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The mountain doesn't cry

Stop complaining at the stars
Watch my tears
Stop complaining at the stars
Watch my tears
Stop complaining, dear mountain
Stop mourning this much
Stop complaining at the stars
Watch my tears
Stop complaining at the stars
Watch my tears
 
I feel so
I feel so
I feel so lonely
20.000 people by my side
I feel so lonely
 
If it's a jungle, not a concrete one
I struggle and I give uh-uh-uh
Based on music and fans
Years have passed, it's all I have
 
I'm a lesson, the chill guy
I can run, I don't see you, I don't cause you pain
I'm a mirror, you can run
To see how far you can get
 
Big concerts, always circuits
When I go higher, you see me smaller
I built and fill the house from nothing
When I go higher, you see me smaller
 
Eh, they were calling us, they were calling us
While you were singing, they were calling us
I'm ashamed they were calling us
It's not my fault they didn't stop
I know it's a big mirage
But it's not that nice on the streets
Much disorganization
The arena screams in dezorganization
 
Don't hurry, child, to grow up
You don't wanna be on the highway
Do a lot of sport, study a lot
Maybe you'll fall in love with a girl
 
I took out of my soul pure beings
The blessed moments
I'll teach them how not to fall
With love and always on guard
 
I was too young to understand
Never will I judge again a cover
I let actions speak quietly
And who hears me out, deserves respect.
 

Cold as Ice

My appearance
Can deceive
But your innocence
It is the one to blame
 
I'm more than your lazy mind can imagine
Dangerous and ready to kill
Who I put to sleep never wakes up
And just for the record you are on my list
 
They say I'm cold as ice
But I live ready for action
The world that made me this way
And that's not a complaint
 
My look is fatal
I don't show expression
I'll bring your ending
The last beat of your heart
 
Lethal as a sword
In the hands of a samurai
Fast and sharp
And always looking for more
 
And it's no use begging for forgiveness
Because in the end, I don't care
I will not go back
I only stop when my target is on the ground
And this is hardly a warning
Cause you won't escape
 
They say I'm cold as ice
But I live ready for action
The world that made me this way
And that's not a complaint
 
My look is fatal
I don't show expression
I'll bring your ending
The last beat of your heart
 
And now you know
But I'm afraid it's too late
And now you know
But I'm afraid it's too late
 
They say I'm cold as ice
But I live ready for action
The world that made me this way
And that's not a complaint
 
My look is fatal
I don't show expression
I'll bring your ending
The last beat of your heart
 

Little Enchantress

I don't know what's got me so overwhelmed
I only looked at her twice, and now it's like I'm in love
I've rebooted my heart, but it keeps on going boom-boom
I only looked at her twice, and now I'm sighing in awe
 
Pretty little enchantress, you jinxed me with your smile
You've got me flying like a broom through the night
And sweeping all day long
Pretty little enchantress, your touch is a potent drug
Nobody else has tamed this beast with her charms
 
Let's learn these magic tricks you and me
You better get your wand ready, cause I'm-
I'm a werewolf, and the full moon is here, darling
Let's get that cauldron sizzling
And let's hop in
 
Let's go slow, for the moment long awaited has come
Let's not lose any more time
I don't know how I got so entangled in your snares
And how you've left me breathless
You're a mystery, but I'll let the fear dissipate
Turn off the lights
Your body is more seductive than ever

I can use toilet myself

From now on I use toilet myself.
Daddy, mommy, don't underestimate me!
Baby Bus taught me how to use toilet.
I can't wait! I gotta answer the call of nature!
 
When using toilet, don't eat.
When using toilet, save the paper.
When using toilet, don't play toys.
After use, flush the toilet.
 

FM Air

3, 4...
A little sweet
A little salty
A bit about you
A little bit about me
A little calmer
A little bit of the Larsen effect
A little bit of everyone
As long as we sow
Our laughter our fears
In the air of time
It's painless
Not evil singing
One that we like
One that we forget
One that makes us...
 
Singing
And blowing in the air
Bubbles of FM air loveBubbles of FM air love1
Singing
What's on one's heart
The heart is a master singer
 
It runs and runs
This heart that beats
It makes me say
Anything
One day it's yes
One day it's no
Friend's song
Best enemies
I heard it's true
I'm said to be making it up
I'm a man
An angel if I want to
And it hurts
And it doesn't matter
It feels good
 
Singing
And blow in the air
Bubbles of FM air love1
Singing
What's on your heart
The heart is a master singer
 
Commercial music2 or pop music
To the top or not
We'll say anything
Anything we want
That I'm a bobo
That I'm not a big fan
So I might as well...
 
Sing
 

• Pun between 'FM air' (=FM air) and 'éphémère' (=ephemeral) that sound exactly the same in french.
• 2. Called 'Variétés françaises' in french

So what the actual fuck?

Versions: #1
I don't want to shackle you
Or use duct tape
But I'm sometimes home
Already before Hesari 1
 
You're saying you're tired
From overtime still
Was it the pizza guy who called?
Thanking for last night
 
I don't recognize that parfume
You're fiddling your phone again
Why do you hide in your scarf?
And I'm thinking...
 
