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I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
Hold on — I don’t want to let go of your hand
Slowly, unhurriedly, I close the hotel door
I forbid you from remembering who I really am
You hardly know me. Hi, my name is Gleb
You don’t know everything I confessed,
Hiding my eyes in shame
You don’t know that I’m an addict,
That you should never trust me
I greedily inhale the air
That carries your scent right now
Stay with me—let’s have another drink,
Just for an hour
I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
A thousand times, I love…
How many more times am I doomed
To crash my head against rock bottom,
With my fickle and deliberately empty mind?
To hell with all of this—I don’t want to go home.
Ice chills the glass, gin warms my insides
My fear slowly melts away—I’m completely yours
I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
A thousand times, I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
A thousand times, I love…
I love the way your name sounds
In that coat, you look insanely beautiful
I’m starting to get jealous
Of 'Three Days of Rain'
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17.03.2025
Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)
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?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
17.03.2025
Rain
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
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
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The Little Bunch of Rushes
O maiden of the finest rushes
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