Резултати претраге страна 36

There just sea

Callus, salt.
Callus, salt. Black tobacco.
Goes Ramon the fisherman.
Deepness, skin and sun.
 
Trap, cold.
Trap, cold. Hands, sea.
'Mossing' his nature.
Goes Ramon. There goes brown.
Sun.
 
Shadow, dog, weed, old.
Bone, fishbone, nature.
Dirty sand, hangover.
Brown sea, there goes Ramón.
Sun.
 
Tides, callus, pots, buoys.
South, bait, nature.
Powerboat, sand, patience.
Cardboard horizon.
 
Fish and chew. Foam, mouths.
Man, trap, nature.
Moss, tobacco, breath.
Tar, salt and brass house.
 
Chew, crack, mouth, foam.
Chew, fish, fishbone, foam.
Chew, foam, fishbone, mouth.
Chew, moss, nature.
Chew, moss, nature.
 
Man, moss, fish, nets.
Man, trap, net, foam.
Man, foam, fish, moss.
Man, trap, nature.
Man, trap, nature.
 
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth.
Shadow, trap, nature.
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth, fish.
Trap, mouth, nature.
 
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth, fish, nets.
Mouth, fishbone, nature.
Shadow, foam, dirty mouth, fish, net, stare.
Man, shadow, nature.
Man, trap, nature.
Man, fishbone, nature.
Man, foam, nature.
 
Crack, seashell, the soul.
Nets, oars, dampness.
Old eternal suns.
Hangover, sad truth.
 
There goes Ramón. The powerboat.
aiming towards his nature.
Sun, dog, primus, pot.
Broken can, rat, rock, sea, Ramónnnnnnnnn goes.
Almost now. Goes.
Almost now. Goes.
Almost now. Goes.
 
Old square, two primus.
Little brass sea.
Tar, there goes Ramón.
There just sea.
 

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Grab this state

Why this wrong thought tells you to turn down the bass?
If you turn it down - it will still remain inside us here.
Now don't occupy yourself with silence, no,
but feel this sound.
This sound will rock you.
 
In tones, my head
is dancing
to these sounds and these words.
My head is emerged
And my head isn't thinking, it's set in motion.
The bass that makes us moving sends emotions.
Reject thinking, now feel the rhythm on the stage.
Let it go through your body,
he doesn't know the word 'sleep'.
Grab the dance, feel the craziness.
In craziness, jump as if you were playing basketball.
In the depth of silence, the voice,
in those sounds, the power is hidden!
 
From my heart, I encourage you to increase the tempo, dance,
The tempo of speaking
The tempo is changing
It strangles boredom, it makes you jump up off your seat.
Wake up dreams,
Wake them up now,
Push away doubts,
Push them away now.
 
From my heart, I encourage you to increase the tempo, dance
I'm turning the tempo up
Feel these tempos
I'm turning the tempo up
I encourage to move
Feel these tempos
Grab this state
 
Grab this state
 

'2032': Track 11 – The Results of People's Love

Narrator:
 
It’s just necessary for charismatic politicians
To be close to people nowadays
Even though, sometimes, it can be hard
To take the results of people’s love seriously
 
But neither television, nor the Net
Is able to replace human interaction in real life
And to get rid of all the visits and meetings
People themselves are so hard to change.
 
[At the ExCom‘s auditorium, general view]
 
*applause*
 
Emcee: Right after the 12th school of our city, the warm greetings to our wonderful leader comrade Milinevsky are brought by the pupils of the secondary school number 8!
 
*applause*
 
[At the ExCom‘s auditorium, close view]
 
Milinevsky: Listen, when shall we get back to Moscow?
 
Delegate: ASGU said she’d bring the train in the evening
She didn’t decide on the exact time, this is a closed city…
 
[At the ExCom‘s auditorium, general view]
 
Emcee: Dear Anatoly Sergeevich!
You’re about to hear the performance of the pupil of the 11th class “a” Limaeva Svetlana.
She has dedicated this song to our great party, our government, and to you personally!
 
*microphone's click*
 
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The Birds

I'm distressed and lonely,
Confused and without you here.
This is how I dreamed
But I didn't want it.
What difference? the day was done
So.
There is a conflict, a node
I diffuse anyway
The birds come
Take me there
Visit the sky
And to see you raising the veil
For me.
But they only see me
When I don't already know
If I'm healthy,
What a bad dream is,
And what a good dream is.
What difference? life is the same,
that's so and I don't know
I don't know ...
I don't know ...
I don't know ..
If this is you.
Who's there?
If it's for me to see you then let me sleep.
 

Kill

Kill! My curls cut you in half.
Time to make a long jump.
We gave ourselves to cities -
Lost forever...
 