Chorus:
So what the actual fuck?
I'm running out of humor
It's nice to have friends
But friends don't make hickies
So what the actual fuck?
Soon your legos2 will start to fall
Your drunken tongue kisses
I heard some rumors of
So what the actual fuck?
I'm running out of humor
 
I don't want to stalk you
Or use Finder,
But your bathroom cabinet
Had an eyeliner in it
 
When new friends
You search from Tinder-pictures
I'm waiting for a new surprise
Like from Kinder-egg's
 
I don't recognize that parfume
You're fixing your collars
Those aren't mosquito bites
And I'm thinking...
 
Chorus
 
I want to give you a one more chance
On a Sunday morning I apologize
That I overreacted or just demanded too much
Your door gets opened by my best friend
 
Chorus
 

• 1. A slang word for Helsingin Sanomat, a newspaper
• 2. A slang word for teeth.

There is something canny in the air

Versions: #1
It's obvious that something isn't right
It's obvious that there is something hideous
It's neither about you nor me,
It's not obvious who it is about.
 
There is something canny in the air.
There is something missing somewhere.
There is something indescribable.
There is something cunny in the air.
 
There is a problem that is not understood
Is it because of the pouring rain or the blowing wind?
It is neither because of this nor that,
It's not obvious why.
 
If I take a deep breath, it will go away,
Or maybe it will go on forever,
Where does it come from and how does it go away,
What is it, what is it not.
 
There is something canny in the air.
There is something missing somewhere.
There is something indescribable.
There is something canny in the air.
 

Sailor (Your home is the sea)

Sailor, don't get your hopes up
maybe she won't come
go back there on the sea
dream... oh, sailor
 
That's your home now
great as great is the sea
and the stars wherever you go
they will know how to light you up
seven seas
seven loves
they will make you forget
and peace in your heart
you will see return...
 
That's your home now
great as great is the sea
and the stars wherever you go
they will know how to light you up
seven seas
seven loves
they will make you forget
and peace in your heart
you will see return...
 
Sailor, Sailor, Sailor...
 

Breathing again

Versions: #1
After the thunderstorm
To find each other in sand and be awed
We're breathing again
In the fragments of capital city
The sun is cold
And the main event is soon to happen
We're breathing again
We're breathing again
 
Scared, wingless
Did we really earn this fate
Breath easily, my darling,
Deep, long breaths
Breath in with full lungs
Sky-high sails are our home
Fly, don't look in the past
Like a moth to it's flame
 
After the thunderstorm
Where the forgotten smell of ozone
Flows into our dreams
We're breathing again
And warmth in the capital city
Everything happened that always
Had to be
We're breathing again
 
Scared, wingless
Did we really earn this fate
Breath easily, my darling,
Deep, long breaths
Breath in with full lungs
Sky-high sails are our home
Fly, don't look in the past
Like a moth to it's flame
 
After the thunderstorm
Spokes are broken
Bike is abandoned, and it's wheels
Seem stopped
We will be late again
 

Short Skirt

Versions: #1
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.
 

So that I don't owe them

Act I
 
Government with the spoon and fork as a symbol
and a golden boy suddenly you have as a tyrant
A Prime Minister, who has at the side
every secretary, substitute as a frontman
everyone [is] The Birds of the excellent [aristos] and funny
and I would say 'Alright man, I guess he's joking,
our Louis XIV, our master, our anax'
if the world didn't swallow all day Xanax
Minister of disgust and primitiveness
is giving wide handed lessons of hegemony
But the Ministry of Anointing and of the cave
too gives other dimension in the essence of vulgar
Feathers and perfumes, all the rights
in the night's matters, automatically
abomination laws are passed, in the dirt
devil scatterings are the wind gatherings
Constitutional divergence, without shame
a psychotropic situation, without dope
Eight hour work, it's a banality
and every overtime, will be unpaid
outside the church, the worshippers
protest gathering? 'Eh, no man'
For every question of yours, they have a platoon
a nation in dystopia and captivity
Groups of suppression for you to be safe
in patrol cars the state is consistent
And blue uniforms inside the universities to show anger
on the students beating and chemical
Listen to the most reassuring
to have special force policemen in the living room too
you know, under the air conditioner
and you wouldn't want, my man, not even an alarm
He even speaks of growth, the foolie functional
he fancies ridicule international
And Brussels are having a true laugh
while the neighbors are throwing ships in the Aegean
that's why he bought a frigate, the fateful boy
the cataclysmic, what do you want, pleb?
'The most appropriate' in the fixed poll
for the middleman, with negligible monthly [salary]
Framed with governmental smart alecks
filled CVs, with alpha privatives
The unbelievably foolish and without regret
obviously unpunished, but seldom seen
unbearably undaunted and ignorant of history
the borrowed and unreturned and uncompromising
The pal, the agreed, the chosen one transferred
and the one that resembles lead and gold carved candle
Millions from here to some relative
for masks to be made by the one who fixes toilet flushes
Gift the assignment, for some repairs
to sisters-in-law, relatives-in-law, thefts and such
in secrecy, paranoia in the chronicles of Narnia
so many scandals that don't fit even in a Scania
Honey is the deficit and it's their concern
to leave a rubble, again in their name
 
