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I am the chaos

Hey, where do you want to go?
We're still friends
You and I
We're still friends
Aren't we?
Come, come
 
Where do you want to go?
I bring gifts
I don't always
Bring gifts
 
Say, didn't you miss me?
Is everything in order? Is everything in order with you?
Hey, I missed you
I everything in order? Is everything in order with you?
 
Everything is in order
I'm here
 
I am the chaos
Hey, where do you want to go?
I am the chaos
Hey, you know who I am
I am the chaos
 
A dancing star
Always with pleasure, always with pleasure
My star dances
 
My star explodes
In a thousand parts
And I'm not
Cleaning them up
 
Come, come
 
Didn't you miss me?
Is everything in order? Is everything in order with you?
Hey, I missed you
Is everything in order? Is everything in order with you?
 
Everything is in order
You belong to me
 
I am the chaos
Hey, where do you want to go?
I am the chaos
Hey, you know who I am
I am the chaos
 

Twilight is the world colour

Versions: #2
The color of the world is twilight, and is getting darker
Transient light, seeming always to be sunrise
What is our life, which will fly away like a bird?
The place of our home will be grown over with grass
 
His life was short, whom we thought would live long
Darkness eats light, the worms the rose, wounds and pain the heart of man
Death will come without a face, and in one moment disarm us
That which we would take to the other world, none has taken
 
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A Rowan Tree Grows In His Garden...

A rowan tree grows in his garden.
The sorrow is his house warden.
He wears a dirty tattered robe.
With foggy mist the eyes are covered,
The face seems deeply saffron-colored,
His skinny stature's bent like globe.
 
The sanguine hope is gone forever,
From grave misfortunes what will save him?
And now fate tells him to abide.
In front of his hut, sad and dour,
Accursed by mighty evil power,
A bitter rowan stands like bride.
 
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Frozen Heart

When the cold winter wind blows even the river freezes.
Break through it, dig it out - the frozen heart.
 
Sharpen the pure solid ice.
Cut deep, raise it up, test your strength.
 
Be careful, lift it up.
Here we go, whoa!
Be careful, lift it up.
 
Beautiful,
powerful,
dangerous,
that's right.
 
The power that ice has
is magical and very strong.
It can't be controlled by just anyone.
 
When the cold winter wind blows even the river freezes.
Break through it, dig it out - the frozen heart.
 
Sharpen the beautiful solid ice
Cut deep, raise it up, test your strength.
 

Abintra

The children that grew old walk without breaking ranks
covering up their fits of madness and pretending to be sane
 
While looking away from things like deceit and falsehood I just surrender myself as I get shaken
or else...
 
Smash it with that hand stomp on it with that leg
wake up to your fate
and engrave again and again this sign that is absent from this world
If you want to obtain the real you and your future
You would have to accept the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 
How should the hunger in the illusionary streets be filled
Many parched​ mouths are are filled with sand
 
When will we pray, to whom, where to and will it ever reach? No one knows
And yet someday...
 
When a storm rages above the ruined soil
Even if your eyes wither away
search again and again for the sun that sets in the darkness
In order not to be tamed by the fake love
Please don't fear the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 
Smash it with that hand stomp on it with that leg
wake up to your fate
and engrave again and again this sign that is absent from this world
If you want to obtain the real you and your future
You would have to accept the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 
Smash it with that hand stomp on it with that leg
wake up to your fate
and engrave again and again this sign that is absent from this world
If you want to obtain the real you and your future
You would have to accept the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 
When a storm rages above the ruined soil
Even if your eyes wither away
search again and again for the sun that sets in the darkness
In order not to be tamed by the fake love
Please don't fear the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 

Soldier's crown with the laurels

Sun's crown with laurel is the sunshine with gold.
Moon's crown with laurel is the moonlight shining with silver.
What is the crown with laurel of a soldier?
It's iron helmet that made with flame.
 
The helmet is put on the head,
and it's closely to soldier's eyebrows.
Soldier's crown with laurel is the heaviest.
It have to hold up and protect its country.
 
The young head is the noblest.
It is worthy of honor and sadness.
What is the crown with laurel of a soldier like?
It looks like the sunlight lifts sunflower.
 
