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The Afterparty of the End of the World

The world has ended
It wasn't an explosion
It was little by little, no one noticed
And what is left
Is the overtime
Of a game that we already lost
 
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the end of the world
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the end of the world
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
Of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
 
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
 
Me, call me, call me, me-me, call me, me, c-
Me, call me, c-, call me, me, call me
Me, call me, call me, me-me, call me
Me, call me, c-, call me
 
Me, call me, call me, me-me, call me, me, c-
Me, call me, c-, call me, me, call me
Me, call me, call me, me-me, call me
Me, call me, c-, call me
 
Your face, your remains, your trail
Your taste, your gesture, your waste
Between treatments and portraits
They tear to pieces
Disguising the facts
Protecting fetuses
And taking futile photos, futile photos, futile photos
Futile, futile
In parties like these (futile)
 
Look around, enjoy the end
Enjoy it while it ends (if it hasn't ended already)
Look around, enjoy the end
Enjoy, cause we are screwed
Cause we are screwed, we are
 
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
Here it's the leftovers, it turned to leftovers
 
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the end of the world
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the end of the world
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
Of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
 

Mangaio's fair

Rope tabaco, pack saddle
I have to sell it, who wants to buy it?
Corn sweet cake, corn bread and coconut candy
I have to sell it, who wants to buy it?
Peanut brittle, rosemary, cinnamon
Kit, get out of here! I got work to do
Ans then Zé 1 went in hurry to the birds's fair
And the birds started to fly everywhere
 
There were a small store in the corn of the street
Where the hawker was going to get animated
He was gonna take a sip of cachaça with roasted partridge
And look at Maria of the Juá's 2 stand
 
There was a small store on the corn of the street
Where the hawker was going to get uplifted
He was gonna take a shot of cachaça with roasted partridge
And look at Maria of the Juá's stand
 
Horse halter and rein
I can sell, who wants buy it?
Manioc flour, rapadura and soursop
I can sell, who wants to buy it?
Oil lamp wick, clay pot
Oh boy, I gotta go
I must go back
Work my land
like if I was an ox in an ox cart
Espadrilles with laces won't take me there
 
Because there is an accordion player in the corner of the street
Doing a great melody so we could dance
There was Zefa, Porcina's daughter doing lace
And the relentless sound of the bellows
 
Because there is an accordion player in the corner of the street
Doing a great melody so we could dance
There was Zefa, Porcina's daughter doing lace
And the relentless sound of the bellows
 
What a great forró! 3
 
Rope tabaco, pak saddle
I have to sell it, who wants to buy
Corn sweet cake, corn bread and coconut candy
I have to sell it, who wants to buy
Peanut brittle, rosemary, cinnamon
Kit, get out of here! I got work to do
And then Zé went in hurry to the birds's fair
And the birds started to fly everywhere
 
There was a small store on the corn of the street
Where the hawker was going to get uplifted
He was gonna take a shot of cachaça with roasted partridge
And look at Maria of the Juá's stand
 
But there is an accordion player in the corner of the street
Doing a great melody so we could dance
There was Zefa, Porcina's daughter doing lace
And the relentless sound of the bellows
 
What a breathtaking accordion player!
 

• 1. nickname to José, Joseth in the English version
• 2. *juá* is a fruit that also can be used to make soap
• 3. king of music

All or nothing

I lie, I lie to you that it will pass
I lie to myself that I'll feel like leaving
But time tries me
You spin me without stopping me
You tell me that it'll be fine
We'll just stick to here and now
You're soul, I'm your soul
Stuck in a ring of smoke
 
The deception drips down my lips
Your gaze, bitter blood
The smell of wild flowers
Makes me addicted to the gram
 
But stay a little longer
I promise that nobody will know
How our hearts beat to the same rhythm
Like two strangers,
I promise that nobody will know
How from nothing, everything was made
And how of everything, nothing remained
 
I feel, I feel you in each night
When my dreams seem longer
The reality is hollow
We hide from ourselves in the pieces of the illusion
I breathe you so sincerely
 
I hold you tight, deep in my chest
You're the breeze which floods my lungs
I miss you when I can't sleep and I wait for you
 
The deception drips down my lips
Your gaze, bitter blood
The smell of wild flowers
Makes me addicted to the gram
 
But stay a little longer
I promise that nobody will know
How our hearts beat to the same rhythm
Like two strangers,
I promise that nobody will know
How from nothing, everything was made
And how of everything, nothing remained
 

The telephone weeps

(Child) Hello!
 
