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The Dove

There is nothing to get in the cabinet
No bloody sheet, no tricky word
The hypophysis blasts my brain*
I still have your smile on my list, beloved
I wouldn't be above shedding a tear, to arouse it to life
 
My heart stomps monotonously
A stumbling rattle of a broken machine
How sweet the snake's rattling is compared to it
A dove sits on the roof on the other side
Through the crosshairs I see its restless eye
It makes me think of you
 
I'll get you
I'll get you
 
I've driven nails through your picture
Cursed you under the full moon
Your name - written in blood - burned
I've pulled the skin off my body
Piece by piece
Now I lie in ice-cold water, but the burning doesn't subside
Your hand reaches into my throat and pulls my heart out
I awake covered in sweat
Next to me is nothing, for years
For years
 
I'll get you
I'll get you
I'll get you
I'll get you
 
I'll get you
I'll get you
I'll get you, I'll get you
I'll get you, I'll get you
 

300 Aragvians

Versions: #1
King's order Quickly spread across Mtiuleti:
Unbreakable mountaineers,
sons of the thunder,
they destroyed my city,
you are my only hope,
mongrels started to raid
and make our hearts cry.
 
When the mountaineers heard
the order of Erekle (king)
they put on the armor
took spears and shields.
They gathered at the door of Lomisi (temple),
they asked the icons for help:
bless us our great temple.
 
They take an oath in front of the icon
no one must stand far away,
whoever breaks this oath
let his mother merry him! (shame on him)
Three hundred heroic men
followed the Aragvi floodplains,
they go to the aid of the brothers
following the roads of Krtsanisi. (valley)
 
The enemy was attacked by the Aragvians
the lions took up swords,
their arms have not been tired of so many battles yet.
one man was fighting ten opponents,
ten more were added,
the children of the mountains are fighting,
their wrists are on fire.
 
Erekle is taken out of the war,
the knights clear the way
Aragvians follow them
and crush the enemy step by step
'Where are you taking the old king?
have I lost my strength,
Mountaineers came to me,
the war begins just now.
how can I not fight among them'
 
The horse came to Khada (valley)
with a spear cut at the side,
Its saddle is all cut and bloody.
Mother of three hundred sons
Is expecting all of them at the door

Chakrulo

Versions: #1
Let's make a promise in khidistavi, (village)
let's become brothers,
attack Muxranbatoni(a feudal in Georgia)
and destroy the roof of his house.
In the servitude of Mukhranbatoni,
I could not even fill godori (Georgian type of basket) with flour,
I could not grow a cow,
I could not mash the wheat.
 
Oh sword, forged in Khevsuresti,
A Tushetian painted you in Telavi,
King Erekle (Heraclius) consecrated you,
He drew a cross upon you before the battle.
 
Come enemy, oppress me, I won't cry!
Only women cry!
I have been in such a difficult situation many times,
But I never complained!
Let me sharpen my sword.
I will fight you with my sword and rifle that throws sparks.
I will pay you back!
 

Don't want to think about the perils of life...

Don't want to think about the blights of this life.
Let a pure soul wander around the sea,
Peace, the white sails are powered,
through a wide, very wide horizens.
Remembrance of days with clear skies, of beaches too
From an ill-remembered youths.
A body floats on air, it dances,
lively and above, with harmony,
a fine harmony of the nerves.
 
The body forsakes itself while dancing,
Another body is brought forth, a different one,
a bond between emotion and motion
With the two bodies being one, there is a voice
happier, more translucent,
because it is brought forth from inside.
And with this voice, a tune,
A tender perspective about anything,
A heat from a soul with no mysteries.
 

Your Parents Don't Like Me

Here comes the flavor
The Ensamble, yes sir
 
Your parents1 say that they don't like me
And that bums me out, so I go out drinking
They say that I'm a big womanizer
And that I'm only with you to fuck
 
They fuck with us over and over again, I don't know what they want
Yes I love you and will love you forever
Your parents say that I'm lazy
That I'm a drunk and crazy too
 
But they don't know that I love you
And that I'll never leave you
Because you are you, my love, nothing and no one will tear us apart
Because you are you, my love, nothing and no one will tear us apart
 
There you go
Your parents1 say that they don't like me
And that bums me out, so I go out drinking
They say that I'm a big womanizer
And that I'm only with you to fuck
 
They fuck with us over and over again, I don't know what they want
Yes I love you and will love you forever
Your parents say that I'm lazy
That I'm a drunk and crazy too
 
But they don't know that I love you
And that I'll never leave you
Because you are you, my love, nothing and no one will tear us apart
Because you are you, my love, nothing and no one will tear us apart
 

• 'Jefe' normally means boss in Spanish, however in Mexico it can be used as slang to say parents.

