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Bez reci

[Stih 1]
Secam se kako je sve pocelo
Osecaj topline do kraja leta
I nasi mali zivoti, delovali su tako veliki tada
Skoro smo dostizali zvezde
I ja sam velika crna zvezda
I ti si mi rekao
 
[Pre-refren]
Ako me volis, onda reci da me volis
I moj si
Hej hajde dragi, prestani sa skrivanjem
Reci sta ti je na umu
 
[Refren]
Uh, volela sam te
Ali si me ostavio bez reci tada
Reci, ako me volis, onda reci da me volis
I moj si
 
[Stih 2]
Secam se kako je sve pocelo
Osecaj topline do kraja leta
I nasi mali zivoti, delovali su tako veliki tada
Skoro smo dostizali zvezde
I ja sam velika crna zvezda
I ti si mi rekao
 
[Pre-refren]
Ako me volis, onda reci da me volis
I moj si
Hej hajde dragi, prestani sa skrivanjem
Reci sta ti je na umu
 
Uh, volela sam te
Ali si me ostavio bez reci tada
Reci, ako me volis, onda reci da me volis
I moj si
 
[Post-refren]
Ostavio si me bez reci
Bez reci
Ostavio si me bez reci
 
Ostavio si me bez reci
Bez reci
Ostavio si me bez reci
Bez reci
 
[Odjava]
Pa ako me volis, onda reci da me volis
I moj si
Hej hajde dragi
Bez reci
 

A thousand years

You left this city one day all of a sudden.
I am getting wet in the rain alone.
No one else can know my pain apart from you.
Every hour I am aging a thousand years.
 
My dreams and visions have been cut in half.
Day by day my heart is more in pain.
I do not know how I can live like this.
Every hour I am aging a thousand years.
 
The days and months and years joining up.
How to wait a whole life like that.
Those who do not love cannot know the meaning of longing.
Every hour I am aging a thousand years.
 

Maybe I'm stronger as you think

I got the luck in the grip with you.
That I thought now is the ship sinking.
Now also my dreams are going down.
 
Now I feel how you clock around,
and laugh sunnily though you are freezing.
But you also know we have to go forward.
Say now how it goes forward and don't spare me.
Remove the veil from the face of the truth.
 
Maybe I'm stronger as you think,
that I love you that you already know
But I don't let someone lie to me.
Maybe I'm stronger as you think,
and if it hurts I'll let itto, because I want to understand you,
don't let our ship sink.
Just believe in me.
 
I know myself good and I know you
you are half the world for me.
But let us explain a lot before they fall silent.
You know that you can talk,
without taboos, without fear
we could always trust each other blindly.
 
If you see me cry
then you think that it's your fault
come and look at me and sometimes trust me more.
 
Maybe I'm stronger as you think,
that I love you that you already know
But I don't let someone lie to me.
Maybe I'm stronger as you think,
and if it hurts I'll let itto, because I want to understand you,
don't let our ship sink.
Just believe in me.
 
I want you to never lose me again,
Because the truth is us!
 
Maybe I'm stronger as you think,
that I love you that you already know
But I don't let someone lie to me.
Maybe I'm stronger as you think,
and if it hurts I'll let itto, because I want to understand you,
don't let our ship sink.
Just believe in me.
 
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Let's Go My Darling

From Granada to Casablanca
I buried my imagination
A guitar and a gypsy sings
Sings about my Andalusia
When I arrive to Casablanca
You dance for me on the beach
With your black eyes my chiquita
And your enamored mouth
Enamored just like you
Enamored just like you
Enamored just like you
Like you, like you, nobody is like you ...
 
Let's go let's go
Darling let's go
Let's get happy and say 'Oh my goodness!'
Let's go let's go
Darling let's go
Let's get happy and say 'Oh my goodness!'
 
Let's keep going
Let's keep going
Let's keep going
Oh my torment, my torment, my torment
I tell him 'god willing'
 
Your eyes are beautiful
Your lips are a song
Your eyes are beautiful
Your lips are a song
Oh my torment, my torment, my torment
I tell him 'god willing'
 

Robin Wiliams

Oh kakva noć, oh kakva noć, suze u mojim očima, gledam u nebo u neverici
'Imam glas u glavi, imam glas u glavi'
to reče, sve što trebamo je malo komičnog osveženja.
 
