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When you Left

When you left, I waited for so long
And I said (to myself) that you’re going to come back again
When you left, I waited for so long
And I said (to myself) that you’re going to come back again
(But) Life has been wasted and time passed by
 
Oh, my heart, go and ask her
“Who is suffering from this love?”
No one but you came to try the bitter taste (x2)
 
This is what love is about, with all its wounds
And lovers who never felt happy with their love
There are people their tears dried out
(Crying) for others who have betrayed them and left (x2)
 
Do you remember those nights of love?
And those days we have lived together
Do you remember those nights of love?
And those days we have lived together?
You left, and nothing remained for me
 
I’m looking for your place
I might glimpse you once
Maybe one day, my eyes will (know) how to rest (x2)
 
Who is the one that you found in this world instead of me?
And you felt comfortable in his arms and fell asleep
Because of my fear of (seeing) you leaving
You left me and stepped on my heart (x2)
 

Your Friend

I'm just going to sit around here
Where I was
I'm going to calm this eagerness to have you
I'm loving you way too much
And that's not wise
I'm going to sit around here
When I can no longer see you
 
Well, yes, I have wanted to kiss you
Very early
And yes, I have wanted to walk with you holding hands
I'm not rushing in, I'm feeling
That this love is healthy
Being around you is great
But now I know it's bad
 
Your love, this love
That cannot be
Has left my heart marked
And wounded
It hurts to love you, it tastes like punishment
And even if I don't want you, I'm gonna be
Your friend
 
Well, yes, I have wanted to kiss you
Very early
And yes, I have wanted to walk with you holding hands
I'm not rushing in, I'm feeling
That this love is healthy
Being around you is great
But now I know it's bad
 
Your love, this love
That cannot be
Has left my heart marked
And wounded
It hurts to love you, it tastes like punishment
And even if I don't want you, I'm gonna be
Your friend
 
It hurts to love you, it tastes like punishment
And even if I don't want you, I'm gonna be
Your friend
 

A song for Salatut elämät

Versions: #2
Oh yeahhh....
 
This is a song for Salatut elämät
It's more than just a show
It's full of love
Ah...
 
I started to watch you the year '99
I wouldn't believe that I'd like you this much
I've needed no life for years
I just watch Salkkarit in my couch on my back
I put them on at half past seven
Seppo, I wish you were my real father
I get chills already from the intro
I guess that's what only happens to true fans
Kari, you were my idol
I went to jail 'cause you were also there
I want to taste Lasse's elk roast
I want kids similar to Severi
The plot twists are always so idea rich
I wonder when will somebody die falling off ladders?
And I'll probably never get used to that
I can see you no more on weekends
 
Hey, Ulla baby, you're so lovely
I couldn't imagine anyone else replacing you
Idea rich, perfect package
Salatut elämät, flawless diamond
 
Heikkinen walks and the street's getting nearer me
When I start to walk with my eyes closed at night
If you tell me that Salkkarit is not real
I hit your head to the street in Stadi
I admit that I'm experiencing neurosis towards it
These characters are like gods to me
I do anything to resemble Ismo
I found a kiosk and beat children
Oh, Seppo 'Divinity' Taalasmaa
Boils moonshine and smashes Ulla
I download Salatut elämät in advance
Not a soap opera, it's a life style
Indeed I have also seen nightmares from this
I fell into psychosis because of Severi's grandma
My mood's euphoric at half past seven
The whole show is so fucking sympathetic
 
Hey, Sex-Seppo, you're so lovely
I couldn't imagine anyone else replacing you
Idea rich, perfect package
Salatut elämät, flawless diamond
 
Pihlajakatu, that's where I want to move
Everything's so different and new there
 
I can keep my shoes on even inside
And a death of an intimate doesn't bother me after a day
And it won't still miss action
There has been many surprises among the residents of the street
Burying alive, capturing airplanes
Kidnapping, prostitution and rape
And the residents of the same house
Have all made love together
Salla and Jarkko, Ismo with Salla
I wonder when Ismo plus Ulla is gonna happen?
Hair and make up is always perfect
Whether you were in sauna or an explosion
And there's one thing that connects everyone
The whole Helsinki uses the same ringtone
 
They were about to get hungry in Siberia but
Luckily Helena fried a wolf that
Peppi had impaled with a blunt stick
And I will always remember
How Seppo Taalasmaa
360 Noscoped Heiskanen
 
Mm, Seppo, you're the man
Ulla, my baby girl
Uh, I love you
I wish we could be together forever
Yeah, I just wanna grab your ass
Give you some nice kisses, hugs, hmm
 
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meet me

I'm coming on time, meet me
don't be afraid, I'm a jockey 1
I'm coming to hold you in my arms
I'd crush mountains for you
 
I don't know your secret
you made me forget who I am
I miss our eyes talking
don't leave me, be like my shadow
 
I'm yearning to embrace you
your spirit runs through my blood
I vow to make you live in heaven, my love
your home is in my heart
your water is the fountain of my tears
your home is under my wing, sleep my heart and never wake up
 
I'm coming with roses in my hand
they want the hold of your hand
once I saw you, my sighs were like screams
like my soul is leaving me
 
my dear, be gentle, you've drained my veins off blood
I'm crying in happiness, hold me close to you
I'd die for you, your absence makes my weary heavier
 
I'm yearning to embrace you
your spirit runs through my blood
I vow to make you live in heaven, my love
your home is in my heart
your water is the fountain of my tears
your home is under my wing, sleep my heart and never wake up
 

• 1. means he's a noble an

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لك الحرية في استخدام ترجماتي كيفما شئت مكان طالما وضعت الرابط لها

It was a beautiful day

Long time
We used to ring the bells
We used to hear it in Arendelle
I remember the day we were in it
It was a beautiful day, it was a beautiful day
 

Do you remember

You run from gate to gate
still asking about me
but all the people say that faith
was too cruel with you...
 
