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The Bell's Ballad

A little boat
Comes right there, comes right there...
Ding! Dong!
In the little boat of Bethlehem!
 
Mister ferryman,
Who are you carrying in there?
Dang! Ding!
In Aladdin's little boat!
 
I'm carrying the prisoner
Just for one time...
Two! Three!
In the little boat of the Marquess!
 
At the beak of dawn,
She'll be married...
Ding! Dong!
She rocks back and forth in the little boat!
 
If you're keeping her locked,
Let her escape!
Dang! Ding!
In the vizier's little boat!
 
There she goes, kidnapped,
There she goes, holding hands...
Ding! Dang!
In the thief's little boat!
 

My homeland is beautiful

A beautiful word, and two more .. my homeland is beautiful
A beautiful song, and two more .. my homeland is beautiful
 
My hope always was, oh my homeland .. to return to you, oh my homeland
And stay beside you always for long times
 
And the memories of all that has passed .. do you remember, my homeland?
My heart is full of stories .. do you remember, my homeland?
 
My first love was in my homeland
I could not forget it, my homeland
In long-ago days .. before the farewell
(Line not in song by Sleibi)
We used to say that separation was impossible
And every tear on my cheek falls
Filled with hope that we can stay here
In the sea of love .. along the two shores (of historic Palestine)
(Line not in song by Sleibi)
A beautiful word, and two more .. my homeland is beautiful
A beautiful song, and two more .. my homeland is beautiful
Where is the love of my heart, my country?
Far away from me, my country
And every time I sing .. I think of him
Say, my love, why are you leaving me and where are you going?
Us two will sing the most beautiful tune
Oh, how beautiful is the word, 'my homeland' in a song of two lines!
Oh night, oh eye!
Oh eye, oh night!
 

Waiting for a Reply

I have sent
Letters for so many times
For you, love
(They) carried my emotions
But why
Your reply has not come
I am really tortured
And anxious waiting
 
Could you have forgotten
About the promise between us
I won't accept it
If you are playing with my love
I want you
To understand sincerely
How big
My love for you
 
Only your letter
If I miss you
That will cheer me up
Whenever I read it oh honey
Send it, love
The reply that I have been waiting for
Don't let
Me be anxious waiting
 

Kubala

Pele was Pele. And Maradona is one and enough
Di Stéfano was a well of tricks
Honor and glory to who made shine the sun
of our football of everyday
They all have their merits, each to his own
But for me there's nobody like Kubala
I beg you respectable silence
To make a resume for those who never enjoyed him.
 
He stops it with the head, he puts it down with the chest
And sleeps it with the left foot
And crosses the middle field with the ball
Attached to the boot.
He dodges the midfielder and gets in the big area
Fighting over the ball
He hides it with the body, pushes it with the ass
And back heels it
He pees on the central with a yours-and-mine
With dedicatory
And shoots it just to put it
On the way to glory
 
Long live the knowledge and the joy of the game
Decorated with a bit of fantasy
Football in colors, gourmet bite,
Crochet lace, a delight
 
When he stops it with the head, when he puts it down with the chest
When he sleeps it with the left foot
When he crosses the middle field with the ball
Attached to the boot.
When he dodges the midfielder and gets in the big area
Fighting over the ball
And he hides it with the body, pushes it with the ass
And back heels it
And he pees on the central with a yours-and-mine
With dedicatory
And shoots it just to put it
On the way to glory
 
Let me gloss the glory of those facts
As the Greeks did years before
With the joy of who played with him
And has his picture in his wallet
When he stops it with the head, when he puts it down with the chest
And he sleeps it with the left foot
 

He Reached such Heights with His Fortitude

O Lord
Lord
Long live our Lord
Lord
Long live our Lord
Lord
Allah
 
Let me make a chant out of (the verse) “Remember me”
Let me make a chant out of (the verse) “Remember me”
And sing to my beloved (the verse) “And I will remember you”
I’ll sacrifice my life for my beloved
Behold as I sacrifice myself for my beloved
And what a beloved do I have by the grace of Allah
By the grace of Allah
By the grace of Allah
 
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
May peace be upon you (s.a.w) and your people
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his (s.a.w) luminescence
And enlightened the universe with his (s.a.w) luminescence
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
May peace be upon you (s.a.w) and your people
May peace be upon you (s.a.w)
 