One, two, three, four,
One, two, three, four,
 
The young head is the noblest.
It is worthy of honor and sadness.
What is the crown with laurel of a soldier like?
It looks like the sunlight The young head is the noblest.
It is worthy of honor and sadness.
What is the crown with laurel of a soldier like?
It looks like the sunlight lifts sunflower.
 
The young head is the noblest.
It is worthy of honor and sadness.
What is the crown with laurel of a soldier like?
It looks like the sunshine to lift up the sunflower,
to lift up he sunflower.
 

Coconut Deodorizer

Dad, I don't have the flu
Gimme the deodorizer
That brings bad luck
 
It's the coconut deodorizer
It gets you high when you inhale it
Here's the deodorizer!
 
If you don't inhale
You can't dance here
Here's the deodorizer
If you don't inhale
You can't dance here
 
Hear the tuim
 

One Day

One day you pack up your things
You're scared and yet you go away
One fine day you feel doors, kick them in and don't believe a word
 
One day you pack up your things
You're scared and yet you go away
One fine day you feel doors, kick them in and don't believe a word
 
One day you pack up your things
You're scared and yet you go away
One fine day you feel doors, kick them in and don't believe a word
 
One day you draw a line beneath everything that has been so far and you live for yourself
One day you don't have a home anymore und now you believe that overnight you are a whole person
 
One morning you know, to stand on your own feet, there's nothing as hard as that
And you see the country with different eyes, for you nothing is more valuable
 
One morning you know, to stand on your own feet, there's nothing as hard as that
And you see the country with different eyes, for you nothing is more valuable
 
One morning you want to see your work acknowledged, you want to be counted on
And you have fun calculating with your own money and with your own head
 

Let’s say I’m talking about Madrid.

Versions: #3
There, where all roads cross,
where the sea is something inconceivable,
where the runaway always returns to,
let’s say I’m talking about Madrid.
 
Where desire travels in elevators
there’s still a hole left for me.
Me, that I leave my life bit to bit on its corners,
let’s say I’m talking about Madrid.
 
Girls no longer want to be princesses
and boys take to pursuing
the sea in a glass of gin,
let’s say I’m talking about Madrid.
 
The birds go visit the shrink,
the stars forget to come out,
death passes by inside white ambulances,
let’s say I’m talking about Madrid.
 
The sun is a butane gas heater
life is an underground train about to leave,
there’s a needle in the toilet,
let’s say I’m talking about Madrid.
 
When Death comes visit me,
carry me down south where I was born,
there’s no more room for anyone here,
let’s say I’m talking about Madrid.
 
about Madrid...
 
about Madrid.
 

nisam ti oprostio

Vreme prolazi,
krivimo sebe,
 
dajes sve drugome...
ali nije dovoljno....
hodam stazama proslosti,
ali nije dovoljno,
puta nazad nema kao ni oprostaja
 
godine ne staju,
paitanja su svugde,
cak i ako zelim,
oprostaja nema,
svega imam,
iako te volim
srce ti ne prasta
 
svaki pocetak ima kraj
ali nikada nisam mislio da
iako smo se tolko voleli
da je pisano da ne budemo zajedno
iako te volim, ovo srce ti niked nece oprostiti
 
mi smo sanjali
o beskonacnoj ljubavi
a danas govorimo jedno drugom
da i oprostaj nema smisla...
 
o nama smo sanjali
i o beskonacnoj ljubavi,
a sada govorimo jedno drugom
da i oprost nema smisla...
iako te volim, ovo srce nece ti oprostiti
 
godine prolaze,
ostavljaju nas pune pitanja...
iako zelim da...
ovo srce ti ne prasta...
bukv: (iako te volim ja, ovo srce ti ne prasta)
 

Freezing night

Aa, my eyes flow with petals made of snow
gently dyeing my heart in white
I reach out with my fingers trying to scatter a handful of them
 
Someone embraces me and makes feel warmth....
 
The frozen world is reflected in the clear water's surface​
as memories fall in drops and form ripples
My eyelids quiver now that I just want to spin the threads of time
I keep sleeping While dreaming shallow dreams
 
The wish that I hid in my heart
will one day surely be fulfilled
Yes, if I were to open my eyes
I would see someone smiling....
 
