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The homeland comrade

You look at a child and another
and then many more
Their eyes don't say a thing
their mouths ask for bread
 
You look at the retired
who can't go on
gathered without understanding
what will happen to the,
 
And you see the lodgers
ghosts without a home
followed by the winter
looking without looking
looking without looking
 
The homeland, they said to you
and they said wrong
the homeland of Artigas
we'll have to find it.
We'll have to find it
even if it becomes
a needle in the haystack
 
It was fenced by friends
of Lecor or Alvear
and by those who betrayed
Artigas too
 
The homeland comrade
we're gonna find it
we're gonna find it
we're gonna find it
The homeland comrade
we're gonna find it
 

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Postoji život

Gledaj me u oči jer
nemam šta da krijem,
nikada neću imati sve kao što želiš ti.
Ova hladna kiša u duši me spaljuje,
daj mi drugi dan, neću se zaustaviti.
 
Ovaj put
koji smo započeli ima
svoj smisao i pripada nam.
 
Postoji život ovde, čeka nas
i ljubav, koja se obnavlja
da bi počeli ujedinjeni,
ne postoji samo jedan put za
oboje, oboje.
 
Osecam toplo sunce, ako mu dodaješ
ti tu energiju, ja se ne bih zaustavio.
Ovaj put koji smo započeli ima
svoj smisao i pripada nam.
 
Postoji život ovde, čeka nas
i ljubav, koja se obnavlja
da bi počeli ujedinjeni,
ne postoji samo jedan put sada.
 
Nije bitno
ako sanjamo ili je stavrnost,
nas dvoje se kladimo
za dve vatre koje će se ujediniti,
kunem ti se da od sada zajedno
postoji mogući život.
 
Postoji život ovde, čeka nas
i ljubav, koja se obnavlja
da bi počeli ujedinjeni,
ne postoji samo jedan put
za oboje.
 
Postoji život ovde
Postoji život ovde
Postoji život ovde
 

I want to be a poet

I've learned how to walk
On top of the sun without burning my feel
I've been able to embrace it
Without feeling the heat they say it gives off
 
I've learned to fly
With the wind that blows just to see you
Even though you're so far
I'll come to look for you and later on, who knows
 
I want to be a poet
And tell you to your face
That I like you a little or, even better, madly
I want to be a poet
And beg you in person
To stay a little longer or, even better, forever
 
You scare me and I feel sorrow
Sorrow, little sorrow
 
I've learned to love you a little bit more every day
I've learned to forget you a little bit more every day
 
And I feel sorrow, little sorrow
 

Trophy Wife

When I grow up I want to be a trophy wife
I'll wait for you at home
with the checked slippers ready,
everything clean and the bed very well made up (as it should be!)
 
When I grow up I want to prepare your meals
while the kids round around the house
and although we don't see each other often
I always wait for you here
because I'm nothing without you and
 
I want to be your trophy
with my wide waist
very happy when you give me my weekly kiss
It's my dream to have everything clean
it's my dream to be in my robe
and tell the neighbours the disgraces that happen to me, I
 
want to be a trophy wife when I grow up (silence!)
your wishes will be orders
because you know more about everything, I want
to give all my time to your home (haha!)
 
I want to be your trophy
with my wide waist
very happy when you give me my weekly kiss
It's my dream to have everything clean
it's my dream to be in my robe
and tell the neighbours the disgraces that happen to me, I
 
want to be a trophy wife when I grow up
want to be a trophy wife when I grow up
when I grow up (taste!)
 
and I'll make dinner at night
while you watch the game or read a magazine (goal!)
and I won't stop talking about my home-loving day
You don't look at me, you don't listen to my, oh, how much I love you!
 
I want to be your trophy
with my wide waist
very happy when you give me my weekly kiss
It's my dream to have everything clean
it's my dream to be in my robe
and tell the neighbours the disgraces that happen to me, I
 
want to be a trophy wife when I grow up...
 

What do you think of Veronika?