On the night of union, O Mustafa (s.a.w)
He (s.a.w) left with a longing to get to his Lord’s throne
Then everything from the earth to the heavens
Was bathed in the light of his (s.a.w) luminescence
 
There are thousands of attributes of my beloved (s.a.w)
He (s.a.w) is like the spring in an eternal garden
When he (s.a.w) was on his Burraq
He (s.a.w) left like a lightning bolt
 
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
How beautiful are your attributes
How beautiful are your attributes
May peace be upon you and your people
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
 
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
 
Where the Lord loves my Beloved (s.a.w)
Where the Lord loves my Beloved (s.a.w)
Then there is no need for “you”
There is no need for talk of separation and union
When there was no other there
Then it was the Lord who was united with you (s.a.w)
And it was the Lord who was separated from you (s.a.w)
What else can I say about this, but
That light became one with light
That light became one with light
 
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
May peace be upon you and your people
May peace be upon you
 
This gaze, in this gaze of love and admiration
In this gaze of love and admiration
He (s.a.w) is the end and the beginning
He (s.a.w) is the word of the Lord and the truth
He (s.a.w) is (essence of surah) Yaseen and Taha
 
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
May peace be upon you and your people
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
 
Lord
O Lord send prayers and peace always and forever
Forever O Lord, forever
Forever, on your Beloved (s.a.w) the best of your creation
 
Lord
Lord
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
 

Becoming the Wind

The withered flower petal that resembles you
Will it fly away with the wind?
 
If only I could see you in my dreams
 
I’ll become the wind
And embrace the flowing tears
From your cheeks
 
I’ll become the wind
And stay by your side
By your side
 
Past the cold fog in my eyes
The sight of your back flickers before me
 
If only I could see you in my dreams
 
I’ll become the wind
And embrace the flowing tears
From your cheeks
 
I’ll become the wind
And stay by your side
By your side
 
Can’t you feel it?
My heart that is welled up
At the tip of this wind?
 
I can’t reach you
So I’m lost and wandering
 
Can’t you see the foolish me?
I’m right next to you
 
I’ll become the wind
And embrace the flowing tears
From your cheeks
 
I’ll become the wind
And stay by your side
By your side
 

Become Your Wind

I'll become a small gust of wind,
quietly leaning against your back for a moment.
So even if the wind blows like a coincidence,
you can feel my touch.
Do we really need the typical words of I love you?
Because you are already my everything.
Because I couldn't tell you, I couldn't say it,
this cruel love is makes my heart want to explode.
Do you know?
I miss you so much that I can't stand it.
You became my everything.
This love had started from the beginning.
Is it possible to be this in love?
You've colored my entire heart.
Even though I am not good at being in love,
I can't lose you for a single moment.
Do we really need the typical words of I love you?
Because you are already my everything.
Because I couldn't tell you, I couldn't say it,
this cruel love is makes my heart want to explode.
Do you know?
I miss you so much that I can't stand it.
You became my everything.
I'm looking at you, passing by along with the wind.
I can't stand a single moment of being far away from you.
Because I couldn't tell you, I couldn't say it,
this cruel love is makes my heart want to explode.
Do you know?
I miss you so much that I can't stand it.
You became my everything.
This love had started from the beginning.
 

Nice gentle song

I wasn't choosing then
Nor where nor what I've been playing
But that is the magic of it
She came and said
'Try, at least once,
to write for me some nice slow song
nice gentle song'
 
And with two-three chords
since I cannot do it better
song was born
As soon as they heard it,that gentle song,
everyone was singing it and danced gracefully
with that gentle song
 
The great beast heard me
producers,managers,
they realized what gift I have
they offered me heaven's fruit
plenty of money,fame,records
soon I became super-star
 
Thanks to music, just like a puppet on a string,
I was lead around the world
They said: 'He is the one,Wonder child'
But I was just singing the same thing for million times
nice gentle song
 
Believe or not , I gave interview
for all possible newspaper
Everyone was recording me and expecting me to say
when and where I came up with that brilliant song
Nice gentle song
 
Some said that I was golden-boy
And some that I am charlatan
And I was loosing my self more and more
When I stooped and thought about it
I took a look at my life
and I said to my self 'Go home, my old pal'
 
I wanted a new life
Red roof in shadow of the elm tree
And my darling...
Wherever I went,I was dreaming about her
Ever since the day she asked me to write
nice gentle song
 
I wanted to find her right away
and the moment I arrived at the station
I asked about her
Then they said to me
That she got married for some idler
with whom she fall in love while she was dancing
to nice gentle song
 

O, our lovely country!