Act II
 
I have sixth sense, I see dead people
sucking on the presidential nipple
Voters, wanderers passers-by
only loyal to football shirts
Gizmo is morphed into Gremlin with food
and the apolitical in starvation becomes fascismo
Far-right foundational corner stone
the goats are looking for a scapegoat
Scatter to me again the Skopje matters, on purpose
ancient helmet, broom, pounding
While refugee children, inside muddy waters
they're sinking, the attempts in painful swamp dreams
Cunningly the ones saying 'On the one side yes, but...' with bad temper
They have the problem, therefore they are cowards
Myriads voted for a whole life chicken thieves
they can't stand it anymore and they decided to vote for murderers
May you have a little job and wherever the scale turns
Helenes with one L, this scourge
You were acting like Hugh Hefner, with foreign wallet?
Now for decoration you have the tin pot
You are a snub in a 'low-assed' country
endlessly hillbilly alternative with a hole in the aerosole
having a great opinion, always abstaining
only a little you are a slave, as much as the liberal elephant steps
Look for comfort mister Pantelis, idiot
get used to the dildo and it will be comfortable
Again for the people, not even a doorknob man
you give ass and I will give pain in the polarization
Everything in corruption and in camphor
tragedy doesn't make a difference and whistle ignorantly
you are interested in loving your ass with passion
don't let conscience play various tricks on you
You think you are a master, but you are pleb
do you feel like a small bourgeois or like a small ridicule?
For sure you belong in the right category?
Are you the son of 'Take everything' or the son of 'Take the three'?
Yes, you are not the first, neither the last
you are in between, thus just accidental ones
and it's best to be last, rather than finished
because the last one closes door as he enters
 
Act III
 
Information from the Mass Media and woe
and everything is upside down like a right wheeled car
The common opinion's formation,
in below average perception and culture
Appropriate wording in the sentence with fanaticism
learning by heart makes sensation with sewage
Fooling, isolation and dazzling
the eyebrow is exhausted from being raised
Rusted mouths with plugs in the channel
the corpses are dragged on their knees inside the panel
They are mopping saliva, they are lighting up manuals
the devastation under the rug to launder bags
Airing to the tombola, with the euros as a fan
so you scumbags, [do] whatever the channels order
The current affairs in the principality
fakelicious, like a rotten show and reality
Shush, silence and be silent, the TV is speaking now
it's the form of government that the country has now
Rich [are] the gifts, speculative reports
it is debunked, the misinformation every hour
Everyone in your beds until the tempest is over
and 'Naturellement' will say the Pasta Flora
Front pages for every chief shepherd
the shit is going everywhere throwing them in a helix
Today fake news, they are calling their propaganda
with a paper mush made of euros, you can make a statue
Our leader in the set, for an encounter tête-à-tête
asks Pinochhio, answers Pinochet
Opinion making journalism
the regime's is being crafted the holy image
But don't be anxious, 'Hakuna Matata'
Don't be more of a terrorist than you must
No cat no damage, couch potato
awesome the news for the royal-blooded villager
I hope all the data are never known
because everyone will become festive pinata
 
Act IV
 
And here comes the pandemic, the fateful encounter
everyone in hysteria, a tempest in the brain
Everything in your life became a crime
'save yourself' is exuding a stench
The misery of the many, bulimia of the few
'the wolf in the turbulence...', the saying goes
Macabre statistics, are climbing uphill
and the state keeps a distance, in the 'logic but costly'
Easy the plan, to save the people
get locked in the attic, punishment and beating
Break the quarantine, a small salary for fine
with raw authoritarianism, intimidation and sadism
With the virus as a pretext for prohibition
with the motto 'Shit on the National Health System and make an oratory
shit on the recession and industries in shrinking
shit on debts and the locks in accumulation'
No way they will be recruited, doctor or a nurse
and the head of the clinic to become, a beggar and a thief?
No way they will invest a peanut for an ICU
everyone who gets sick should go home, to listen at Megadeth
Safety measures, with hope as a boat
measures that have the seal of responsibility exemption
Measures from balls that go around in a ballot
the conclusion, measures that are clenching your carotid
And I can't stand yet another oxymoron measure
[of social] class, ephemeral but permanent and painful
'Personal responsibility' says her highness
unless you belong to the government or you are her boss
Now get out, visitors, tourismo
Now it's your fault, dungeon and isolation
Safe, without income and enclosed
so he can wander, the Carefree-made
Funny dynasty that is flirting with the seven-year [junta]
and the Constitution [Syntagma], just a name on a square
Scientific committee is preaching
the ones who are kissing the priest's hand
But you don't catch it in good God's home
but know that kimono is a religion too
Infectious disease specialists entered violently our lives
they are everywhere Beaker and Doctor Honeydew
Fearmongers in the TV windows are dragging their corpses
and I'm laughing like Mr. Boutias in 'Erotodikio'
the detention center, you want to become familiar
with an sms to the pharmacy, for a sublingual pill
go [to] work on the bus and [be] at home at nine
so, bread, olive and COVID-19
Without freedoms, but don't be greedy
you have Netflix, you have the Apple Store too
Every home the labyrinth of Pan
the mother is beating the child and the child the mother
Old and young, telework, teleducation
and our lives from now on, with telechain
Assembly at home isn't allowed anymore
and the neighbor turns into a snitch
What bad luck, that the pandemic arrived
and the many's nuts turned to macadamia
Others careful and others stand on guard
others in everything 'X' and others in guilt
others in nature, vacation with acceptance
others don't have anymore tolerance to abstinence
or tolerance to another decree from the Occupation
neither patience for your opinion and explanation
Give a package to the minions of Kaiser
and I hope the billions are GoodPfizer
And when is reached the immunity in the herd
we will see how many bees will be left in the hive
and in the end, after Covid's blaze
how many idiots and waste, will exit without being hurt
 
