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Train station stories

It's raining slowly, I'm sitting in the train station
eyes feel like hurting
thoughts from yesterday evening
the scent from the corridor
Mmm...
 
You were telling about a monthly due
a clock was beating silently
I knew it's the last time
the absurd has succeeded again
Mmm...
 
My eyes on an ended line
were wandering searching
trains that are not on the map,
lines that mean destiny
trains that are leaving, not coming
and the years that are gone
 
Three gipsies are playing violin
someone's giving me aspirins
they all talked laughing
I wanted to tell them about you
I was thinking only about you
 
They were talking about the agrarian problem
I was crying, they were laughing, how strange
and the gipsies were playing on the violin
their favorite song
their unforgettable song
 
Gipsies are passing, I'm listening to their song
breaking the glass, wanting to forget you...
Gipsies are passing, I'm listening to their song
breaking the glass, wanting to forget you...
Gipsies are passing, I'm listening to their song
breaking the glass, wanting to forget you...
Gipsies are passing, I'm listening to their song
breaking the glass, wanting to forget you...
 

Haîku 7 The snail

The snail
So small
Is the only animal
That on its back carries
The spirals
of galaxies.
Minute astronomer.
 

If the Rain Stopped

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If you go, don't close the door
I hope that you'll pass by tomorrow
I lay my eyes upon you
It's like I'm losing a part of me
I swear, it is hard
 
Maybe if the rain stopped
And there wouldn't be tears falling from the sky
Stars would rise, you would come
God, I'm sad again
I'm staying at the bar to drown my sorrow
I drink and wait for you until day
 
It's raining slowly, slowly
It's raining and I miss your eyes
Shall I die, I miss you
 
I'm waiting for you to come back to me
Your face and your eyes, I miss
I don't take your photo out
I don't look at it, I can't
I swear, it is hard
 
It's raining slowly, slowly
It's raining and I miss your eyes
Shall I die, I miss you
 

Riding the Bikes*

You can turn off my heat
And shut off the light,
You can do whatever you want to me,
You can take away my food, even my booze
And if you want, even all my money.
 
He-he-hey, don't mess with them,
These are my friends!
He-he-hey, they may be long-haired or bald,
But you're gonna get it if you mess with them!
 
Celebrating on the bikes**,
I'm always riding my two wheels.
 
Leather and biker boots,
Jackets and freedom -
So is life on the saddle.
It keeps you from being hungry
And keeps you from being thirsty
If you're brave enough for it.
 
He-he-hey, don't mess with them,
These are my friends!
He-he-hey, they may be long-haired or bald,
But you're gonna get it if you mess with them!
 
Celebrating on the bikes,
I'm always riding my two wheels. (×2)
 
Say 'Hey!' if you're one of my kind - Hey! (×4)
 

Beware snail

I heard the words
But I lost my voice
I put everything in my backpack
And I set straight out
 
Beware snail
I’ve known a few battles
And when the snow turns blue
You’ll have lost your eyes
 
There are words that kill
Songs that move you
There’s noise in the street
 
I know well, that in the end it’s always the same
I know well that you drag yourself along
I know well, that in the end it’s always the same
I know well that you drag yourself along
 
I didn’t tell the birds that you didn’t like them
I didn’t awaken the crows
That’s just what they were waiting for
 
Beware snail
I’ve lost a few battles
But I’ve kept in my head
A few traces of you
 
There are words that kill
Songs that move you
There’s noise in the street
 
I know well, that in the end it’s always the same
I know well that you drag yourself along
I know well, that in the end it’s always the same
I know well that you drag yourself along
 

The Workers

Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
From Salva to Vişeu,
the man tames the iron,
The pick beats hard,
Thought for the proud lady from the porch, oh-oh!
From Salva to Viseu.
 
Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
From Salva to Vişeu,
the man, the mountain and the sky
meet in the narrow path
Thought for the kids in the porch
From Salva to Vişeu.
 
We are the workers passing by whistling
Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.
We are the workers passing by whistling
Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.
 
From Salva to Vişeu,
the train has its way
and I always see my father
thought for the kids in the porch, oh-ho
Pass from Salva to Vişeu
 
We are the workers passing by whistling
Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.
We are the workers passing by whistling
Neither rain, nor sun or wind can stop us.
 

Taking charge

We live scratching solutions
That try to scape from our wit
We keep holding situations
That go way out of hand
Lost in the great unnaturality
As fragile as crystal
 
Taking charge is knowing
The real escence of your being
Taking charge is learning
 
How to find the tip of the iceberg?
How to look for the needle in a haystack?
How to get busy without worrying?
How to leave what we like and does wrong?
Blinded by our individuality
Derailed between good and evil
 
Taking charge is knowing
The real escence of your being
Taking charge is learning
To bear it well
 
Let's learn to forgive and we'll be forgiven
Man is war, man is war
The world sickens more, andd more, and more
 

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Tell me why

If I'd ask you why?
Why you, sir
The C.I.A is sleeping with the curse
The Police is silent, they know what they do
The blind Justice is ready to sip
And the K.G.B is migrating to Tibet
Icons and crimes, sex in the showcase
And sluts on the street going for the catch
Hiv is smiling to you, your falling for it
On the death train you don't need a ticket
If I'd ask you why
You, sir
The fate is vanishing with the Bible in the blood
Witches and priests are singing at graves
The witch is lying to you, and the disease is spreading
Let's do not pawn our lives
If I'd ask you why
You, sir
On the death train you don't need a ticket
Let's do not pawn our lives
Is falling in elbows from work, nephew
From worries and stress and interests
Pay nothing, fear is holding us
Let's do not pawn our lives
If I'd ask you why?
Of you sir,
If I'd ask you why?
Of you sir,
If I'd ask you why?
Of you sir,