O, our lovely country! (You are lovely) by lovely people
Those lovely people of whom we have much in our country
O, our lovely country! (You are lovely) by lovely people
Those lovely people of whom we have much in our country
 
There are these black faces that make you smile once you see them1
are so dear to heart
In
 
O, our lovely country! (You are lovely) by lovely people
Those lovely people of whom we have much in our country
 
Take the most fascinating photo you can take here. by its people
The beauty of adds beauty to the whole world
Go to
 
O, our lovely country! (You are lovely) by lovely people
Those lovely people of whom we have much in our country
 
The noble
My heart waves like a flag over the land of
I miss you,
And I can talk and talk about about the old heroes of you,
 
O, our lovely country! (You are lovely) by lovely people
Those lovely people of whom we have much in our country
 
Here church can be found face to face with a mosque. In our country feast is doubled10
Go to the pyramids so the love grow in your heart
Not so far in and to people there
I've spent days, so dear to me, in .. Why don't you go there? Our dear kind people are there
Can you see the charm of the scenery? Where else can you find that all?13
 
(Only )In our lovely country (that is lovely) by the lovely people
Those lovely people of whom we have much in our country
 
O, our lovely country! (You are lovely) by lovely people
Those lovely people of whom we have much in our country
 
O, our lovely country! (You are lovely) by lovely people
Those lovely people of whom we have much in our country
 

• 1. People, living in the Aswan, are of african origins
• 2. of their people
• 3. These lines refer to (South Egypt) and refer to famous cities there
• 4. (Mansoura) in Arabic means (victorious)
• 5. These lines refer to the famous cities in
• 6. People of this city is well-known as the most generous
• 7. The singer is originally from there
• 8. This city is well-known by the courage of people in almost all wars in our modern history
• 9. These lines refer to the famous cities on strip
• 10. This means that Muslims share Christians their feasts and vice versa
• 11. These lines refer to the famous cities in
• 12. The singer starred in a movie that was shot there in the nineties
• 13. These lines refer to the famous cities on the northern coast of Egypt

I sowed the pigweed

1. ||: I sowed the pigweed in my garden – :||
||: but the pigweed did not grow at all. :||
 
2. ||: Then the coccacks came and filled the manor :||
||: and took my drunkard husband as a captive. :||
 
3. ||: I did not pity him, when they took him away, :||
||: it was a pity, that they did not tie him up tight enough. :||
 
4. ||: My husband will escape and run away – :||
||: oh, he is going to hit my head more than once. :||
 
5. ||: Oh, he is going to hit my head more than once, :||
||: oh, he is going to mess with my mind more than once. :||
 
6. ||: Oh, he is going to mess with my mind more than once. :||
||: oh, he is going to mess my blond braids more than once. :||
 

Ballad of A Poor Beggar

This is a story of a poor beggar
Who almost left the world
On the side of the street
Her stomach aching of hunger
 
Then she heard a miserable cry
A little child whom she carried around
Who never knew his own father
But only one mother’s love
 
Day and night, she spent begging
For the sake of love to her only child
 
As she is facing her end
She prayed to the only One God
Asking willingly to bestow His mercy
To the child she left behind
 
As she could not bear the suffering
The beggar passed away in this world
Along with the loud crying of her poor child
No kind person wanted to help them
 
Oh, pity those who shall help them!
Loving people, lend them a hand!
 