Ali ja se bojim da se više nikada neću moći smejati. (oh)
Kakav će život biti kada više ne budemo imali heroja?
 
Mi ne znamo šta sledeći čovek proživljava, kad bi barem to znao reći na jednostavniji način.
Rekao sam mi ne znamo, život me podseća na Robina Williamsa, moramo smehom oterati bol.
Mi ne znamo šta sledeći čovek proživljava, kad bi barem to znao reći na jednostavniji način.
Rekao sam mi ne znamo, život me podseća na Robina Williamsa, moramo smehom oterati bol.
Smehom oterati bol.
 
John Belushi je poznavao tebe i mene bolje nego što sami sebe znamo i svi smo slušali Richarda Pryora. (Ya)
Mislio sam nemoj izvoditi Philip a Seymoura Hoffmana često,
sad je on jedan od onih koje smo izgubili u vatri (Bože, da)
 
Ali ja se bojim da se više nikada neću moći smejati.
Kakav će život biti kada više ne budemo imali heroja?
 
Mi ne znamo šta sledeći čovek proživljava, kad bi barem to znao reći na jednostavniji način.
Rekao sam mi ne znamo, život me podseća na Robina Williamsa, moramo smehom oterati bol.
Mi ne znamo šta sledeći čovek proživljava, kad bi barem to znao reći na jednostavniji način.
Rekao sam mi ne znamo, život me podseća na Robina Williamsa, moramo smehom oterati bol.
 
(Oh) Čuješ li me Chris Farley?
(Ah) Bernie čuješ li me?
 
Mi ne znamo šta sledeći čovek proživljava, kad bi barem to znao reći na jednostavniji način
Rekao sam mi ne znamo, život me podseća na Robina Williamsa, moramo smehom oterati bol
Mi ne znamo što sledeći čovek proživljava, kad bi barem to znao reći na jednostavniji način
Rekao sam mi ne znamo, život me podseća na Robina Williamsa, moramo smehom oterati bol
Smehom oterati bol
 
Phil Hartman možeš li me čuti? (Oh, yes)
Robin može li me čuti ?
 

Why is the Love Red

Before you came, I was content with just me
Never needed anyone else, to be able to breathe
Before you came, could hear what they said
But they were so far away to me
Now I find words I've never said
Now I want you to stay with me tonight
 
Why is the love red
Wherefrom does it get its glow
Bodies that meet each other
Everything I've ever needed
Nothing makes me turn
Want to be together with you
You who can make me feel
Live for you
 
Don't notice those who are outside and grey
Feels like everything is disappearing
Only you are here
'Cause since you came, you've made me understand
That I've waited for, waited for you
Now I find words I've never said
Now I want you to stay with me tonight
 
Why is the love red
Wherefrom does it get its glow
Bodies that meet each other
Everything I've ever needed
Nothing makes me turn
Want to be together with you
You who can make me feel
Live for you
 
Why is the love red
Wherefrom does it get its glow
Bodies that meet each other
Everything I've ever needed
Nothing makes me turn
Want to be together with you
You who can make me feel
Live for you
 

Am I perhaps bad?

Am I perhaps bad?
I'm just claiming my rights, after all
Am I perhaps bad?
Saying that would be unfair
Am I perhaps bad?
I'm just claiming my rights, after all
Am I perhaps bad?
No, really, am I really so bad?
 
In nature this rule applies (this beautiful rule)
Which every creature understands
That the stronger one prevails
Now I'm going to show you how it works
One animal is strong, and so it beats it
It bites and hits and kicks
And the other one gets eaten
So it can be forgotten
It probably wasn't so fit (enjoy your meal)
So, please?
 
Am I perhaps bad?
I'm just claiming my rights, after all
Am I perhaps bad?
Saying that would be unfair
Am I perhaps bad?
I'm just claiming my rights, after all
Am I perhaps bad?
No, really, am I really so bad?
 
In business this rule applies (this beautiful rule)
Which every creature understands
The big people with the money (people with the money)
Make this earth turn
Only what's big can flourish
So I have to expand
And my company sign gets bigger
So be careful
Take care of yourself
And I'll take care of myself, myself, myself, myself, myself
(Greatness speaks for itself)
 
Caution, I'm singing
Smoggy smog
Shloppity shlopp
You can complain, but I'm never going to push the dying to a stop (stop)
 
Do you guys perhaps mean I'm really so bad?
 