Aa, my eyes moisten
and warm lips gently rub off the flowing snow
I entwine my wings as that breath touches my ears
I tightly embrace you and convey my feelings to you....
 
Now within the dream I wander alone
however if were to open my eyes one day
I would see you smiling....
 
I would see you smiling....
 

Foreign Land

Hazy gloom envelops sore heart,
Licks the wounds with cold breeze lava,
Quells the glints of past nirvana
In befuddled weary brain.
 
The remorse here can't be measured,
There's no faith in vain repentance.
Break the walls in savage vengeance -
I can't breathe in here like Cain.
 
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upravo vencani

upravo vencani ovog jutra
kako su samo srecni
upravo vencani napisano na
prozoru njihovog automobila
to mi je slomilo srce
da vidim kako se odvoze
danas sam izgubio jedinu koju volim
 
obucena sva u belu svilu,
bela cipka u njenoj kosi
izgledala je tako ljupko
to je bilo vise nego sto mogu da podnesem
neki ljudi pogodili su da se nikada nisam osecao ovako
videli su suze koje nisam mogao da sakrijem
 
trebalo je da ostanem kod kuce
znala sam sta ce se dogoditi,
ali nesto me je nateralo da dodjem
da je vidim samo jos jednom
upravo vencani ovog jutra
kako su samo srecni.
upravo vencani napisano na
prozoru njihovog automobila.
to mi je slomilo srce
da vidim kako se odvoze
danas sam izgubio jedinu koju volim
 
trebalo je da ostanem kod kuce
znao sam sta ce se dogoditi,
ali nesto me je nateralo da dodjem
da je vidim samo jos jednom
upravo vencani ovog jutra
kako su samo srecni.
upravo vencani napisano na
prozoru njihovog automobila.
to mi je slomilo srce
da vidim kako se odvoze
danas sam izgubio jedinu koju volim.
 

I’ve been forgetting you like a dream

There’s a deep night at the station.
Your train has already gone.
I stand on the platform a long time,
the gesture of farewell is waning
and I’m not even sure how it feels.
 
I’ve been forgetting you,
your face starts fading away.
At the bottom of my heart
an innermost regret is dying down.
I’ve been forgetting you
just like one forgets one’s dreams.
I’ve been forgetting you, forgetting you
like a letter sent to nowhere.
 
I don’t say 'hello', I don’t say 'goodbye'.
Your train is now God knows where.
You are further than far away,
but I still believe,
that I’ll go to that platform again, go at night.
 
I’ve been forgetting you,
your face starts fading away.
At the bottom of my heart
an innermost regret is dying down.
I’ve been forgetting you
just like one forgets one’s dreams.
I’ve been forgetting you, forgetting you
like a letter sent to nowhere.
 
I’ve been forgetting you
just like one forgets one’s dreams.
Then suddenly at midday,
amidst trivial matters,
suddenly you come back out of nowhere...
 

The bingo

I don't know why I play this
I don't know why I come to the bingo,
knowing that if I come to the bingo,
I not only make a mistake
but also I lose in the bingo
the four jackpots I have.
 
I come to pass the time
but instead of having a good time
I get rebel, I get poisoned,
I get upset, I get furious
and I end up angry,
seeing that I'm missing the four
and the one next to me does bingo.
And I get the seven things
and I get red
and you gotta see secretly
what I do to who yelled.
 
And though I play, I don't deny
I must recognize that
the game is foolish.
It's useless to have talent
you don't even need a career,
the invention is so innocent
that anybody can play it.
On the week days
on saturdays or on sundays,
the smartest does a line
and the foolest does a bingo.
 
This is not a pool
that estimating can be useful,
there's no need to estimate
neither estimating works.
It's a number that comes
and you look at your card
and you have it or not
and this is it.
 
And how curious is the people
who blames his bad luck
to a thousand different things.
'Well I'm going to that corner
that the good luck comes
with the girl who brings the cards.'
And he changes for hundred girls,
a hundred times of pen
and eighty times of table.
It's not that Baldomero,
that's not the issue,
the issue is being the first
in filling the card.
 
And you gotta see how it leaves
my blood circulation
when I hear from afar
a voice saying 'Line'.
And full of incredulity
I say with stupid face
'Oh, how soon. Line now'.
 