Memory of the Wind

Wind blows and stirring in my heart
 
As I look back my past years...I close my eyes
 
​
 
Silent shivering that blows over me
 
I hear that subtle sound carelessly
 
​
 
Grown up pieces of my life that still breathing in myself,
 
Whenever it hits and hurts me I will look up where you belong
 
​
 
Our belief…oh, our love…
 
That everlasting promises…
 
​
 
If you still remember me I will run into you in all my strength
 
​
 
Our seeing…oh, our goodbye
 
That faded memories
 
Will give my warmest smile if you loved me so
 

I Love You, Looking At You Makes Me Happy

When I’m looking into your eyes
Without knowing, I start to smile
After you’ve entered my heart
Everything about me has changed
 
I love you, just looking at you makes me happy
I love you, I’ll always be by your side
 
I’ll only look at you alone
Can you feel my heart?
My days are filled with you
 
Do you know how I feel?
This heart-pounding, heart-fluttering feeling?
Now I can’t even remember
All of the past days
 
I love you, just looking at you makes me happy
I love you, I’ll always be by your side
 
I’ll only look at you alone
Can you feel my heart?
My days are filled with you
 
Even after time, things won’t change
I’ll love you like the first time
 
Promise me that we’ll always be next to each other
 
I love you, just looking at you makes me happy
I love you, I’ll always be by your side
 
I’ll only look at you alone
Can you feel my heart?
My days are filled with you
 

Donna Helena's ballad

Driving on the road by night,
without looking back
I lit a cigarrette
and on the radio always the same
music's idiot. 1
 
Oh, Helena,
Oh, Helena.
 
The cigar case's empty and it's eleven o'clock
everywhere.
A girl makes a sign, gets on the car
and performs a fellatio.
 
First I have to confess,
I didn't feel the same pleasure
but the truth is,
you see
(Uh)
 
She started to go through me
and her mouth was not bad
and her tongue was like crazy,
we were about to collide.
 
Uh, Helena
Uh, Helena
(Uh)
 
I've been doing good until here,
later, she hit me with her pocket on my forehead 2
and removed my pants unhurried
and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed and there's something pure.
 
It burned me with the light of a superflash
and something strange started to sweat,
and disappeared this world so soon
and that's how I left this world.
 
First I have to confess,
I didn't feel the same pleasure
but the truth is,
you see
(Mmmm)
Donna 3 Helena started to cry.
 
Alone in that car, licking off her salt,
for a moment she forgot the truth:
everything she touches disappears,
disappears, disappears.
 
There's an agreement between the witches of Gibraltar,
that ''all everlasting love shall be killed''
 
Body on top of body, and body over the sea.
The sea of the fallen in front of Donna Helena.
(Mmm)
(Where are you going?)
 

• 1. Meaning there were the same artists on the radio
• 2. This could mean either her purse or her pocket wi-fi. (Purse makes more sense)
• 3. Donna means 'woman' in Italian. Argentina had a big wave of Italian immigration in the 19th century, thus the influence of this language in Argentinian Spanish

The Ballad of Flemmingrad

Each December without accommodating
We praise a troll who has a great expression
And a memory of this friendship
The grace of this soul is Flemmingrad
 
Without ever forgetting, or without the past erasing,
The nostrils were used to feed.
 
It's one of us....
 

Julia (mourning for the South)

Versions: #1
A Gypsy guy,
Sugar-coated and sly,
Sold me a tambura...
Beggars and beys' great-great-grandson...
A finger on the string slips away,
The ill-fated song catches me off-guard,
I don't know anymore if it's mine - or his...
 
Oh, may the lightning strike me like it does the hay,
If there's anything I'd be mourning for...
Damn the prankster be, he hid me the sorrow along with the tambura
 
A rabbi granted me a book,
Deadly as a carbine
If one could only tell one lie from the other...
But for long I haven't been able to tell
If I'm reading it or writing it
I open my mouth, and the wise man speaks...
 
And so, a tear drops in the mastic...
It roils the glass, and then roils even the days...
I am made less of myself,
The Nomad makes the bigger part
And that weirdo's ranting something,
He doesn't ever get enough of the Sun
 
[Chorus:]
The barren poplars are mourning...
And while I'm listening to them
I'm always caught by the rhythm of the flocks
Mourning for the South...
The cranes are flying over the sky...
And this soul even tonight keeps plowing up there for that plow...
 
My love got stolen by a thief,
A doctor's son,
A priest's grandson,
He took her to the lands without snow...
She pops in my dreams,
I threaten her to stop,
In the dream is she mine - or his...
 
And so I'm cracking days as walnuts,
What gets bitter doesn't need to be bitten...
I'm sowing the world through a thin sieve,
Looking for something particular
For a penitent and a fugitive
Someone on the other side of the Sun
 
[Chorus x2:]
The barren poplars are mourning...
And while I'm listening to them
I'm always caught by the rhythm of the flocks
Mourning for the South...
The cranes are flying over the sky...
And this soul even tonight keeps plowing up there for that plow...
 