Am I perhaps bad?
The ecomomy is booming, I'm just its servant
Am I perhaps bad?
I get along pretty well with cuddly animals
Am I perhaps bad?
A man who also pays for charity purposes
Am I perhaps bad?
No, really, am I really so bad? Come on!
 
The people want to consume
The profits are exploding
Our angry citizens are protesting
And the lawyers are denying
Because trees are losing their crown
Oh, I might even have fun
 
No, really! No, really, am I really so bad?
 
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No puedo decir adiós

'Porque estoy contigo otra vez, y no puedo decir adiós'
 
He parado sólo para decir 'hola' otra vez.
Sólo para verte y preguntarte 'cómo te va'.
No debería quedarme mucho rato, hay alguien
esperándome afuera, eso es, afuera,
pero estoy contigo otra vez, y no puedo decir adiós.
 
No puedo decir adiós como lo dije antes,
no puedo irme, amor, y dejarte parada a la puerta.
Miro alrededor, al mundo que una vez fue mío,
fui un loco al dejarlo todo atrás.
No puedo irme ahora, a pesar de tratar y tratar
pero estoy contigo otra vez, y no puedo decir adiós.
Estoy contigo otra vez, y no puedo decir adiós.
 

Also, of the maids

Versions: #2
O noblest greenness, who have your roots in the sun,
and who shine in bright serenity on the wheel,
whom no earthly excellence contains:
You are held all around by the embraces of the divine mysteries.
You glow red like the dawn, and you burn like the sun’s fire.
 

Robinson

When I was a child I loved to play Robinson
It was my favorite game
Let's play it!
How?
This way!
 
Yes, yes, yes
I am Robinson again
You, you, you
You are Roibinson too
He, he, he
He is Robinson too
In this season we sing about Robinson
 
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
He is walking around the earth
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
In the Robinson season
It's nice to live in this world
 
Where are you, Robinson?
Hey, Robinson!
Robinson, what a Robinson!
I like him so much!
Me too!
You, you, you
Maybe, you are Robinson?
Maybe, me?
Me!
Most likely he is
 
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
He is walking around the earth
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
In the Robinson season
It's nice to live in this world
 
Me, me, me
I am Robinson today
You, you, you
You are Robinson too
He, he, he
He is Robinson too
In this season we sing about Robinson
Me, me, me
You are Robinson too
And me?
You, you, you
You are Robinson too
He, he, he
He is Robinson too
In this season we sing about Robinson
 
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
(Robinson!)
He is walking around the earth
(Where are you?)
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
In the Robinson season
It's nice to live in this world
Very good!
 
Where is that island?
Where is it?
There is everything
Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
Even Monday
But where is the island?
 
Me, me, me
Me, me, me
You, you, you
You, you, you
He, he, he
And he too
In this season...
Me, me, me
We sing...
We sing, sing...
You, you, you
Everybody!
He, he, he
Well done, guys!
In this season we sing about Robinson
 
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robi
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robi
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robi
He is walking around the earth
Robi-Robi-Robinson
Robi-Robi-Robinson
In the Robinson season
It's nice to live in this world
Very good!
 

My heart is a violin

My heart is a violin
On which your bow plays
And which vibrates all the way
Pressed against your cheeks
 
As long as the air is lively and jolly
Like a chorus of madness
As long as the weary sound
Trembles in melancholy
 
In the night drawing to a close
My heart is filled with you
The music is a dream
That vibrates under your fingers
 
The gentle stroking of your fingers
Causes my desire to become so strong
That it even intoxicates me
And dies at the agreement's end
 
La la la la...
 
As long as the air is lively and jolly
Like a chorus of madness
As long as the weary sound
Trembles in melancholy
 
And vibrating in unison
My heart is a violin...
 

amazarashi - Living Dead (リビングデッド) Song 2018

Living dead
 
Take a closer look: they run rampant in an age where nobody can be innocent.
 
Even as they condemn one another, they just grow apathetic again.
 