Act V
 
The liar, the pretentious, urges for compliance
make a toast, to muteness and deafness
Eyelid fall, in your sluggish speech
Take your 'correct' and stuff it in your rectum
Stuff poetry to get shares
no speech for mobilization, though
Make a statement, make a declaration to me
and let the children arrange the protest
Okay I don't expect from you to tear a lion in half
and grow a pair between the legs
Hypocritical the critic and decorative
disgusting seems self critic to you
More correct than all the correct ones
more Chosen [Christos] than Jesus
and maybe more equal than the equals
you enjoy and bet on hate rhetoric
The fake solidary, doesn't want the discrimination
until the log out and the application is turned off
The same one, who if the person next to him drops dead
he doesn't give a goodbye fuck
 
Act VI
 
It's known everyone has opinions
and in the internet the coin has a thousand sides
With your stupidity in profiles en face
easily synapses, you can cut in half
Every scroll, stoning and aphorism
plethora of trolls, working by the hour
Flesh eating comments, clicks of support
by Death Eaters of Lord Voldemort
The battle will be judged, on the keyboard
on unfollows, on blocks, on mutes and on reports
The one side shouts 'goats', the other side shouts 'sheep'
and both of them follow after the downfall
More are the comments of every hateful one
than the takes of the dick of Giannis Kokiasmenos
From the other side the madam, doesn't sweat
The leftover food isn't good if you have WiFi
Yes babe, post the cute puppy
a lettuce, next to it a cup of tea and in the background a bonsai
Filter for the jaw fat, nails, thighs beach
Selfie in the location... 'Anesthesia'
 
Act VII
 
And we the artists the parasites
are swallowing the insults, unchewed
from idiots, yuppie golden boys
amoebas calling us lazy
The appointed ones are singing pretentiously
The fixed up ones are acting like Marcel Marceau
And the stars acting like tourists to me
the morning jobs, even the hobbyists are freaking
The artists stranded, with tied hands and feet
and inside the end of the world, necessity or luxury?
'Here the world is ending, leave the theater
where in the end, they are all perverse'
It is comfortable that the situation is a disgrace
who cares if they are starving?
In the television feast, labors are being burned like piece of wood
you will get the ass pocket's fluff as a stimulus
The authority's chosen, for communication
not even after the pandemic will they have a handshake
That's why I am not a worker of art
I am her husband and her hidden lover
 

Alice in Wonderland

Bring me with you, I don't know where
And I'm ready to applause
Because behind the hill over there
I stop and stare, I can't stop myself
 
Do you want to meet the whole world
Look around and don't hesitate
Because it's right in front of you
Everyday again I feel, just like
 
Alice, Alice, Alice in Wonderland
Alice, Alice, Alice in Wonderland
Hopelessly curiois
And amazed by everything you see
I don't know where I end up
Just like Alice in Wonderland
 
(Alice, Alice, Alice in wonderland)
(Alice, Alice, Alice in wonderland)
(Alice, Alice, Alice in wonderland)
(Alice in Wonderland)
 
Just go where you feel like you need to go
Curiousity is the best map
And the miracle is around the corner
You just have to look, every day is worth two
 
Do you want to explore the whole world?
Look around and don't hesitate
Shall I tell you a secret?
I feel everyday just like
 
Alice, Alice, Alice in Wonderland
Alice, Alice, Alice in Wonderland
Hopelessly curiois
And amazed by everything you see
I don't know where I end up
Just like Alice in Wonderland
 
And I never feel alone
My futuristic friends are
Waiting for me in the wonderful world around me
Let the party start, if you want to join please call
 
Alice, Alice, Alice in Wonderland
Alice, Alice, Alice in Wonderland
Hopelessly curiois
And amazed by everything you see
I don't know where I end up
Just like Alice in Wonderland
 
(Alice, Alice, Alice in wonderland)
(Alice, Alice, Alice in wonderland)
(Alice, Alice, Alice in wonderland)
(Alice in Wonderland)
 

Always keep dreaming

Even if I am 100 years old
I will always keep dreaming
I have braids in my hair
I will always keep dreaming
And I will keep doing my thing
I dance and I scream and sing
And we will be together forever
I will always keep dreaming
 
With a bit of sparkles and some fantasy
You can fill everyday with love and magic
 
I color my whole world pink
Whistle a song without blushing
Whatever tomorrow may bring
I will always keep dreaming
I will always keep dreaming
Fill my heart with beautiful things
Whatever tomorrow may bring
I will always keep dreaming
 
Do you know what I'd like?
I will always keep dreaming
A sneaky kiss of you
I will always keep dreaming
And that you tell me once
'Baby, I love you'
I will always keep dreaming
 
With a bit of sparkles and some fantasy
You can fill everyday with love and magic
 