Stray Bullet*

Ever since you gave me up for the arms of another,
ever since you left off with another love,
I feel like I'm drowning in failure
and I want to give it a quick solution.
 
Although I've tried, I haven't been able to forget you
and I'm desperately searching.
 
For a stray bullet
to take my life away,
to take the pain from my heart.
And when it penetrates my chest,
may it destroy the memory
that your damned indifference has left behind.
 
For a stray bullet
to bring an end to me
from your life that never understood
what my immense love had mourned.
 
Everything I gave you, you don't care to abandon it,
nothing that I gave you could make you happy,
I feel like I'm drowning in failure
and I want to give it a quick solution.
 
Although I've tried, I haven't been able to forget you
and I'm desperately searching.
 
For a stray bullet
to take my life away,
to take the pain from my heart.
And when it penetrates my chest,
may it destroy the memory
that your damned indifference has left behind.
 
For a stray bullet
to bring an end to me
from your life that never understood
what my immense love had mourned.
 
For a stray bullet
to take my life away,
to take the pain from my heart.
And when it penetrates my chest,
may it destroy the memory
that your damned indifference has left behind.
 
For a stray bullet
to bring an end to me
from your life that never understood
what my immense love had mourned.
 

Where You Are

I look up at the sky vacantly and
Sometimes be in thought
Everything that didn't
fill me up disappear
When I think of you
 
My wishes that I have dreamed when I was young
In the wait at the long time blooms
You, like aurora
My heart is overwhelmed at the thought
 
My earnest wishes that want to be together
I think it will pop because it is full of one of you
My wishes that I have dreamed for a long time
I think all of them will be fulfilled because of you
 
Where you are
Will the wind, the wind send it, to you
Where you are
Will the wind, the wind send it, to you
 
It falls down at the shining streets
You and I between the moonlight
Even when my eyes are opened, I feel like I'm dreaming
Whenever I think of you
 
My wishes that I have been dreaming when I was young
In the wait at the long time blooms
You, like aurora
My heart is overwhelmed at the thought
 
My earnest wishes that want to be together
I think it will pop because it is full of one of you
My wishes that I have dreamed for a long time
So that all of my heart is send to you
 
If I earnestly wish you, I heard that everything will be fulfilled
Try listening more attentively your ears
I'll whisper without missing a grain
So that only you can hear it
Wake up wait for me
Now wake up from your dreams Hold me
So that you can call me using your lovely two lips
Always I wish
 
Those stars embroidered in the night sky
are illuminating to us
As if they were caught in two hands
Will the brushing winds
hear my story
 
The blooming flower buds on top of your head
are like those illuminating stars in the night sky
My wishes that I have dreamed for a long time
I feel all of them will be fulfilled for some reason
 
Where you are
Will the wind, the wind send it, to you
Where you are
Will the wind, the wind send it, to you
 

Balad to a Naive Girl

You said that everything would work out for you alright
like in the books you read at school
everyone told you 'you are a heavenly couple' -
now the heavens are empty, in the meantime
 
Four in the morning, the dawn breaks forth
thinking maybe he will show up anyways
put on the kettle, light another cigarette
on the radio songs to close the night
 
A day comes and a day goes
and you remain
naive as you were before. (x2)
 
Dreaming by the stove and embroidering
crosses and lines for your child's shirt
your man, who knows where he is
drinks and escapes like Elijah1
 
In the morning you will go out in a robe to shake
the Cyprus tree that sheds a drop of the shining night
from afar you will see a drunk man running to you
and again you will open your arms to him...
 

• 1. the Jewish Prophet who visits and then leaves Passover Seders

The Protopresbyter's Beautiful Daughter

I was still quite young, hunting the waterbirds when the beautiful prota's* daughter came for a swim.
 
She had no idea I was there watching her in secret through the reed and sedges and the night had fallen over the river like a cloak.
 
The moon was smouldering above the willow trees, a swarm of stars silvering in the sky and drops of water like pearls radiating all over her.
 
Oh, my crazy heart and crazy dreams, all of my friends were becoming lads already and I wanted only her, beautiful prota's daughter.
 
