Louis Vuitton clothes
I am a good boy 'from inside the house to outside in the alley'
Make you become infatuated because I have a little talent
A short skirt slowly steps into the bar
How many guys love you but don't dare to express it?
I know, I know you are an angel
And I'm just a diligent student
But in your heart there is always my name
Nobody is beside you so get beside me
You don't like to go home before ten o'clock at night
You say you're lonely, there's always someone waiting for you
You say that everyone has the right to love
Because only then will you have money to spend
 
You are a bad girl with a short skirt
Eating out on the street, unafraid of sunburn
As long as there's money, you don't discriminate, you are a bad girl you like money
 
You are a bad girl with a short skirt
Eating out on the street, unafraid of sunburn
As long as there's money, you don't discriminate, you are a bad girl you like money
 
There's a wound from childhood that you're trying to heal
After that, your life had to experience uncountable bitterness
A few scores whenever you stepped into love affairs
And every month, dating tens of guys is a normal thing
You felt remorse and then cried in bed
After that, you went back again like a horse familiar with the old path
You say that in life there's nothing to worry about
Because you are yourself in those times that you smoke weed
There's a tattoo on the skin
Write both mother's name and father's name
The highs are indescribable
It causes you to not want to go home tonight
Habits that don't need to be quit
I want you to care, I need a little trick
Life isn't sad nor happy
But it's important to have money in your pocket
You don't like to be given roses
The thing you need is a room full of money
And money is something you always keep in your heart
And your bank account has never been without money
Because you're beautiful at every centimeter
You cause so many guys to sacrifice themselves to die
But no matter what, you still don't care
And you became a whore while at a young age
 
You are a bad girl with a short skirt
Eating out on the street, unafraid of sunburn
As long as there's money, you don't discriminate, you are a bad girl you like money
 
You are a bad girl with a short skirt
Eating out on the street, unafraid of sunburn
As long as there's money, you don't discriminate, you are a bad girl you like money
 
I put on a short skirt, then I go in
Glancing over to see me arrive, you must say hello
I say that I'm a bad girl, for sure
If you don't like it, don't get roped in
The DJ plays the music on top
What goes down must come back up
You turned around to ask for my name
Dude, why do you remember and then forget?
This dude is a player
Things you buy don't need to be repaid (on loan)
Why would I sell purses anyway, you guys keep looking for a place to put your wallets
You gaze at me for a truly long time
I'm beautiful to death
Look at my round butt and you know
From where do the waves begin?
How much money is your rent?
There's a lot that you keep taking out
You don't need to be afraid of getting scolded
Because it's my loud voice instead
If I flirt then you fall
I only need to say a few sentences
Meeting you is like crossing legs on my neck
But that doesn't mean I'm running away
Anytime the streets light up, I go to the bar
I just need to play, no need to pay
Bad girls like me aren't widespread
And what I like are bruises on the skin
You want to try the strange flavor
Just call me and I'll come over quickly
Good girls only make you bored
And I am corrupt (enough) to make you happy
 
You are a bad girl with a short skirt
Eating out on the street, unafraid of sunburn
As long as there's money, you don't discriminate, you are a bad girl you like money
 
You are a bad girl with a short skirt
Eating out on the street, unafraid of sunburn
As long as there's money, you don't discriminate, you are a bad girl you like money
 
You are bad girl you like money (yah yah)
You are bad girl you like money (yah yah)
You are bad girl you like money (yah yah)
You are bad girl you like money.
 


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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
 


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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...