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Hurray

Monday
I have to start running again today
It’s different from before
The destination is clear
I jump over everything like hurdles
I finish this year
To the end with you
And when the new year’s sun rises
I want to greet it with us in embrace
But first,
Let’s focus on this week
Without letting it go easily
Each week I get tested
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday
I earnestly wait for the one thing
And calm myself
I’m hungry for that Sunday candy
But there’s a whole week left
 
There’s no movement in the sun
But the day of the week has changed
I closed my eyes
But my room is too bright for me to fall sleep
I don’t need an alarm
The moment I wash and lay down
I have to get up and get ready to go out
For 6 days I throw on a hoodie
In my clockwork life, there’s one day Sunday
You’re here and a light shines upon me
I get a happy phone call and start the morning
I hope the sun goes down quickly
And I hope the moon doesn’t rise
 
Hold on girl I want to see you every day for a week
Hold on girl you fill me up all the way
Hold on girl even if it’s for one day
Monday to Saturday when you’re not there
It’s hurray after that
 
Hurray hurray hurray yeah
Hurray hurray yeah
Hurray hurray hurray yeah
When Sunday comes around yahoo
Hurray hurray hurray yeah
Hurray hurray yeah
Hurray hurray hurray yeah
I’m running to you now
 
Uh, look at my style
I’ve been waiting for this day
All the times that are running towards Sunday
Are so slow like turtles
I feel like I’m Gyunwoo
When is the Ojak Bridge rising
When Sunday comes around
I run to see my Jingnyuh
But Sunday is short and the sun sets early
I don’t want this time to pass by so easily
I look to the stars and pray and pray
I wish that each minute goes slowly like a year
Monday to Saturday
I think to myself, I wish those days are deleted
And imagine if every day was a Sunday
 
A warm Monday morning
Like I haven’t woken up
From dreams of yesterday
I remember those moments
I forget them again
And have to go work
That’s how the week I wait for you
Will pass by quickly
That’s how I endure 6 days
I roll up my sleeves and my pants
And think of our memories together for 3 days
And of what we’ll do for the other 3 days
My face gets red
Even though you’re not in front of me
So when the day comes
I raise both of my arms and freeze
 
Hold on girl I want to see you every day for a week
Hold on girl you fill me up all the way
Hold on girl even if it’s for one day
Monday to Saturday when you’re not there
It’s hurray after that
 
Hurray hurray hurray yeah
Hurray hurray yeah
Hurray hurray hurray yeah
When Sunday comes around yahoo
Hurray hurray hurray yeah
Hurray hurray yeah
Hurray hurray hurray yeah
I’m running to you now
 


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Doctor Faust





Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
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Oh, Doctor Faust
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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
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Oh, Doctor Faust
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover 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
 


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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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...