A strange song ringing on the road, that winter the wedding party came for her, from afar, some folks very foreign to me. And I was just passing by our street, the first snow was falling...And every now and then I still hear the jingle bells that are taking her away, nobody knows where...
 
In no hurry to get married, I remained a bachelor till now, you see, and I never met the beautiful prota's daughter again.
 
A life of peace and quiet, sometimes I play cards or write a verse, things are happening and I stay out of it.
 
I'm kissing the good ones and kissing the easy ones, some are 'the one' and some aren't, and they all are fairies and they all are Queens, and all are irrelevant in comparison to her.
 

NEVENA

Sale Nadj** died in his sleep,
the day was just starting to grey,
and I don't know what's suspicious there
since he also lived in his dreams.
 
They say he must've felt it was the end,
roomer has it he never set the clock.
Well now, he knew he was losing that war.
Some people have bad dreams,
to others, each sunrise is a nightmare.
 
The priest was moaning the Psalm
as if it were a verse learned as punishment.
In front of the Chapel the nobility and scum
from the same regiment of the defeated.
 
Luckily he didn't have what to leave,
'cos he wouldn't have to whom...
He'd squandered his life his way,
his Will but a sketch on a box of matches.
 
Chorus: The patient fingers of inevitability are dispersing the prelude of a song I know well, and if there's anything else left to forgive you for...there you go...that too, I forgive you tonight. A roaring ocean of unavoidability, the sky is heavy on the soft teal of the ceiling, but that's nothing that can't be treated with two-three drops of tenderness in the wine from Ravanica.***
 
Yes, Sale Nadj died in his sleep,
I guess he was dreaming of Srem.****
That water well cold at the bottom
and the vine shade shadowed porch.
 
I guess he was dreaming of her,
whose name's known only to God,
and that what happened in the yoke of that dream
simply had killed him.
 
Chorus: The patient fingers of...
 
*A female given name, derived from the name for the marigold flower.
 
**A man whose first name is Sasha and surname is Nadj /nɑːdʒ/. Sale is a version of Sasha.
 
***Serbian Orthodox monastery. Pronounced Ravanizza, 'ts' as in 'ragazza' Italian for a girl.)
 
****A district in Vojvodina, which is a province in Serbia.
 

Ballad to a Double Agent

He arrived to The Land (Israel) by twisted devious paths
He was a hidden agent, did not want to be revealed
He stayed in fancy hotels
He always existed on the accounts of others
 
He fought the Muslims and hid in Istanbul
He misled the Russians, he was a double agent
In a boat of slaves to the Land of Canaan he rowed
The Turks controlled The Land, to Egypt he returned
 
He rode to Palestine
On a camel with two humps
He arrived at Rosh Pina
In the guise of a Turkish Sheik
 
Within three and a half days he met with the Sultan
He took him in a taxi and murdered him in the garden
He it houses on fire at night, the Turks suffered during the day
They called him Zero Zero Yosef Yosef the awful
 
He rode to Palestine
On a camel with two humps
He arrived at Rosh Pina
In the guise of a Turkish Sheik
 
He rode to Palestine
On a three dimensional donkey
He arrived at Rosh Pina
In the guise of a gnomish carrot
 
And his wife said to Yosef
Change your attitude
He said to her to be quiet
And he changed his wife
 

bathers at the balaton

How would she know what you see her as
Because what you see, she doesn't see
Of course her mirror, her mirror tells stories
Your friend is, of course, also her friend
A soul in her eyes and she's staring at her soul
She's fixing her hair while talking
And you're waiting for her to say it over her shoulder
It's nighttime, her bun has come loose
The devils wink at you
 
You're standing in the door, well, what's up, you'll guess it
Life is deep water but you're the one rowing
 
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
You accept but don't take it
You're standing in the door, well, what's up, you'll guess it
Life is deep water but you're the one rowing
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
You accept but don't take it
 
I see bathing angels at the Balaton
Sea of the fallen
Accountants on holiday
Writers and all of them have children
White swans and green lions
The women are laying on their bellies on top of them
Panthers, hyenas in ice cold sand
Desires between their teeth, the bush whispers
 
You're standing in the door, well, what's up, you'll guess it
Life is deep water but you're the one rowing
 