Oh father, oh father, says a girl,
I'm turning ten now
And already my heart is in turmoil
Caused by a sweet image
 
What do you think of Veronika,
The lovely Veronika?
I think something of Veronika,
That's why I visit her so often
 
I've got something for Veronika,
The darling Veronika
I want something from Veronika
And she wants something from me
 
She can — when it's dark
And if she takes a liking to you —
So incredibly, so fabulously play piano
 
That's why I go to Veronika,
The lovely Veronika
I play accordion
And she plays with me
 
The father went to work 1
And only came back at night
His old lady was snoring in bed,
Only the girl was up and spoke thusly:
 
Oh, leave me Veronika,
The lovely Veronika
I want something from Veronika
And she wants something from me
 
She can — when it's dark
And if she takes a liking to you —
So incredibly, so fabulously play piano
 
That's why I go to Veronika
And she plays with me
 

• 1. This line is a shot in the dark. The literal translation is 'The father went to the control.'

Atamishqui or Salavina

I don't know which one to stay with:
Atamishqui or Salavina,
I will be a bird flying
with my yearning divided (between one place and the other).
 
If the growing river comes
moving forward through the fields
I will go away with my sadness
bordering the wetlands.
 
Of starry nights
I will cry with the vidalas*
ancient distances
in the soul preserved.
 
I don't know which one to stay with:
Atamishqui or Salavina,
two homelands without borders
tied together by life.
 
I will retrace the path
of that old vidalero
who remained bewitched
by the hill and its mysteries.
 
If the strings of violins and guitars
have been cut,
the sweetest memories
feed my nostalgia.
 
I will be a lost trail
by the saltpetre mine,
subdued rumours
of distant carnivals.
 
I don't know which one to stay with:
Atamishqui or Salavina,
two homelands without borders
tied together by life.
 

Looking for your love

From far away
I come looking for your love.
If you look at me with contempt
I go away crying.
And if you are firm with me,
constant I am.
 
Inside the chest, hidden,
I bring you a flower.
If you don't want it, my life,
I leave it and I go away.
And if you are firm with me,
constant I am.
 
Flower that has been born in the soul
and in the heart.
If your scorn kill me
I go away crying.
And if you are firm with me,
constant I am.
 
It's nice to constantly love
as I love you,
to death
Oh, how handsome (death is)
(if I'm) dying for you!
 
And if you are firm with me,
constant I am,
constant I am.
 

Destiny of guitarist

I want to separate from the sky
a companion star
that be light of my destiny
soul of my chacarera.
 
I would like to be the way
owner of course and distances
where dreams go by
and only longings come back.
 
And I want to gp there like the wind
that nobody ever sees me,
(I want to) sow life around the world
little it matters to whoever it is (I do it for).
 
(I want) To be ardent sun in January
of my peasants coat
and the miracle of the furrows
when my light becomes wheat.
 
I want to be the water
sweet of docile growing
breath, life and freshness
(I want to be) for the living beings.
 
I want to be like the night,
full of stars without owner,
meek refuge of the man,
guardian of all his dreams.
 
I want to walk fromplace to place (from hometown to hometown)
with the truth in my hands
and in my mouth the sweetness
of the Quichua of my peasants.
 
To be a lot and not to have anything
but that luck I prefer:
to be the heart of my hometown.
 

My bombo legüero

My verses in homage
to my bombo legüero,
we haven't left a corner
without frequenting, my companion.
 
We never missed it
he prayed in my trench,
it also accompanied us
the vidalera box.
 
He was born in the hills
of a ceibo se * with any
lined with leather and bizcacha
a chacarera song.
 
Luco, Luco
he has never liked
because he is a good peasant,
the raw leather soba'o
was his favorite group.
 
It was with Andrés Chazarreta*
as the best vidalero
with the Abalos (brothers) afterwards
also with the Chalchaleros.
 
Those tours throughout his places
made him reach the triumph,
now on radios and channels
he goes through all the bands.
 
And always from platform to platform
not even his face he has cleaned up
and so with that aspect
(he has been) everywhere early.
 