The hole that opened up when love left us -there are no idols large enough to fill it here.
 
Or at the very least are none in my room.
 
They keep stuff like ''I want to keep living'' and ''I just want to die already''
 
Oh, living dead.
 
Oh, living dead.
 
They wander idly through life.
 
Some say, ''I can't take this anymore!'' as they jump from rooftops.
 
The rest have faces that say ''That's none of my business. If I can live without taking that responsibility, then I'll do just that.''
 
Even though there's no such thing as ''eternity'', we made up a world for it, and now we choke up with tears at impermanence.
 
When we scream our regrets, weaknesses, and tears loud enough, they become songs.
 
So to the people whose tears won't dry up: go on and sing!
 
Let's stop throwing stones at each other when we falter and fail.
 
After all, everyone makes mistakes sometimes.
 
In fact, we're already making one right now: Because we're linving in an age where it's no skin off your back if you don't love your neighbor, and understanding each other isn't such a simple thing to do.
 
''Which way was it? I don't care anymore. I'll just go where I want.''
 
Oh, living dead.
 
Oh, living dead.
 
They aren't hindered by the corpses they wear.
 
They don't back.
 
They can't turn back.
 
But even still, they can't choose a path.
 
Never looking back, always gazing up at tomorrow's sky.
 
Even though there's no such thing as ''correct'', we made up a word for it.
 
Tomorrow, yet again, we'll be clinging to our hatchets.
 
When we confess by ourselves our cowardice, crimes, and disgrace, they become songs.
 
So to the people who won't be forgiven: go on and sing!
 
If we're searching for righteousness, then at the very least won't find it here. We won't find it here.
 
A steam train could make a full journey, fuelled by all the mistaken emotions of dejected losers.
 
It's all horseshit.
 
We have no choice but to give up on honesty and integrity. We've dirtied our hands.
 
And if some haughty prick belittles that as worthless drivel, I'll kill them it their sleep.
 
Burn away your unfulfilled wishes.
 
Burn away your unrealized dreams.
 
Burn away your fruitless resentment.
 
Burn away the nights that never fully died.
 
Even though there's no such thing as ''absolute'', we made up a word for it.
 
Why are we always keeping an eye out for what our neighbors might do?
 
When we sink our inferioty complexes and self-loathing down to the bottom, they become songs.
 
So to the people who can't quite die: go on and sing!
 

A tale heard in the transportation depot

So I was on my way to delivering some gravel
in my old wreck of a
and I drove slowly, chatting with a chick
to which I gave a ride, just for the company.
I talked to her tenderly, like to a princess,
yet she must have weighted about 20 stones1.
Had she been working as a stewardess
the plane would never have lifted off the ground.
 
I said 'Bonjour madame merci l'amour toujours2 or something,
I would be delighted to know your name.'
And she said: 'Pardon me, my name is Nyurka3,
and what about yours? How should I call you?'
I told her I was Grisha4, also unmarried,
a lone traveller since young age,
and I added that I was pretty well-off,
with a plump wallet in my pocket5 for more than 30 years.
 
After a dozen kilometers or so,
I quietly stopped the GAZ-51 and told her
I had busted the [beep]ing shaft and we were up [beep] creek.
Then I quietly drove in neutral toward the forest.
She said: 'You're taking the piss, I bet the shaft is fine.
You just have something on your mind, but that's ok, I'm game'
And of course everyone around here knows I'm an adept [beep]er,
and I thought 'great, now she's all mine'.
 
I climbed onto her, but the cabin is pretty small, you see,
and her navel squeezed me right against the roof.
Out of breath, I said 'My dear Nyurka,
let's get out of here, I can't stand it any longer!'
We went to a forest patch, that was easy to find,
and she immediately forgot all about her, hmm, modesty.
I [beep]ed her blind6 and gave her six [beep]ing helpings!
 
She said: 'Exhausted already, you scoundrel?
Now I'll climb on top of you and squash you on the spot.
Come on, get a move on, why did you stop?
Faster, come on, shake it until I [beep]!'
I can endure quite a lot, but still I'm not her pig,
and I have an (appointment?) at half past five.
And then I said to myself: 'come on, driver Egorov,
give her a good [beep]ing and let her run away home.
I lifted her with difficulty and gave her (hell).
'Get lost, you [beep]' I shouted as she ran.
'Well, you wanted a good [beep],
but how many times is it possible? I went to 7 already.'
I walked back and happily sat in my cool truck
I reversed along the track and was back to the long road in no time,
and I laughed about the whole [beep]ing story as I drove,
thinking to myself those chicks were nothing but [beep].
 