Read my eyes: I'm not yours anymore,
And hardly ever was.
Yours, sometimes my trains.
We are different, everything is as usual.
 
Hau-au-hu-hu
You know, there's no more strength...
Hau-au-hu-hu
Remember, you asked me:
 
Kill! My curls cut you in half.
Time to make a long jump.
We gave ourselves to cities -
Lost forever...
 
Kill! My culs cut you in half.
Time to make a long jump.
We gave ourselves to cities -
Lost forever...
 
A swollow of emptiness, where are our canvases.
Probably, will be bored...
The laws are simple: who am I and who are you
They do not give a damn!
 
Hau-au-hu-hu
You know, there's no more strength...
Hau-au-hu-hu
Remember, you asked me:
 
Kill! My curls cut you in half.
Time to make a long jump.
We gave ourselves to cities -
Lost forever...
 
Kill! My curls cut you in half.
Time to make a long jump.
We gave ourselves to cities -
Lost forever...
 
Kill! My tresses cut you in half.
Time to make a long...
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Is It Love

God, keep her from me,
I was born to hurt.
God, keep him for me,
I don't want another in my day.
 
I'm your bad name.
I'm your Hell, but it's a sin.
Forget me, hate me,
so you don't suffer again.
 
Even if you're the most sinful,
I don't mind.
With the right person, I don't feel
this madness.
 
You tell me if it's love,
praying to God everyday,
'God, keep her from me,
I was born to hurt'.
 
You tell me if it's love,
praying my whole life,
'God, keep him for me,
I don't want another in my day'.
 
For you, I'll always be
a road that leads nowhere.
This crazy love of ours,
won't it ever stop?
 
Let me be a ball of wounds
my whole life.
If our love doesn't hurt,
it isn't love.
 
You tell me if it's love,
praying to God everyday,
'God, keep her from me,
I was born to hurt'.
 
You tell me if it's love,
praying my whole life,
'God, keep him for me,
I don't want another in my day'.
 
You tell me if it's love,
praying to God everyday,
'God, keep her from me,
I was born to hurt'.
 
You tell me if it's love,
praying my whole life,
'God, keep him for me,
I don't want another in my day'.
 
You tell me if it's love,
praying to God everyday,
'God, keep her from me,
I was born to hurt'.
 
You tell me if it's love,
praying my whole life,
'God, keep him for me,
I don't want another in my day'.
 

The eye

I have the roof
I have the roof
I have the roof so close to me
I don't even need to stand up
The roof
At least the roof
I don't even need to stand up
I can't
The roof
The roof
Today I rule so many things
Who could imagine it?
To walk naked on july
My roof post july
I'm in the well
Eye
Spinning in the roof
Spinning in the well
The ice didn't start to freeze
Freezer as a roof
Darker well
Darker well
Darker well
Darker well
Darker well
Well
There's no well that isn't roof and cold
There's no place
There's no pain that isn't man and cold
There's no place
There's no damage more horrible and cold
There's no place
There's nothing colder
There's isn't
I can't
Cold
Not being able to die
Not being able
What a pain
What a hole
What a pain
What a hole
What a mine
My friends, look what a mine
What a black, deep, damped hole
What a mine
What a damped hole
What a mine
What an eye
What an eye
What a gold mine
Chubby, round
Round eye
Like the well
Like the well
I'm sick of being in the well
Well
Damned vacancy
Damned, very damned
I live spinning by the eyeless well
Spinning by the eyeless well
Spinning by the eyeless eye island
The eyeless eye island
Without growing
Without
I live spinning
Merry go round
Merry
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Mind without
Will without
Roam
By the streets
Without
Roaming
Without
Searching
Without
Ocupation
Without
By the streets
Street
Be discreet
Repeat
Mistreat
Parakeet
Shut up
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Time flies
Me too
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
And I can't find solution
Me too
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I can't find my family
Me too
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I can't find the way out
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Today I rule so many things
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
So many jobs
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Who could imagine it?
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Staked
Boiling
Stones
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I've put the bars upside down
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I snatched the taste of toilet paper
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I stripped all the stripped wires
And I can't die
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I wrapped sworms
And I can't die
Wrapped sworm
And I can't die
Butterfly
And I can't
I don't wanna die
I can't
I don't wanna die
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna die
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
I can't die
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I can't
Don't forget me
I don...don't forget me
I don't forget
Don't forget me
I don't wanna die
Don't forget me
I can't
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I can't
I don't wanna
Don't forget me
I don't forget
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
I don't wanna die
Don't forget me
Don't forg...
Don't forget me!
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnk
The tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The eye of the tank
The eye
Of the tank
I wanna eat
Ajo, ají, chajá
The eye of the tank
Looks at me
The tank and the quivers
The arrows
The wounds
The cracks
The wanks
Fuck
Pick up
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank, the tank
The tank and the quivers
The tank and the quivers
The tank and Alcatraz
All the hours are mine
Ajo, ají, chajá
Hours are my hostages
I won't let them scape
All the hours are mine
Hours are my hostages
I won't let them scape
Memories I don't understand
Ajo, ají, chajá
Memories I don't remember
Ajo, ají, chajá
Memories I don't understand
I don't remember
I don't understand
I don't remember
I don't understand
I don't remember
I don't understand
I don't remember
Here comes the roof
Fool!
The eye of the roof comes to me
Comes over me
Fool!
The eye
That eye
Looks at me
The eye
Fool!
The tank, the tank
The frozen tank
The eye
Hole in the eye
Empty
That eye
Needle
Spit in the eye
Empty
That eye
Needle
Spit in the eye
Empty
That eye
Empty
That eye
Empty
Needle
Empty
Spit in the eye
Empty
Spit in the eye
Empty
Spit in the eye
Empty
Spit in the eye
Throat
Throat
Throat, necklace
The eye, the eye, the eye in my throat
Spit
Necklace
If I could buy that necklace to my daughter
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Of little seashells, of little weevils
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
When we went to the river
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
Her little eyes
Jejejejejejejejejejejeje
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder
 