Sing, Afrikaner, Sing

You may not say anything more, you are done talking
It's a sad thing that affects us all
Because the great betrayal comes from our own people
 
Because one tears up the words of another
And uses it only for his own destiny
And 'he' stands for nothing, not like you and me
 
I know it will change
The wheel will turn one day
 
Sing, Afrikaner, sing
Let your voice be heard
Never let it disappear
Ooh
Sing, Afrikaner sing
If we all become one
Can we break the silence?
Afrikaner sing
 
And it may seem far off, but it's at your front door
Can you see the wolves tearing each other apart?
And there's nothing my friend, nothing that can stop it
 
For the day will come that the king will fall
And he has to make room for a General
Who outwits him, with his own people
 
Because everything must change
The wheel will turn one day
 
Sing, Afrikaner sing
Let your voice be heard
Never let it disappear
Ooh
Sing, Afrikaner sing
If we all become one
Can we break the silence?
Afrikaner sing
 
But everything has changed
Is it already too late?
 
Sing, Afrikaner, sing
Let your voice be heard
Never let it disappear
Ooh
Sing, Afrikaner sing
If we all become one
Can we break the silence?
Afrikaner sing
Afrikaner sing
 

For the will of the people

Versions: #1
ENJOLRAS:
For the will of the people,
And for the health of the progress,
Fill up your heart with rebel wine,
And till tomorrow faithful friend,
If the beating of your heart
Is as strong as the beating drums,
It means that hope still does exist
For the average man.
 
COMBEFERRE:
We will build a barricade,
The symbol of a new era which dawns,
We leave on a crusade
To the heart of the land of France.
 
COURFEYRAC:
We are henceforth
Soldiers of an army that will advance!
 
ALL:
For the will of the people,
And for the health of the progress,
Fill up your heart with rebel wine,
And till tomorrow faithful friend,
If the beating of your heart
Is as strong as the beating drums,
It means that hope still does exist
For the average man.
 
FEUILLY:
For the will of the people,
I am ready to give my will as well,
If some must die for it,
Then I want to be the first
The first name engraved
Upon the marble monument of hope!
 
ALL:
For the will of the people,
And for the health of the progress,
Fill up your heart with rebel wine,
And till tomorrow faithful friend,
If the beating of your heart
Is as strong as the beating drums,
It means that hope still does exist
For the average man.
Liberty! Equality! Fraternity!
 

I Dreamed a Dream

Versions: #1
Fantine:
Dear Lord,
What did I do to You?
Why did I fall,
And You let me
Fall further?
I once dreamed of a heart so big,
Wherein mine could find a place,
To share happiness.
Dear Lord,
What did I do to you?
 
I dreamed a dream of another life,
When my life passed me by
Like a dream.
I was prepared
For all the follies,
For all the passions
That would arise.
 
Then I was young, where was the harm?
I wanted to laugh,
To love, to live.
To dance until the end of the ball,
Intoxicated with happiness to be free.
 
But the wolves came in the night,
And one of them found my trail
I satisfied their appetite,
And gave myself to the first thief that passed.
 
He grew accustomed to my life.
I grew accustomed to his presence.
And then one day he disappeared,
And stole my childhood as well.
 
Sometimes I still dream of him.
That he regrets and begs forgiveness.
But this dream fades away at dawn,
Like the lamps after the end of a party.
 
I had a dream of another life,
That would begin as mine is ending,
So different now from what it seemed.
But life has killed
The dream I dreamed.
 

The Confrontation

Versions: #1
Javert:
Valjean, at last, your sentence you will serve,
Monsieur le Maire, you'll wear the chain you deserve.
 
Valjean:
Before you say another word, Javert,
Before you chain me up like a slave again,
Listen to me! There's a favor I must do.
This woman dies
Leaving behind a suffering child,
I have sworn to help her,
In heaven's name!
Three days are all I need.
Then I'll return, you have my word. Then I'll return.
 
Javert:
Your words of a convict!
I've hunted you across the years,
Men like you do not change,
You can never change.
 
Valjean:
Believe of me what you will,
There is a promise
I must keep to this dying one,
You know nothing of my life,
All I did was steal some bread,
You know nothing of the world,
It is not all black or white,
But nothing will prevent me from doing my duty.
I am warning you, Javert,
I am stronger than you by far,
I know what I must do,
If you will stand in my way,
I am warning you, Javert,
If I have to kill you here,
Nothing will stop me,
From seeing my duty through.
 
Javert:
Men like me do not change,
Any more than men like you,
No, 24601,
I am who serves the law,
You have no rights!
You're under arrest, 24601!
Now your luck has turned around,
Jean Valjean is lost and found,
Dare you talk to me of crime,
And the price you had to pay,
Every man must choose his way,
Even if he is born in sin.
You know nothing of Javert,
I was born inside a cell,
I was raised with scum like you,
I was surrounded by outlaws too.
 
Valjean:
And this I swear by all I hold dear.
 
Javert:
You will never escape me again.
 
Valjean:
Cosette will have a father soon.
 
Javert:
Wherever you are, I will be.
 
Valjean:
And she will know only happiness.
 
Both:
I swear to you, I will be there!
 

Fantine's Death

Versions: #1
Fantine:
It is so cold outside,
The little girls are wise,
They wait besides my bed,
While the hourglass empties.
 
My Cosette, the night is now descending,
In the sky, the evening star is appearing.
Close your eyes and forgive me, o my daughter,
I always dreamed that I will fulfill
Your need for a family.
 