Now listen further:
 
After delivering the gravel, I immediately went to the pub,
to get myself a good beer after a long ride.
But when I put my hand in my pocket, I immediately realized
my plump wallet was gone!
 
I am the GAZ driver!
 
- Come on Petrovich7, finish your story. Pour him another drink!
 
I am the GAZ driver!
 
- Petrovich is pissed! Pour him another!
- Another glass for Petrovich!
- Bring 'em up!
 
Now I will give an advice to all at the end of my story:
In order not to loose your wallet ever,
don't fool around with chicks nor stray into the forest,
and your wallet shall always stay with you!
 

• 1. 7 puds, which puts the girl's weight around 115 kg or 18 stones (rounded up for luck, making the poor girl about 10% heavier)
• 2. 'Hello miss thanks love always' in (broken) French
• 3. A diminutive of 'Anna'
• 4. A diminutive of 'Grigory'
• 5. 'my pocket had not been empty'
• 6. '(so hard) that my eyes went blurry'
• 7. His father's name, I guess. The full name must be Grigory Petrovich Egorov

Eucharius, you walked a joyous road

Versions: #2
1a. Eucharius,
you walked a joyous road
when you stayed with the son of God,
touching him
and seeing the miracles that he wrought.
 
1b. You loved him perfectly
whilst your comrades were terrified:
for they were only human,
they had no power
to gaze perfectly on what is good.
 
2a. But you embraced him
in the ardent love of total charity,
when you gathered to yourself
the sheaves of his commands.
 
2b. Eucharius,
you were truly blissful
when the word of God
imbued you with the fire of the dove,
at which you were irradiated like a dawn
and thus built the foundation for Ecclesia.
 
3a. And in your heart sparkles the day
on which three tabernacles
stand high over a marble pillar
in the city of God.
 
3b. With your lips Ecclesia savors
old wine and new,
that is, the cup of holiness.
 
4a. In your teaching, what is more,
Ecclesia was made rational,
so that she called out on the mountains
and the hills and forests stooped
to suckle at her breasts.
 
4b. Now, with your radiant voice,
pray to the Son of God for this flock,
lest it fail in the divine rites:
rather let it become a living holocaust
before God’s altar.
 

Jerusalem, city of gold

Jerusalem, city of gold,
graced with royal purple,
building of utmost bounty,
you never-darkened light,
you are made beautiful
in the dawn, and in the sunlight’s blaze.
 
You blessed childhood,
sparkling in the dawn,
and you, admirable time of youth,
burning in sunlight.
 
In these, noble Rupert,
you gleamed like a gem,
so you cannot be obscured
by foolish men:
the valley cannot hide the mountain.
 
Jerusalem, your windows
are framed wondrously
with topaz and sapphire.
 
As your brightness, Rupert, gleams in them,
you cannot be obscured
by the apathy of men’s ways:
the valley cannot hide the mountain –
crowned with roses, lilies and purple,
in a true vision.
 
Tender flower of the field,
and sweet green of the apple,
fruit with no bitter core,
enticing no hearts into crimes!
 
Noble urn
that remains untarnished,
not drunk to the dregs
in the dance in the ancient cave,
nor destroyed
in the attacks of the ancient ravager –
the Holy Spirit makes music over you,
for you belong to the dances of angels,
since in the Son of God you are made beautiful,
having no flaw.
 
What a glorious urn you are,
Rupert,
you who in your childhood
and youth
thirsted for God, in fear of God,
in the embrace of love,
and in the softest fragrance of holy works!
 
Jerusalem,
your foundations are set
with fiery stones,
that is, with publicans and sinners:
they were the lost sheep,
but, found through the Son of God,
they raced towards you
and were set in you.
 
Thus your walls flash with living stones
which, through a supreme exertion of good will,
flew like clouds in the heavens.
 