And another thing I can't stand
that my number doesn't come out
after many numbers came out.
For example, I have the three
and comes out the two, the one
the four, the five, the six
and there isn't any left
to come out from one to ten
all come out except for one
which is the one I have, the three.
 
And there I can't take it anymore,
I'm dead as a doornail again
I'm leaving complaining
thinking while I go to sleep
'I don't know why I play this
I don't know why I come to the bingo'
 

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Bunny

Always call you at last gasp
Always busy, other guests
 
Always come to you at once
Needn’t planning in advance
 
Feel like trainer, feel so good
Only come when in my mood
 
You pay visit to my tower
Just to bring from you a flower
 
Kiss is gift you get from me
It is HOT and it is free
 
Way you treat me makes me cower
I’m a wither precious flower
 
Know you
Pet another bunny
That makes me unsunny
And I’m just a backup-honey [2x]
 
Swang by you just for an hour
Throw some bones and take a shower
 
Faith’s my main attribute
I’m a perfect substitute
 
Always take you seriously
Promise stars occasionally
 
Only promises so far
Maybe I’m no worthy star
 
Fold you firmly to my breast
You asked not to leave your nest
 
You said you would never leave
As turned out you deceived
 
Know you
Pet another bunny
That makes me unsunny
And I’m just a backup-honey
 
You’re my sunshine, You’re my sunshine, You’re my sunshine, Sunshine…
You’re my sunshine, You’re my sunshine, You’re my sunshine, Sunshine…
 
Know you
Pet another bunny
That makes me unsunny
And I’m just a backup-honey
 
Know you
Pet another bunny
That makes me unsunny
And I’m just a backup-honey
 

Gabino Barrera

Gabino Barrera wouldn't listen to reason
when he was drinking
He carried a pistol with six clips,
He could please anyone.
He wore a mustache in the shape of a square
His kerchief around his neck
clothes made out of cotton, a leather jacket
His hat rolled up.
 
He put on huaraches on his peasant feet
And sometimes he walked barefoot
But he loved to pay for the Mariachi bands
He didn't care about money.
While holding a bottle of sugar-cane alcohol
he would shout: 'Long live Zapata!'
because he was a peasant, that southern indian
he was a fine man.
 
He was tall, strong, broad-shouldered
His face was very unfriendly
His dark gaze made him
look like a mountain vulture.
Gabino Barrera would leave behind
many women with his children
That's why the people in the area
had put a price on his head.
I remember the night he was shot to death
He had just been with his woman
Eighteen rifle shots rang
and he had no chance.
Gabino Barrera died the way
real men die
For a woman he lost his bet,
just as they are lost in cockfights.
 

Obsesión

High, above the world is the sky,
regardless how deep the sea can be,
there won't be a barrier in the world
that a profound love could break.
 
Love is the bread of life,
love is the divine cup,
love is something nameless
that makes a man be obsessed with a woman.
 
I am obsessed wtth you,
the world is witness of my frensy
and no matter how hard fate opposes,
you will be mine, will be mine.
 
Love is the bread of life,
love is the divine cup,
love is something nameless
that makes a man be obsessed with a woman.
 
I am obsessed with you,
the world is witness of my frensy
and no matter how hard fate opposes,
you will by mine, will be mine.
 
Love is the bread of life,
love is the divine cup,
love is something nameless
that makes a man be obsessed with a woman.
 

Oh Shepherd of Souls

Oh shepherd of souls
Oh first voice
By which we all
Have been created
May it now
Please you
To consider freeing us
From our misery
And our pain
 
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Things like you

Things like you, are meant to be loved,
things like you, are meant to be adored,
because you, and the things that look like you,
are meant to be kept in the middle of the soul.
 
A moon ray that caresses us,
the perfume of a languid rose,
the yard fountain that give us freshness,
are things that have your galant grace.
 
That's why they are things
of immenss poetry,
things that we carry
in the middle of the soul.
 
I carry your eyes that are like two stars,
the honey of your beautiful rosy mouth,
your mouth, your hair, your glorious hands,
like a decalcomanía in the middle of the soul.
 
Things like you, are meant to be loved,
things like you, are meant to be adored,
because you, and the things that look like you,
are meant to be kept in the middle of the soul.
 