(Dad) Listen, is your mum nearby?
Please tell her: 'Mum, there's someone for you.'
 
(C) Ah, it's the gentleman from last time?
Ok, I'll go find her
I think she's taking a bath
and I don't know if she can come.
 
(D) Tell her, please, tell her it's important
I am going to wait.
 
(C) Tell me, have you done something to my mum?
She is gesturing to me
she is whispering to me 'Make him believe I'm not here.'
 
(D) Tell me, how is your house?
Do you learn your lessons every evening?
 
(C) Oh yes! But since my mum works
a neighbor takes me to school.
There's only one signature on my booklet,
others have those of their dads, I don't.
 
(D) Oh, tell her I suffer
I have been suffering for six years,
it's your age, my child.
 
(C) Ah, no. I am five years old.
Eh, tell me, have you already met my mum?
For she has never told me about you.
Stay on the line, eh!
 
(D) The telephone weeps when she doesn't come
When he cries 'I love you'
the words die inside the handset.
The telephone weeps, don't hang up
I am so close to you with my voice.
Will you be at the hotel Beau-Rivage for the upcoming holidays?
Do you like the beach?
 
(C) Oh yes, I love bathing
and I can also swim.
But tell me, how do you know the hotel Beau-Rivage?
Have you been to Sainte Maxime too?
 
(P) Oh, tell her my suffering
how much I love both of you!
 
(C) I love you? But I have never seen you
What's up?
Your voice is different, why?
But... you are crying, why?
 
(D) The telephone weeps when she doesn't come
When he cries 'I love you'
the words die inside the handset.
The telephone weeps, don't hang up
I am so close to you with my voice.
Tell me, listen, yes
The telephone weepsfor the last time
because tomorrow I will be at the bottom of a train.
Tell me, stall her.
 
(C) But she's going away
 
(D) Insist!
 
(C) She's gone
 
(D) If she's gone, so be it.
 
(C) Goodbye, sir.
 
(D) Goodbye, little one.
 

When does your life start?

Yes, you've been wandering around for a long time already
Been silent for a while, your legs are too heavy.
And you can hear this melody the whole time,
Which is woven into your life.
 
And your shoulders already hurt,
You can't see the path
The air is too dirty.
And there is that melody all the while,
Which is woven into your life.
 
Refrain:
You get more and more quiet.
Is there anyone there,
Who can still hear you?
When does your life begin?
It's still not too late
To go another way.
Because I can still hear you,
Your life starts now.
Just believe it:
It starts now,
It starts now.
You've been waiting for so long
And it starts now,
It starts now.
 
You find it hard to get up,
To take one step forward.
To confront your life.
Then you think of this melody,
Which pulls you up again.
 
You walk beneath your umbrella,
Not wanting to hear anyone,
Just to be alone.
But then this melody comes,
Which pulls you up again.
 
[Refrain] (2x)
 
This is when your life begins (8x)
 
Just believe it:
It starts now,
It starts now.
You've been waiting for so long
And it starts now,
It starts now.
 
This is when your life begins (8x)
 
Just believe it:
It starts now,
It starts now.
 
This is when your life begins (8x)
 

Brother Louis

Clasiqueros!
 
Yeah! My love is like a fire and you
Can cheer it up even more
If you open your heart, it's easy, so easy.
Your… your game won't last,
It won't make you get there.
I know you love me, only me.
 
She isn't for you, brother Louis Louis Louis.
She wants a love that lifts her to the top.
In her eyes you can see, brother Louis Louis Louis,
That I am that love and I own her charm.
 
Brother Louis Louis Louis
Oh, she doesn't belong to you.
Oh, I know it's so cruel,
Loving for nothing.
Brother Louis Louis Louis
Oh, let her go away.
Oh, I'll make her happy.
I promise to love her.
 
There, she looks at me, only me,
Her heart commands it that way
And that's how her love will be forever, forever.
You'll never be able to get there,
'Cause her love was made for me
From the moment I saw her.
 