The misery is not the dying mother,
But her child, the horror of men’s hearts,
As the shadows are descending upon Earth,
I will spend eternal night upon the bier.
 
VALJEAN:
Oh, Fantine!
I have so little time,
But Fantine, allow me to make this promise.
 
FANTINE:
Look, Monsieur!
Watch her playing!
 
VALJEAN:
Sleep in peace,
Rest in peace, my child.
 
FANTINE:
My Cosette…
 
VALJEAN:
She will be in my family.
 
FANTINE:
She is coming…
 
VALJEAN:
I will raise her as my daughter.
 
FANTINE:
Good monsieur,
A good angel is descending upon you.
 
VALJEAN:
You will see her soon,
I will fetch her myself.
 
FANTINE:
The light is shining
From the depths of your soul.
 
VALJEAN:
You will struggle no more.
 
FANTINE:
It lights up
The broken heart of a woman.
 
VALJEAN:
Virtuous before God!
 
FANTINE:
Good monsieur, I will be very happy,
To tell Cosette
That a saint has descended upon Earth!
 

The Bargain

Versions: #1
Thenardier:
Yes monsieur, well monsieur,
You have come to take away Cosette,
This diamond, this sapphire,
Who always lit up our lives with her smile,
Let us not speak of debt,
Let's not haggle for our dear Cosette,
Poor Fantine, up in heaven,
You know nothing for her was too dear,
We shared everything with her,
We raised her like she was our child,
Like our child, monsieur!
 
Valjean:
Your good sentiments do you credit,
I will ease the parting blow,
Let us finish this bargain which shames us.
Tell me, is this enough?
 
Madame Thenardier:
That would quite be enough,
If she had not so often been ill,
Her medicines are expensive,
Not to mention the agony, the despair,
But monsieur, we adored her.
A good Christian does his duty.
 
The Thenardiers:
One more detail, the last one,
The world is full of dishonest men,
Who can say, who can prove,
That your intentions are correct?
 
Valjean:
Take this then, for your service,
Fifteen hundred francs for your sacrifice,
Come Cosette, say adieu,
Your childhood awaits you under a new sky,
And you two, count it well,
Your sorrows will not be long to forget.
 

Master Thenardier

Versions: #1
THENARDIER:
Enter, monsieur,
You hit the nail in the head,
I am the best innkeeper
In the city.
My competitors
Are all smokers,
Or pheasants
Who rip off the guests.
Seldom do you see,
Honest men like me,
Those who are proud to serve
The French hostel industry!
 
Master Thénardier, quick to do freelance,
Gender of the client and of the wallet,
I unbutton them,
With a saucy tale,
The more they bottle-feed each other,
They are bottle-fed,
I hang out their problems,
It is a shame to pretend.
But we have little skin for the balls,
So I charge them extra.
 
Master of the house, coachman of the coach,
I heat up the embers in their pockets,
I serve the junglard, off of the anvil,
I stick their knicknacks into the feathers.
For life we are friends and brothers, of the blood and of the wine.
I do whatever pleases them, Lord! But I skin them to the core.
 
CUSTOMERS:
Master Thénardier is a good Christian,
Who spends all his time feeding his neighbor,
Servant to the poor, butler to the great.
Comforter, philosopher with all his heart,
Everybody’s companion, dear and attentive friend.
 
THENARDIER:
But keep your drawers shut,
Or else I’ll skin you tonight.
Enter, monsieur, the road is thirsty,
Unlace your boots, I open a carafe.
This sack of a ton, slows down your course,
But here we strive to lighten your purse.
Here the turkey is cooked, here the fat is fried,
And I have full control of everything that leaves my kitchen.
 
I serve the leftovers, the old makes the new,
Passed through my choppers, these bucks are pure beef.
Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat,
Filling up the sausages with this and that,
 
Residents on board are welcome, our suites are occupied year-round.
At reasonable charges, plus some little extras on the side.
 
I charge for the cockroaches,
The fleas and for the rats,
For every second their shadow wears out the mirror,
Before they depart, I charge them for,
All the fleas their dogs swallowed in the sector,
When it comes to fixing prices, there are a lot of tricks I know.
They snuff and they snort as the prices grow up and go through the roof!
 
CUSTOMERS:
Master Thénardier is a good Christian,
Who spends all his time feeding his neighbor,
Servant to the poor, butler to the great.
Comforter, philosopher with all his heart,
Everybody’s companion, everybody’s friend for the day.
 
THENARDIER:
They are so convinced, these fools, that they break by thanking me.
 
MADAME THENARDIER:
I often prayed that I would not have to grow old alone,
And there are times I would have been better off
Had I kept these thoughts my own.
 
Master Thénardier, isn’t worth wasting,
My years and virtues as a young girl,
Like all other men, he promises the moon.
But when the night comes, my girl, there’s hardly anybody left.
He takes God for his father,
But is always drunk like a goose.
Whenever he does something, I swear,
It looks like foie gras!
 
CUSTOMERS:
Master Thénardier,
 
MME. THENARDIER:
Master Lazy!
 
CUSTOMERS:
Comforter, philosopher,
 
MME. THENARDIER:
I do all the work!
 