Do you remember
how we planned things on and on?
But days were short
and life was only one
 
Your power gets loose
and you fell in the middle of the street
but no one cares
nobody takes you out of the pain!...
 
Do you remember
how we planned things on and on?
But days were short
and life was only one
 
Do you remember
how we planned things on and on?
But days were short
and life was only one
 
Do you remember
how we planned things on and on?
But days were short
and life was only one
 
Just a few words
I'd like to say to you:
Do you remember?...
 

Me and my friend Neal

Me and my friend Neal
We always drank a lot
We went around by car
Only in large streets
 
Me and my friend Neal
We played a little dumb
We sold desires
To the city's losers
 
And we held a gun upon our heart
And we held a gun upon our heart
 
And when I saw him
In that ticket office
Parrot that three stupids
Who were seen on tv
 
Smashed in the screen
They always have a fight
They turn and stumble
And always one of them was hit
 
And I remember thise days spent at the cinema
When we waited to die with his father
And we go to make love and we go
And we go to sleep and we go
And we go to make love and we go
And we go to sleep and we go
 
Me and my friend Neal...
 
With his eyes shining
Now he is more calm
Because all of his bullshit
Were already patented
 
He told me to relax
While the others always run
Even if they know
That they'll arrive anyway
 
Even if they don't know
How they 'll arrive
 
We got notion of time
We got notion of time
And we go to make love and we go
And we go to sleep and we go
And we go to make love and we go
And we go to sleep and we go
 
Me, just like you
We 'll reach for Heaven
Walking on a smile
Me just like you
A little bit cannibals distracted by a desire of salad
Maybe we'll go to think
 
And we go to make love and we go
And we go to sleep and we go
And we go to make music and we go
And we go to think and we go
And we go to make love and we go
And we go to sleep and we go
And we go to make music and we go
And we go to think and we go
Me and my friend Neal
 

Sarajevo

At the foot of the mountain
Sarajevo nests, of stories a whole fountain
In it rests. Folk of yester times
Left their lasting marks
some a mark, some a devil’s furrow
But looking back, who can know
Who did well, who did not
And which wars were fought
Who a bitter tear shed
As flute and horn their tune led.
 
At the foot of the mountain,
Sarajevo nests, of stories a fountain
Of old songs a treasure pot
Of love that poems know not
Forever silent its children will remain
With sadness their lives underlain
They will be taught venom and hate
Dreaming about a distant, happy fate
At home, they will fear their shadow
But looking back, who can know.
 

Webcams of our loves

I think the computer is crying
I think he broke his heart
In the memories of hard drives
What's left of the adventures?
 
She had the eyes of the pixels
In her vulgarity, I thought pretty
The seconds spent watching her
Under her parasol, undressing
 
Here we are, I've put my blue three-piece
I've got my debit card ready
I have a date with the girls
With the eyes of the shining computer
I like when they undress
Their breasts hanging to my rags
We should never say farewell
We should not fall in love
 
But me, I fell in love1
So, every night I see her
Eva, Maria, or whomever
On the velvet sofa
 
She is showing me everything, just for me
She's slowly removing her stockings
And me, I swear to you, I believe her
When she's whispering very low to me
On the webcams of our loves
The both of us, we said for ever
Me, I had put my blue three-piece
When I fell in love
Of an undressed for the networks
Of a writing looking for its words
To give people a hard-on
There are philanthropic bar codes
 
Breasts hanged to the passing days
She's selling her ass on the crossroads
She snatched my debit card
Pixels deep in her eyes
Me, I lost the connexion
So, I'm here like an asshole
Lights in the back lights
My love left for ever
 
I would like to take her to the sun
I would like to take her away from the crowds
The castaways of the virtuals
Lost in the battering of the swells
I'd like to tell her that she's really pretty
And it doesn't matter if my eyes are flowing
In my heart she put some sky
Some splendid on the crossroads
 
The others, they say I'm crazy
I sing her name in the bars
The others, you know, I don't care
I have hope to see her again
One day, on the corner, my Estonian
Of a street, she will say hello to me
Like a ship at the bottom of the plains
She'll make me see love again
 
I like when you undress
Under the shining eyes of the computer
 
On the webcams of our loves
 
On the webcams of our loves
When will be the smell? When will be the pout?
Of my eyes drowned into yours?
When will be the touch of perfume?
Concerts on your phone
And the stupid things you're humming
Cultures to the fire, matters to the fire
They defeated our ephemerals
On the webcams of our loves
Don't get me wrong, I like
Throwing my flame to the great void
The all free that we sell to nothingness
On the webcams of our loves
Pixelating crying for help
Frequencies looking for daylight
On the webcams of our loves
Come on, come back to drown my sorrows
My lonelinesses in the gloomy plains
Come on, come back to do the loves
Come back, you, my shipwreck
Come back, your pretty face
Come back to take the trips
Of those oceans without shores
 
And if our venoms are lonely
The virtuals tasting like the sky
Among all the whores of the net
The missing girls in the tempests
Me, I'm searching like a cast away
But to how to find her?
This body lost in the tempests
My love forever is gone
On the webcams of our loves
My love, O my love
Gone devouring in the matrix
My love was rated X
Gone devouring in the matrix
My love was rated X
 

• 1. Here he is actually using the English syntax of 'falling in love', when in French we would say 'tomber amoureux' which would roughly translate to 'fall loving'

The entire world, mi familia

[Miguel]
Drrrraaaaaaoooo-aaoo-aao-aahh!
Señoras y señores
Buenas tardes, buenas noches
Hello, and good evening
My ladies, my gentlemen
 
I'm so happy that I could be
Here with you, que alegria
'Cause music's my language
And the entire world, mi familia
'Cause music's my language
And the entire world, mi familia
 
[Miguel & De La Cruz]
'Cause music's my language
And the entire world es mi familia
 
[Miguel]
'Cause music's my language...
 