And so your towers, Jerusalem,
glint red and white through the redness
and whiteness of the saints
and all the limbs of God made beautiful –
you lack none, Jerusalem.
 
As for you, made beautiful
and crowned,
who live in Jerusalem,
and you, Rupert,
who are their companion in this habitation,
help us, the household
laboring in exile!
 

De vuelta a Montego Bay

A través de montañas celestes debo ir
de vuelta a la mujer que amo tanto,
yo le dije que volvería algún día,
que volvería a Montego Bay.
 
Dejé Montego Bay en busca de fortuna
para hacer mía a la mujer que quiero.
Ahora que mi fortuna he encontrado,
voy a escalar montañas celestes y luego descender..
 
A Montego Bay, Montego Bay,
Dejé a mi amor en Montego Bay,
Montego Bay, Montego Bay,
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
 
Si me lleva cien días y cien noches,
poniendo un pie delante del otro
a través de montañas celestes iré
de vuelta a la mujer que amo tanto.
 
Montego Bay, Montego Bay,
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
Montego Bay, Montego Bay,
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
voy de vuelta a Montego Bay.
voy de vuelta a ... (se va extinguiendo)
 

Mathias, a saint through being chosen

Mathias, a saint through being chosen,
a champion in his victory,
did not know himself chosen before the Lamb’s blood was shed:
he was tardy in knowledge,
like a man who is not perfectly awake.
 
God’s gift aroused him,
so that for joy he rose like a giant
in his strength:
God foresaw him
as he had foreseen the man
whom he formed of clay
when the first angel,
who denied God, fell.
 
The man who saw his choice,
alas, alas, he fell!
 
He had oxen and rams at his bidding,
yet he looked away from them,
turned his back
and abandoned them.
 
Thus he plunged in the pit of coal
and, kissing his own desires,
in his ardor
he raised them high, like an Olympus.
 
Then Mathias, divinely chosen,
rose like a giant,
because God set him
in the place that Judas, the lost, rejected:
 
O wondrous miracle
that shone through him thus!
 
For God foresaw him
in his miracles,
though he had not yet the merit of accomplishment,
but the mystery of God
had joy in him,
joy that in its original plan
it did not have.
 
Joy of joys
that God works in this way,
when he lavishes his grace on one who does not know,
so that the child does not know
where the grown man will fly,
whose wings God has given to the child!
 
For God savors the one
who does not know himself,
because his voice
is crying out to God,
as Mathias cried,
saying:
God, my God,
who created me,
all my works are yours!
 
So now let all Ecclesia take joy
in Mathias,
he whom God thus chose in the cleft where the
dove nestles.
Amen.
 

The Goldfinch

The goldfinch spread her wings
And flew far away
To seek food for her younglings
Her soft baby chicks
 
Tweet tweet tweet tweet
It's spring today, the nest is teeming with life
Five tiny adorable baby chicks
 
And at noontime
The goldfinch, she is back
And they all sing and rejoice
How happy is the family
 
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It's spring today, the nest is teeming with life
Five tiny adorable baby chicks
 
Nighttime is nearing
The goldfinch spreads her wings
And they all close their eyes
Getting a good night sleep
 
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Silence all around, they're all sleeping by now
Five tiny adorable baby chicks
 

Boniface

Boniface,
the living light saw you
in the likeness of a sage,
you who returned to God
the pure rivulets flowing from God
when you bedewed
the greenness of the flowers.
Thus you are a friend of the living God
and a lucent crystal in the graciousness
of the paths of right,
on which, sage-like, you ran.
 

If ever you need me I'm there for you

Days like lead
so without you
and I'm going crazy.
I ring you
but in vain
it doesn't get the pain out of me.
It gets worse with every night
and yet it was once supposed to be forever.
 
No matter where you, you are still close to me
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
It doesn't change
Even if my heart breaks,
[and] you need me, I'm there for you.
 
I was sure all this time
That somehow things would go well.
I hear you laughing,
[I] feel I'm crying,
I no longer come close enough.
I feel so wrong
can not live without you!
 
No matter where you are, you are still close to me
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
It does not change
Even if my heart breaks,
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
 
I can't say what'll happen with us [now],
Turning back while on the wrong path
Is never too late
 
I feel so wrong
can't live without you!
 