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
You accept but don't take it
You're standing in the door, well, what's up, you'll guess it
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
 
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
You accept but don't take it
You're standing in the door, well, what's up, you'll guess it
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
 
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
You accept but don't take it
You're standing in the door, well, what's up, you'll guess it
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
 
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
You accept but don't take it
You're standing in the door, well, what's up, you'll guess it
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
 
You don't swim because the flow is too strong
You accept but don't take it
 

She speaks

She speaks
quiet as see whispers
and says
'Don't think about me anymore'
and says
'Forget, forget'
 
Her eyes
Her eyes tells me
She suffers a lot
She interferes my heart with her look
and digs
Hug me, hug me
Can you hear me?
Hug me, hug me
Don't ever stop
Don't go away from me
Don't stop
Kiss me kiss me
Kiss me
 
Her lips
Her lips, delicious and soft
And warm
I don't know where to go with myself
Because of happiness
When I see her I don't know where to put my hands
I don't know how to say a single word
Perhaps she's suffering
Kiss me kiss me
 
And don't ever stop, don't ever go
Away from me
Don't ever stop
Kiss me kiss me
Kiss me kiss me
Kiss me
 

Wherever You Go You Will Remember

On the moon, some tears are rolling
and the blue sky does not laugh
you leave who love me madly
you go away to other places to go
 
Wherever you go you will remember
the blue sky
our love forever
and Athens at sunset
 
Wherever you go you will remember
some small alley
a simple poor house
like a sweet dream
 

Once upon a time they planted a linden tree

Once upon a time they planted a linden tree
Old Nestorov, mister Čeda and one another
I was new in that story
Neighbor's kid whom they let watch
Old Nestorov, while burning the weeds
Said to me: You are Young
You will enjoy its shade
 
Once upon a time I loved truly
I'm talking about the real love, crazy and powerful
I drove a thousand miles
Just like that ugly Frenchman in the beautiful movie
I followed the tracks under the engine
But she saved me
And she extinguished all the others
 
Hey, everything comes to its own
I'm familiar with the rules
Only the sadness is counted
Hey, once again, bells sound the St. Luke's day
It's autumn's fault
That I am always in the blue
 
Once upon a time she passed by me
With a guy whom I have known
I was ready to say hello
But she turned her head in time
For me to feel the blues
In my head
We said a stupid hi, and nodded the heads
All that what one has to do
It's OK, my doll, it's OK
 
Once upon a time they burned the leaves from that linden tree
Smoke climbed under the heavens
Up there they are, because they are gone,
Old Nestorov, mister Čeda and one another
 
He who didn't understant the tree
Before planting it
He never did anything
And he will realise once
That he doesn't know what's shade
 

Ballad of Foreign Currency

I had my own potatoes my whole life,
Had my money and my own red vine with water
And now there are no greens
Frozen dentex fish and a bottle of vine
I bought in a store
 
Why did we gave birth to them
Why did we suffer with them
Mother, my mother
When not one of them are here
 
Where are our dear children
Mother, mother, tell me
In which corners
of the world did they hide?
 
It's in order to say that they do think of me
Me and their mom
And then they send us currencies
Dolars and a german mark here and there
 
Sometimes a letter comes too
Two or three words inside it
They ask about our health
And if we need something
 
What good are all the german marks,
Dolar and what not
When the pupils of our eyes are far away
In our old age
 
Grapevines dried
Olive broke
And the fig went to hell
Only the old pine above the house
That was always like this
In spite of time
Like it's mocking...
 
Where are your children
Men, women, tell me
In which corners
of the world did they hide?
 

Mom pick viburnum

Mom pick viburnum, singing songs
Her hair winds her hair
Really, mom is the thing
Loves more than others
 
Why only in its own way
You can not write the fate
I would write sweet words
I would not have entered the bitter mistakes
 
Mom, as if not a bunch,
And collects errors
With every bunch torn, her
Heart is breaking
 
In the palm of her so many bitter viburnum,
As bitter as our life
With this viburnum, when I say
On my heart, for some reason, it becomes easier
 
Mom pick viburnum, singing songs
Tears are running down her face
No, mommy, these are not tears,
These are bittersweet clusters of viburnum
 

Ballad for a thin woman

The sun comes up and still the cold
and around the worlds I look for you in vain
among cobblestones of horror and tired houses
and doors who have forgotten their voice.
 