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Half of My Heart

My lover, oh my lover, my lover
I will sit by your side and put a fence around you
And involuntarily be infatuated with your eyes
You sit by the side of the moon and start your coquetry
And leave this crazy one1 in awe
 
Half of my heart, oh half of my heart
How special do I feel tonight
My soul and my life, my peace in the world
I'm protecting you tonight
Half of my heart, oh half of my heart
How special do I feel tonight
My soul and my life, the chaos of my times
What an [amazing] lover do I have tonight
 
My lover, oh my lover, my lover
My lover, my lover, oh my lover, my lover
My heart, oh my heart, my heart, my lover, my lover, oh my lover, my lover
My lover, oh my lover, my lover
My lover, my lover, oh my lover, my lover
My heart, oh my heart, my heart, my lover, my lover, oh my lover, my lover
 
Your love shakes all the warps and wefts of my crazy heart
You spoil2me, and it is worth it
I cannot go on living if I stop loving you
Because I owe both my heart (soul) and my body to you
 
For my heart has fallen in love
My heart is distressed
For my heart has fallen in love
My heart has become intoxicated and insane
 
Half of my heart, oh half of my heart
How special do I feel tonight
My soul and my life, my peace in the world
I'm protecting you tonight
Half of my heart, oh half of my heart
How special do I feel tonight
My soul and my life, the chaos of my times
What an [amazing] lover do I have tonight
 
My lover, oh my lover, my lover
My lover, my lover, oh my lover, my lover
My heart, oh my heart, my heart, my lover, my lover, oh my lover, my lover
My lover, oh my lover, my lover
My lover, my lover, oh my lover, my lover
My heart, oh my heart, my heart, my lover, my lover, oh my lover, my lover
 

• 1. me
• 2. خراب کردن means to damage, spoil, seduce, etc. The literal translation would be: you destroy me, but it is worth it to be destroyed by you

The family

The Sundays with the family
a box of surprises
the humor on the table
hand made pasta and TV
The Sundays with the family
caresses jokes and emotions
as desserts discussions
gossips truco and coffee.
 
The family is a typical clan
they share the laughter the anger and the bread
The family is the most faithful copy
it looks like yours, mine and his
The family is a little country
if it's together it can be happy
The family invites you to come
in the good times and the bad times
it will always make you a place.
 
The Sundays with the family
with brothers father and mother in law
with some black sheep
it couldn't miss.
The Sundays with the family
to remove your sorrows
with smell of good stuff
from the mother hands
 

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Breathless

Defining the possible to defy the impossible
And exploding my heart.
I no longer give a fuck
Repelling limits and reading your hand
Surfing on the oceans,
Never touching bottom
Always these highways
Our hearts in the cemetery
Ideals to the fire, ideals to the fire
 
No doubt you will be my death,
I hope you will still be...
Breathless
Because every night at her aurora
Because Lisa still sings
Breathless
 
You know well that we are alive
As long as we are ignorant
Breathless
And the last of the judgements,
It can come, we will wait
Breathless
 
There is no use in thinking,
Immortal is the wound
From avoiding the combat
But you are familiar with it
Reaching summits
That we may bite the dust
And believing in ideas, it's no longer for me
 
You know well that we are alive
As long as we are ignorant
Breathless
And the last of the judgements,
It can come, we will wait
Breathless
 

Children of Paradise

They were smiles, they were sobs
They were those laughs that make the songs of birds
They were mornings when we go to the seashore
They were the heart of sadness, they were the heart of light
They were poems, they were birds
They were the «I love you»'s that we say on the bank of the creek
They were from the café, they were from the pub
they were foreigners, they were without flags
 
They were from Paris, they were from the provinces
They were the hearts of rain who make hearts that squeal
They were full of life, they had the eye of Spring
They were the hearts that laugh when heaven is crying
They were promises, they were becoming
They were much too young, yes, to have to depart
They were the sons of the East or sons of the West
Children of paradise, children of the Bataclan
 
They were French hearts, or international hearts
They were the dew that cries from under the shawl
They were promises, they were buds
Who make sadness grow, they were songs
They were families, they were friends,
They were what shines in the night sky
They were lovers, those who were huddled together
One against the other, against tyranny
 
They were like me, they were like you
They were not warriors, but they died in combat
They were hearts of love, they were hearts that fight
And who will always fight even beneath the cross
They were these friends who I did not know
They were my country and yours too I believe
They will stay Paris, Paris will always remember
These friends, the light will shine
 
They were called 'I love you', they were called youth
They were called poem, they were called tenderness
They were called sister, they were called brother
They were called little girl, they were called little boy
They were called joy and nonviolence
They were called, I believe, the children of France
Of all horizons and of all names
They were called love and horizon
 
They called Jacques Brel and I think Barbara
They were called heaven, they were called 'why'
Forever sleeps here the horror of the hollows
He who joins the eternal, goes innocent, I believe
They were lifted fists, tjey were our concerts
They were tightened hearts, yes, in the face of the torturers
They were the hearts of carnations, flowers in the face of shootings
In our grieving hearts, we cry for our friends
 
To the innocent who is killed, yes, fallen under the bullets
To the unknown soldier under the horror of gunfire
If these are the dead letters, the hymns of sorrow
Because knocking at the door are the plains of Verdun
If fallen tonight, on this black Friday,
The brothers of my country, leaving us desperate
My country, your culture is dead, assassinated
But you know my culture will never die
 
You my country of Molière, you my country of Vinci
You my country of Voltaire, you my country of Valmy
You my country the Earth, you my country Paris
You my country on the ground, stand up my country
You my country of light, you my country of life
My literary country, my country of sad life
You my country, my brothers, you brother of my country
As we cherish our mothers, we cherish our fatherland.
 