I always live in my ranch,
ranch where he has left me,
but I have the great pride
of a triumphant peasant.
 

So as to name you wherever

In!
 
It's over!
 
Good!
 

Only the quebracho wept

The shadow rolled up
next to the eaves of the ranch.
 
It was a hot summer,
of those Santiago has.
 
And north wind day
they had scorched the pastures.
 
That's why Juan very early
along with his little boy
had gotten into the hill
to fight with the quebracho (to struggle with the labor of cutting its wood).
 
To cut and to carve the post
his daily work
although it was a hard trade
but he had inherited it
and with his farmer ax
he was almost an artisan.
 
Suddenly the little boy arrived
running to the ranch yard
and shouting 'Mum, my tata (father) has hurt himself!'
with a fierce and deep cut
the tata (father) remained there bleeding.
 
And thus almost without words
without sighs they arrived
there in a clearing of the hill
there was a half carved post
there was the ax with blood
and John lying by its side,
he had kept a few words,
it was to tell them something:
'Do not worry, I tell you, today you stop being a little child.
There you have my ax, look after it. You shall take care of your brothers. '
It was the last thing he said
and his voice gradually began to fade.
 
The sun was up
like a ember breaking.
two glances met,
none of them shed tears
because one has to go on with one's the life
to cut and to carve the post
and more if the fate has wanted
make a man of that little boy,
I'm sure that day
only the quebracho wept!
 

Santiago del Estero

In Santiago I met
a flower that perfumes my life.
Due to her charm I got lost,
due to her love, due to her passion.
 
I loved her so much
and I adored her sincerely
that in heartfelt serenade
I sang to her under the balcony
with all my love
with emotion and faith.
 
Santiago, old town of the ship
don't believe if I'm get happy
that maybe I will forget you,
I always remember with love
that it was on your streets that I lived an illusion.
 
And looking at the old river, the bridge over there,
I understood that in my memory you will not die.
How much emotion is to contemplate
your eucalyptus, your July sun,
four centuries of lineage,
mother of cities, you are my illusion!
 

Gone times

Let's get started!
 
I was born there and there I was just raised,
my ranch is made of straw and mud
and there my past sleeps.
 
Talvesteando the junales
a little path was lost,
the smoke of its bend
my child may have gotten lost there.
 
In the palm of a quimil
I left my name noted down
in case one day I don't come back
so as the field doesn't forget me.
 
Gentlemen, I'm Junquero
I am creole and peasant
at my home the fortune,
the land where I've been born.
 
Amunchulla chusajnencka.
 
Yaykuyku!
 
As much as I go far
I will never forget
Posongo great heart
beautiful dust cloud.
 
Beautiful Posongo! Posondeños!
 
I am mishquilo because the river
has given me his surname,
you are so nice being dry
and you're so bad being enlarged.
 
I remember the little paths
where I used to go through,
I remember my gone times
and I sing so as not to crying.
 
Gentlemen I am Santiagueño
I don't deny my corner,
I am a sachero, hard tongue,
I speak when there is occasion to do so.
 

Peasant Christmas carol

¡Chacarera yaya huahuitackay!
 
Chacarera for the little child, God!
 
Hey, very beautiful!
 
Get deep into it!
 
Sacha mamas ckasamuni
maypichus nacerahuacka
chakraishtachanckachispa
 
nian mana churinanpa.
 
From the hill I am looking for
the birth of the child
and the light of that star
is indicating me the way.
 
Sachas sisastapa amuni
adorna purisinanpa
ñahuinki charikichuani
canchachi kutin kikin llata.
 
Just there!
 
I take the flower of the hill for you
to decorate his cot,
I already see his eyes shine
because the moon illuminates him.
 
And the missing one comes!
 
There it goes!
 
Mishtol, chañar, algarroba
sandia, melo, zapallo,
huachuska pesebre kipin
nacin kikin canta gallo.
 
Mishtol, chañar, carob
melon, watermelon, pumpkin
hung from his crèche,
he's been born, the cock already sings.
 