A moon ray that caresses us,
the perfume of a languid rose,
the yard fountain that give us freshness,
are things that have your galant grace.
 
That's why they are things
of immenss poetry,
things that we carry
in the middle of the soul.
 

Oh How Wonderful It Is

Oh, how wonderful it is
The prescience of the divine heart
That has foreseen every living being
 
Because when God examined
The beauty of man
That he had shaped
He considered all his works
With this form of man
To be complete1
 
Oh, how wonderful the soul is
That makes man stand out in such a way
 

• 1. What this means is: 'When God looked at the beauty of man, he knew he could not create anything greater.'

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Russian Girls

Once I went for a walk with a foreigner -
He took her to the home
He invited me to the embassy for dancing,
And then, under the window, kneeling, he whispered:
(Not in Russian of course, but something there in a foreign way)
 
Russian, russian, russian girls, my baby
Give me give me only love.
Russian, russian, russian girls,
You take my soul.
Russian, russian, russian girls, my baby
Give me give me only love.
Russian, russian, russian girls,
You take my soul.
Russian girls,
You give me love again
Russian girls.
 
He left for Copenhagen, I stayed -
That's what happens when you walk with a foreigner
A year later, I agreed to marry,
Later-alligator, enough, tired of remembering!
 
Russian, russian, russian girls, my baby
Give me give me only love.
Russian, russian, russian girls,
You take my soul.
Russian, russian, russian girls, my baby
Give me give me only love.
Russian, russian, russian girls,
You take my soul.
Russian girls,
You give me love again
Russian girls.
 
Citizens!
The Ministry of Health of the USSR for the last time warns:
AIDS - the plague of the twentieth century
 
Russian girls, give me, give me love, give me, give me love
Russian girls, give me, give me love, give me, give me love...
 

I Am Free

Blue magic plays in the wind of the sun
breathes gently on my skin
Somewhere the thoughts are circling
sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly
Here I'm running with the flood
walking over hot embers
For a breath full of bliss
I'm spreading the wings
Everything pulls me up
I never want to go back from here
 
I am free
as light as a feather
like a phoenix free of clouds
Rise up
clear sight
from the ashes to the light
 
The world is covered with white veils
which speak of love
But just one word, a false deed
could destroy the beauty
Endless and wonderfully sweet is this paradise
is this place which gives us a home
Take a little piece
value it with every glance
you'll see the same dream as I
 
I am free
as light as a feather
like a phoenix free of clouds
Rise up
clear sight
from the ashes to the light
 
Here I'm running with the flood
walking over hot embers
for a breath full of bliss
 
I am free
as light as a feather
like a phoenix free of clouds
Rise up
clear sight
from the ashes to the light
 

Sačuvati

Ti smanjena devojčica
Ja pretvoren u gada
Mi se nikada ne umorimo od mržnje
 
Kako smo došli do ovde
Spremni da se svađamo (borimo)
Ako je ranije bila trka za ljubav
 
Možeš li sačuvati ljubav u drskosti
Ne čini tako
Daj, zagrli me
Ljuti se posle
 
Ti odevena u nevinost
Ja loše iskorišćena harizma
Nije mogao da procveta ljubičasti kardamom
 
Kako smo postojali
bez da ikada odolimo
Premladi da bi starili zajedno
 
Možeš li sačuvati ljubav u drskosti
Ne čini tako
Daj, zagrli me
Ljuti se posle
 
Barem jednom razgovarajte
I učinite to polako
Barem jednom se oslobodite
Ostavljajući nešto neočekivano dobro
Odbacujući sve ostalo
 
Možeš li sačuvati ljubav u drskosti
Ne čini tako
Daj, zagrli me
Ljuti se posle
 
Može li preživeti ljubav u ovoj sobi
Ili daleko od nas
Hajde da probamo
Kao što nikada nismo
 

At the time of Pierrot and Colombine

At the time of Pierrot and Colombine
In a world less crazy than today,
Pierrot didn't have a car
To meet his girlfriend,
He ran to loose his breath
without stopping at the fountains
He ran, ran, ran
 
When Pierrot met Colombine
To bring her in the wood
Pierrot who didn't have a car
Took his sweet friend by the hand
And words were coming to him
And sentences were turning,
And Pierrot chatted, chatted,
Without thinking of kissing her
And without a car
With Colombine
He took his time, all of his time
To offer her twenty years
 