I color my whole world pink
Whistle a song without blushing
Whatever tomorrow may bring
I will always keep dreaming
I will always keep dreaming
Fill my heart with beautiful things
Whatever tomorrow may bring
I will always keep dreaming
 
I am still doing my things
I dance and scream and sing
Who doesn't try, doesn't win
I will always keep dreaming
I hope you say one day
'This dream is real'
I will always keep dreaming
 
I will always keep dreaming (x 8)
 
With a bit of sparkles and some fantasy
You can fill everyday with love and magic
 
I color my whole world pink
Whistle a song without blushing
Whatever tomorrow may bring
I will always keep dreaming
I will always keep dreaming
Fill my heart with beautiful things
Whatever tomorrow may bring
I will always keep dreaming
 
I am still doing my things
I dance and scream and sing
Who doesn't try, doesn't win
I will always keep dreaming
I hope you say one day
'This dream is real'
I will always keep dreaming
 

Wandering today in the world of torment and pain

Wandering today in the world of torment and pain
I walk singing along the way
Through the relentless blizzards, storms and waves
Today I bring You praises.
 
I sing to You, I adore You, I glorify You, I magnify you
And I tell everyone how much I love You
From dawn to dusk, I always praise You
Glory be to the Lord!
 
My footsteps walk through the valley of complaint
And I seek comfort
The enemy is strong and I'm too small
But the Lord gives me strength.
 
I shout to You, my Sun, for to come to help me
For with You I'll overcome the storm and the cloud
And You'll raise the flag of victory
Glory be to the Lord!
 
I run to the target on the thorny road
Through waves and temptations
I know that Christ is leading me
So I keep moving forward.
 
For Jesus smooths the road of thorns
He also carries our cross, as He said
Then, He's affectionately waiting for us up in Heaven
Glory be to the Lord!
 
It's only a matter of time before we reach the shore
With the Lord in happiness
One moment, one hour, and then to the harbor
Our Groom is waiting for us.
 
For, the road on which many wept badly
And the bitter tears which have flowed from our eyes
All will be forgotten and we will always sing
Glory be to the Lord!
 

Radio goes up

the woman lifts her gaze from the news
and ponders where the sense of stillness
comes from all suddenly
she gets up
looks at her living room
looks out of the window
grass bathes in the evening sun
is it a smell, taste, maybe a sound?
does it come from outside or the kitchen, from the closet
under the chair?
the woman's mouth opens
the toaster rises up
the sofa rises up
the woman's neck hair rises
 
when radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up through the ceiling
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up through the ceiling
 
apartment full of strangers
not nice
they drink coffee while the woman lies there on the floor
into their ufo they drag the innocent, unconscious wretch
into the stratosphere the ship disappears
and the journey home begins
 
and radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up through the ceiling
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up through the ceiling
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up through the ceiling
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up
radio goes up throught the ceiling
 
(hey help me don't leave me alone here)
 

what era?

Verse 1
Oh my dear, why don't you give me a present
I just need flowers, I don't need a phone or a car you know
I've loved you for a long time, but your secret is hidden huh huh
I just like you, so you don't have to fight with anyone
Just need
 
Take me out for the weekend
Let loving hearts be closer
If there's only me in your heart, why should you hesitate?
You love one-sided love
For how many thoughts must be discontented
Don't know that other person is hugging sadness and joy
when I really crush someone my true heart
 
Chorus
What era?
Love but cannot be said
(Now is) what era?
Love but cannot be said into words
What era?
Love but cannot be said
(Now is) what era?
Love but cannot be said into words
 
Verse 2
Blue Jordan is as cold as water
Turn the steering wheel to surf in winter
I took the table 4P booked in advance
And then, she asked myself to pick her up
At the same time, there are 2 girls like that
Her name Thuy is used instead
Her name Hannah is ok too
But she think that I love one-sided, so I (cancel) turn back
 
You pretend in front of me and disparage me
But actually you like me
Our story is good but it's not useful, just feel bad
In the past, I used to make hexagonal poetry in high school
Now rapper, you turn on the mode ' Min - có em chờ'
 
Ok, you want pearl
milk tea as big as buffalo legs
Love but you not to say into words, it's you right
So you don't ask that 'why aren't we together'
 
Chorus
What era?
Love but cannot be said
(Now is) what era?
Love but cannot be said into words
What era?
Love but cannot be said
(Now is) what era?
Love but cannot be said into words
 
Bridge
I'm not fragile and weak
Can't wait forever for someone
Don't let a life you regret
Don't let your life slip away
 
Chorus
What era?
Love but cannot be said
(Now is) what era?
Love but cannot be said into words
What era?
Love but cannot be said
(Now is) what era?
Love but cannot be said into words
 

The contact of the hearts

Versions: #1
Every time I encounter sadness,
It makes me remember that lady.
At times like this, I want her to be by my side
and hold my shoulders.
I don't need consolation or tears.
I only need warmth.
We all can't stay all alone,
because we all have no way to live alone.
On the day, I suffer from emptiness,
I want to invite her to my room.
I want to invite her to sing the same song
without conversation.
An unintentional contact of the hearts
will bring us the happiness.
We all can't stay all alone,
because we all have no way to live alone.
An unintentional contact of the hearts
will bring us the happiness.
We all can't stay all alone,
because we all have no way to live alone.
because we all have no way to live alone.
 