CUSTOMERS:
Friend without malice,
Companion of the drunk.
 
MME. THENARDIER:
Hypocrite, liar, and bigot!
 
ALL: To the health of the innkeeper, and to the health of his spouse!
 
THENARDIER:
Everybody raise a glass!
 
MME. THENARDIER:
Raise it up the master’s arse!
 
ALL:
Let us drink in good cheer for our Master Thénardier!
 

My Story

Versions: #1
I do not know if this is the right letter...
 
And now I'm all alone again,
Without a friend, without anything to do.
I am not pressed to recover
My solitude and my misery.
I wait for night to come,
To invoke him in my memory.
 
I walk alone every night,
All the streets belong to me.
All of my thoughts fly to him
And I put my life in his.
While Paris sleeps at night.
I can make up my story.
 
My story, is like a fairytale
In the pages of my childhood.
 
I close my eyes,
And my prince comes to embrace me,
And I pray that his embrace
Will never become undone.
 
With him,
I no longer feel the same.
I love the rain,
And when we walk together.
Our two shadows,
Like two enamoured giants,
Get longer at our feet
And are reflected in the Seine.
 
And I know I made everything up.
I know that he will never be at my side.
And in spite of this, I still hope,
That with him, I will write my story.
 
I love him,
But when the night is over,
In the morning, he continues his route,
And the world
Becomes the same again,
It loses all its colors
And the rainbow loses its diadem.
 
I love him,
But I am alone in the world,
All my life, I’ve waited as a shadow.
My story
Is just an empty shell now,
A foolish dream of love
Where I had no part to play.
 
I love him. I love him. I love him,
Alone in my story.
 

The fault of Voltaire

Versions: #1
GAVROCHE:
I fell down from the air,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
My nose is in the stream too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
I’m not a notary,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
I am a little bird too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
 
CHILDREN:
He fell down from the air,
It’s the fault of Voltaire.
His nose is in the stream too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
If you’re not a notary,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
If you’re a little bird too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
 
GAVROCHE:
I fell down from the air,
But even God does not know how come.
I have no father nor mother
Who recognizes me as their child.
I made myself a family
Of lost children too,
Joyous vagabonds of the city
Who have big hearts to boot.
 
CHILDREN:
He fell down from the air,
It’s the fault of Voltaire.
His nose is in the stream too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
Joy is my character,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
Misery is my destiny,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
 
GAVROCHE:
I walk barefoot,
But the feet walk just as well,
I take whatever I want
And pay without problems.
I run away from
The merchants and from their wives.
 
ALL:
And to catch me
It will take more than one gendarme!
 
GAVROCHE:
I am known everywhere
From Clignancourt to Belleville.
They love me everywhere,
Save for the sergeants-de-ville.
I take what I see and also what I do not.
It’s useful to know in advance,
What your next meal will be.
Misery is my destiny,
It’s the fault of Rousseau,
 
CHILDREN:
They’re lazy at Nanterre,
 
GAVROCHE:
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
 
CHILDREN:
And stupid at Pallisot
 
GAVROCHE:
It’s the fault of Rousseau,
 
CHILDREN:
If you're not a notary,
 
GAVROCHE:
It's the fault of Voltaire.
 
CHILDREN:
If you're a little bird too
 
GAVROCHE:
It's the fault of Rousseau:
 
ALL:
He fell down from the air,
It’s the fault of Voltaire.
His nose is in the stream too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
If you’re not a notary,
It’s the fault of Voltaire,
If you’re a little bird too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau.
If you’re a little bird too,
It’s the fault of Rousseau!
 

Under the Stars

Versions: #1
JAVERT:
There, in the dark of the night,
Is a fugitive running,
Under the stars.
Under the stars.
God be my witness.
I shall not yield
Until he is before me,
Kneeling at my feet.
 
He follows the way of the devil,
I follow the way of the Lord.
I make order prevail,
Bringing truth to light.
And those who fall,
As Lucifer fell,
The flames of hell!
 
Brightly, in their multitudes,
Do the stars reign,
Soldiers of shadow.
Posted in space,
You are the sentinels.
Who watch over us,
And who guard the sky,
And who guard the sky.
 
Each knows their place in the night,
Each follows their course in silence,
And nothing can divert
Them from the path
Of their vigilance.
And if they fall, as Lucifer fall,
They fall into hell!
 
These words are written,
In eternal ink,
On the doorways to paradise,
That those who falter
And those who fall,
Shall pay the price!
 
O God of Justice,
Show me the way,
And for thy glory,
I will plant your sword,
Myself, this I swear!
This I swear by the stars!
 

Finale

Valjean:
I no longer depart alone,
I am happy.
I have seen your smile again,
Now I may finally die.
 
Cosette:
You will live,
Papa, you're going to live.
I want you to live,
Listen to me!
 
Valjean:
Yes, Cosette,
You forbid me to die.
I will try to obey.
On this page,
I write my soul's confession.
And the secrets,
That you would want to know.
It's the story,
Of one who loved so,
That she confided you in me
Before she disappeared.
 