When Pierrot dreamed about Colombine,
Who was alone in the town
Pierrot without a phone
To call the cutie
Lighted a candle
And wrote in the paper
The most beautiful things
 
And Pierrot dedicated with his pen
Wrote to calm his ardor
Under the absentminded watch of the moon
Laughing in front of all this happiness
And words were coming to him
And sentences were turning
And his heart was beating, beating
In the blue of the inkwell
And words were hovering
And sentences were turning
And when the day came, there were
More than a hundred love letters
 
When Pierrot was waiting for Colombine
Who was doing her work in the town
Pierrot didn't have an electrophone
To kill the monotone time
He took his mandolin
Composed minuets
Sweet cavatinas
 
When Pierrot married Colombine
He was a poet and a musician
Colombine sang in her kitchen
while doing the laundry, or making bread
And without a car,
In love and quiet
They took their time, all of the time
To love each other madly
And without a phone,
And without an electrophone
They lived up to almost a hundred years
And had a lot of children
 

Bingyole

When the green doors of Spring opened
The springs of Bingyol sang like a lyre
A caravan of camels went by in pairs
And carried my true love to the fields of Bingyol.
 
I miss my precious love’s bright face
I miss her small waist, her hair wavy like the ocean
I miss her sweet words, her sweet smell,
And the dark eyes (like a deer) of that beauty of Bingyol.
 
Even for cold waters, my parched lips won’t open
Even with layers of beautiful flowers around me, my crying eyes won’t open,
My heart won’t open until I see my true love,
Alas, even the beautiful springs of Bingyol won’t open my heart.
 
I am lost, these roads are foreign to me
These thousands of lakes, rocks, and rivers are foreign to me
I’m a drifter, I’m not familiar with these parts
Sister, tell me, which is the road to Bingyol?
 

Never in Nottingham

There are cities that go through good times
And also bad times
Yet there are never good times
In Nottingham
 
If I could fly, I could leave
I wish I could leave this place
And never come back
Here where I only have griefs
Maybe I will find happiness...
But not ever in Nottingham
 
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The good which does me bad

I loved you, but I've had enough
You brought this on yourself, so don't cry anymore
But you were like an angel for me
You were a ray of sun and then you hit me like a bolt of lightning.
 
(Refrain)
You are the good which does me bad
And, still, I feel like I'm dying of longing for you
If you understood, if you understood . . .
You are the good which does me bad
And, still, I cry out your name in my sleep
If you understood, if you understood . . .
 
I loved you, but I've had enough
I've had enough, I've had enough
I need to leave even if my heart cries
Cries, cries
 
Every day, I still hoped
I kept lying to myself that you had changed
But I don't, don't, don't, don't know anymore what to believe.
You left me a lot of time to understand . . .
 
(Refrain)
 
You swore to me that I wouldn't suffer from love, no
But you turned my world upside down again
and I don't have air anymore, I don't have air
How can I breathe without you?
 
Each night, as if in a dream, I see you
When you aren't next to me, it's chaos in my soul
and I don't have air anymore, I don't have air
How can I breathe without you?
 
(Refrain)
 
You are the good which
Does me the bad that I like
You are the good which does me bad
The good which does me bad
You are the good which
Does me the bad that I like
You are the good which does me bad . . .
 

Get ready, get ready

Get ready, get ready, get ready my friend
We'll head towards them, we'll beat them all
 
Get ready, for the one who brought this to himself
I don't care how strong they are, I'm up to it
You're friend is up to it
We'll head towards them, we'll beat them all
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It's ok it's ok, we're men of actions we don't just 'talk'
Our determinations is stronger than the mountains of Taif 1
 
We gathered for a good cause
We performed our prayers as we should
 
I'm your back up, I got your back when your family doesn't
I stand in front of you to protect you, You'll always find me in front
 
You are an example of a loyal friend
I like you, I will not turn my back on you
 
I got this, you'll never be disappointed in me
I'm always here for you, and I'm known of such a manner
 
We like men gatherings in majlis 2, we listen and learn
We learn how to be men, that's better than schools lessons
 
Friendships has rights, friendship is something very valuable
We don't ignore our friends, we give our lives for them
 