My European

She is Gallic with little white wine
She is against governments
She is not the daughter of religions
She is not a moneywhore
She is wind from the North or the West
She is wind from the South or the East
She is homeless in the street
She is always a waste of time
She is a gypsy she is profane
She is when the Gallic woman glides
She is always the smoker of joints
She sleeps in the train stations
She is in solidarity with the combat
She is Warsaw, Messina
She is not a banker for a penny
She is not boots at attention
She is homeless without borders
She is against totalitarianism
She is 'Fuck you with your money'
Come on, go get a brunette
She is my face of Picasso
She is all my friends with a paintbrush
Kusturica Sarajevo
The Gestapo is not far away
 
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
She doesn't really have borders
Her body is the entire planet
No offense to the bourgeoisie
You know, this is my European, to me
 
She is keupon rat on the shoulder
She is the prison tattoo
She is the sobbing accordion
She is 'give me a tango'
She is the destiny of origins
She has greco-latin roots
She is against the bank union
She is my revolutionaries
 
She is friends with Mimi Pinson
She is Romania without money
She is guillotine for the kings
She is rather like you and me
She is not from the media I think
She is not a bourgeois politician
She is a peasant in combat
She is a partisan when she drinks
 
She is a licensed worker
No, she's not the daughter of progress
She is a bandoneon in the métro
She is rather Manu Crado
She is northern, north-african
She is a little baltic too
She looks like a greek statue
She looks like Italy
It seems from Paris to Venice
It seems from Namur to the Marquesa Islands
It's Gauguin who paints the Earth
Like a paintbrush tells you my brother
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
 
She is not Merkel or Hollande
It's not false propaganda
Hate speech in the pub
She is romanian in the métro
 
She does not have a round end of the month
No offense to the bourgeoisie
She is not Mercedes I believe
She is rather Greek in combat
 
She is Swedish threesomes
She is my tab when I drink
She is greco-latin, Germanic
She is British when she hangs out
She loves bars, she loves beer
She loves the smell of the people
She is part wolf part dog
She is from where we are from, wherever we come from
 
She is Barcelona at heart
She is Venice, she is Verona
It's not the market of London
It's the hell of the Babylons
She is Cherbourg Saint-Petersburg
She is all the prostitutes of Hamburg
She is Russia, American
You know me, my republic hate
 
She is polka in the métros
She is gypsy she is Djangi
She is not the Calais ghetto
She is not the kingdom of the ticket
She is flamenco under Franco
She is the smile of the proletarian
She is the little morning in the pub
She is the face of Greta Garbo
She is the sobbing accordion
She is 'Give me a tango'
She has Ukrainian beauty
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
She is not what happens on the radios
She is not what we read on social media
 
She is German, she is English
She is Flemish, she is French
She is Bulgarian, she is Slovak
Fist lifted against the truncheon
My Spaniard, my Italian
In farandole my European
She is Lithuanian, she is Hungarian
She is Walloon, she is from Liège
She is baltic, she is bohemian
My Bolshevik, my Norwegian
She is Athenian, she is Danish
She fucks me my Swedish woman
She is latin, anglo-saxon
And often it's true she is stupid
She is a continent with an old history
She is often at trading posts
 
She is Welsh, she is Gallic
She especially knows how to leave me the tab
She is the Polish revolter
She has blood from Northern Ireland
She is a greco-roman statue
You would see her, my European
My Venus for me when I hang out
More than everything, my European
 
Whether she is Chinese or Japanese
She can even be American
From Saigon to Tian'anmen
You know, for me, my European
She can come from all the lands
As long as she sings to me about missionaries
Yeah, it's sure, she has no borders
 
She has the body of the entire Earth
 

Weekly Anthoropology

The authors had no ambition,
Their plots were only mediocre,
What is worse, they couldn’t win fame at all,
Their excuses were same, “It’s because I have no talent,”
 
They patched up coward expressions
by saying “I want to be loved.” in smile,
and drawing carelessly.
“If that’s the way,you can express none of what you want to,”
I know such a thing already,
 
The agitator can’t exist,
that flatters the selfishness of 70 billion loves and hates.
The plane can’t exist,
which is for watching the caprice of 70 billion people's compassion,
 
While We’re beat, the last episode has come,
Our treasure is over,
 
In fact, We had a story to express.
However, taking a look at the real,
all our works were rejected.
 
I dropped a tear-colored pen on the important page,
and got fed up with everything,
I crumpled “myself”, that is no longer in use
and threw it away into the drain,
 
The day will never come,
when 70 billion problems are solved completely.
The machine will never move at all,
that carries 70 billion discards named dreams,
 
We know my serial stories will be discontinued soon,
But we keep on drawing this work
and ourselves that is different from what we’d thought,
 
The tape will deteriorate soon,
that mends 70 billion injured hearts.
The musician will be shocked and scoffed at by the real,
that sings 70 billion people similarly.
 
While I’m beat, the last episode has come,
our youth is, our daily life is,
our treasure is over,
 
Yes, it’s over.
 

If You're with Me

I want to believe you, just to be nearby,
our love will be in your lipstick.
I’m studying wet, wet asphalt with my eyes,
I can’t live without you, but you know it.
 