Fantine:
Come with me,
Where chains will never bind you.
Let me guide you
Towards the supreme happiness.
Lord in Heaven,
Look down on him in mercy.
 
Valjean:
Forgive me all my treaspasses
And take me to your kingdom.
 
Fantine and Eponine:
Take my hand,
And come into his light.
Take the love,
Which shines when life is fading.
 
Fantine, Eponine, and Valjean:
And remember,
The truths within your prayer:
'Who loves another person
Is most near to God on Earth.'
 
Company:
For the will of the people,
None can extinguish our voice,
And so the song will ring out forever,
As it had so long before,
We wish that our light
Penetrates the mask of night,
To illuminate our land,
And to change our lives.
The glorious day will come
When on its march towards the ideal,
Mankind will progres from evil to good
And from falsehoods to truth.
A dream may yet die,
But hope lives on forever!
Will you join in our crusade,
Of those with hopes for humanity?
For every fallen barricade,
One hundred more will rise again!
For the will of the people,
We hear the sound of distant drums,
Announcing the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes!
Will you join in our crusade,
Of those with hopes for humanity?
For every fallen barricade,
One hundred more will rise again!
For the will of the people,
We hear the sound of distant drums,
Announcing the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes!
Ah! Tomorrow comes!
 

What to do? [Who am I?]

Valjean:
He thinks that man is me,
This could be my chance.
I have nothing to do,
Other than to keep silent,
But I have struggled for so long,
Built and made up so much,
Only to give it up,
For a stray remorse?
If I stay silent, I am damned.
And if I speak, I am condemned!
What of these workers who work in the factory,
And who believe in me?
Can I abandon them? I would be sending them back
To nothing again.
If I stay silent, I am damned.
But if I speak, I am condemned.
What to do?
Can I betray this man damned by error?
Let him fall into the depths of misfortune?
This innocent who bears my face,
Who goes to judgement in my place,
What to do?
Can I refuse to walk back into hell,
Because I made my paradise on Earth?
Cross out my past forevermore
And bask in oblivion,
What to do?
How can I look into the mirror and see,
The face of a man who dares not look back at me.
My soul belongs to God alone,
And none can claim it as their own,
If this is a trial God sent me,
Then it is decided for me!
What to do? There's nothing to do!
I am Jean Valjean!
Here is the truth at last, Javert,
An innocent man was tried in my stead.
Who am I?
24601!
 

A doll in the window

Versions: #1
Cosette:
There is a doll in the window,
She looks at me, and she is bored.
I think she's searching for a mother.
And I wish she could be my daughter.
 
Inside a house that’s full of toys,
There are a hundred girls of my age,
Who always dress up their dolls,
And who never once make their beds.
 
I will put on her some lace,
She will have petticoats of silk,
I want my daughter to be the prettiest,
That she’ll be proud,
Yes, very proud of me.
 
There is a doll in the window.
She looks at me and calls my name.
If only I knew how to write,
I would ask Santa Claus of her.
 

Your Memento

This love in my heart is a memento from you
and the reason of my sleeplessness is waiting for you (for your love)
This love in my heart is a memento from you
and the reason of my sleeplessness is waiting for you (for your love)
 
I said I love you, you said congratulations (you said OK)
I said I love you, you said congratulations (you said OK)
 
From that moment I couldn’t breathe anymore, I couldn’t talk anymore (I could neither breathe nor talk)
From that moment I couldn’t breathe anymore, I couldn’t talk anymore (I could neither breathe nor talk)
 
My heart was full of tones but my tongue was narrow (I couldn’t bring them on my tongue)
My heart was full of tones but my tongue was narrow (I couldn’t bring them on my tongue)
My heart was full of tones but my tongue was narrow (I couldn’t bring them on my tongue)
 
Your vainglory killed me, fairness is a good thing
Your vainglory killed me, fairness is a good thing
 
you know nothing about my pain, Anyone who doesn’t know you
When sees you asks “Which lucky person is going to have this pretty girl?”
 
My heart was full of tones but my tongue was narrow (I couldn’t bring them on my tongue)
Your vainglory killed me, fairness is a good thing
Your vainglory killed me, fairness is a good thing
Your vainglory killed me
 

Sea Song

The sky sways, sways above me
And the deck trembles underfoot
One who hasn’t tasted salt,
Who hasn’t felt the waves
Can’t be called a real sailor
And let the sea waves roll, roll
And far from us is our native lighthouse
And let it rock, rock, I know for sure
Any storm can be weathered by a sailor
The ship sails calmly toward the familiar pier,
And with pride we’ll climb down the ladder to shore
We’re on the ground, still shaking a bit,
And tomorrow we’ll be at sea, tomorrow we’ll be at sea again.
And let the sea waves roll, roll
And far from us is our native lighthouse
And let it rock, rock, I know for sure
Any storm can be weathered by a sailor.
And our lives, our lives are not the easiest
Today there’s a light breeze on the sea, tomorrow a hurricane
But I wouldn’t switch places with anyone
For this life, for this life I’ll live two lives!
And let the sea waves roll, roll
And far from us is our native lighthouse
And let it rock, rock, I know for sure
Any storm can be weathered by a sailor.
 