No matter where you are, you are still close to me
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
It does not change
Even if my heart breaks,
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
 
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
 
If [ever] you need me I'm there for you.
 

Why are you silent, Serbian brother?

Get up, get up, get up Serb!
Why are you silent, silent Serbian brother?
Lift up your head, glory calls upon you.
Glory calls you to the holy land,
to that Serbian Kosovo field. 2x
 
Why are you silent, silent Serbian brother? 2x
Get up, get up, get up Serb! 2x
Hey do you hear me, hey do you remember
that terrible curse.
Do you still remember King Lazar,
Kosovo field and the chivalrous battle. 2x
 
Why are you silent, silent Serbian brother? 2x
Get up, get up, get up Serb! 2x
Serbian brother rouse yourself and go,
open your eyes let them see the dark.
Let it see the enemy, let it hear the enemy,
Serbs are still alive, the Serb is a hero! 2x
Why are you silent, silent Serbian brother? 2x
 

I'm sad anyway

When we hit our children
in the face and on the butt
because we cannot stand ourselves
I'm sad anyway
 
When freedom of speech dies out
Noone against, noone in favour
When one only advertises for hypocrysy
I'm sad anyway
 
When I see myself spied on
Everywhere and nowhere
No matter where I go
I'm sad anyway
 
When a friend bolts to the West
Someone smiles mischievously
And noone trusts each other
I'm sad anyway
 
When one offers the highest prices
For threshed empty straw
And one rents out one's brain
I'm sad anyway
 
When the ideals are fucked up
And hope is nowhere to find
And boredom eats at us
I'm sad anyway
 
And i think about the poet
Who fled into optimism
Only for friendly faces
I'm sad anyway
 
When the houses beat us up
With the barbwire level
Tears only at drinking binges
I'm sad anyway
 
When I think of the prison
Ours and elsewhere
All the dismounted benches
I'm sad anyway
 
When I continue singing regardless
I carry the risk, too
And the head already in the noose
I'm sad anyway
 
Man, as long as we continue laughing
And we don't feel alone
And we can sitll do something
It's okay if I'm sad.
 

Sparrow’s song

1
I don't need either toys,
or the colored pencils
because of sparrow
who has lodged near the birdfeeder.
if only he obeyed better,
this cunning mischievous bird …
I have decided just in case
to learn bird language.
 
Refrain:
Tweet-tweet-tweet
Tweet-tweet-tweet
everyone needs friends.
Tweet-tweet-tweet
Tweet-tweet-tweet
even sparrows do.
 
2
So many tasty sandwiches,
I crumbled to the birdfeeder.
It is a very hard work to
train a sparrow.
though the people in our district
are surprised.
The sparrow can dance the squat dance,
Clap the hands and sing.
 
Refrain
 
3
We share our lunch,
as friends do.
He chirped about it
to all his sparrows-friends.
I’ll give them the crumbs sweeter than before
and in one week
Everyone will see a real
sparrow round dance.
 
Refrain
 

Bishop of the true city

Versions: #2
Bishop of the true city,
who, mounting heavenward on the temple
of the cornerstone,
were laid low on earth
for the sake of God.
 
You, an alien from the race of this world,
longed to become an exile
for the love of Christ.
 
Mountain of the mind enclosed,
you continually revealed your beauty’s aspect
in the mirror of the dove.
 
In the secret place you hid,
drunk with the scent of flowers,
through the trellis of the saints
glinting towards God.
 
Summit among heaven’s keystones,
that for transparency of life
sold the world,
this contest, gracious confessor,
is with you forever in the Lord.
 
For in your mind
the living spring with its most radiant light
brought forth the purest rivulets
on the path of salvation.
 
You are a great tower
before the altar of the highest God,
and to the summit of this tower you gave shade
with the smoke of fragrances.
 
O Disibod,
in your brightness,
through images of pure sound,
wondrously, you built the limbs of praise,
two-part music,
through the Son of Man.
 
You stand on high,
not blushing before the living God,
and with green dew you protect
those praising God with this song:
 
“O gentle life
and blessed perseverance,
which in this blessed Disibod always built
the most glorious brightness
in the heavenly Jerusalem.
 
Now praise be to God,
and in the form of that priestly beauty,
as he toils manfully.
Let heaven’s citizens rejoice
because of those who imitate them
in this way!
 