If you’re with me in this world, then without doubt
every second of life is meaningful.
If you’re with me in this world, then without doubt
every second of life is meaningful.
 
it seems as if I lose the beacons of cities,
it’s just the love in the muddy fog.
I want to push the whole world by hands
so that now we wouldn’t be silent.
 
If you’re with me in this world, then without doubt
every second of life is meaningful.
If you’re with me in this world, then without doubt
every second of life is meaningful.
 
If you’re with me in this world, then without doubt
every second of life is meaningful.
If you’re with me in this world, then without doubt
every second of life is meaningful.
 
If you’re with me in this world, then without doubt
every second of life is meaningful.
If you’re with me in this world, then without doubt
every second of life is meaningful.
 
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Portugal in my heart

Portugal was the reason
Why one day my brother died
But it's also a heart
To beat in this song
I don't know of whom I was born
I didn't find out who my father and mother are
I just know I was born here and it was here
Where I was a human being
 
Portugal was the reason
Why one day my brother died
But it's also a heart
To beat in this song
 
I say everything about myself
Am I a child or a daisy?
I hardly have what I give:
A place nobody wants
 
At this country where I am
I'll do everything I want
This homeland to which I gave myself
Isn't male or female
 
Portugal wants to give a hand to everybody
And to be friends, to have bread
Portugal will have the aim
To end with longings
 
Portugal is already old enough
For its people to understand freedom
Portugal is the nation
Where my brothers live
 
Portugal, oh my love
The heart in my song
Beat, beat heart
To have a better life
 
Portugal, oh my love
The heart in my song
Beat, beat heart
To have a better life
 
Portugal, oh my love
The heart in my song
Beat, beat heart
To have a better life
 

Covered truck

Truck in the night
Covered truck
Like a released balloon
Illusions, hopes
And blood stained
Straps tied-down
No more desire
In this loathed world
Nothing to say
Drive in the darkness
Hit by dreams
On the waysides
Of desperation
 
Truck in the darkness
Drives away this evening
And will not come back
In the back seat
Of black leatherette
A child breathes
 
A fair-eyed girl
With frail limbs
Sleeps in a cloth
Like an angel feather
In a flannel blanket
Fallen from heavens
 
And in the rhythm of axles
The awful din
Of the iron truck
*
Truck in the night
What do you know about him
About what he leaves once again
Sad settings
The rest has been crushed
When the world is sick
What is left to him
Is the shape that sleeps
In a blanket
On the rugged seat
She's the only figure
The only landscape
Standing like a mirage
The face of the angel
That sleeps in her flannel blanket
Fallen from heavens
 
And in the rhythm of axles
The awful din
Of the iron truck
Truck...
 
All that is left to him
When the world is sick
Is the shape that sleeps
 
Truck in the night
Armored truck
For so many years
So many low blows
Without lights and masts
Lanterns torn
Truck rolls away
From a loathed world
History will tell
What should be remembered
On an acacia tree trunk
Tires howling
Windows bursting
 
Crushed truck
And in his notebook
Three more lines
Three crossed-off words
The three words of a drowned man
Whose body is recovered
During a moonless night
One hand through
The brown curls
On the angel's forehead
In her flannel blanket
Fallen from heavens
 
And in the rhythm of axles
The awful din
Of the iron truck
 
Truck in the night
Smashed truck
Iridescent windows
Strewing the ground
In a sunken lane
Crushing the hand
From which the soul escapes
Still breathing
As if bewitched
Stroking the body
And the grey nape
Of the crushed adult neck
Where the bones are smashed
In the covered truck
Front burst open
Through which the wind edges
And dries up
The child's forehead
Moistened with tears
 
In the covered truck
Front burst open
Through which wind edges
And dries up
The child's forehead
Moistened with tears
 
Sanctified truck
Picked up off the ground
Straight towards the sky
The rest erased
The tree opened
In the middle
Passenger compartment open
On the green carpet
Of painless moss
The fair-haired angel
Looks at her father
Who keeps driving
 
Truck in the night
Truck
Truck
Truck
Truck
Truck
 

Pepeljuga

Биппити-боппити-боо
Чини се да се под постаје хладнији од када сам га положио
И држао сам руке са колима због кога је касно закаснио
Направио сам футролу, ставио, али она је на телефону
(Погледај га у фронту, погледај, погледај га у фронту)
Зато што је три сата и није исто
И знак је јасан када телефон не звони
Зашто, ох, зашто
Рекла је да је сан жеља коју срце чини
А он је тужна стварност
Пепељуга никада није тражила принца, (не)
Само хаљина, има ли неких оваквих? (не)
Ако се ципела не уклапа онда ћу шетати боса на месец
Ако падеш онда када сат стигне на место
Биппити-боппити-боо
Инстаграм то једноставно неће учинити
Тада сам успела посаду
У дванаестој сам само у мојим ошишаним мршавим фармеркама
Али и даље сам ти проклета принцеза
Ах-ах-ах-ах-ах
Биппити-боппити-боо
Ах-ах-ах-ах-ах
Биппити-боппити-боо
 
Прекинуо сам зној од трбушне трепавице
Али ви не слушате, ох, желите пољубити
Не тражим твоје црвено вино
Али ниси могао да ме задржиш
Мислим да је ово требало да буде као датум или тако нешто?
 