She isn't for you, brother Louis Louis Louis.
She wants a love that lifts her to the top.
In her eyes you can see, brother Louis Louis Louis,
That I am that love and I own her charm.
 
Brother Louis Louis Louis
Oh, she doesn't belong to you.
Oh, I know it's so cruel,
Loving for nothing.
Brother Louis Louis Louis
Oh, let her go away.
Oh, I'll make her happy.
I promise to love her.
 

Our Party

Our dreams are bold
and our palm is powerful,
where dwellings were destroyed,
a new marble house is being built there.
It is our Party's will,
it is our Party's voice and initiative
give flight to dreams
and power to hands.
 
We were building the Party to
let Poland build today for us,
for our days, for our dreams, for our yearnings
our working and powerful land.
We were building the Party to
let Poland build today for us,
for our days, for our dreams, for our yearnings
our working and powerful land.
 
From dawn until late,
the sound of hammers is heard,
it's people are forge happiness
in giant forges.
Oh, lead us, Party, into the future,
strength will not be lost on the way.
On the Oder and on the Vistula
we wash the dust off our faces.
 

CLARITY

Day by day, Jizo, day by day, don’t love
Even if it's too bad, I'm probably relocating my heart
No matter what your nose, I keep looking for my net
I can't help it, I saw my damn limit
 
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
 
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
 
Turner over, turn over and draw
You and me, who are screaming for me
Even if I want it all, I'm still high
I can't help it and do it with my net
 
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
 
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Why are you my clarity?
 

I Don't Care

I don't care whether life stops or drips of pineapple juice
I don't care if it makes a noise and the road goes backwards
I don't care if light deceives and there's nothing strange
I don't care if the cost increases and the price double, as it should've
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
 
I don't care if it's a lost cause
If my end goal was never to win
I make immense plans that I shouldn't
When I erase myself faster than I can write
I erase myself faster than I can write
 
I don't care if I changed ideas, lyrics, epics I didn't go back to
I don't care if I win prizes, if I only have dust on my sofa
I don't care if the crises gets larger and if the vest can't handle it
I don't care whether I care, but I'll agree if you stay there
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
 
I don't care if it's a lost cause
If my end goal was never to win
I make immense plans that I shouldn't
When I erase myself faster than I can write
I erase myself faster than I can write
 
I erase myself faster than I can write
I erase myself faster than I can write
 

Peach Trees

Versions: #1
On peach trees
Sorts of blossoms
Thy crescent-like
Brows got me burned alive
 
Pretty, pretty, pretty cute lady
I'm in love with thee
 
Geranuims in gardens
Tall she is, slim she is
May the god let us
Then even king can't part us
 
Pretty, pretty, pretty cute lady
I'm in love with thee
 
Celeries in gardens
We don't eat celery
They call us people* of Sinop
We fall in love with beauties only
 
Pretty, pretty, pretty cute lady
I'm in love with thee
 

To get lost

I'll look for you
In every street, I will do it, In every bar,
In every city winter
 
I'll learn from an old goodbye
To make the world I would like
I don't want no suffering, whatever it is for us, it is
 
To get lost
Without the time to say yes
Without wondering who will be your love
 
Shaking
Inside the heart and then melt
Inside the storm of my love
Inside the morning sun to come
To get lost
 
I'll make it
Even if then I'll be wrong
I'll learn from an old goodbye
To be an acrobat too
 
To get lost
Without the breath to say yes
Without wondering what love yours will be
 
And squeeze
Inside the heart and then melt
Inside the storm of my love
Inside the morning sun to come
To get lost
 

Cured Without Medicine

It's been winter and I'm still waiting for you, snow drifted in my eyes.
I tried to look for love, and (the right choice to) our relationship.
I put on your sweater, only to find my heart freezes more,
If I give up love first, will my pain be cured without medicine?
 
It seems that a broken heart can't be cured, I always believe I have the courage to love you.
If we have agreed to travel together, how come now only I'm left to enjoy the loneliness?
 
It seems that a broken heart can be cured slowly, I'll be fine and I'll keep comforting myself.
I'd rather believe that you just changed your decision in a minute,
and went to another beautiful city, waiting for my company.
 
I put on your sweater, only to find my heart freezes more,
If I give up love first, will my pain be cured without medicine?
 
