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Your voice will fade away

I don’t want yesterday anymore
I don’t want what you give me anymore
Your voice will fade away
 
Tell me, how long will all of this last
That this hell will seen end
That life is as it should be
That this love is going to disappear
 
It was the destiny that decided
Your smile was blown away by the wind
And who knows who will find it
No, it won’t be me anymore
 
I don’t want yesterday anymore
I don’t want what you give me anymore
Ain’t gonna be the same
Ain’t gonna hear the beating of your heart
Your voice will fade away
 
No, it’s not simple to understand it all
Your inventions didn’t fit you well
This light turned out forever
It won’t light anymore
 
I don’t want yesterday anymore
I don’t want what you give me anymore
Ain’t gonna be the same
Ain’t gonna hear the beating of your heart
Don’t try to make it right
 
Don´t try to make it right
Come and look inside my heart
You take your little time to realize
You’re not the one
 
No, it’ll fade away
Your voice will fade away
 
Ain’t gonna be the same
Ain’t gonna hear the beating of your heart
Don’t try to make it right
 
I don’t want yesterday anymore
I don’t want what you give me anymore
Ain’t gonna be the same
Ain’t gonna hear the beating of your heart
Your voice will fade away
 

Today soup today

How hard, is the street
Let's put it in the soup if we can soften it
How hard, all bone
Let's make with it a very thick broth
 
Put grey floor tiles,
and pieces of curbs
Put a little of salt to the concrete
Well hashed tar,
Pan seared cobblestones
And bell peppers in the storm drains
What a recipe!
 
How hard, is the street
Let's put it in the soup if we can soften it
How hard, all bone
Let's make with it a very thick broth
 
The laughter with permission
and the heaven's flower
Will give a sweet touch to that stew
Pick spirits from the floor
Play with melancholy
And your soup will be as seen on TV
What a recipe!
 
I invite today, don't disregard me
Take it easy because there's nothing else
Take a napkin, take a bowl
Cover your nose, take a little run
And dive like in the sea
 
How hard, is the pot
Let's put it in the soup if we can turn it off
Dented pot, street and bone
Let's make with it a very thick broth
 
I'll put then agony
A tear of the day
A lot of neurotic businessmen
Add wearyness and people
At the edge of blowing up
And put it all in the pressure cooker
And attention
 
Because the mechanism of the pressure cookers
Makes the food quickly
With the steam organized in a great concentration
Taking as a symbol the proteinical dismiss
the mechanism of the pressure cookers
bears in mind until the last detail
when the steam is heated, grown, out of measure
and does it's manifestation
in the side appears a whistle doing piiiiiiiiiii
 
Let it boil for a while
because the shoes soles
don't cook all at the first boil
put old wrecks
and skinless buttons
of the green ones that give it a very good taste
right to the table
 
Chew and swallow non-stop, it will soften
you can go with stagnated water
 

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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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Silver poplar

My dear Silver poplar, why are you so sad?
Now not far off is the dawning of a young spring.
For all it is the awaited the starry time,
The silver-winged wind it flies from the Dnieper.
 
Chorus:
Do russel, oh poplar - oh dear poplar,
Here beneath my saddened window.
Do greet your soul like it be a dear child,
Green - leaved, with bloom, and great goodness.
 
The branches will kiss you that the leaves resurrect,
That the crown ascend fast into heaven.
That the bird will carry the joy upon their wing,
It's like a song - the fate of it's native Land.
 
Chorus.
 