 Пепељуга никада није тражила принца, (не)
Само хаљина, има ли неких оваквих? (не)
Ако се ципела не уклапа онда ћу шетати боса на месец
Ако падеш онда када сат стигне на место
Биппити-боппити-боо
Пепељуга никада није тражила принца, (не)
Само хаљина, има ли неких оваквих? (не)
Нама двадесет првог вијека требају и витештво
Ако падеш онда када сат стигне на место
Биппити-боппити-боо
 
Једном давно био је дечак са божанском лицом
Али није могао да схвати како бити господа
И тако се госпођа опростила, заслужила је боље за стварно
И сада плаче сама
Зато што га је заспала овом песмом, ох
 
Пепељуга никада није тражила принца, (не)
Само хаљина, има ли неких оваквих? (не)
Ако се ципела не уклапа онда ћу шетати боса на месец
Ако падеш онда када сат стигне на место
Ако падеш онда када сат стигне на место
 
Ммм, још сам ти проклета принцеза
Биппити-боппити-боо
 

Ona voli kontrolu

Хладно, јер је била овде раније
Више не плаче, не гледа уназад
Не, она не иде у бар
Превише љубавника је оштетила, а они je желе назад.
 
Воли контролу, жели joj свој пут
И нема шансе да ће икада остати ако не одустанеш
Воли контролу, жели јој свој пут
А све што је потребно је само један укус, желиш га одустати
 
Болд, знате да живи за узбуђење
Знаш да жели да убије тако да се неће вратити
Не, не, не, не, не, не, не
Немој, не покушаваш да умањиш олују
Немојте рећи да нисте упозорени
Зато што јој се то неће допасти
 
Зато што воли контролу, она жели свој пут
И нема шансе да ће икада остати ако не одустанеш
Воли контролу, жели јој свој пут
И све то захтева само један укус, желиш га одустати
 
Она воли контролу (контролу, хеј)
Она воли контролу (контролу, хеј)
 
Кажете шта желите
Али начин на који те убија чини да се осећаш жива
И знате да се осећа исправно
 
Воли контролу, жели јој свој пут
И нема шансе да ће икада остати ако не одустанеш
Воли контролу, жели јој свој пут
И све то захтева само један укус, желиш га одустати
 
Она воли контролу (контролу, хеј)
Воли, воли
Воли, воли
Она воли контролу (контролу, хеј)
 

Наопачке

Желим да те волим унутра
Хоћу да те волим унутра
Душо, дај ми то, без сумње
Зато што желим да те волим унутра
Желим да те волим унутра
Покажи ми шта ти је унутра
Не желим да знам реч из уста
Зато што желим да те волим унутра
Желим да те волим унутра
Желим да те волим унутра
 
Гледај на ведрију страну
На десној страни си
Ти си најбољи од најбољих, да
Говорим све време
Говорим широм свијета, широм свијета
Не губите време неке друге девојке
Јер кад си са мојом љубављу
Никада неће бити довољно, никад неће бити довољно
 
Зато што желим да те волим унутра
Хоћу да те волим унутра
Душо, дај ми то, без сумње
Зато што желим да те волим унутра
Желим да те волим унутра
Покажи ми шта ти је унутра
Не желим да знам реч из уста
Зато што желим да те волим унутра
 
Израстао је на југу Мајамија
Тада сам био кад си ме нашао
Мислио сам да можеш да наставиш без мене
Сада те не могу видети без мене
Небо, небо, ох мој, о мој, мој мој
Јер кад си са мојом љубављу
Никада неће бити довољно, никад неће бити довољно
 
Зато што желим да те волим унутра
Хоћу да те волим унутра
Душо, дај ми то, без сумње
Зато што желим да те волим унутра
Желим да те волим унутра
Покажи ми шта ти је унутра
Не желим да знам реч из уста
Зато што желим да те волим унутра
 
Латинос!
Де Миами и Мексико
Еста цоса се прендио беба
Пусти ме
Ако ме волиш
Прекини!
 
Наопачке
Хоћу да те волим унутра
Душо, дај ми то, без говора
Зато што желим да те волим унутра
 

Dari Be Chi Fekr Mikoni

What are you thinking about?
I'm thinking about why the time doesn't get/reach 7:00
In order to meet you, so I have set my heart on seeing you from now.
And now I’m thinking that what to wear tonight.
I'm thinking about you every time even when I’m taking a shower!
What are you thinking about? Would you answer me or not?
Tell me 'do you imagine my picture wherever you go?'
What are you thinking about? Would you answer me or not?
Tell me 'do you imagine my picture wherever you go?'
I'm thinking about that my life is vacant without you.
I measure my direction as though I run into you in your path.
I'm all the time thinking about your face which looks like a drawing.
I'll mope to death without you. How can I carry on without you?
What are you thinking about? Would you answer me or not?
Tell me 'do you imagine my picture wherever you go?'
What are you thinking about? Would you answer me or not?
Tell me 'do you imagine my picture wherever you go?'
I can't understand it that how your eyes can be such cruel and unkind although they are so lovely and pretty
I treated like a child I shouldn't have let you know that I loved more than usual.
You are kind to anyone but toward me you behave like a wooden doll!
You even misbehave me in order to show off your friends.
What are you thinking about? Would you answer me or not?
Tell me 'do you imagine my picture wherever you go?'
What are you thinking about? Would you answer me or not?
Tell me 'do you imagine my picture wherever you go?'
 

Verge

In the ending road of life people cease to exist
In that whiteness the remaining depravity is clouding the dreams that drift in the abyss
 
In the exhausted beauty
As if getting close to the flowery dream
 
Rotted shapes of humans creeping in the plains
The eternal billowing red flutters about the ground
If only one fluttering drop of night
were to head to the pale shining unknown place
 
A voice from the past came wandering in
I sent it on its way
I don't need to listen to the voices anymore
they've nothing left to say
 
The morning that comes to a halt keeps crumbling to foamy fragments
My body draws back from the cursed sky
The waning moon and Stellar wind
 
Flowers with disheveled colors are blooming in the fields
Short lived and sad looking they cry
In this era that became corrupted I'm forced to vomit
as I go to that shining deep unknown place
 

I Lost My Friend

I lost my friend, so small
I lost my friend
In a forest of shrub oaks, so small
In a forest of shrub oaks
So small, so small, so small…
 
[Chorus:]
Oh, what will I do
I’m nothing but a scatterbrain
I always lose what’s mine
I’m just a nitwit.
 