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Two

Here I start to sing
these words of love,
that knew about the brilliance
of a one of a kind brunette
You'll have to forgive me
for all this humble passion
that was crying, unease,
illusioned height.
And now it sings distant
with the heart on hurry.
 
Her fresh may hands
come to my memory.
Her eyes were the glory
for this poor uruguayan.
Shining like lightnings
are the threads of the thougth.
Two liquid feelings.
The thirst of two scents.
Two embraced sweats
Two heartbeats and one breath.
 
Her hair of the flea market
divided the air.
You don't imagine the grace
that all this memory encloses.
Like a stem of the soil,
shoeless foot, dancer.
Her waist of fine sand
cutted in the morning.
Full and near silouette
sitting in the latrine.
 
And today, What happened?
Today I feel free beside her.
Always beautiful. Light. Heat.
And I still keep the pain
of the much I told you.
Her love for me hasn't ended,
neither died, neither ran away with another.
She didn't fell from her horse
neither betrayed her ideals.
This eastern brunette.
Flower born among us.
 

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About generations

The thing starts to work out
The spirits are mild
and everyone in their places
It's the time to play
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
Knowing the commotion to be
the hearts beat
Dread and all in it's placee
It's the time to play
It's the time to attack
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
The march starts to sound
The sounds manifest
The legs trembleing
The pulse sped up
The beat sped up
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
They started to sing
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
The throat chokes
They breath song inhale gas
The cough repeats smothered
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
The music feels touching
Tears sprout and more
Life explodes in melody
Reasons of force
Proclamations that sing the truth
 
Impossible to forget
 
High whistles, siren
But the percussion kills
Kills you
Cracks you up
Blows you up
Kick on the floor
The kick
Losing the beat little by little
 
The percussion cornered
Surrounded
Resounding
We can't breath anymore
 
Sounded deaf deafness
Too late
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Too late
Sounded deaf deafness
Too late
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
The ear is all siren
The cough repeats smothered
 
From here, there, and over there
From there, here, and over here
Dammit!
it's the time to
 
-
 
Protagonist where are you
of this brutal scenario
Trumpeters where are you
Writers creators
where did they go
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
Are so many the deads now
Deads for our music
Many dissapeared from the map
Ask their moms
Others had to fly
They went beyond the sea
Somewhere else with our milonga
 
Others went inside...
 
Impossible to forget
Impossible to forget
 
Others went inside their homes
They don't wan't to act anymore
Their hearts doesn't work
Their beliefs are crushed
They left their place
in the orchestra
 
it's the time to humilliate
uninspire
 
Impossible to forget
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
There's always an excuse to give
That nothing can be done
That it's all said and done
That I'm back again
Now I sing from my window
Well safe of the terrace
 
There's always an excuse to give
That the guitar is for the youngs
I must think of my children
in which future will I give them
Which?
Which?
Which?
Which?
 
Now I must only work
close my eyes, grow up
it's the time to vegetate
make money
climb
forget
 
Impossible to forget
Forget
Memory commits its task
Forget
Impossible to forget
Forget
Memory remembers its history
Forget
Impossible to forget
Forget
Memory remembers its memory
Forget
Impossible to forget
 
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
Let the wheat come, let the corn come
 
Because I'm cold.
 

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Etcetera

No music.
No music today.
Just the sensation of the music.
Like that brunette walking.
Just the sensation. Standing. Stiff.
 
No lyrics.
No words today.
Just the sensation. Sound. Buzz.
Like that green fly. Green. Green.
Like that green fly. Standing. Stiff.
Just the sensation.....so disgusting. So disgusting.
 