My Kazakhstan

The sun is half the sky and wormwood chime the path,
And I'm, a child, printing a foot in the dust.
How caress the world that you gave me
How I drank the warm happiness from your palms.
And we were growing up together, native and adopted
Gaining the wing in the shirts, in the steppe.
We were loved, we all lived in a large family,
But after growing up, we left the path.
Your radiant-wise of swivel-eyed.
Like an amulet in the long journey,
And if anything happened, takes it off like a hand,
Only it's necessary to breathe in your spicy air.
Let your children have bread, meat on the table, your Kazan will be hot.
And there are no such boundaries, so as not to come to you, you are forever with me, my Kazakhstan.
Oh, how many years, how do I set the course,
Then lightly, then taking an exorbitant load.
But every time your image saved me,
The spirit of spacious, and your feather grass is always gray.
I'll come tired, going around the Earth,
But run, seeing the silhouette in the distance.
Ah, the smell of bread and the clear gray smoke,
Well, hug, the prodigal son has returned to you!
The winds of your aitys and the breadth of the steppes,
is comparable with the breadth of the soul.
I miss you, miss you,
You write me a couple of lines, old man.
There is no my country, our Union is torn
In the shreds of small countries,
But I bow to you, ata, down to earth,
You are forever with me, my Kazakhstan!
But I bow to you, ata, down to earth,
You are forever with me, my Kazakhstan!
You are forever with me, my Kazakhstan!
 
Tibor from QS-FB

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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If You Hug Me

If sometimes it doesn't make noise
And maybe it looks like it makes noise,
I know, every fear that is inside you,
Doubts and secrets, I also know it.
I feel tiny,
And I think you're big, enormous,
And you... yes, you...
Are the best creation,
The happiness of winter,
You make the bitter a licorice,
You turn my clocks upside down.
 
If you want, we'll make something new this sunday,
If you want, we'll kiss free like children,
forever, free without losing the will to run.
 
I can climb to the moon,
Lose my mind if they talk to me about you,
And I can feel the craziness,
With you so alone I feel happy,
I forget how to exist if you hug me.
 
Time passes by and so do the minutes,
It's your ear and my whisper,
And you... Yes, you...
You're like a monument
For the good feelings,
You're the first for me,
You turn my clocks upside down.
 
If you want, we'll make something new this sunday,
If you want, we'll kiss free like children,
forever, free without losing the will to run.
 
I can climb the moon,
Lose my mind when they talk to me about you,
And I can feel the craziness,
With you so alone I feel happy
 
Noooooo...
 
I can climb to the moon,
Lose my mind if they talk to me about you,
And I can feel the craziness,
With you so alone I feel happy,
I forget how to exist if you hug me,
If you hug me.
 
I can climb the moon,
lose my mind if they talk to me about you,
If you hug me...
 

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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Ti me ubijaš

Kadgod mi sve dosadi, kad želim da odem daleko
Kad god pomislim na tebe, to se ne dešava ukoliko ne mislim
Tvoje oči mi padaju na pamet, ah te dečije oči
Tvoje reči mi se u grudi zaglave poput noža
 
Ti me ubijaš, ti si to oduvek radio.
Ti me ubijaš, ti to ne znaš
 
Kad god želim da pobegnem od sebe, budem uhvaćena
Kad god te želim, ti nikad nisi pored mene
Suze sam nagomilala, moje suze su tup bol
Jednom sam razmišljala o tome, ja to zaslužila nisam
 
Ti me ubijaš, ti si to oduvek radio.
Ti me ubijaš, ti to ne znaš
 
U svakoj luci jedan brod, nek me uzme i odvede
Osim toga ovo je san, odlasci nas rastuže
Ukoliko ne uđem unutra, ne bi mi se dopala ta ideja
Idem k inatu, uzmi ljubav i rani me
 
Ti me ubijaš, ti si to oduvek radio.
Ti me ubijaš, ti to ne znaš
 

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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Seemed Stange

[First Verse]
In this quite water we in loved without reason.
But I dunno: to stay or choose an ending,
Ask for more for parting.
When there will empty and feelings are ended up
We missed it and turn it over again
Under the set of sleepless nights, now it'll be easier for us.
 
[Chorus (2x)]
You seemed strange at this evening.
We've play our first time just once.
So it's difficult to fell in feelings again
And it's late to change.
 
[Second Verse]
Calls again, wanna share'em too,
Cuz it'll soon be over.
And lines are hold us stronger then wine,
Pouring dream to remains of ice.
When there will empty and feelings are ended up,
Let's touch our lips and let
Our eyes stay half-closed, glasses are unfinished.
 
[Chorus (2x)]
You seemed strange at this evening.
We've play our first time just once.
So it's difficult to fell in feelings again
And it's late to change.
 