Devojke

Zar to nije malo drugačije od onoga što si pričao samo do malo pre?
Pokazala sam ti samo delić svoje prave sebe
A ti se samo nerviraš i nerviraš i nerviraš i nerviraš
Ponašaš se prema meni kao da sam stvar i samo toliko
Zar to nije malo drugačije od onoga što si pričao samo do malo pre?
 
Da činiš svoje greške tuđim
I da se kriješ dok bežiš
Te nikada neće dovesti do nekog cilja
Jeste mi žao, ali za sada je zbogom za tebe
 
Moja sebičnost kaže umesto mene, ako nema tebe onda mi ne valja
(Kako mi nikada ne bi otišao, kako te nikada ne bih oterala)
Da li je ljubav? Ili samo prijateljstvo? Htela bih da znam baš sve
(A previše mi je nejasno, ništa ne shvatam)
Čekaću da mi zakucaš na vrata srca jednog dana
 
E pa od malo pre više nije samo o tebi
Kako bi ti bilo da se i ti povrediš barem malo?
 
Nemoj me zabluđivati takvim finim rečima
I sam znaš da im ne mogu verovati, prekini da se praviš tako kul
 
Koliko god godina prošlo, koje god vreme došlo, samo nemoj stati
 
Reci više da ti nema vajde ako mene nema, makar bi bio iskren tada
(Hoću da me ti želiš više, ne pravi se jak)
Posledice ljubavi su jedino mesto gde bi devojka koja i dalje sanja mogla pobeći
(Hvata ih a onda joj ponovo beže)
Mislim da ćeš mi slomiti ključ ka srcu jednog dana...
 
Moja sebičnost kaže umesto mene, ako nema tebe onda mi ne valja
(Kako mi nikada ne bi otišao, kako te nikada ne bih oterala)
Da li je ljubav? Ili samo prijateljstvo? Htela bih da znam baš sve
(A previše mi je nejasno, ništa ne shvatam)
Čekaću da mi zakucaš na vrata srca jednog dana
 
Ništa drugo mi nikada neće trebati, ne, ne, ne
 
Samo hoću da verujem i u sutrašnji dan, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne
 

Once Upon a Time

Versions: #1
Seven dwarves and myself set the stage,
and I play the role of Saltimbanco.
Dark times - Snow Whites need not apply.
All our mythology needs a redesign.
 
This twisted tale finds Alice
In a desolate land, wonders dismissed.
The piglets are becoming sows
And instead of three, there’s thousands.
 
Once upon a time, as they say,
I had hope for the human race,
Now, I only run in place.
Once upon a time, as they say,
Fine fairy tales paved my way.
Now, just like them, I’ve gone stale.
 
It’s good that you’re here with me.
I hope our love grows yet more deep.
May we spin this straw into some golden new fantasy.
It’s good that you’re here with me.
I hope our love grows yet more deep.
And once in a while, would you please hide the truth from me.
 
Cinderella prefers scents made by Escada,
And her feet look neat in immodest Pradas.
Storybook girl, throw away your red hood!
The wolf already resides inside your head.
 
They were all coming back to me, my dreams.
They’d all become over-large for my heart.
Even if you kick up a fuss, nothing will be redeemed--
The fairy tale has already been ripped apart.
 
No, never again, never blessed,
Never for those I detest.
 

Kim Possible Intro (Swedish)

Ooh yeeeah, yeah
 
I seem like an ordinary girl
But saving the world is my thing
Nothing can stop Kim Pos-si-ble
I can manage anything
If a danger threatens
Do you know that I'm on my way?
(Do you know that I'm on my way?)
 
When something happens, I'm always close
You just call me, Kim Possible
 
Shout, call me
If you wanna come with me
Mail and SMS are perfectly okay
Kimunicator, baby
Shout, call me
If you wanna at me
(Shout, call me
If you wanna at me)
 
One can any time
One can anywhere
I'm taking over the fight
Until everything's put in order
 
Threat or danger
Then I'll just come
You know you can always reach
Kim Possible!
 
(What's the concern?)
 
Shout, call me
If you wanna at me
 

Weißensee

You definitely know this place
You go there and are instantly
Smitten by the feeling
Like a fading chord
All your troubles float away
And you head is cool once more
 
And your heart warms up again
Nature, with it's charm
Forces out all your restraints
And suddenly, you're free
You breathe deeply and want to be there
To just touch the horizon briefly
 
Here, you get the feeling
That the world suddenly comes to a stop
You can only find that feeling on the Weißensee
And now I know what I want
Because here, I see my lifestyle
In a totally different way
 
When summer calls for you
Then love is in air
Especially in the air on the lake
Come on, we're skipping today1
Blue like the reflection of the woman
With whom I'm standing here in the water
 
We're standing in infinity
We lose our sense of time
Time has long been passé here
Who doesn't want to be happy here?
Let the joy in
Hear the thought, the idea
 
And my heart beats much too fast
When I place myself on the cliff
And I hear the Weißensee faintly
Come on and just fly off of it
Say, where do you get
So much life from? Hey, from the Weißensee!
 