No song. There isn't one today.
No song. There isn't one today.
Just the sensation. Still.
No song. There isn't one today.
No sonnnnnnnnnnng.
But it doesn't get still the song.
Like some moments before making love.
Just the sensation. Just the sensation.
 
Diary. Diary.
Uruguayan diary. Thick milk.
Uruguayan diary.
It's hard to find another milk.
The nation. The nation. The nation.
The fly. The nation.
Love. Standing. Stiff. The song.
 

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The rope/Missing cats

We're all summoned to the big demonstration
to the plaza! to the plaza!
We all go together because today walks on the rope
the wellknown climbing tightrope walker.
And that other who dodges the rope
who's also an expert climber, stands out.
And that other who isn't so famous
but he's also a pure breed feline tightrope walker.
Attention! Stop the music!
Attention! Stop the music!
Attention!
 
The stick counterbalances,
the right on one side, the right on the other.
He walks on the long rope
the heavies on one side, the right on the other.
Staring at the goal
the front on one side, the right on the other.
One foot and another, one foot and another
the words on one side, maths on the other.
Order, time and sanity,
Tradition, fámily and property,
corruption for one side, treason for the other.
Attention! Exactitude challenge!
Attention! Everyone below look at him!
Attention! One manoeuvre after another! What a waist! Beautiful!
Attention! Seven lives of skills!
Attention! Of promises!
Attention!
 
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music! Cut!
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music! Cut!
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music!
Stop the music! Cut!
 
Cut! Cut! Cut! Stop the music!
listen, you can't talk this way,
right in this moment, you can't,
accept that you can't sing this way,
it's disrespectful and besides is not advisable
strategically is not advisable.
Do you want a suggestion?
I suggest you to not keep going with this song
do something else, whatever...
 
We interrupt to give an information,
that has to do with the population
and it turns out to be strange for the public opinion.
Attention!
There's a terrible and absent absence,
There's a obvious, present absence,
There's a brutal, total absence,
There's a fatal and hot absence,
Attention!
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Lots of cats are missing!
 
At La Union, for example, there were 12536 cats just a while ago,
today there are only 22.
Maybe they drowned them under the concrete.
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some skinny cats!
 
At Paso Molino, zone of cats with sweet flesh,
of 4654 cats, only remain 41.
Maybe they dumped them to the sea.
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some bones of skinny cats!
 
At La Teja, ha!, of 14484 only remain 96.
Where are the cats? Attention! Where are the cats?
They're not buried at the cementery.
We searched and they're no there!
Maybe, maybe their eyes, their eyes maybe.
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some barrel grills with strips of skinny cats!
 
At the Cerro, the old Cerro, the last census showed 8402 cats,
and pay attention, this is incredible, today there are only 7!
even though at the Cerro, there are no more meat plants!
 
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Missing cats!
Only remains some ocelots! What?
Only remains some ocelots! What?
Only remains...!
 
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
it's disrespectful, it's impossible,
don't waste all that scratches in a tight spot,
it is not advisable, strategically is not advisable,
it's not the right moment.
Look, I have no other solution but to advice you sincerily
To not keep going with this information.
Well, but if you want, grab the song again,
and go with it soft, soft, soft
we must have balance, grow up...
 
We're all summoned to the precipitation
at the plaza, at the plaza!
Today walks on the rope the wellknown climber,
the promise of the masses.
Today he crawls on the tightrope,
shaking like a rat tail.
Today he crawls on the tightrope,
the tense rope, the rope on the neck.
Everyone below wait for him with the hungry eyes,
licking their lips.
 

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What a business

How many things are that you never told
which are your fears
how many situations that you've betrayed
which is your sin
How tight are your knot instincts
accomplice tangles
Which is your profit in all this issue
Which is your appetite
How are you different
How are you
 
How much splendid morbidity over your impulses
which is your turbid face
Which is the sensation you always feared
which is your dirty step
 
How many things are that you never knew
How many things are that you take for granted
that you make clear that are assumed
Where is the lie
 
How much is your goodness (the other one, the deep one)
Which is your prescence
Where is your conscience (the other one, the deep one)
How is your prescence
And your solidarity (the other one, the deep one)
Which is your innocence
 
Where will reach your thick skin
How far will reach your sadness
To what grade will reach your beast nature
How long is it going
How long is it going
of poison.
 