Band

Burned, a mountain burned,
In that mountain a band played,
That band played merrily,
Whilst the mountain burned.
 
It was a good band,
shame it burned up along with the mountain,
It had gone to the mountain to play,
Little did it know that it was going to burn out.
 
A lot of bands are going to burn this way,
bands that people in town didn't want.
They said that they have different opinions,
Let them go to the mountain to play.
 
Now the band's playing up there,
where it's impossible to burn out,
And the angels that are going bananas1,
Are enjoying a good band. (nah nah nah)
 
Burned, a mountain burned,
In that mountain a band played,
That band played merrily,
Whilst the mountain burned.
 

• 1. this line is most likely a pun as the word for 'going bananas' used here uses the word for a devil/demon/imp as it's base, basically: 'devilled (up) angels'

Ballad about Gigo Bosnić

Basketball club 'Koševo' was a good team
Boro, Skeli, Cuba, Trile
We know everyone by heart
But they ruled that 'fildžan' league
Because of legendary captain, Gigo Bosnić
 
It was the golden age of our basketball
Russians sent 5-6 coaches to the Siberia
And we discussed who had better rollings -
Gigo or Delibašić*
 
On May 23rd, against Basketball club 'Alhos'
Very important people came to see him
But Gigo partied with his crew the whole night
He wasn't very precise that day
 
A little bit of effort and a lot of talent
A few injuries and few sips of 'Vecchia'*
Suddenly, Gigo Bosnić knocked on the door
Of the forgotten champions
 
Something happened inside his head
He started talking about politics, about nationalities
He is buying everybody drinks, he says that he works for the party
The percentage under 31, he visited Gazimestan*
 
A little bit of effort and a lot of talent
A few injuries and few sips of 'Vecchia'*
That April, Gigo found himself next to the howitzer
He finally had the entire town beneath him
 
For all of the steps
For every injustice by the referees
For every missed point
For every girl that didn't like him
For Koševo, for Vratnik, for Malta*
For the entire world
Gigo Bosnić is now loading caliber 155
 
In the trench, in dark, next to the 'Koševo' court
Scoreboards were burnt, the construction had fallen
And I just want to ask one thing:
Would it all be different
If he scored that 3 points against 'Alhos'?
 
A little bit of effort...
 

The Same Thing

I shall see you — good,
I shall not see — too not bad.
I age quietly when I drink.
Without booze — same thing.
 

Wet Soil

You always leave me wanting more
And the bad one is me
I always want1to be with you
But I'm always a fool
 
Although I can't avoid
To see you and give smiles
Don't you see them?
It makes no difference...
 
Always taking care of how you'll find me
Every detail counts because I...
 
I'll earn your love
Maybe you were never interested in me
Much less you fell in love
 
I, will earn your love
Always fresh but hung up
Just like the wet soil
 
You know the things that I like
What more can I ask for?
Simple things like smiling
That makes me very happy
 
Although I can't avoid
To see you with more girls and
You don't see me?
I know it...
 
I tried to be better than all of them2 afterwards
 
Every detail counts because I
 
I'll earn your love
Maybe you were never interested in me
Much less you fell in love
 
I, will earn your love
Always fresh but hung up
Just like the wet soil
 
To be with you
Always helps me to live
But arguing
about things they makes me childish
 
I just sing and I don't know what to do
I just sing and I don't know what to do
I just sing and I don't know what to do
I just sing and I don't know what to do ...
 
I'll earn your love
Maybe you were never interested in me
Much less you fell in love
 
I, will earn your love
Always fresh but hung up
Just like the wet soil
 
I'll earn your love
I'll earn your love
I'll earn your love
I'll earn your love
 

• 1. intend
• 2. the girls

Clarity

Northern star, aurora borealis
Paint the night with your ethereal glow
Pure sky, divine radiance
Silent magic, glinting softly
 
Clarity
Come and encompass me, oh
Clarity
 
It's springtime in this winter of blueness
The night sky is brightened by your light
Pink and violet emanations
Perfectly clear, rays that heal
 
It's springtime in this winter of blueness
The night sky is brightened by your light
Pink and violet emanations
Perfectly clear, rays that heal
 
Clarity
Come and encompass me, oh
Clarity
 

Washing hands

Who will join us?
Every hand will count for 2
We will fight for each other, everyone
 
Heroes of this story
This is our start sign
For every enemy we're ready, everyone
 
Whoever you are
Nobody can hurt us
Because we are going to
 
Wash our hands (3x)
All children on earth are joining us
Aha, aha, aha, aha
From the northpole and in Africa
 
Wash our hands (3x)
All children on earth are joining us
Aha, aha, aha, aha
From the southpole and in North America
 
Show it on the news
Tell it with finger language
Put it on internet, scream it from the roofs
 
Everyone is great
I see it in front of me
Roll your hands out of your sleeve and make circles with your hands
 
Whoever you are
No one can hurt us
Because we are going to
 
Washing our hands (3x)
All children on earth are joining us
Aha, aha, aha, aha
From the northpole and in Africa
 
Washing our hands (3x)
All children on earth are joining us
Aha, aha, aha, aha
From the southpole and in north america
 