It seems that a broken heart can't be cured, I always believe I have the courage to love you.
If we have agreed to travel together, how come now only I'm left to enjoy the loneliness?
 
It seems that a broken heart can be cured slowly, I'll be fine and I'll keep comforting myself.
I'd rather believe that you just changed your decision in a minute,
and went to another beautiful city, waiting for my company.
 
It seems that a broken heart can't be cured, I always believe I have the courage to love you.
If we have agreed to travel together, how come now only I'm left to enjoy the loneliness?
 
It seems that a broken heart can be cured slowly, I'll be fine and I'll keep comforting myself.
I'd rather believe that you just changed your decision in a minute,
and went to another beautiful city, waiting for my company.
 

Wings

This random meeting
My amazing friend
He is fabulous, nothing stops me from saying
That I am happy to see him
 
You won't find anything he can't do
He knows everything, he understands everything
 
Where he go, he thinks
How complicated is true
He thinks about love in stream of days
Sometimes even in the morning, when sun rises
 
He muses about every mystery
He has great mood
And when no-one is looking
he spreads wings and fly
 
This random meeting
My amazing friend
He is fabulous, nothing stops me from saying
That I am happy to see him
 
You won't find anything he can't do
He knows everything, he understands everything
 
Where he go, he thinks
How complicated is true
He thinks about love in stream of days
Sometimes even in the morning, when sun rises
 
He muses about every mystery
He has great mood
And when no-one is looking
he spreads wings and fly and fly and fly
And fly
 

Party at Detsl's

Parents left to the dacha - I'm gonna party,
I’m going through my list of phone numbers.
I quickly gave a call to all my friends and girlfriends -
I’m making a party, everyone will be dancing around.
Party at Detsl's house - this is cool,
Music to the fullest from night to afternoon.
Friends are coming in, two girls for each guy
Party will be hot, the neighbors will be in shock.
I found a box of champagne in the closet,
I took a delicious snacks from the top kitchen shelf.
Of course, there weren't enough home slippers for everyone,
So I allowed guests to walk freely in their shoes.
We're taking shots while watching music videos,
Doors are always open for more guests to the party.
I'm partying as I want - come in all who can!
Problems with parents do not bother us.
 
Party is in full swing at Detsl's house -
All the girls and guys from the neighborhood are here. Music is blasting out, dance until you drop.
Parents are at the dacha which means everything is going fine.
 
Party at Detsl's house -
The whole neighborhood is partying and the whole school!
Party at Detsl's house -
Everyone moves their asses to the hip-hop music.
 
I turned off the VCR and turned on my own music.
The girls start screaming - it was nice to hear.
Everyone was singing my lyrics by heart,
The chandelier was broken when Bad B. and Legal business was playing.
The fridge has been emptied to the middle of the party,
My friend Tim was playing the new records on repeat.
Cute girls went to the different rooms -
The music was accompanied by moans and noises.
 
Party is in full swing at Detsl's house -
All the girls and guys from the neighborhood are here. Music is blasting out, dance until you drop.
Parents are at the dacha which means everything is going fine.
 
Party is in full swing at Detsl's house -
All the girls and guys from the neighborhood are here. Music is blasting out, dance until you drop.
Parents are at the dacha which means everything is going fine.
 
Party at Detsl's house -
The whole neighborhood is partying and the whole school!
Party at Detsl's house -
Everyone moves their asses to the hip-hop music.
 
Closer to the morning the guests started to leave
And only the ones who is not tired continue to have fun.
Several girls are sleeping in bed,
I'm waking up the cuties - that's it, the party is over.
Help me clean up so that I won't be set on fire,
So that my animal parents won't punish me.
The party was a success, the apartment is in order.
If you go to Detsl's, spend all the energy you've got.
 
Party is in full swing at Detsl's house -
All the girls and guys from the neighborhood are here.
Music is blasting out, dance until you drop.
Parents are at the dacha which means everything is going fine.
 
Party at Detsl's house -
The whole neighborhood is partying and the whole school!
Party at Detsl's house -
Everyone moves their asses to the hip-hop music.
Party at Detsl's house -
The whole neighborhood is partying and the whole school!
Party at Detsl's house -
Everyone moves their asses to the hip-hop music.
 