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The birth of love

Our love is being born
Among the greenery and lilacs
Among the greenery and lilacs
It will not lose the way anymore
 
Your voice, your laughter, your laughter
I hear them so often every day
That today I already know, already know
What the days will bring to us
 
Our love is getting mature
In the singing of birds and grasses
In the rain of the leaves from the trees that
Has fallen straight from the sky to us
 
And today somebody
Will bind our hands so that nobody
Will, nobody will
Separate our hands anymore
 
Our love at the time of storms
When it will be buried by the wind
Nothing will be left, will be left of it
Except for lost years
 
'Cause today nobody
Wants to bind our hands anymore
'Cause nothing in us remained
From those days
 

Kite of La Farola

Come on, it's blowing twisted
Don't let it fall
Sewing and painting
how pretty it is
Pulling and pulling
how pretty it goes
Mop skirts setting the beat
Light canes that know to fly
Give more string it reaches the sun
 
Kite of La Farola1
Girl of Parque Rodó
Sewing and painting
how pretty it is
Pulling and pulling
how pretty it goes
It grew angry in the southern wind
Painted of violet in some blue sky
Give more string it reaches the sun
 
Pull and pull and climb with the kite
My love is gone
Pull and pull and rise
And I go to the clouds
Pull and pull and climb with the violet
My love is gone
Pull and pull and rise
And I go to the clouds
 
The murga of the Ghost Train
Winning drums and cymbals
Sewing and painting
how pretty it is
Pulling and pulling
how pretty it goes
Mop skirts setting the beat
Light canes that know to fly
Give more string it reaches the sun
 

• 1. The lighthouse of Punta Carretas

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Nicholas Walked through Meadow, Carefully,

Nicholas walked through meadow, carefully,
St. Nicholas with an enchanting bag,
 
Greeting all the children from house to house,
Nicholas came with an enchanting bag.
Greeting all the children from house to house,
Nicholas came with an enchanting bag.
 
Open up the door - Nicholas has come,
He comes blessing the Ukrainian nation.
 
Perish will the ruins, our mother - Ukraine
Will flourish and bloom from region to region.
Perish will the ruins, our mother - Ukraine
Will flourish and bloom from region to region.
 
Already St. Nicholas is at your house
You will gladly greet him with a respectful bow.
 
Let the joyous songs ring out into the town,
to your liking do choose your gifts!
Let the joyous songs ring out into the town,
to your liking do choose your gifts!,
 

The Great Man

In the hospital room
at 9:43
Simon was born.
It's the summer of '56
the pride of Don Andres
because he was a boy.
He was raised just like the others
with a harsh hand with severity
he never expressed his own thoughts.
When you grow up you're going to study
the same things as your father
listen well
you need to be
a great man.
 
To the stranger Simon went
faraway from home he forgot that sermon,
he changed the way he walked
he wore a skirt, lipstick
and a purse.
The people say that one day the father
went to visit him without warning him in advance,
well, what a mistake.
A woman spoke to him when he was passing on by
and told him hello, how's it going father what's up?
you don't recognize me, I am Simon
Simon your son,
the great man
 
CHORUS:
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk. (3x)
 
He let himself go by
what the people say
his father never spoke to him
he abandoned him forever.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
Don't complain Andres
don't complain about anything
if from the sky lemons fall
learn to make lemonade.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
And while the years pass
the old man yielding a little bit
Simon didn't even write to him anymore
Andres was furious.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
At last there was news
of where his son was
Andres never forgot the day
of that sad phone call.
 
la, la, la, le, le . . . la, la, la, le, le, le (2x)
 
In the hospital room
from a strange sickness Simon died
it's the summer of '86
by the sick man in bed nobody cried
Simon Simoooon Simon
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
You need to have compassion
the moral is enough:
he who is free of sin
throw the first stone.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
He who never forgives
has a certain destiny
of reliving sour memories
in their own hell.
 
You can't correct nature
a stick that's born twisted never straightens out its trunk.
 
la, la, la, le, le . . . la, la, la, le, le, le (2x)
 

The Dark Night

The dark night with darkness encompasses the world.
The dark night with darkness encompasses the world.
Darkness encompasses the world
 
And the Most Blessed Virgin walked around the world,
She came to a rich man (2), asked to spend the night:
 
'Lord your lordship, put me up for overnight,
For the dark night (2) has overtaken me. '
 
And that Lord his lordship did not want to sleep,
Having told his servants (2) to drive out the dogs.
 
But those dogs recognized Mary
Before the Mother of God (2), fell to their knees.
 
And the Most Blessed Virgin walked around the world,
She came to a poor man (2) asked to spend the night:
 
'Lord your lordship, put me up for overnight,
For the dark night (2) has overtaken me. '
 
'Oh, I'd gladly put you up for the night
Only I do not have (2) a bedroom to give '
 
'You do not need to trace your evenings,
Just let me (2) go to my sweetheart. '
 
Is the sun rising, does the moon set?
Then the Blessed Virgin (2) gives birth to Her Son.
 
'Get up a woman, get up. How long shall you sleep?'
Already our stable (2) has shown in the world '.
 