Apurana purisckani
horn kikispa sisasckan
and premiata papusckani
ckaypi huahuita cantascka.
 
I'm hurrying my step,
I'm cutting more flowers,
as a prize I'm taking
these little singing children for him.
 

Happy hearts

Happy hearts!
 

Chacarera for my return

I left my singing land
in order to visit other places,
I go there through the roads
but my soul is in Santiago.
 
Since then I live alone
on the streets of life,
silent shadows that pass by,
guitars full of wounds.
 
Guitar full of wounds
and a song inside my chest is crying, crying.
 
When I go back
I don't know how nor when
the flame there shall tell you
how much I've longed for you.
 
From your distance to mine
there is a wooden cross,
a rose that you have left
and a dance of chacareras.
 
And a dance of chacareras
under this starry sky
where the drums sing like the cocuyos
with the wind and the sachayo.
 
And when sleeping, the night falls
over the foam of the river
on the wings of an ochkobo
so as not to die of coldness.
 
When I go back
I don't know how nor when
the flame there shall tell you
how much I've longed for you.
 

On the road to Villa Nueva

Memory of a yesterday
when I met you,
for all your love
you offered (it) to me.
 
There a love was born
because of you beautiful woman,
and time gave us
that joyfulness of a love.
 
How to forget it if it was
an peerless idyll
lived between both (of us)
in that beautiful place!
 
On the way to that jebar
landscape like Eden,
to my hometown
New Villa of my love.
 
Today alone when remembering
I'm fullfullied with emotion
bliss and happiness
they enthral my heart.
 
Charm of living
so united the two of us
and relive your love
as a blessing of God.
 

What a beautiful dream I dreamed

Akushu llaricku cari y tuta*
 
Yes my friend llaricko!
 
Get deep into it!
 
In!
 
I had dreamed of a child:
Jesus of Nazareth
he had been born in my hometown
what a beautiful dream I dreamed!
 
I also dreamed that the little child Jesus was born in Atamishqui*.
 
My uncles, the peasants,
they put the child at their feet
like a miracle in my town
oh, dream of love is He!
 
Very beautiful, Marcelito!
 
Very cute, Marcelito!
 
I bring you goat milk,
of the little donkey blue alfalfa,
also a pair of carob
for the little kid Jesus.
 
It's finishing!
 
It's over!
 
For, the dream that I've had
Jesus of Nazareth
had been born in Santiago
what a beautiful dream I dreamed!
 
Very beautiful, Marcelito!
 
And that comes the missing one!
 
There goes the missing one!
 
Let's get deep into it!
 
In!
 
I hit two axes, Maria,
and with the river my bread
I bring you a silver moon
and a flower of foam and salt.
 
Very sweet, oh!
 
How nice, Marcelito!
 
I am melero*, Mrs,
I have a honey clown,
the bouquets of trill
that in a cup I found.
 
My name is Marcelito
I found him the child God
that only cradle, quebracho
and a sun papaya tree.
 
It's finishing!
 
It's over!
 
For, the dream that I've had
Jesus of Nazareth
had been born in Santiago*
what a beautiful dream I dreamed!
 
Very sweet!
 

For love

Sixto:
 
Sing even a chacarera, man!
 
The other person replies:
 
For love, for pain, how do you want (it)?
 
Sixto:
 
For love ckancka mishquiecka (sweet barbecue)!
 
The other person replies:
 
Then that the first one comes!
 
Other!
 
In!
 
Singing:
 
Little velvet eyes
little red carnation mouth,
if you are already committed
give me your answer.
 
If your arms were jail
and your chest dungeon,
if I were a prisoner,
what a joyful prisoner!
 
I had a dream last night,
last night I dreamy again,
I dreamt I was in your arms
without being able to wake up.
 
I've ordered that you bury me
sat when I die
so that the people tell you:
'He died but he awaits you'.
 
Recitation:
 
The eyes of my brunette
are so big and so beautiful
that they don't deserve to cry
but that they're cried over.
 
Oh!
 
The other!
 