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
That’s right party people
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
That’s right party people
People– people– people
 

Key

Halfway of a journey crossing the sea
Maybe I've been losing the key
Halfway of a journey crossing the people
Maybe I've been losing the key
I tried to shine with moonlight
I tried to shine with city lights
And enigmas wrapped me
Seven, eight, ten, twenty times
 
I keep searching if there's a heart or not
Being alone among everyone
Is hard to find it
I want to keep searching if there's a heart or not
I want to find a key for living
With you, with you
 
Halfway of a journey where I can't be weak
Maybe I've been burying the key
Halfway of a journey where I can't miss anyone
Maybe I've been burying the key
I tried to search remembering
I tried to search turning around
And enigmas only intensify
Seven, eight, ten, twenty times
 
Hold my heart to hatch little birds
Warming myself up among everybody
Is so hard
I want to keep searching if there's a heart or not
I want to find a key for living
With you, with you
 
And enigmas intensify
Seven, eight, ten, twenty times
 
I keep searching if there's a heart or not
Being alone among everyone
Is hard to find it
I want to keep searching if there's a heart or not
I want to find a key for living
With you, with you
 
Hold my heart to hatch little birds
Warming myself up among everybody
Is so hard
I want to keep searching if there's a heart or not
I want to find a key for living
With you, with you, with you
 

Long to forget you

We would lose sleep together
And the hours would accumulate
Me, just with my head in the clouds
You, with your feet down on the ground
Mmm yeah
 
Every time, you want to make excuses
You'd like to take me in your arms again and laugh
My faith in the love of a night is long gone
And yeah, I need to recognize that maybe I long to forget you
 
But my heart weighs down on me and lets me
Do just what it wants
I miss more
But your heart suddenly runs differently from mine
 
I long to...
I long to...
 
And even if there isn't much longer
I can forget the good, the bad
And time passes slowly
Like love drunk on longing
Mmm yeah
 
Every time, you want to make excuses
You'd like to take me in your arms again and laugh
My faith in the love of a night is long gone
And yeah, I need to recognize that maybe I long to forget you
 
But my heart weighs down on me and lets me
Do just what it wants
I miss more
But your heart suddenly runs differently from mine
 
I long to...
I long to...
 
Maybe I long to forget you
But my heart weighs down on me and lets me
Do just what it wants
I miss more
But your heart suddenly runs differently from mine
 
I long to...
 

Talk to me

I don't know anymore how to tell you and I can't find the words anymore
the words that made you laugh, and the words that you used to find beautiful
a lot of times I wanted to write it down for you, and a lot of times I hunched my back (I hesitated from writing)
and in order to relive our memories, I even brushed against your skin
 
oh tell me, look at me
I don't know anymore how to love you, nor how to keep you
talk to me, yes, talk to me
I don't know anymore why do I love you, nor why should we continue
you are here, but you're so far away from me
 
I don't know anymore how to chase this love which isn't there anymore
I don't know anything anymore except suffering, suffering as much as I believed
but I know that I have to survive and to take one more step
to finally end the drift of the moments that are lost forever
 
oh, tell me, look at me
I don't know anymore how to love you, nor how to keep you
oh, tell me, look at me
There is the life we ​​dreamed of, the one that began
oh, talk to me, talk to me
I don't know anymore why I love you, nor how to continue
oh tell me, oh, tell me
tell me if everything has ended, if I need to go away
oh, talk to me, talk to me, look at me
look at me, look at me, look at me
 
talk to me
 

AUTO

I’m fed up by
Your distorted egoism.
Just looking at your expression
Really makes me want to hit you.
 
That can’t be settled,
Such unmanageable problems
Pile up one after another until they collapse.
But the paranoia remains, though I don’t know why.
 
In a corner of a pitch-black room,
To stop the rushing waves,
I quit.
 
Spelling it out makes it easier,
I spell it all out.
For the image of your darkened heart,
I reserved an automatic washing.
 
Let’s forget about the worst past days.
 
You can’t sell paid love for free.
Something you didn’t have from the start,
You can’t reclaim it left and right.
You will reap what you sow.
 
With prejudiced opinions, the categorization is slightly off.
I know you’re trying to pile them up,
You’re losing sight of the important things.
Looking at the amount of heat that was still pure white
As it gets dirty, I quit.
 