'If I would have known that it was Mother of God,
I would have laid out (2) mine own bed.
 
If I would have known that Mother with Jesus,
It would have laid it out (2) with a white sheet '
 
The old year passes by, New comes in (2)
Christ is born!
 

In the Field the Field, the Plowman Plows

In the Field the Field, the Plowman plows
Chorus: A Generous Evening, A Good Evening
To Good people For All-Evening (For good health)
 
With that Plowman the Lord does walk
Saint Peter does prod them on (lead the horses)
The Mother of God does bring food in
Brings in food, while asking of God
Do plow my son this here furrow
For we will sow the wheat there
From a small kernel to a good measure
And from the Other Grain, quite a lot
 

Срца се овде не сламају

[Прва строфа:]
Она је најслађа ствар за коју знам
Требало би да видите како ме држи када се светла угасе
Сваки пут ми продрма душу као јаму
Украла ми је срце на путу у једном правцу
Изгледа да је отишла да лута с њим
Није као остале жене које познајем
Она ће га вратити назад читавог
Беле раде, беле раде натакнуте на твоје чело
О, драга моја, у последње време знам
 
[Рефрен:]
Да ћу те сваке ноћи љубити, да ћеш ми на уво рећи:
'О, ми смо заљубљени, зар не?'
С рукама у твојој коси
Прстима и палчевима, драга
Осећам се сигурно када ме држиш близу себе
Волим како побеђујеш свој страх
Знаш да се овде срца не сламају
О, да, да, да
Да, да, да, да
 
[Друга строфа:]
Она је речни ток у Орвелу
И лимена звона на улазним вратима
Пољане и дрвећа и њен мирис ми испуњавају плућа
Провео сам своје лето уз њу
И остатак године исто тако
Она је кремен који пали упаљач
И гориво које ће одржати пламен, о
Руже, руже положене на прекривачу твога кревета, о Боже
Све ово, све ово знам
 
[Рефрен:]
Али сваке ноћи ћу те љубити, на уво ћеш ми говорити:
'О, ми смо заљубљени, зар не?'
С рукама у твојој коси
Прстима и палчевима, драга
Осећам се сигурно када ме држиш близу себе
Волим како побеђујеш свој страх
Знаш да се овде срца не сламају
О, да, да, да
Да, да, да, да
 
[Врхунац:]
Па, пронашао сам љубав унутар
Загрљаја жене коју познајем
Она је светионик у ноћи
Који ће ме безбедно одвести кући
И не бојим се смрти
Или помисли да ћу остарити
Јер од сада до тренутка када одем
 
[Рефрен:]
Сваке ноћи ћу те љубити, на уво ћеш ми говорити:
'О, ми смо заљубљени, зар не?'
С рукама у твојој коси
Прстима и палчевима, драга
Осећам се сигурно када ме држиш близу себе
Волим како побеђујеш свој страх
Знаш да се овде срца не сламају
О, да, да
Сваке ноћи ћу те љубити, на уво ћеш ми говорити:
'О, ми смо заљубљени, зар не?'
С рукама у твојој коси
Прстима и палчевима, драга
Осећам се сигурно када ме држиш близу себе
Волим како побеђујеш свој страх
Знаш да се овде срца не сламају
Да, да, да
Знаш да се овде срца не сламају
О, да, да, да
 
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Tarot

Black shadows
Candle light on the table with the cards
I looked into her face
And didn't understand why
She placed
The secret tarot
 
Jester and devil
Wheel of destiny and card of doubt
Between knight and tower
She searched somewhere
For the meaning
In the secret tarot
 
Whom does the card of love help
Without the card of power?
Before the world
Stands the black princess of the night
 
'You will cry,' she said
'Because soon you will be alone'
And she smiled coldly
And she appeared to almost freeze
Because of
What she found in the tarot
 
Whom does the card of love help
Without the card of power?
Before the world
Stands the black princess of the night
 
Black shadows
Candle light on the table with the cards
I looked into her face
And there I understood why
She bound me
To the secret tarot
 
Her warning
Matched my intuition well
The princess of the night
In the secret tarot
Was her
And I knew why
 
'You will cry,' she said
'Because soon you will be alone'
And she smiled coldly
And she appeared to almost freeze
Because of
What she found in the tarot
 
Jester and devil
Wheel of destiny and card of doubt
Between knight and tower
She searched somewhere
For the meaning
In the secret tarot
 
I don't speak fluent German so feel free to correct
Ich spreche Deutsch nicht fließend, Korrekturen sind willkommen