Say, do you hear the silence, too?
When I dive deep and deeper
Suddenly, I hear only the Weißensee
And slowly, I'm getting quiet, too
You don't need much for this happiness:
Some love and the Weißensee
 
Slowly, I get the feeling
That the evening is much too cool
And leaving hurts the most
Stay with me for a moment
Then we'll be alone again
I hope that we'll see each other again
 
On the Weißensee
On the Weißensee
On the Weißensee
On the Weißensee
 

• 1. 'Blau' means 'blue' in German, but here, it's used as part of the phrase 'blau machen', which means 'to skip work/school' or 'to play hooky'

Russian Cyberfolk Song

Versions: #1
Dove-colored drones are taking wings,
Above the fields they soar in the sky,
Oh, Bird of Iron, you’ll never understand me,
The nestless bird flies over the ground
 
There’s an android siting below, his head is down,
The robot’s grieving about a new upgrade.
What kind of system is it? How to handle with it?
We have no clue, but we like it very much
 
A robobird is taking off, but its blades fail to spin,
The battery’s discharged, GPS doesn’t load.
There’re drones in the sky, full of amperage
Once they’ll fly away from us, never to be found.
 
Dove-colored drones are taking wings,
Above the fields they soar in the sky,
It’s flying high above at some own frequency,
The drone flies across the sky rustling its wings,
 
As a bumblebee it’s humming,
I hear some radio interference there
Yes, robots are omnipotent
 
Alas, we are not them
 

dreaming of what was

From a state of ethereal bliss, I suddenly became aware of the sorrows of life, trivial matters and the swiftness of change
I now prepare in detail to stay here, and recreate the past so that I can recall it all
I gather my most important memories of you, and everything that your beauty touched
I let myself recreate all the things of then, because is was there that i met you
 
The perfect past, on that flawless, beautiful backdrop
Life is lived in leisure and humility, with no parting,
Devoid of quarrel, existing in harmony
With no painful work, only humble pleasures, the years are free of worries
 
When you rode away, your figure looked as though i were seeing it from the images on a scroll, so distant
It's as if fate wants to keep us apart, it's hard to keep hope
I can but wait for a chance of your return without letting myself be dependant on it
 
I let all my past with you in
My frail, once glorious self vigorously recreating it all
Slight recollection of you quickly overpowers me
Like the ripples of sound from the strings of the harp, crying out in beautiful sorrow at the touch of remembrance
As I finish reflecting, a strong and strange relief fills my body
Though as it is, there is little remains of the love once held by us, I still remember it
And i realise that my existence, though miles away from you, is still not free
 
The lifespans of the sun and moon are impossible to measure
Love completely occupies people’s lives, in exchange for all its associated emotions
But the wise know that the uncertainties of life cannot be helped
And that everyone will eventually be separated and loveless after this life, so one should make the most of it
 
Poetry says the red beans all over the southern land are people who have been tragically separated, and I'm not skeptical of this
When we first met we were young, now we are so old
I don’t want to forget you, I will constantly search for you
Outside my weak recollection of ideals, people are even weaker
counterintuitive, like the fact that lightness and darkness are both made of the same fabric
Before the cruelty of the world ails me I must distance myself from all of it
If I commit myself to here and not you, I can succeed in this world
The laws of fate say that it will inevitably return vitality into desolation, gradually weaken the strong and alleviate pain
but with the slightest exertion the ancients suddenly break this cycle of succession
While just my body returns to normal life, my soul keeps up at this useless game
What I cannot tell myself, is that that while I am physically free, my heart is forever attached to you
 
Love is sudden and unstable
Love is something by nature absurd and irrational
Love is a person who is profound but not benevolent, well seen but not old
Love is a thought, that though does not stop existing as we stop writing, that will continue to exist through time though its documentation may deteriorate, which will forever imprison us
 
However beautiful, love will be imperfect if not practised
And only practise which entails always the core essence of love can make a relationship truly beautiful
While practise can ultimately cause sorrow to love that is only superficially true, it strengthens true love
As I struggle to stay alive, i know that you cannot keep pursuing me
As I indulge in comfort pleasures , i realise that you can’t keep waiting for me
But if it be though for a fleeting moment, I wish destiny would allow our souls, destined to be apart, to meet in harmony
All other thoughts depart from my mind
As I sit, chin on hand, thinking about how little I know and how short life is
If in this cut off state of ignorance, isolation and short life, there is no way of sensing the future...
Then why should I believe this painful lovesickness will never be fulfilled by you again?
I wish I could shed these years spent without you, go back to the suddenness and excitement of our perfect love
I look back on what was
A tangled destiny connects us in all corners of the world
and no matter how far I distance myself my heart, I will never be truly free from you
 

O Cameleer

O Cameleer1,look at the camels, one after another, a drunken chain
The commander,the lord,my soulmate,the outsiders are [all] drunk23
 
O gardener,the minstrel's lightning4turned into a cloud5over the cup-bearer6
The garden, the mountainside, the blossom, the thorn are now drunk
 
O sky! Enough of turning around, watch the turning of elements7
Water, Wind, Earth and Fire are [all] drunk
 
