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I don't get

I haven't
Seen you in a long time
But still the timer
You started is suddenly interesting
Your finger taps
Your eye scans the cafe
A tight half-smile
Stares fixedly at me
You take
As much as you want from me
 
I don't get anything out of it
When you say you don't need me
To come to you every Sunday
I don't get anything out of it
When we're always in a hurry
I guess you have something else again
 
I'm that person who danced with you
At the last party
But still to you it's final
Although I get nothing from this
Still I try to hold on
It'll be Friday again soon
 
By accident
We met on the dance floor on Friday
But all of a sudden
You disappeared from my view
 
My stomach turns over and my eyes water
Some sender behind me is excited
It makes me feel hot
I still don't get
What's wrong here
Why with me
Everything always happens quickly
I don't get anything from you
 
I don't get anything out of it
When you say you don't need me
To come to you every Sunday
I don't get anything out of it
When we're always in a hurry
I guess you have something else again
 
I'm that person who danced with you
At the last party
But still to you it's final
Although I get nothing from this
Still I try to hold on
It'll be Friday again soon
 
It would be a lot easier
To be free from you
Since I don't get
Any sort of relief from you
I'm not in your speed dial
When you flip through
Your calendar in front of me
But still always
Thinking to yourself
We won't be in sync
 
Evenings under the blanket
Good times await
But wondering all the same
What games you're really playing
In the morning you call me
I shouldn't answer
But I push the green button
You couldn't be easier to love
 
Although I get nothing from this
Still I try to hold on
It'll be Friday again soon
 
I don't get anything out of it
When you say you don't need me
To come to you every Sunday
I don't get anything out of it
When we're always in a hurry
I guess you have something else again
 
I'm that person who danced with you
At the last party
But still to you it's final
Although I get nothing from this
Still I try to hold on
It'll be Friday again soon
 


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From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
 

What did it look like?
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Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
 

I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
 

Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
 

You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
 

Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
 


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Sawah Lettuces





Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
 

In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
 

Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
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The Little Bunch of Rushes





O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
 
  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.