My steps are heard at the mute dawn
and there are no rabbits on your balcony
and loneliness, my cat on the threshold
of a cathedral of dreams...
 
How I'd love to write a song
that would make you crazy
and fly you three years backwards
thin woman
 
May the dead movement of days not murder
your clean verses at the cemetery
searching among heavy gravestones
for the name of the name that had your laughter.
 
A cynical sky of grey bowed maps
covers the square like a ceiling.
This morning, there's no tomorrow/morning anymore here
under the broken cheeks of April...
 
How I'd love to write a song
that would make me another person
or myself three years better
thin woman.
 
How much is left from your window to that sacred Thursday?
that miracle on the road
with the thumb parallel to the smile
and you trembling (for) me on the side
 
How I'd love to write a flight
to make a song return
that could chase away our forgetfulness and the end
thin woman.
 

Spring Breeze

Versions: #2
It’s a miracle how
You and I have become « we »
It all seems like a dream
Even if I close my eyes
I see it vividly
I should have done better
I keep on regretting
That’s not what I mean
I just want to be with you always
Looking at bright light
after getting through a long tunnel
The warm memories we felt together
On my side at all times,
Making me shine bright (shine bright)
Your smile, your tears uh
 
The voice that called for me
It will keep on ringing in my ears
I will miss your eyes
in front of mine
But the love, the thrill, the feelings of first time lives on
 
See you again
when spring breeze passes me by
I will smile brightly then
when spring breeze have passed
 
See you again
when spring breeze passes me by
I will hug you once again
when spring breeze have passed, then I can
 
Sorry sorry
I just kept on taking from you
Thank you thank you
For you are so beautiful
For covering my empty mind
and filling it with you
 
Reach out for my tired soul
Only you can make me breathe
Now everyday is birthday
I am born again and up
 
On my side at all times,
Making me shine bright (shine bright)
Your smile, your tears uh
 
Your familiar face
may change in the future
Our memories of looking at each other
Will be just like now
The love, the thrill, the feelings of first time lives on
 
See you again
when spring breeze passes me by
I will smile brightly then
when spring breeze passes me by, then I can
 
I’m not afraid
I know how we feel
Don’t worry, I care for you
More than anyone else
 
See you again
when spring breeze passes me by
I will smile brightly (brightly)
when spring breeze have passed (when it’s gone)
 
See you again
when spring breeze passes me by (when spring breeze passes me by)
I will hug you once again (hug you once again)
When spring breeze have passed
Then I can
 

with all of this mess

come to me
After we've forgotten everything
I don't want to fall anymore
being mad at me again and and losing control
 
come to me
With all the mistakes We are people
And there are days that i want so much to fulfill
running with you, running with you
 
with all of this mess between us
You come back to me again closest
And how much We've both been through
Best for us
Dive without thinking
with all of this mess between us
You say you have a place for me
And how much We've both been through
There is no more fear
regret us today
 
come to me
You do not need any more reasons to fall in love
Because if Your heart is broken a long time ago
i will lay off a little of the pain
 
And there is a lot of it
Remember we are people
And there are days when there's nobody to blame
Maybe you'll come to me, come to me
 
with all of this mess...
 

Балада о слезовима

Versions: #2
Заспали су слезови поред куће,
Месец је изашао да их успава.
И само мајка не спава,
Мајка не спава,
Она мене чека.
 
О, мила мајко, не чекај ме,
Ја се више у нашу кућу нећу вратити.
Из мог срца ниче слез,
И у крви цвета.
 
Не плачи, мајко, јер ниси сама,
Много је слезова посејао рат.
Они ти у јесен шапућу:
„Заспи, заспи, заспи, заспи...“
 
Мајке имају своју драгу децу,
А моја само цвеће.
Усамљени слезови под прозором,
Слезови под прозором
Већ су одавно заспали.
 
Чим сване, изађи на праг,
И људи ће ти се клањати до земље.
Прошетај пољем, а бујни слезови ће
Додирнути твоје руке.
 
Живот је као песма која никад не престаје,
Ја ћу за тебе поново у слезовима живети,
А ако нежност нисам успела да ти дам –
Опрости, опрости, опрости, опрости...