Robinson Cano

Before, the ladies never used to talk to me nor hangout with me
Because I wasn't I up there, I was broke
Now your girlfriend wont stop looking at me
Like a base, I will steal her
 
With this one I hit it out the park, Robinson Cano
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
I dont speak of a cold when I say I have everything / a cough
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
And now I have lots of models
Who before used to not hangout with and now they dont leave me alone
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
Im running around with two 40's and Im not talking about millions
Im running around with two 40's and Im not talking about cannons
I have lots of golddiggers, and you know lots of moneybags
I dont want to chill with losers and I dont wanna hang out with free loaders
She wont speak if you dont have money
Dont say anything to her if you dont have money
 
I have a lot of bottles in the club, always VIP
I get the moneybag, I have all the fine women, I am the MVP
Now we look good Now we're fresh
All of my my goals are home runs and you guys get fouls
 
With this one I hit it out the park, Robinson Cano
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
I dont speak of a cold when I say I have everything / a cough
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
And now I have lots of models
Who before used to not hangout with and now they dont leave me alone
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 
Robinson Canó, number 22
Latin Hip hop fame I was left with everything
And before they were pink bottles, now theyre gold
Anywhere I go the whole world looks at me, I always come with the gang
 
With this one I took it out the park Robinson Cano
Robinson Cano Robin Robinson Cano
I dont speak of a cold when I say I have everything / a cough
Robinson Canó, Robin, Robinson Canó
 

O wonder, O how wondrous

O wonder, O how wondrous!
A hidden form, so hard, so high,so steep,
surpasses in its lofty honor—
where Living Height itself
reveals the mysteries.
 
And so, O Disibod,
you shall arise at th’ end of time
as first you rose—
the flow’r of all the branches
of the world
comes to your aid.
 

You used to be beatnik

Hey, where are your high-platform shoes,
And where did you shove your double-breasted suit?
Better put your house slipppers far away, old man,
Come on, earlier you wouldn't give even five cents for them
 
But you used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
You used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
 
You would give away your soul for rock'n'roll,
Extracted from someone's diaphragm's X-Ray.
And now you have TV, newspapers, football,
And your old mom is happy with that
 
But you used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
You used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
 
The rock'n'roll time is gone forever,
Gray hair cooled your yound mind off.
But I believe, and I'm happy to think so,
That deep inside you're still the same.
 
But you used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
You used to be beatnik, o-o-oh
 

You blissful soul

You blissful soul,
whose body,
born of earth,
 
you trod down in the pilgrimage
of this world.
 
Thus by divine rationality,
which made you its own mirror,
you have been crowned.
 
The Holy Spirit, moreover, was wont to gaze
upon you as its own dwelling-place.
 
Thus by divine rationality,
which made you its own mirror,
you have been crowned.
 
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.
 

O virgin Ecclesia

Versions: #2
O virgin Ecclesia,
let us now lament:
for a savage wolf
has stolen your children from your side.
Woe to the cunning serpent!
Yet how precious is
the blood of the Savior,
who beneath the king’s banner
married Ecclesia
to himself,
and so now
seeks her children.
 

Blissful childhood

Blissful childhood
of Disibod, the chosen one,
a childhood so inspired by God
that later your holiest deeds,
among the miracles of God,
were as if you were exuding
the softest scent
of balm.
 

Most blessed Rupert

Most blessed Rupert,
you who in the flower of your age
did not beget
or bear the devil’s vices,
so that you left the shipwrecked
world behind –
now intercede
for those who attend on you in God!
Alleluia.
 

I'm the Hate

I am the fireball,
from which some suns hid away
I race through Outer Space
And where I've been, only a black hole remains
And what I do, you'll never forget
Even out of love I make war
 
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
And proud of it
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
Destruction is fun to me
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
and Satan's Son.
 
I steal your light
because I can't shine on my own
Instead I give you lies,
until your Fantasy breaks
Ich change my skin every day
that's why I seem so familiar
 
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
And proud of it
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
Destruction is fun to me
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
and Satan's Son.
 
I work like a sweet poison
that will get to everyone of you
 
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
And proud of it
I'm the Hate, I'm the Hate
Destruction is fun to me