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Palestine

This black wind tastes of Africa
The white elephant was already there
The caged lion, old America
Gray snow, sand of popcorn
 
Palestine
Palestine
 
The kangaroos down under in Australia dance
Radio Sidney says 'It's all ok'
The Wall ages and loses its charm
Petersburg in the name of Big Bang
 
Palestine
Palestine
 
The Pharaohs of Mercury are drowning
Sister sphinx in its old enigmas
The ancient oracle can not answer
To a tourist looking for a hotel
 
Palestine
Palestine
 
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The video is me

If you really see the genius inside me
No wonder, never hurt me
 
The video is me, a not played planned video tape
The video is me, vitality
Functional, rational
 
If your mind in black and white thinks1
Evanescent provocative you want the color
 
The video is me, I'm a video tape
Which informs you, that probes you
The video is me, complicity
Naughty
 
Look how nice video, so lower your radio
 
You really want to record a little of afterlife, causing, never play
The video is me, I'm a video tape
With a deeper wave
 
The video is me, actuality, the video is me, I am a video tape
The video is me, I'm a video tape
The video is a me, I'm a video tape
The video, the video is me
 
Look how nice video, lower your radio
 

• 1. alt. imagines

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I'll say it outwardly

Why do you ask me secretly
If my heart cries for the woman I love
for man it'll never be a shame
to speak of his love outwardly
 
I'll say it outwardly
for her I wither,
I tyranize myself, I hurt
suffer and melt
 
Why do you put salt on my wounds?
Why do you treat me to poison?
Doesn't anyone feel me in this Dounia?*
I'll leave far away and forget
 
Dounia is a large mountain range near Sparti which is often used metaphorically in songs to refer to something of great magnitude
 
I'll say it outwardly
for her I wither,
I tyranize myself, I hurt
suffer and melt
 

Catastrophes and worries

Catastrophies and worries
beat me day and night
I never breathed
in this bullet
 
Mother why did you birth me
to live Ike a damned man
worries hit me,
poverties and injustice
 
I never did injustice to anyone
why would they do injustice to me
and why would they separate me
from the woman that I love
 

A Word is Told to Me

I was told a word, I split it into a string,
The voice was connected to a telephone call.
Strange orchestras amble in my head,
Strange orchestras...
 
That which fingers know - that is unknown to the eyes,
The piano keyboard exudes nerve gas,
Rabid wolves in naked wires -
Look into to your eyes and you will see fear!
 
I don't know formulas, but electric current is always electric current,
I saw a woman, I threw her a flower,
The wolves parted, now you can dig an underground passage -
But in the opposite window, a machine gun is installed.
 
You will see the sun in blinding heights.
If you caught someone in the evening in the rye.
I learned yesterday from the report of the latest news,
That I will die unknown in the shadow of my children.
 

The fisherman

Why don't you want me
my lady
because I'm a fisherman?
I'm a bit of a troublemaker
as a fisherman and boater is
 
And you dare to think
that you won't be well off with me
 
I have a small boat
with oars and a sail
and I fish every night
alone with the fishing line
 
And I sell the fish I catch
in the market
 
And if I walk barefoot
don't look at me and laugh
I know how to look after
the woman that I'll have
 
And to cater to her happiness
no matter if I'm a fisherman
 

Hug me and you'll see

Versions: #4
Don't tell me what you think
I believed that I know it
Just look at me for a moment
And I'll guess
 
How difficult it was to loved us
And to stop loving us
And at the end of the way
Meet again
 
In your eyes there is no secrets
I can see it
You always had the world
That made me feel that good
 
How difficult it was to love us
And to love again
If it's true love
Everything can happen
 
Stay with me
Step by step on the way
I'm going to make you happy
And fear is forbidden
Hug me and you'll see
That you're what I need
And I can't found how to say
That's you're giving light to my life
Since I saw you
 
Now take my end
I don't want to wait
I feel wind on our wings
Let's fly
 
And how well it feels to love you
When you're by my side
And how beautiful it's to look at you
And hug you one more time
 