Force!
 
Singing:
 
I put my hand inside my pocket
I take out a purple ribbon,
if for you I lose my life
I say I don't lose anything.
 
To the river I threw a handkerchief
with five bouquets of flowers
they have half a lily
which is the flower of my loves.
 
Come on! come on!
 
Seven leagues I have run,
lass, just to see you again,
wet me with your charms
that I'm dying of thirst.
 
It's over!
 
The eyes have their girls,
the girls have their eyes,
behind the eyes of the girl
the lines of my eyes go.
 

I suffer without you

Recitation:
 
Today I sense that there in heaven
my mom is watching me
as asking and pleading
that my guitar does not fall silent.
 
I entered the thickest hill
to look for you vidala,
I only compare you
with the most loved woman.
 
Singing:
 
I suffer because you walk away
great is my pain.
I have decided to forget you:
I can not, my love.
 
Sad, very sad I stay
thinking about your love
 
Love of my life,
where may it be?
In vain I look for you so much,
you will not come back.
 
Sad, very sad I stay
thinking about your love
 
Days go by and go by.
What will be of me?
I only live in constant suffering:
I can not live.
 
Sad, very sad I stay
thinking about your love.
 

Sacherita

When you remember, my love,
sad it shall be for you,
my shadows you will miss
and then you shall cry for me.
 
They say that you have cried
for a love that knew used to love you.
I also lost a love that
I loved for real, but I don't know how to cry.
 
When I'm absent from here
A lot you shall feel.
My heart is saying
'My return when will it be?'
Do not cry girl
if I shall come back.
 

Be a Hero! opening (Portuguese Portugal)

Searching for the solution
Be the best in the mission
You're destined for power and glory
You have everything in your hand
A new story will be told
 
Be a hero! Be a hero!
The power that you have is here
With courage, yes, you'll be a hero
The future of the world is in your hands
 
Pokémon!
 

Carnavalito

They call me 'Quebradeño'
because I was born in La Quebrada.
Carnavalito of my love,
all the circle come dance.
 
Because I'm like my hills,
tanned by the stream!
Carnavalito of my love,
all the circle come dance.
 
Carna-carnavalito, little, little heart,
because I'm unhappy,
I live crying, crying.
Pum, pum carnavalito
      all the people come dance, carnavalito
 
By the water spring the thirst to live,
the thirst to travel, are put out.
At the carnival there is honey to calm
the thirst of a love that makes me cry.
 
Carna-carnavalito, little, little heart,
because I'm unhappy,
I live crying, crying.
Pum, pum carnavalito
      all the people come dance, carnavalito
 
Little dove without a dovecot,
a bad wind broke you
Carnavalito that will heal
with good herb of the heart.
 
Lay-la la la la-la la la la la
      Carnavalito of my love,
      all the circle come dance.
 
Carna-carnavalito, little, little heart,
because I'm unhappy,
I live crying, crying.
Pum, pum carnavalito
      all the people come dance, carnavalito
Carnavalito…
 

Erotic hymn

Between your two divine lips
The eternal life elixir drips
Oh! let me drink, oh! let me drink
Living to love you is all I think
 
Instead of elixir of life
Poison you give me, bitter wine
You know how much do I love you
That’s why you hurt me, hurt me you
 
You love somebody, so I hear
Why do you torture me my dear?
Give me your poison, yes you can
I ‘ll lose my life, you ‘ll smile again
 

From zero to hero

Herc it is, he got grace
The fan group after him is endless now
His nonstop victories are unbeliavable
Monsters are on a strike, his power is boundless
 
He was nothing
That zero, zero
Now he's the boss
Like a hero
 
The dude's a ten, not a nine
And he rushed from zero to hero
He came from zero to hero
 
Come now to yell
'Ooh' and 'aah'
This face always sells
Now you can get some junk
 
When he has so much profit
Herc is a rich man now
Finally he's the most beautiful, the bravest
Always knowing everything about his wages
 
Amen hey, again he won
The young cutie knows no nights
Come already and see him
People pay from the man's excellent muscles
 
Hercules arrives, looks, wins
The audience is cheering, horns are played
As he wins with persistence
And from zero to hero, he's not afraid
From zero to hero, hooray-hey!
 
