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Use your hand and start writing
When all around you is only fury.
Write the feeling, write the sensation
Be the poet, save the nation.
Use your hand and start writing
My verse is inspired
By a bit of sorrow and joy
Write. Inspire my verse
(The greatest poet Vexxatu Vex)
 
Start singing, big gift,
It's a shame you don't feel what I feel.
Start creating
That's all we have on hand, connect
Your idea can heal, save
(Put the pen in your hand)
Take the pencil, make a painting
Show us the human
How beautiful can he be in this satire
(Subcarpaţi)
 
Start fighting, trainings
Stay focused,
You've got a championship to win.
Stay focused girl and you'll turn everything into art
Start dreaming, since morning
Stay focused, you'll only win a life
Stay focused girl
And you'll turn everything into art
(Subcarpaţi)
 
Motanu:
Listen here bro, dedicate yourself (what?)
Change the scenery, get involved (ah)
Cast away your cloud, get up
I have a secret so you can live your best moments (what?)
Breath and think clear,
Not everything starts from the intellect
Even in your heart there is shouting
Through creativity is expressed
What in time was repressed
 
If you don't see mirrors also
You reflect and change
You reevaluate and you take a walk
If you want to write or to paint walls,
Be true to yourself day by day
Well behaved and humble.
And your art will flourish like a rose
Whomever won't understand it will get thorns
Who knows to appreciate
Will respect it by looking
All is left to do is to cultivate
Every season.
 
Be balanced and stay focused
Put in some passion
Listen to your heart, don't limit yourself
You have a mission
The rhythm is minimal but you're vital
If you have a vision
The style is natural if it is felt in the soul!
 
It's a training, you have to push hard
Determination, flow of ideas and a way
Pure and clear messages spread while running
Movement in it's phenomenal shapes
The way how, how
The man creates a state that forms the man whom
Fixes fatal errors and wants only healing,
Not trivial patterns, rascals, curtains, money
Be the book, the reader and the author, brother!
 
The time can't stop love,
The rhythm is beating in our hearts during day
I'm wandering, it's in my nature
Better than dying every day
Even if you're left with the memory
That you've got to be the spark
That lights up humanity in others,
Be content!
 


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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...