I lost my shoe, so flimsy
I lost my shoe
At the top of an apple tree, so flimsy
At the top of an apple tree
So flimsy, so flimsy, so flimsy
 
[Chorus]
 
I lost my suckling pig, so small
I lost my suckling pig
In the stomach of a dragon, so small
In the stomach of a dragon
So small, so small, so small
 
[Chorus]
 
I lost my bird, so easily1
Up there in the sky, so easily
Up there in the sky
So easily, so easily, so easily
 
[Chorus]
 
I lost my mammoth, gobble-gut
I lost my mammoth
On a soccer field, gobble-gut
On a soccer field
Gobble-gut, gobble-gut, gobble-gut
 
[Chorus]
 
I lost my cardboard box, all brown
I lost my cardboard box
At the bottom of my bag, all brown
At the bottom of my bag
All brown, all brown, all brown
 
[Chorus]
 

• 1. Literally, this means “all blond,” or perhaps “all golden.”

The first love is you

Versions: #2
I want to lull you like a beloved baby
and to give you lots of passionate kisses
to clasp you in my heart in love
and to live with you.
always with you.
 
The first love is you
that won`t be ever forgotten.
Tell me that you love me a lot
because my love is you
 
I sing my love for you
only for you.
You don`t hear all my cries
cries of love. x2
 
AH

Kid Dreams

'What do you want to be when you're older?'
Asked the teacher
I would like to sing for people
To make their hearts less sad
I would like to find myself in 30 years
On a stage in front of my audience
To share love and then all our trouble
 
I was far from being the brightest
I wasn't often 10/10
My math teacher, Mr. Mean
Pretends that I am a joker
That with life, with time
I will surely end up on welfare
I close my eyes and imagine myself with you on stage
 
I made promises that the heart remembers
When I aim for the summit, I look further
I want to follow my star, what my nights reveal to me
To give life to my kid dreams
 
My guidance counselor
Wants to orient me in the building
And when I talk to her about my songs,
She tells me to kindly stop
'There aren't any opportunities anyway'
She says with a discouraging tone
'You'd better keep both feet on the ground'
 
And then when I get in the house
I hear my parents arguing
'What are we going to do about this boy?'
'Leave him alone, he's a child'
No one to pay attention
What I really aspire to be
I have forged a mind that doubt does not break
 
I made promises that the heart remembers
When I aim for the summit, I look further
I want to follow my star, what my nights reveal to me
To give life to my kid dreams
 
Time passes
And more people tell me that
I don't have my place
Or that I am not like them
That I have to do like the books
But stubborn as I am
I take it to my head
 
I made promises that the heart remembers
When I aim for the summit, I look further
I want to follow my star, what my nights reveal to me
To give life to my kid dreams
 
mc

Hladna crvena rijeka

Preporođeni dani
Bore se preklopljenih ruku
Bol ostavljen ispod
Beživotni opet žive
 
Teci, teci, teci
Hladna crvena rijeko
Teci, teci, teci
Hladna crvena rijeko
 
Ne mogu da osjetim u potpunosti ništa
Ovaj život me je ostavio hladnog i prokletog
Ne mogu da osjetim u potpunosti ništa
Ova ljubav me je odvela do kraja
 
Ostani reformisan
Obriši ovaj savršeni svijet
Mržnja ostavljena ispod
Mračni ratni pas lutalica
 
Teci, teci, teci
Hladna crvena rijeko
Ne mogu da osjetim u potpunosti ništa
Ovaj život me je ostavio hladnog i prokletog
Ne mogu da osjetim u potpunosti ništa
Ova ljubav me je odvela do kraja
Teci, teci, teci
Hladna crvena rijeko
 
Pokušaj da pronađeš razlog za život
Pokušaj da pronađeš razlog za život
Pokušaj da pronađeš razlog za život
 
Ne mogu da osjetim u potpunosti ništa
(Pokušaj da pronađeš razlog za život)
Ovaj život me je ostavio hladnog i prokletog
(Pokušaj da pronađeš razlog za život)
Ne mogu da osjetim u potpunosti ništa
Ova ljubav me je odvela do kraja
Teci, teci, teci
Hladna crvena rijeko
 

Family Portrait

Have you seen my little mother
swabbing floors at an office?
Small, diligent, sweaty lady
Earns a small pay
 
Cold hands, stiff knees
Seeking healthcare from Stockholm's county
Then trips into the ward
Soon passing away
 
Yes, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for
 
Have you seen my little father?
What a funny body he has
Invalidity pension so nice and safe
Because of worn out back
 
No more nailing houses
Future does not look bright
But he can relax as he wishes
and also get drunk
 
Yes, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for
 
Sister of mine is this girl
Four children and unemployed
No longer young and wild
Forty years old and divorced
 
Pretty grumpy now
This former wife
Beauty, happiness, hope for love
That, she has given up
 
Yes, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for
 
And the one who looks so terrible
is my older brother Knut
Always complaining when we meet
about his prosthetic leg
 
Seems to be finished, brother Knut
Appears more and more alcoholic
There was much more energy
in Knut before
 
Yes, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for
 
But now look at little me
Difference is like night and day
Blank shoes and casual style
Ten meter car
 
Stirring powder, completely discrete
In small, tidy packages
that are sold in secret
Makes me happy and fat
 
But, it is both a shame and pity
how life is thundering by
over the small and weak
They are to feel sorry for
 