Spelling it out makes it easier,
I spell it all out.
At this rate, dyed in deeply,
The bleach will expand.
 
Let’s forget about the worst past days.
 
Put away the selfish words
You repaint with a convenient interpretation.
We’re fragile and fleeting just like
Your pretenses, though you may not have noticed.
 
I’m not buying it anymore.
 
Spelling it out makes it easier,
I spell it all out.
For the image of your darkened heart,
I reserved an automatic washing.
 
Let’s forget about the worst past days.
 

The Land of Ice

No one confessed to me that it was the polar winter,
or that white is a color that can be torn,
that the coat is bigger than this city,
if the light doesn't confuse your way of walking
And now you throw yourself and now you catch up with me.
Your mouth is made of ice and mine is hooked
like an avalanche that rips the skin off.
And you absorb the air and the cold expands,
and you yearn for tenderness that you offer in pieces
when no one's looking and it can be loved.
 
No one ever confessed to me that a flash of fate
would change the trees in this town.
And if the wind speeds up my way of loving
melting the glaciers would be winning
And now I'm going, and now I'm going to catch up with you.
Your voice is one of vice, cliff woman,
if you sing with phrases I can't read.
And I watch your cracks slowly open
and I long for the sanity you offer at times,
when the extra hours evaporate.
 
No one confessed to me that I could travel
from the land of the ice to the solar system.
 

Mysteries

You look through
to penetrate the mysteries.
You play with ploys,
you even deal with dilemmas.
 
You leave appearances
to dress in silences
that you sow elegantly
in sweet fragments.
 
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under the shadow of your eyelids.
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under so many mysteries.
 
You choose velvet
when the night plays tricks.
You create a mise-en-scène,
you drown yourself in the Seine.
 
You make allusions,
you are seeking to create the illusion.
a lie without moods—
a pair of ladies.
 
False pretenses
slip easily
between the lines
out of time.
When you lie
so beautifully
the false pretenses
are obvious
between the lines
for all of the time
when you lie
so simply.
 
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under the shadow of your eyelids.
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under so many mysteries.
 
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under the shadow of your eyelids.
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under so many mysteries.
 

To Be Loved By You

If I had to live alone billions of times,
I would do it to be loved by you.
I would renounce everything, I think,
forever to be loved by you.
 
To be loved by you,
I ask God for it,
I beg the devil.
I cling to anything that can help me
so that this vague fire that
renders my heart crazy
tomorrow to love you.
 
If I had to live alone billions of times,
I would do it to be loved by you.
I would renounce everything, I think,
forever to be loved by you.
 