Old giant or small baby
Quickly pull your hands out of your sleeve!
We are screaming!
Everyone on earth is going to
 
Washing our hands (3x)
All children on earth are joining us
Aha, aha, aha, aha
From the northpole and in Africa
 
Washing our hands (3x)
All children on earth are joining us
Aha, aha, aha, aha
From the southpole and in north America
 

My little Ana

(I am) Leaning on the bar and on the glass of wine
Like a cursed poet who sells dreams
She is sitting at the table next to the daddy's boy
The one who has many cars and a lot of cash
 
The piano man is playing something sad
Her eyes are smiling
Can you choose
To throw away many of your days
 
My little Ana
She has everything she wants
She is a true lady
My little Ana
 
My little Ana
Happiness exists after all
Our days are gone
They have died
 
I am paying off my sins and I am not walking with ease
October rains on the window
I am leaving into the night alone
It is best that way
Everything possible should be deleted
 
The piano man is playing something sad
Her eyes are smiling
Can you choose in life
To throw away many of your days
 

One Autumn Got Me Drunk

Where are the soft-winged angels
That touched us one autumn going?
 
Where did the spiteful flower of my soul fall?
Who needs me now, tell me...
 
Neither God nor satan created my pain
The song is the only thing that prevents me from drowning
 
Nobody in their right mind
Could have come up with this -
I don't know how to live neither with you nor without you
 
CHORUS
I was drunken by one autumn
By one look
By one verse
And ever since, I am living like that
God, it is a sin to say how
 
My love,
Forgive me
 
Where did the spiteful flower of my soul fall?
Who needs me now, tell me!
 
Neither God nor satan created my pain
The song is the only thing that prevents me from drowning
 
Nobody in their right mind
Could have come up with this -
I don't know how to live neither with you nor without you
 

PSP

*Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so i'm killin it!*
Ya!
 
Don't even think about playing with me, you'll definitely lose
I leave, run away, since I'm only playing with you like a PSP
I click on the X, I click on the O, and then after - on the triangle
You call me again
Don't even think about playing with me, you'll definitely lose
I leave, run away, since I'm only playing with you like a PSP
I click on the X, I click on the O, and then after - on the triangle
You call me again
 
Don't play with me baby, I'm not a PSP
I know that we'll oversleep today
Lightning won't become a star, you're not that cool
But I'm hitting on the stars, I'm replacing them
Huh? Wait? My Ramona Flowers
I'm your Pilgrim (ey!)
I beat all of your exes
Then why am I still alone? (ha!)
On me is Vetma today (ya!)
Fuck all your brands (ya!)
I remember I dressed you in Gosha1 (wow!)
Bought the entirety of Express (ya!)
Who are our opponents? (ey!)
They're just a bunch of girls (ya!)
And I can tell you (ya!)
I beat all of them
 
Don't even think about playing with me, you'll definitely lose
I leave, run away, since I'm only playing with you like a PSP
I click on the X, I click on the O, and then after - on the triangle
You call me again
Don't even think about playing with me, you'll definitely lose
I leave, run away, since I'm only playing with you like a PSP
I click on the X, I click on the O, and then after - on the triangle
You call me again
 
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Ya!
 

• 1. Gosha Rubchinskiy is a Russian fashion designer

Небо ми је у очима

Versions: #1
У очима имам Небо
И сиве облаке
Препуне суза
Остави ме да патим
У овом чосокаку се не сналазим.
 
Своје срце частим са четири пића
Па и нек боли
Колико год пропадам
Не заборављам те
 
Плаћам четири пића
Задужујем четири срца
Око моје умирем због тебе само.
 
На уснама ми ватра
У очима ми жал
У души пустиња
Јер смо растављени.
 

Jeeva Nadhi

The golden dreams,
and the wounds that touched the heart
are hidden in the womb on the lively river!!
Even the mountains and the glens are obstructing!
Even the valleys are dividing it ruthlessly!
The lively river will not stop and it's untiring
 

When

When I get rid of my addiction
When I get out of school
When nothing I don’t have no longer tempts me
When I get out of my sins
Get out of boring days
When people are proud of me
When, when, when
When I get rid of my addiction
When I get out of school
When nothing I don’t have no longer tempts me
When I get out of my sins
Get out of boring days
When people are proud of me
When, when, when
 
I guess one just wants it, always a bigger gig
It’s not enough at all, the piece of cake you’re cutting
Looking for a new goal, always a new opportunity to be
Faster, prettier, smarter, stronger
Can always be better, a perfect package
More confident than others, a much stronger status
Living the “when” life, always ?
Slowly eventually the cry gets let out
No matter what you say, even if you give a sample
My version of mindfulness is getting wasted (cheers)
You can only say “what if” if no one ever bosses you around (boss)
You relax when you have a Rolex, money makes you relax
 
When I get rid of my addiction
When I get out of school
When nothing I don’t have no longer tempts me
When I get out of my sins
Get out of boring days
When people are proud of me
When, when, when
When I get rid of my addiction
When I get out of school
When nothing I don’t have no longer tempts me
When I get out of my sins
Get out of boring days
When people are proud of me
When, when, when
 