My father advised me to stick to three: 1- Loving my brothers and sisters, 2- Respect and stand by my friends. 3- Take good care of our guests. 3
 
And I'm all yours my friend, PLEASE don't feel bad
I got it, I got it, I got it, I'll fire up the place for you 4
 
Your dignity is my dignity, will never let anyone mistreat you
I'll do whatever, hurting you means hurting me
 
Get ready, get ready, please smile
Don't feel bad, Come on smile
 

• 1. A city south of Saudi Arabia, picture of Al-Hada mountains in Taif
• 2. A room in the house where usually men gatherings takes place weekly or daily.
• 3. Taking care of guests and being generous is key manners in the Arabic culture.
• 4. Metaphor

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In the Depths of My Soul

In the depths of my soul
Only empty dreams remain
I am not in them, I'm searching for myself
I lost my dreams
Like flowers, they wilted away
My fault, it hurts so much
I was dying behind that window
On that unforgettable spring day
Looking into my own eyes, there's a void in them
 
Not hearing the quiet, not knowing the truth
I again fly toward the light, but there are no angels there
In the depths of my soul, I drowned in lies
Despite all the secrets, it was easy to go astray
Taking in a deep breath, I know but one thing
That I don't have long
 
In the depths of my soul
There's no more room for love
Your fault, it hurts so much
I knew that thoughts had no end
I thought that it'd always be so
I wanted to move on, but I never managed to
Maybe it's all predetermined
And I'm a nobody in the Universe
I fell among those who carry mortal sins
 
Not hearing the quiet, not knowing the truth
I again fly toward the light, but there are no angels there
In the depths of my soul, I drowned in lies
Despite all the secrets, it was easy to go astray
Taking in a deep breath, I know but one thing
That I don't have long
 
Not hearing the quiet, not knowing the truth
I again fly toward the light, but there are no angels there
In the depths of my soul, I drowned in lies
Despite all the secrets, it was easy to go astray
Taking in a deep breath, I know but one thing
That I don't have long
 

I'm sweet as sugar

When you're small, you ain't got nothing to laugh about
Cause people think they can walk all over you
But I tell all you guys, that are mean:
Small cats have sharp claws
That's why I also don't take any shit
For I know exactly how to win in this game
 
I am sweet as sugar
But I warn everyone who kisses me
If you're a meanie
I can be a tigress
I'm sweet as sugar
But I warn everyone who kisses me
If you'll leave me
I can turn into a tiger
 
Dangers are lurking everywhere
And since a few years, i've been learning
You can't be friends with everyone
But i don't have to pour out my heart to you
It#ll always be the way it is
I wanna be happy with you for a lifetime
 
I am sweet as sugar
But I warn everyone who kisses me
If you're a meanie
I can be a tigress
I'm sweet as sugar
But I warn everyone who kisses me
If you'll leave me
I can turn into a tiger
 
I am sweet as sugar
But I warn everyone who kisses me
If you're a meanie
I can be a tigress
I'm sweet as sugar
But I warn everyone who kisses me
If you're a meanie
I can turn into a tiger
 
Translation Mine if not indicated otherwise. Please feel free to spread it like typhoid but I demand 5000 blessings in return. Booyakacha !!

My name is Kim Jong-Un

(Chicken Noise)
 
My name is Kim Jong-Un
I got a lot of things to do
Missile Test in the morning
Then I'm off to the supermarket
 
Then at around 4'
I'll inspect the troops
With big fat bazookas
And dildo bayonettes
 
Even the kids are playing war
Even though there's nothing to eat
 
My name is Kim Jong-Un
I'm immune to criticism
And if someone's a pain in my neck
I'll shovel his grave
 
(la la la la...)
 
Listen up, Yankee-Trumpel-beast
I have warned you once:
My military is top in shape
And camouflaged quite well
 
The boys are really great in shape
Can even do Karate
And everyone has strapped a bag
with an atomic bomb to his belly
 
My name is Kim Jong-Un
I am a busy guy
At daytime I instruct the firing squad
And the evenings I'm off duty
 
I let the country go to hell
But I love my fat gut
 
My name is Kim-Jong-Un
I still have work to do
We're practicing for the end of the world
no need to mess around
 
(Bomb goes off)