To be loved by you,
you ruin my happiness,
you destroy my dreams,
and you see nothing
or so you pretend.
Of this evil from you,
I laugh and I die.
I beg you, come,
my heart bleeds. Heh.
 
~~~~~
 
I would renounce everything, I think,
forever to be loved by you.
 
To be loved by you,
breaking down my life
to those who sing,
surrounding those who leave
the quarrels and the arms,
but this great friend
had an ending.
The time of love
runs out from between my fingers. Heh.
 
If I had to live alone billions of times,
I would do it to be loved by you.
I would renounce everything, I think,
forever to be loved by you.
 
To be loved by you.
 

Those We Love

We never really leave
those we love.
We carry them with us—
there they lead us forward
so as not to be too alone.
 
We never really leave
those we love.
The face in front of us
is taken into our eyes
and we travel with them.
 
And we go
with them far away from wars
when we have
only love to make.
 
We never leave
those we loved.
We keep little gestures
in our hearts to create
the giggles and the kisses.
 
We never leave
those we loved.
We keep in our veins
human molecules
of those people we loved.
 
And we go
with open arms, head held high,
when we have
only love to give.
 
We make songs,
we give looks
that touch our hearts
like the flash of headlights.
 
We go in unison,
we sing while walking
and time breaks
over the loves that pass.
 
Though—
 
you never really leave
those I love.
You carry them with me—
there they lead us forward
and I am never alone.
 

Smile

What do you see in my eyes?
Do you watch them a bit from time to time?
What do you hear in my voice
when I say to you: 'listen to me for just a moment'?
 
And nothing (and nothing), never anything in the world—
and nothing (and nothing) rushes us more than time.
 
Listen to me, come out of your house,
I would like to say to you:
'do you hear me singing?
Make me smile!'
 
What do I see in your heart?
I see the child who was afraid of it.
Tell me why?
All the love in the world for you—
the whole world opened its arms to you—
wake up.
 
And nothing (and nothing), never anything in the wind—
but nothing (but nothing) hidden behind the fears—
and nothing (and nothing) rushes us more than time.
 
Listen to me, come out of your house,
I would like to say to you:
'do you hear me singing?
Make me smile!'
 
Listen to me, come out of your house,
I would like to say to you:
'do you hear me singing?
Make me smile!'
 
Do you hear me singing?
Make me smile!
 

Klasa sa 2013

Mama, umorna sam
Mogu li spavati u tvom domu večeras?
Mama, da li ti je u redu
Ako ostanem za godinu dana ili dva?
 
Mama, biću tiha
Samo bih noću spavala
I napustiću jednom kad shvatim
kako bih platila i za svog života
 
Mama, da li ćeš mi prati leđa?
Ovo jednom i onda možemo zaboraviti
I napustiću šta sam jurila
Za ostalih devojaka da se bave.
 
Mama, da li sam i dalje mlada?
Mogu li sanjati za još nekoliko meseca?
 

The Kid from Paris

A kid from Paris
is quite a poem.
In no other country
is there the equivalent
because he's a street urchin,
a little clever guy whom
we love.
 
A kid from Paris
is the sweet mix
of a sky freed
from the devil and of an angel,
and his adventurous eye
moved by
an orange.
 
No taller
than three apples,
he defies
the lovable fellow
who called him 'my little one.'
 
A kid from Paris
is a badge of honor,
a flowering bud
in a mustard jar.
He is the whole spirit,
the spirit of Paris,
who loiters.
 
A kid from Paris,
carefree,
jovial, and enhtralled
with life, who dances
if needed—can also
like Gavroche
break into a dance.
 

The Light Said

It's a game of yesterday—
the dawn of today.
You take hold of the light—
the light said it.
You go onto the stage,
work hard, and cry out,
without steps and without pain—
the light said it.
 
You believe in your luck,
step outside the wool
as a proof
without the shadow of a sign.
Alone during the wait,
you are the last—
shelter your confidence—
the light said it.
 
~~~~~
 
Yeah.
 
~~~~~
 
Millions of times
from London to Paris,
save yourself from me,
take hold of your heaven.
 
~~~~~
 
And when night comes,
in those the most beautiful
from October to September,
the light said it.
 
Yeah,
la la la la,
the light said it.
 

The Green Years

We were both
laying on the heath.
You looked at the heavens.
I was contemplating you. (I know.)
The red of your hair
let down on the heath
against the green of Ireland
was a wave of fire.
 
Of our green years
that secured our childhood
of which I have, despite myself,
never forgotten anything—
of our green years,
do you have memories?
Do they sometimes come
tenderly to light up
a corner of your thoughts—
our green years?
 
In the summer breeze,
you offered up your visage
and you seemed to dream
unaware that in my heart
had just arisen (yes)
a tempest and thunderstorm,
I myself remained wise,
modest, and overwhelmed.
 
Of our green years
that opened onto life
and that live sweetly
as my thoughts go by—
of our green years,
I have for them a longing
that returns for us
one single summer
from the depths of their past—
our green years.
 
La di di, da di da,
our green years,
ooh, ooh, our green years,
our green years,
da di-ah da-ah, di-ah da-ah, ah-ah.
 

Sentimental Stories

Is it in order to offer?
Is it by love,
or just for a laugh?
Is it for you?
 
Is it in order to seduce?
Is it forever,
or is it only to say
just a sweet word?
 
I sell roses.
I sell roses—
sentimental stories.
People talk to us,
dreaming of something else,
dreaming of sentimental stories.
 
Is it in order to offer?
Is it in order to pack it?
Do I deliver it to you?
Do you turn the page?
 
Finally, in order to finish,
do you need to water?
Do you have to say it
in order to tell you something else?
 