What do you have in your calendar
What should I say
If I’m depressed for a couple more years
What would be the deadline that my vices wouldn’t pass
My everyday life in quarantine, majestetically under anesthesia
Pulled myself up by my bootstraps but got left hanging
When life isn’t just strawberries, blankets and dandelions
I guess no one can help themselves
I burn my bridges behind me so well it’s burning in front of me too
Looking at the future slowly inching forward
When, when, when I’ll have something better to give
 
When I get rid of my addiction
When I get out of school
When nothing I don’t have no longer tempts me
When I get out of my sins
Get out of boring days
When people are proud of me
When, when, when
When I get rid of my addiction
When I get out of school
When nothing I don’t have no longer tempts me
When I get out of my sins
Get out of boring days
When people are proud of me
When, when, when
 
Distrainting my own potential
Ran through years without seeing the goal
Chased, chased, chased mental balance
After it all, all I feel is rage
My mother called me and asked if I had the time to see her
But schoolwork and the album just had to get done
Now they’re done but my mother no longer lives
And I wonder if they really had to get done
 
When I get rid of my addiction
When I get out of school
When nothing I don’t have no longer tempts me
When I get out of my sins
Get out of boring days
When people are proud of me
When, when, when
When I get rid of my addiction
When I get out of school
When nothing I don’t have no longer tempts me
When I get out of my sins
Get out of boring days
When people are proud of me
When, when, when
 

Venera i Bahus

Zatvori moje oči, povuci moje srčane konce
Sipaj moje suze iz tvoje ruke
Veze nikada nisu lake, rekla si
Prazne reči, prazna duša
Ja verujem da se bojimo jedno drugom
Ja verujem da si umrla u meni
 
Potonujem se od sebe, opet mi nedostaješ
Potonujem se od sebe, opet mi nedostaješ, opet
Šta imamo ovde
šta imamo ovde
Krvavo, slomljeno i skriveno odavde
Tražim konopca od čime ćemo se vešati
Ili bar tako izgleda
Ili bar tako izgleda
 
Ples tela nad telom nam je učinilo slepom
Gledam te u oči, gledam u stenu
 
Bolje je biti pregažen nego biti sasvim sam
Bolje je biti pregažen nego biti sasvim sam
Sam
 
Sad se zagrcnem od jućerašnje
Kad sam ja bio nekoga i pitam se gde je zauvek išlo
I kako se sve pustilo
Otvorio sam oči
I daleko iza nas je nebesa umrlo.
 

Carobnica

Cini, bacila si cini
Zarobila moje telo u potpunosti
Bacila si cini, pogledaj me sad
Napustio sam tvoju luku, ljubavi, ljubavi
 
Ali ti, ti ne gubis vreme
Kad tvoja kosa igra na vetru
Moje srce se ubrza, cujes li ga ?
Zacarala si me
Ne znam, reci mi kako
Tvoje oci me vode do ludila
I osecam svasta
Zacarala si me
 
Zabavljas se sa mnom
Uopste ne prestajes
Imas zlato na vrhovima prstiju
Carobnica
Ako me zelis
ovde ili tamo
pratim tvoje korake,
carobnice
 
Ne gledaj me,
Abrakadabra
Ne gledaj me
Abrakadabra
 
Ukrala si moje noci
Predao sam ti zivot za ceo zivot
Ukrala si kisu
i podmetnula je u moj krevet, ljubavi, ljubavi
 
Ali ti, ti ne gubis vreme
Kad tvoja kosa igra na vetru
Moje srce se ubrza, cujes li ga ?
Zacarala si me
Ne znam, reci mi kako
Tvoje oci me vode do ludila
I osecam svasta
Zacarala si me
 
Zabavljas se sa mnom
Uopste ne prestajes
Imas zlato na vrhovima prstiju
Carobnica
Ako me zelis
ovde ili tamo
pratim tvoje korake,
carobnice
 
Ne gledaj me,
Abrakadabra
Ne gledaj me
Abrakadabra
 
Sve sam zaboravio
kad me je dodirnula
Naterala me je da se okrenem, okrenem, da padnem pred njene noge
Vise se necu igrati
Video sam je kako vara
Naterala me je da se okrenem, okrenem, da padnem pred njene noge
 
Zabavljas se sa mnom
Uopste ne prestajes
Imas zlato na vrhovima prstiju
Carobnica
Ako me zelis
ovde ili tamo
pratim tvoje korake,
carobnice
 
Ne gledaj me,
Abrakadabra
Ne gledaj me
Abrakadabra
 
Ne gledaj me,
Abrakadabra
Ne gledaj me
Abrakadabra
 

Song of a Vietnamese Friend

When Nguyen arrived at the Russian city,
With love he looked at everything around him,
I could hardly find words to say,
Remembering to start with the word 'friend'.
 
Chorus.
Fly, sing, under the skies of our countries,
To Moscow in the north and to Hanoi in the south.
You say in Vietnamese: 'bạn',
In Russian, I'll reply: 'friend'.
 
Everyone loved Nguyen like a brother,
I liked him for his rigour.
With the tenacity of a worker and a soldier,
He studied Russian with his friends.
 
Chorus.
 
He shared his dreams and bread with us,
He learned his friends' language perfectly,
And only at the station at departure time
Did he forget all words out of excitement.
 
Chorus.