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Get up

Get up to survive,
Fly to height, where the sky hears eternity,
Where the yellow disk of the sun
Shines in the dawn light.
 
There, in the land of winds,
An angel nods at travelers,
Sending the light of hope
Those, who looks upward.
 
The sparkle of heavenly truth
Will help to withstand,
To rip off a mask of doubts,
To go upward to the sky,
Like a bird, free bird,
Above evil and fiction,
Above hellish vanity,
Away from the power -
To sea of light,
To oceans of passion.
 
Every minute the way becomes shorter,
The stroke of wings cuts across the sky,
Crossroads of day and night
Is short for madmen.
 
May be, the life, left by the sun,
Will break tomorrow,
But today night's darkness
Won't await us.
 
The sparkle of heavenly truth
Will help to withstand,
To rip off a mask of doubts,
To go upward to the sky,
Like a bird, free bird,
Above evil and fiction,
Above hellish vanity,
Away from the power -
To sea of light,
To oceans of passion.
 
The sparkle of heavenly truth
Will help to withstand,
To rip off a mask of doubts,
To go upward to the sky,
Like a bird, free bird,
Above evil and fiction,
Above hellish vanity,
Away from the power -
To sea of light,
To oceans of passion.
 

Flash

Between Heaven and Earth
The pack of the wild winds are race,
but behind this wild flock
gray-haired chasseur of the winds,
gray-haired chasseur of the winds:
'Who dares to argue with me?
I do not know my peers
with my great power.
Strength and power,
day or night.
Those who waited for warmth and light, run away in fear.
 
Downpours, storms, winds.
it's my troops are going into battle.
My victory is so close.
I live alone by battle,
to trample the heavens peace into dust.
By storm, by gale, by rain
I'm going to earth again,
I'll burst from the sky with lightning,
I'll scatter thousands of sparks.
I'm bad weather, I'm flash.
 
I'm fierce and merciless
in the battle for my dominions.
Where the rights of the darkness and the wind,
is dying the clear light of sun,
there is dawn darker than the night.
A clear day not cope with me,
will not lead me into confusion,
his eyes are so pure and bright.
Do you hear me,
my doom?
My death does not last long, I will soon rise again.'
 
Downpours, storms, winds.
it's my troops are going into battle.
My victory is so close.
I live alone by battle,
to trample the heavens peace into dust.
By storm, by gale, by rain
I'm going to earth again,
I'll burst from the sky with lightning,
I'll scatter thousands of sparks.
I'm bad weather, I'm flash.
 
He was brought up by the storm and he did not forget this, hurling winds from the sky.
Thunder cleaves the heavens, and a thunder-storm commemorates the defeat of light.
 
Downpours, storms, winds.
it's my troops are going into battle.
My victory is so close.
I live alone by battle,
to trample the heavens peace into dust.
By storm, by gale, by rain
I'm going to earth again,
I'll burst from the sky with lightning,
I'll scatter thousands of sparks.
I'm bad weather, I'm flash.
 
Tibor from QS-FB

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Dawn coloed by scarlet
Torn edges of twilight.
Us are very much - you and me.
As you look at each other!
In your crowd, I'm just a passer-by.
 
Your hopes are there, at the bottom,
where the tinsel and the glitter of stones,
you are part of it, you have become like it,
with life in trapped of a bright falsity,
with life without true music.
 
No comment, no comment.
Your love has hit the heart.
To hell with all the rules, the old rules,
evening, freedom and rock today with me.
 
The evening creeps through the cries of birds,
Through the labyrinth of unnecessary faces,
Through the emptiness of other's eye sockets.
Let remain pretentious fools
rules of your glamor.
 
No comment, no comment.
Your love has hit the heart.
To hell with all the rules, the old rules,
evening, freedom and rock today with me.
 
From the stage, pouring languor in terry style homo.
Everyone here knows the work on his pocket.
Slaves of plywood, forget about manners,
A production sofa will not add to you a talent!
 
No comment, no comment.
Your love has hit the heart.
To hell with all the rules, the old rules,
evening, freedom and rock today with me.
No comment, no comment.
the points are arranged, the freaks are crushed.
Rock, and love, and friends, and freedom -
this is our world, and you don't have access there.
Night, you will understand me, you are with me today.
 
Tibor from QS-FB

Fire My Pulse Up

When I'm in highs
on the track in a straight line,
infernal roar of the motor -
my evil drug.
My pulse, my pulse,
fire my pulse up!
 
All the posts follow me,
but I like it,
Pull down my own three hundred lightly.
My pulse, my pulse,
fire my pulse up.
 
Uuuu, girls, shall we begin?
Uh, will we start now?
Oh, Yeah!!!
Light my pulse,
turn me on.
Oh, Yeah, baby!
Oh, Yeah.
Light my pulse.
Here it is, the eternal drive.
Oh, Yeah, baby.
 
Naked jump
from the plane down,
but here is the lady
with the body 'just holy shit'
My pulse is my pulse,
fire my pulse up.
 
Do you think it's a scare?
But not even close.
No I just
I'm waiting for the moment.
My pulse is my pulse,
fire my pulse up.
 
Uuuu, girls, shall we begin?
Uh, will we start now?
Oh, Yeah!!!
Fire my pulse up,
turn me on.
Oh, Yeah, baby!
Oh, Yeah.
Fire my pulse up.
Here it is, the eternal drive.
Oh, Yeah, baby.
 
To get the fire,
we collected a gang and lit -
and could kick everyone's ass.
When I'm on my way
or I beat the platform,
adrenaline starts to thorn the veins.
We can kick ass too.
Uh, Woah,
fire my pulse up
in an endless buzz
and understand, we gave the world
drive.
 
Oh, Yeah,
fire my pulse up,
fire me up
Oh, Yeah, baby.
Oh, Yeah
Light my pulse,
here it is, the eternal buzz
Oh, Yeah, baby!
 
Oh, Yeah,
light my pulse,
tun me on
Oh, Yeah, baby.
Oh, Yeah
fire my pulse up
Here it is, the eternal buzz
Oh, Yeah.
So, guys, shake the whole room!
 
Tibor from QS-FB