I sell roses.
I sell roses—
sentimental stories.
People talk to us,
dreaming of something else,
dreaming of sentimental stories.
 
~~~~~
 
[whistling]
 
I sell roses.
I sell roses—
sentimental stories.
People talk to us,
dreaming of something else,
dreaming of sentimental stories.
 
Di-da-di!
 

Slaves of silence

It is very hard to believe
we cannot focus
in what surround us
it is so close, it is essential
 
Something must change
we must do something
if we connect
it will happen in the ideas
 
But we don't know what to do
nor where to begin
 
Frozen without reason
captive of the confusion
avoid the conversation
slaves of silence
 
I will dream for a brief moment
that anything can happen
and one day stop being
slaves of silence
 
You go on walking without looking
without listening nor thinking
disconnected
in a story with no end
 
that cannot finish
that has no solution
it is so close
it is an idea to begin
 
But we don't know what to do
nor where to begin
 
Frozen without reason
captive of the confusion
avoid the conversation
slaves of silence
 
I will dream for a brief moment
that anything can happen
and one day stop being
slaves of silence
 
slaves of silence (x9)
 

With All My Might

Ah, oh, I am a daughter of England,
a free spirit with feet on the ground—
I am who I am.
I amuse and comfort you
but it is you who ensures
that I am fulfilled.
To make you smile, I have no hope.
I could even end up believing it.
 
Ah, yeah, yeah.
 
No secret between the two of us,
in our eyes there were confessions.
It's like a flame
that keeps me warm in my winters—
on walks at least it lights up,
helping along my steps.
To make you smile, I have no hope.
I could even end up believing it.
 
I sing songs with all my might—
with all my might.
When the curtain came down,
I gave, I received—
I gave, I received.
 
~~~~~
 
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
 
Oh, I am the girl at her piano
who entertains herself with words
day and night.
I amuse and comfort you
but it is you who ensures
that I am fulfilled.
To make you smile, I have no hope.
I could even end up believing it.
 
~~~~~
 
I sing songs with all my might—
with all my might.
When the curtain came down,
I gave, I received—
I gave, I received.
 
Yeah!
 
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na,
na-la-la-la-la, na-la-la, oo-di-ai, oo-di-aa,
na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na,
na-na-na-na-na, oo-di-ai-, oo-di-aa...
 

Papaya

Papaya, orange, banana, and mango
to eat without ever
paying anything.
 
Fine sand without end, blue water like your eyes
where you can all year long
go to swim.
 
Do you want love here?
You find it at every step
but since you don’t take a step,
you're waiting for it to come over here.
La la la, la la la la, la la.
 
No money, no demanding people, no wind,
no rain, and nights
filled with stars.
 
Papaya, orange, banana, and mango
to eat without ever
paying anything.
 
~~~~~
 
It is lost in the ocean
on the main road of springtime,
this country that knows well
all the birds of the highways.
La la, la la la la, la la.
 
Papaya, orange, banana to give
a place of rest for birds
who are tired.
 
We will together go one fine day, my love,
to be in love under the
papaya—
to be in love under the
papaya—
to be in love under the
papaya—
to be in love under the
papaya—
to be in love under the...
 

Aletheia

Instead of a scenario
drawn up by anyone else
I want to find our own way
 
Everyone is searching for
their own story
Like a fluttering butterfly
at the mercy of rumors
 
An alley at night, a silent park
The throng in the station, the gap in my heart
I put everything in my horizon sideways
in order to seize
the only truth
 
Before it flows away
before it fades away
If the unknown future does exist
 
Instead of a scenario
drawn up by anyone else
I want to walk onward hand-in-hand
and find our own way
 
Everyone is straying
in their own labyrinth
Where is the gate of
the narrow, dim world with no map?
 
A half-read book, a tattered diary
A half-written poem, the whereabouts of my heart
Though everything is left behind
I will hold
the only hope
 
At the far distant place
at the destination of this journey
If the unknown future does exist
 
Instead of a scenario
expected by anyone else
I want to find our own way
that can be seen by straining eyes
 
The forsaken sceneries
the remaining feelings
and the gap and whereabouts of my heart
 
Everything
will shine someday
leaving footprints behind me
 
Even if it flows away
even if it fades away
If the future that I want to know does exist
 
Instead of a scenario
drawn up by anyone else
I want to walk onward hand-in-hand
and find our own way