Stay with me
Step by step on the way
I'm going to make you happy
And fear is forbidden
Hug me and you'll see
That you're what I need
And I can't found how to say
That's you're giving light to my life
 
Stay with me
Step by step on the way
I'm going to make you happy
And fear is forbidden
Hug me and you'll see
That you're what I need
And I can't found how to say
That's you're giving light to my life
Because you're my energy
You're giving light to my life
Since I saw you
Since I saw you
Since I saw you
 

Nighthawk's Star

Beetles and many other insects
They kill me every night
And that unique-only-one me
This time kills the Hawk
Such a painful act
I've already stopped eating insects
I starved until I died
No, before that
The Hawk has to kill me
No, even before
I have to face the faraway sky
And go to its boundaries
 

Ako me ti zagrlis

Iako ponekad ne pravi buku
i mozda izgleda da nije ovde,
ja znam, svaki strah koji ima tamo unutra,
sumnje i tajne, takodje znam.
Osecam se sicusnom
i gledam te velikog, ogromnog,
i ti... da, ti...
Ti si najbolji pronalazak,
radost ove zime,
cinis od gorkog slatko,
okreces moje satove naopacke.
 
Ako ti zelis, uradicemo nesto novo ove nedelje,
ako ti zelis, ljubicemo se slobodni kao deca,
zauvek slobodni bez gubitka zelje za trcanjem.
 
Mogu da se popnem na mesec,
da izgubim razum ako mi pricaju o tebi,
i mogu da osetim ludilo,
sa tobom se samo osecam srecnom,
zaboravim da postojim ako me ti zagrlis.
 
Prolazi vreme i minuti,
to je tvoje uho i moj sapat,
i ti... da, ti...
Ti si kao spomenik
sa dobrim osecanjima,
ti si najbitniji za mene,
okreces moje satove naopacke.
 
Ako ti zelis, uradicemo nesto novo ove nedelje,
ako ti zelis, ljubicemo se slobodni kao deca,
zauvek slobodni bez gubitka zelje za trcanjem.
 
Mogu da se popnem na mesec,
da izgubim razum ako mi pricaju o tebi,
i mogu da osetim ludilo,
sa tobom se samo osecam srecnom...
 
Neeeee...
 
Mogu da se popnem na mesec,
da izgubim razum ako mi pricaju o tebi,
i mogu da osetim ludilo,
sa tobom se samo osecam srecnom,
zaboravim da postojim ako me ti zagrlis,
ako me ti zagrlis.
 
Mogu da se popnem na mesec,
da izgubim razum ako mi pricaju o tebi,
ako me ti zagrlis...
 

You say: May I be stabbed on behalf of you

She says: May I be stabbed (on behalf of you), and I respond: May I die before you 1
I'm a Southern guy, spread his sorrow on a Southern cloud 2
 
When she says: 'I would sacrifice my life for you my love' Oh people
I feel like I'm on the top of Abha's mountain 3, feeling the Northern breeze
 
And keeps me thinking
When she says: May I carry you burden on behalf of you
 
She showers me with her sacrifices, day and night
And I dance on its music 4 a Southern dance 5
 

• 1. May I be stabbed on behalf of you, is a phrase used in the Southern region of Saudi, it's only said to the very close and loved ones, whether a mother, father, son, husband, wife. It means the one would sacrifice his life for this beloved.
  The second phrase: it has almost the same meaning but it's used as a response.
• 2. The Southern region of Saudi Arabia is rainy almost all of the year. So this could be a metaphour like his emotions comes out as rain drops over his land.
• 3. Abha: a Southern city known of it's mountains and cool weather
• 4. Like if hearing such phrases from his beloved is music to his ears. It could also mean that hearing it raises his heart beats to a level where he can dance on his heart beats. I mean Arabian gulf music is based on beats check this video on 4:30 , that's why such metaphour is used in poems.
• 5. Saudi Southern dance called 'Khatwa Jenoubia' means 'Southern step' this is a video of the dance The video footage is in Saudi Southern region.

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Lo, Just A Year Ago - With Bitter Anguish...