I miss my homeland

I wanna go back to my homeland
And remember my bygone days
I miss the sweet gatherings
And the night tunes
In those love nights
I wanna get close to him,
my homeboy and his eyes that I adore
I've not been able to get over him for years
As I have always felt safe with him
I miss life in my homeland
I wanna go back to my homeland
And remember my bygone days
I miss the sweet gatherings
And the night tunes
In those love nights
wanna get close to him,
my homeboy and his eyes that I adore
I've not been able to get over him for years
As I have always felt safe with him
Yeah, my homeland
I miss my homeland, its memories and stories
No matter how long I stay abroad, I love my homeland and always remember it
The only remedy for those living abroad
is hugging their loved ones back at home
Soon, we will be back and get together there again
Soon, we will be back and get together there again
And we will have our sweet days again too
 

Smile at me

Where are you going around the world?
Everything is here
Here is my heart, it is home
Someone else's way, is it your way?
Damn money and hunger
 
Smile at me,
caress me, shine
warm up my soul
sing me a song
stay at home
warm up my soul
 
You are still young,
I am also young,
don't leave me to wait in the cold
Someone else's way, is it your way?
I don't need money or dresses without a day
 
Smile at me,
caress me, shine
warm up my soul
sing me a song
stay at home
warm up my soul
 
Where are you going around the world?
Everything is here
Here is my heart, it is home
Someone else's way, is it your way?
 
Why would I need a life
if you are not here next to me
 
Smile at me,
caress me, shine
warm up my soul
sing me a song
stay at home
warm up my soul
 
My soul is promised to be yours forever
Don't go,
We have a home, it is small but it is a whole world
 
Hug me,
warm up my soul
We are at home
Don't cry
 
Smile at me,
caress me, shine
warm up my soul
sing me a song
stay at home
warm up my soul
 

Bloubek

Put your middle fingers up!
 
Everyone be quiet because it's Parow who's rapping now
if you backchat again, i will leave you with a fat lip
 
Bloubek bloubek
 
Yo I am still right here
Still fresh
still
still no contest
You are still complaining
I am still making hits ( records)
I'm still top of the charts and you're still shit
 
People pay my bar tab like people online
the only friends you have is on the fucking internet
I eat fucking hipsters and shit out fixie bites
still, when i cook, fry and eat the mic
 
What? Jack Parow, he's still not gone?
This is king kong children and the road's still long
and the full truck with the pink bicycle on the rear
in the back pissing in bottles and selling you craft beer
 
Your mom says stay away from those guys with the hanging pants
I am coming to your church fete and support in the pancakes
 
Everyone be quiet because it's Parow who's rapping now
if you backchat again, i will leave you with a black/ fat lip
 
Hold up, stop, the hottest is back
parow is back to kill cats, write an article
Sit back like this
get up, drop down to the floor,
the monster eats beats, raps, galore
 
YO it's old school, my room is decorated with He-man
Throw a house party with streamers against the wall
Dont speak to the champion,
Leave spots on your panty because I am rapping so fancy
 
Everyone just wait
to see what I will drop
SO much bass
YOu would think it is a make up shop
 
The monster is here
The ghost of the dark hole
It's Ingrid Fucking Jonker
Let the land walk into the sea
 
Everyone be quiet because it's Parow who's rapping now
and if you backchat again, I will hit you with the Bloubek
 

Oxygen

We're so tied up with feelings,
It's so hard for us to wake up.
I fall asleep, fall asleep, fall asleep...
You bite their lips,
You love it when I'm rude.
I'm boiling, boiling, boiling...
 
Head is spinning, I gasp,
Not enough for me.
Head is spinning, I gasp,
I miss you, you!
 
Find me, I'm here alone,
And you're my oxygen, I'm your oxygen.
Thousands of reasons, I'm here alone,
And you're my oxygen, I'm your oxygen.
 
How? How do you dance like that?
You draw with movements.
I'm sticking, sticking, sticking...
You bite my lips,
You love when I'm smooth.
I'm boiling, boiling, boiling...
 
Head is spinning, I gasp,
Not enough for me.
Head is spinning, I gasp,
I miss you, you!
 
Find me, I'm here alone,
And you're my oxygen, I'm your oxygen.
Thousands of reasons, I'm here alone,
And you're my oxygen, I'm your oxygen.
 
Find, find, find me.
You are my oxygen and everything is vice versa.
Find me, find me, find me.
You are my oxygen, the whole world is the opposite.
 
Find me, find me,
Find me, find me.
 
Find me, I'm here alone,
And you're my oxygen, I'm your oxygen.
Thousands of reasons, I'm here alone,
And you're my oxygen, I'm your oxygen.
 
Find, find, find me.
You are my oxygen and everything is vice versa.
Find me, find me, find me.
You are my oxygen, the whole world is the opposite.
 

Addicted

We are foreign, need to change everything.
Inconspicuous, women of gloss.
Or phobia and fewer chances.
 
And always less strength to hold on.
 
Your lipstick remains on me, shade of scarlet.
The colour of cold, like melted water in the middle of winter.
 