Such a feeling on the outside, never bother to ask about the inside
The soul, the reason, the earth, and the secrets are [all] drunk
 
O Shamse Tabrizi8, no one is sober around you [ever]
wasted are the infidel, the believer, drunk are the pious, the drunkard
 
O Cameleer, look at the camels, one after another, a drunken chain
The commander, the lord, my soulmate, the outsiders are [all] drunk
 

• 1. In ancient times camels were a common means of long distance traveling through the deserts
• 2. All over this poem 'drunk' means 'drunk in love'
• 3. The lyrics are couplets 1,2,3,4 and 1 again from a poem by
• 4. of fury
• 5. i.e. it shades instead of harming
• 6. fig. beautiful woman, cup-bearer is a common symbol of beauty in Persian poetry
• 7. refers to the
• 8. : Spiritual mentor of Rumi in Islamic mysticism (aka Sufism)

Fifty kilometers

Shadowless is the road
Near and far there's no tree
Even on the far horizon
There's no forestline greeting us!
Fifty kilometers,
Comrades, then it's done.
But we will prove:
We have enough power
We have enough power
for a hundred kilometers.
 
Shadowless is the road,
The sun burns down hot,
Through the wide blue of the sky
Travels not even a single cloud!
Fifty kilometers,
Comrades, then it's done.
But we will prove:
We have enough power
We have enough power
for a hundred kilometers.
 
Shadowless is the road,
Our tread remains firm,
And if someone gets tired
We carry them along!
Fifty kilometers,
Comrades, then it's done.
But we will prove:
We have enough power
We have enough power
for a hundred kilometers.
 

Tell Me Baby Girl

Yo, Alex Martini
My bed smells like you
Tell me, baby girl if you're coming back
 
My bed smells like you, your smell won't go away
Tell me, baby, if you're coming back
Even though I've been with someone else I'll never forget
All those memories of when I kissed you
My bed smells like you, your smell won't go away
Tell me, baby, if you're coming back
Even though I was with someone else I'll never forget
All those memories of when I kissed you
 
And give it to him with no clothes on, take it off
You got an *ss like JLo
You say 'no' to those who throw you down
Cause you know there's no other like me
 
Come on, mommy, come do it to me nicely and smooth
Move your booty like only you know how
Get on top, let's go together in my ship
Let the time don't end it
Since then, now I've got her in every pose
If you're with your friends you don't know me
But you know you're mine because
 
My bed smells like you, your smell won't go away
Tell me, baby, if you're coming back
Even though I've been with someone else I'll never forget
All those memories of when I kissed you
My bed smells like you, your smell won't go away
Tell me, baby, if you're coming back
Even though I was with someone else I'll never forget
All those memories of when I kissed you
 
Oh, ma', lookin' at you, and you're lookin' for me
Don't pay attention to everything they tell you
If you know that I'm crazy to have you
Baby, give it to me and drink two or three
Every time we see each other my tongue brushes your skin
And tell him, tell him that they can't see
The little things we do when they can't see us
 
Come on, mommy, come do it to me nicely and smooth
Move your booty like only you know how
Get on top, let's go together in my ship
Let the time don't end it
Since then, now I've got her in every pose
If you're with your friends you don't know me
But you know you're mine because
 
My bed smells like you, your smell won't go away
Tell me, baby, if you're coming back
Even though I've been with someone else I'll never forget
All those memories of when I kissed you
My bed smells like you, your smell won't go away
Tell me, baby, if you're coming back
Even though I was with someone else I'll never forget
All those memories of when I kissed you
 
Mmm-mmm
Robledo, woh-woh-woh-woh-woh
Outer Space
Dabruk
 

Next time I will block the pillbox

Who blocked the enemy's pillbox spouting fire?
They were youths who had many dreams.
I, too, am a youth of this land,
I, too, am a son of the Motherland,
Next time, next time,
I, I will block the pillbox.
 
Youth that burned with seething hope
Glorified in a moment the life of heroes.
I, too, am a youth of this land,
I, too, am a son of the Motherland,
Next time, next time,
I, I will block the pillbox.
 
Those who gave their heart for the Motherland,
Those youths' life will be eternal.
I, too, am a youth of this land,
I, too, am a son of the Motherland,
Next time, next time,
I, I will block the pillbox.
 

Song of the Moscow children about Stalin

You live, beloved Stalin,
In our dear city.
It is good that we and you
Live in this city!
 
The same happy sun
That wakes us up every morning
Also looks into your window
At that same early hour.
 
We walk, we play
In the garden at Moskva river
And over the clear water
We see the tower and the star.
 
Maybe, in the high Kremlin
You hear how we sing...
It is good that we and you
Live in our city!
 

To the partisan martyrs

O days of war, of flames and fire
I often recall and revisit you again
Through songs we challenged the barbaric foe
The song was the bullet and the attack itself
Rocks and difficulties affronted day and night
But we never stopped our fiery song.
 
- Chorus 2x
Now sound out you partisan songs
I remember and sing you again
Oh songs, put together amidst battles, storms
About comrades who fell for honor, freedom.