Lo, just a year ago - with bitter anguish,
In mad nostalgia I was leaving you,
It seemed to me: for ages I would languish,
For I have lost both life and joy with you.
 
A year have passed - in torment of oblivion
You disappeared as longtime distant dream,
And only sometimes I recall as trivia
The bygone days, when I saw nightly dreams.
 
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The Good News

Peter:
All my life I had
routine, routine,
my feet stuck in the nets1
getting uip, sailing,
fishing, going back to bed.
I was like fish
that suffocate in the free air
and look, he is coming..
 
John:
All my life I had
routing, routine,
starting, restarting,
my eyes on reflections
going back, cleaning up,
I was llike scorpions
who walk backwards
and at last he is coming.
 
Together:
The Good News is him
The Good New is crazy
The Good News is him
The good News is us.
 
Judas:
All my life I had
routine, routine,
my heart trapped by my thoughts
and as the only future
to have been born to die
he undoes our bonds
I will get rid of mine,
at last he is coming.
 
Peter:
All my life I had
routine, routine,
my hands that bled on the lines.
 
Judas and John:
he said 'raise your heads'
 
Peter:
The Kingdome is a party
 
Peter and Judas
Only he knows our worth.
 
Together:
We are the new men
he is coming.
 
Together:
The Good News is him
The Good New is crazy
The Good News is him
The good News is us.
 
Judas:
He says 'follow me, leave everything'
 
Peter:
That's fine, us, we've got nothing.
 
John:
Fortunate2 are the meek and the little children.
 
Peter, Judas:
Tht's fine, we like life.
 
John:
Life is eternal.
 
Together:
It is ours if we follow him,
if we follow him.
 
The Good News is him
The Good News is crazy
The Good News is him
The Good News is us.
 

• 1. always the same
• 2. or happy

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Crne oči

Beli sneg svetluca
Crne oči
Jesen će postati leto
Crne oči
Omađijan sam tobom
Crne oči
Zaslepile su me oči
Crne oči
 
Refren:
Crne oči
Prisećam se-umirem
Crne oči
Samo o tebi maštam
Crne oči
Najlepše
Crne oči
Crne oči
Crne oči
 
Crne oči pamte sve
Kako smo se voleli
Srcem osećam da
Onako kako ti mene voliš
Tako niko voleti ne ume
Crne oči
Najlepše
Crne oči
 
(Refren:)
 
Pišeš pisma,
Šalješ ih
Iščekuješ odgovore
Ali ja naravno znam:
Čekaš li il' ne čekaš
Čekaš,kada pada kiša,mila moja
Najlepše,crne oči
 
(Refren:)
 

Molding Our Futures

Versions: #3
From as far back as I can remember, I’d always hated myself. But somehow, I’d all but forgotten.
I wonder why. I bet it was the moment that I first met you.
Whoever the person in front of me was, I would think they were hiding something.
I was never very good at smiling, yet the time I spent wearing a smile kept increasing.
 
I’m not afraid of all the time passing by. I’m sure tomorrow will be wonderful. That’s what this song is about.
 
And I will say, “Thank you so much. Good-bye for now. I’m home.”
I hope that we can stay like this, so comfortably, forever and ever.
 
Ever since I was born I’ve been running away, from loving others and being loved in return.
Dealing with people is so intimidating. That goes double for when my heart’s put on display.
Of course, I’ve known the truth all along, the truth that I’m the one who’s in the wrong.
I can’t say for sure just how well it’ll go, but if nothing else I can give it an honest try.
 
I know I’ve hurt many people. I gave up on them before they even had a chance. Now’s the time to make amends.
 
And I will say, “Thank you so much. Good-bye for now. I’m home.”
I hope that we can stay like this, so comfortably, believing in each other.
 
If only I could rewrite everything I’ve ever done until now.
If only I could toss all of my failures into the trash where they belong.
And because of how I am, if all you you do is tell me that you’ve fallen in love with me,
That’s enough. That’s enough. That’s far, far more than enough.
I can stick out my chest, and with a loud voice, finally say I’m proud to be me.
Please tell me, tell me that it’s okay for me to come back whenever I want.
I’m finally willing to be myself with all of my heart.
And all for you, to do the same for the one who never stopped believing in me.
 