Stop me, stop me
Stop me.
I am addicted - you are addicted.
Stop me, stop me
Stop me.
I am addicted - you are addicted.
 
Distorted perception.
I am like underwater.
I am in her embraces, a minimum of you.
Millimetre of sun, squeeze me.
Out of you...
 
Stop me, stop me
Stop me.
I am addicted - you are addicted.
Stop me, stop me
Stop me.
I am addicted - you are addicted.
 
Stop me, stop me
Me...
Stop me, stop me
Me...
Stop me, stop me
Stop me.
Stop me.
Stop me, stop me
Stop me.
 

Drink water

Drink water
Drink potable water
Drink water
and don't drink rum
 
Drink water
Drink potable water
Drink water
and don't drink rum
 
Drink water
Drink potable water
Drink water
and don't drink rum
 
One sad railroad worker
drank eggnog on fifth platform
it glued his mouth
and diesel engine killed him
 
Drink water
Drink potable water
Drink water
and don't drink rum
 
Drink water
Drink potable water
Drink water
and don't drink rum
 
In Becher's family
they drink becherovka straight from bucket.
That is why every Becher
has sore liver and spine
 
Drink water...
 
(In slovak)
I drank Gorbatschow brand vodka
and then I said this and that
I got three years for that
Now I drink chlorinated beverages
 
Drink water...
 
(In polish)
We are boys from Warsaw
We are going by train to Ostrava
Four litres of vodka and lot of beer
We are such good colective
 
Drink water...
 
One lady in Americe
Embarrassed herself very much
She drank rum in one gulp
And vomited on White house
 
Drink water...
 

My Night

Verese 1:
I'll remember you until the morning.
Worry like waves.
 
Cause this night is mine.
This night is mine.
Don't think, look.
Now I can swim.
And morning will no't come.
Today is mine, today is mine
The night!
 
Chorus: x2
This night is knocking at the window.
This night, we can't doze off
Enjoy this moment.
At this second, the night is mine.
This night is mine, I catch you.
My, my, my night...
 
My, my, my, my, my night...
My, my, my, my, my night...
My, my, my, my, my night...
My, my, my, my, my night...
 
Verse 2:
Don't look for me today.
Today we can't fall asleep.
What happened to us at the morning?
Try touess, but I'll continue my night.
Today the sky is hide us.
Today I burn every hour.
You're colde like water
All is drunk to the end and this hight is only mine.
 
This night is knocking at the window.
This night, we can't doze off
Enjoy this moment.
At this second, the night is mine.
This night is mine, I catch you.
My, my, my night...
 
My, my, my, my, my night...
My, my, my, my, my night...
My, my, my, my, my night...
My, my, my, my, my night...
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Pick Me Up

How would we have not gone mad
Your depth full of me
How would we have not gone mad
 
We are one universe
How would we have not gone mad
Err, lost, sank into himself
How would we have not gone mad
Keep me
 
If I fall, collect me, you collect me
In pieces
I fall, collect me, you collect me
 
How would we have not gone mad
From night to morning, I'm drinking you
How would we have not gone mad
You are my insomnia
How would we have not gone mad
Err, lost, sank into himself
How would we have not gone mad
You're the water, I am the thirst
 
If I fall, collect me, you collect me
If I fall, collect me, you collect me
In pieces
I fall, collect me, you collect me
 

Unending cigarette

Versions: #2
I'll walk alone this night too
in hopes of finding
the water of your disrememberance
and in dark basements
I'll find a sign in a glass
until dawn's panic
 
Endless cigarette
my heavy loneliness
resembles a woman
tired from the street
she flashes a smile
sits near me
treats the next round
and pats me on the shoulder
 
I see your eyes
In a glass with a lit candle*
and weep silently
The noose of your song
wrings around my
again hazy mind
 
Endless cigarette
my heavy loneliness
resembles a woman
tired from the street
she flashes a smile
sits near me
treats the next round
and pats my on the shoulder
 
*Candle set next to religious icons as part of prayer and ceremony
 

Little Lantern

Little lantern that barely illuminates
My deserted streets
How many nights have you seen me crying
Calling at their door
Without taking more than a song
A piece of my heart
Without taking no more than a kiss
Chilly, mischievous, bitter and sweet
 
Little lantern that barely illuminates
My deserted streets
How many nights have you seen me crying
Calling at their door
Without taking more than a song
A piece of my heart
Without taking no more than a kiss
Chilly, mischievous, bitter and sweet
 
Without taking more than a song
A piece of my heart
Without taking no more than a kiss
Chilly, mischievous, bitter and sweet
Without taking no more than a kiss
Chilly, mischievous, bitter and sweet
Without taking no more than a kiss
Chilly, mischievous, bitter and sweet