Pravi prijatelji

Ne, mislim da cu ostati kuci veceras
Preskocicu konverzacije i 'oh, dobro sam' razgovore
Ne, nisam stranac iznenadjenju
Ovaj grad od papira me je izneverio previse puta
Zasto se uopste trudim? Daj mi razlog zasto
Osecala sam da mogu da ti verujem, nema veze
Cemu toliko menjanja lica? Gde da podvucem crtu?
Pretpostavljam, sve dok ne moram da citam izmedju redova
 
Ref:
Samo trazim neke prave prijatelje
Sve sto ikada urade je- iznevere me
Svaki put kada se otvorim nekome
Tad shvatim u kom su fazonu
Samo trazim neke prave prijatelje
Pitam se gde se svi oni kriju
Samo trazim neke prave prijatelje
Moram otici van ovog grada
 
oh ohh
ohh oh
 
Ostajem budna, pricajuci sa mesecom
I osecajuci se tako usamljeno u svakoj sobi punoj ljudi
Ne mogu pomoci, ali mi se cini da nesto nije u redu
Jer mesto u kome zivim, jednostavno se ne oseca kao dom
 
Ref:
Samo trazim neke prave prijatelje
Sve sto ikada urade je- iznevere me
Svaki put kada se otvorim nekome
Tad shvatim u kom su fazonu
Samo trazim neke prave prijatelje
Pitam se gde se svi oni kriju
Samo trazim neke prave prijatelje
Moram otici van ovog grada
 
Trazim neke prave prijatelje
oh ohh
ohh oh
 
Samo zelim da pricam ni o cemu
Sa nekim ko mi nesto znaci
Da spelujem imena svih nasih snova i demona
Za vremena koje ne razumem
Reci mi u cemu je poenta ovakvog meseca
Kada sam sama opet
Mogu li pobeci negde gde je prelepo
Gde niko ne zna moje ime?
 
Ref:
Samo trazim neke prave prijatelje
Sve sto ikada urade je- iznevere me
Svaki put kada se otvorim nekome
Tad shvatim u kom su fazonu
Samo trazim neke prave prijatelje
Pitam se gde se svi oni kriju
Samo trazim neke prave prijatelje
Moram otici van ovog grada
 
oh ohh
ohh oh
 

Around the mind

Everybody has painful things that they always pretend not to see
The tomorrow mostly just looks the same as today
 
The approaching everyday life is like a boring dream at this rate I will be set adrift
I don't understand there was a moment in which I was truly happy
Once again...
 
Inside the ever revolving time I extend my hand and grasp both shadow and light
In the end of my hesitation that started to break there is just a single thing I believe in that I must not forget
 
For some reason I felt something different in the wavering scenery of the usual wind
That day when we met by chance both of our futures entwined so that the time can keep passing
 
We shall go through the coming hardship​s
At this rate without us separating my overflowing tears shall become my nourishment
I must not stop
 
Beyond the dawn that is dyed white I start going on my dream with only a handful of hope
In the end of my crumbling hesitation I must not let go of the only person I love
 
Inside the ever revolving time I extend my hand and grasp both shadow and light
Beyond the dawn that is dyed white I start going on my dream with a handful of hope
In the end of my crumbling hesitation I must not let go of the only person I love
 

U mraku

Prazni pogledi, bezvredni
Vampiri na istim mestima
Senke, tragovi
Znam da me osećaš
 
Trčiš, trčiš, trčiš, trčiš
Praviš krugove sa svim tvojim lažnim prijateljima
Trčiš, bežiš od toga
Možeš se srušiti
bez pokazivanja face, da
 
Mogu videti da se plašiš emocija
Mogu videti da se nadaš
Nisi beznadežan
Pa zašto mi ne možeš pokazati? Zašto mi ne možeš pokazati?
Mogu videti da tražiš smetnje
Mogu videti da si umoran od glume
Pa zašto mi ne možeš pokazati?
Ko si ti u mraku? (Ja, ja)
Pokaži mi strašne delove (Ja, ja)
Ko si ti kada je 3 ujutru i kada si sasvim sam i LA se ne oseća kao kod kuće? (Ja, ja, ja)
Ko si ti u mraku?
 
Plus jedan, lista gostiju,
Ali ti čak ni ne znaš koje je njeno ime
Tajne, beskrajno
Znam da me osećaš
 
Trčiš, trčiš, trčiš, trčiš
Praviš krugove sa svim tvojim lažnim prijateljima
Trčiš, bežiš od toga
Možeš se srušiti
bez pokazivanja face
 
Ja, ja mogu videti da se plašiš emocija
Mogu videti da se nadaš
Nisi beznadežan
Pa zašto mi ne možeš pokazati? Zašto mi ne možeš pokazati?
Mogu videti da tražiš smetnje
Mogu videti da si umoran od glume
Pa zašto mi ne možeš pokazati?
Ko si ti u mraku? (Ja, ja)
Pokaži mi strašne delove (Ja, ja)
Ko si ti kada je 3 ujutru i kada si sasvim sam i LA se ne oseća kao kod kuće? (Ja, ja)
Ko si ti u mraku?
 
Dragi, dođi i pusti me unutra
Dragi, svi stranci su otišli,
oni su otišli
Rekla sam, dragi, dođi i pusti me da vidim
Dragi, obećavam da neću trčati
 
Pa reci mi
Ko si ti u mraku? (Ja, ja)
Pokaži mi strašne delove (Ja, ja)
Ko si ti kada je 3 ujutru i kada si sasvim sam i LA se ne oseća kao kod kuće?
Ne, ja, ja, ja
Ko si ti u mraku?
 
Mmmmm, mmmm, mmm
Ko si ti u mraku?
Mmmmm, mmmm, mmm
Ko si ti u mraku?
Mmmmm, mmmm, mmm
Ko si ti u mraku?