And I will say, “Thank you so much. Good-bye for now. I’m home.”
I hope that we can stay like this, so comfortably, even far into the future.
 

Daididau (*nickname)

Versions: #2
I picked a pen and wrote a letter to you my dear,
Beauty of your face is like moon on 14th day,
When I recall you, my lovely,
It drives misery inside me which is harden.
 
Oh, Daididau,
You drive misery inside me which is harden.
 
Is it true that you left me my dear friend,
Did you decide to get apart?
It seemed we would never get apart,
What can I do if you broke your promise.
 
Oh, Daididau,
What should I do if you broke your promise.
 

A Dark-Eyed Young Cossack Girl

A dark-eyed young cossack girl
Once did shoe my horse's hooves,
Then she asked me for some silver -
Gave herself little value.
What's your name, my little dear?
And this dear said to me:
My name can only be heard,
In the gallop of a steed.
 
I went riding down a street,
And I galloped down a road.
On a path, among the brown,
and the greyest of all stones.
Masha, Zina, Dasha, Nina?
None of them, it seems, are her.
'Katya, Katya,' cutting through me,
From the horseshoes can be heard.
 
From that time, starting to ride,
In a gallop, the first step,
'Katya, Katya, Katerina,'
I whisper to myself again.
What a massive fool I am,
I've already another!
But, my Katya, like a song, can't be
Dragged out from my soul, brother.
 
A dark-eyed young cossack girl
Once did shoe my horse's hooves,
Then she asked me for some silver -
Gave herself little value.
What's your name, my little dear?
And this dear said to me:
My name can only be heard,
In the gallop of a steed.
 

The City, Baked in Moonlight

Through the curtains the moonlight comes pouring
So now to this letter my pen begins flowing
Should now be the signal to the end of my life
This note will be pinned to the wall with that knife
 
The various reasons behind various things
On this journey that traces my whole history
Detailed in this regrettable itinerary
This pen looks to me no different than a blade
 
My wild imagination imposes itself upon my feelings
To somebody’s heart these bullets are connecting
In this city the sky up above is slowly burning
Bust my gut at the city I always thought laughed at me
 
Thus began the days that I spent trying to flee
Only to be cornered with nowhere behind me
I stood there waving around my freedom like a weapon
Only for it to spin back around and cut my head off
 
Shut in their head, eyes frozen lead
Hands held and red, my life it mends
Journey ahead, when will it end
A dream in bed, over once said
 
So burn this world. Burn it all dead
Burn it all dead. Burn it all dead.
Rain in droplets. On feet they fled.
On feet they fled. On feet they fled.
 

Surrender

When grievances will come to nothing,
When you are ready to burn in the fire,
When you are ready to forgive me,
Let me in at dawn.
When the desires prevail,
When against thirst will remain with you forever
I will cease to fear that the wrath of heaven
Tells me 'This is the end.'
 
Surrender! A draw in your war, and I ask – come back.
Surrender! In my desert you are a mirage, but you do not disappear.
I did not believe, that the soul without love, as without water, dries up.
I'm not your enemy anymore. Surrender!
 
At a distance of two steps,
When I touch you are ready
Give me your word, that there will not be an abyss and
Love will be saved.
When your trap snaps shut,
When I'm ready to die from this wounds,
Give me your word, that you will cease to execute me,
Became a brutal game.
 
Surrender! A draw in your war, and I ask – come back.
Surrender! In my desert you are a mirage, but you do not disappear.
I did not believe, that the soul without love, as without water, dries up.
I'm not your enemy anymore Surrender!
 
I'm not your enemy anymore!
 
Surrender! A draw in your war, and I ask – come back.
Surrender! In my desert you are a mirage, but you do not disappear.
I did not believe, that the soul without love, as without water, dries up.
I'm not your enemy anymore.
Surrender! A draw in your war, and I ask – come back.
Surrender! In my desert you are a mirage, but you do not disappear.
I did not believe, that the soul without love, as without water, dries up.
I'm not your enemy anymore. Surrender!