Who's the greatest of the greatest?
Hercules
Did you hear, he's the coolest of the day?
Hercules
The bravest, there's no other one
Sweet, there's no one like him
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
Hercules, Hercules
 
His nonstop victories are unbeliavable
He's bathing in them
He got it all
But still is not proud
 
He was nothing
Zero, zero
Now he's the boss
Like a hero
 
The audience stood up
And from zero to hero
That's what he is
Now he's a hero
 
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The Washerwomen

Cumbia!
How delightful!
How delightful!
 
A richman sustains himself with money
The washerwoman, with dirt
She resigns herself to looking at
Clothes on the clothesline
 
Happily she waits for summer
She asks God for it not to rain
So that she may dry
Her clientele's laundry
 
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
 
¡María Cristina!
...
How delightful!
How delightful!
 
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
She takes the laundry out to dry
And on Monday morning
The black woman is washing laundry again
 
Every now and then, some tobacco
To reduce the sopping
Also to forget those sorrows
Which life has left her with
 
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
 
Cumbia!
...
 
Her boss is soap
Her office is in the ravine
Her future is in her hands
Which are always wet
 
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
The washerwomen
Oh, uh-room-ponooh-eh
They have their worries and sorrows
 
Old Man Beto!
Don't you go saying later
That I didn't
Invite you to my party!
 

Hero

My aura is the color of this heavenly dome
I walk on the earth, and it's not round
My hair - It is my temple
My speech is controlled by Brahman
 
I am the emanation of potassium, the fiend
Child of the cold, the culprit
I am your brother's sister, and your father's wife
I give strength to you, from beginning to end
 
What is Krishna? It's you and me
Even when you don't look, I look at you.
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I bow to you, I follow you.
When your knees vanish, and your forehead hits your legs
This forbidden word, love.
And I beg your forgiveness, and I all but beg for your forgiveness
And if you suddenly die first.
 
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I love you, I'm coming for you.
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I love you, I'm coming for you.
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I love you, I'm coming for you.
And if you felt it, then you're just a hero
I love you.
 
yeag

There is life

Look into my eyes
There isn't anything to hide
I will never be ready as you want
All this rain is burning my soul
Give me another day I won't stop
We'll do together this trip
Everything makes sense and belongs to us
 
There is life, you know, again
Love is renewed
We'll restart together
There isn't just only one direction
for us
for us
 
I feel warm sun
and if you will be my energy
I won't stop
We'll do together this trip
Everything makes sense and belongs to us
 
There is life, you know, again
Love is renewed
We will build it together
There isn't just only one direction
 
If you have a dream and it doesn't end
or everything is true
ours is a bet
between two fires which come together
I'd swear that another life in two is possible
 
There is life, you know, again
Love is renewed
We'll restart together
There isn't just only one direction
for us
 
There is life
There is life
There is life
 

Life's Here !

Gaze into the eyes of mine
I don't have a thing to hide
Never shall i have everything, the way you wish
This cold storm , within the soul is callin me
You offer me another day , y won't stop
 
This Journey
That we started , has
it's meaning, and it's for us
 
Life's here, waitin for us
Also a love that's refound
For starting as one
Not only there's a road' for
The two of us , the two of us
 
I sense a warm sun if you add
You, that energy , i'm not turnin away
This journey That we started , has
the feels' of yours and it's ours
 
Life's here, waitin for us
Also a love that's refound
For starting as one
Not only a road' now
 
Doesn't matter
If we dream, or is real
We bet
On two flames that unite
I promise to you , that toghether
there's a posible livin
 
Life's here, waitin for us
Also a love that's refound
For starting as one
Not only a road' for
The two of us , the two of us
 
Life's here
Life's here
Life's here!!
 

The First One Is Always Free

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Was born with trouble in my blood
Do the sort of things I shouldn’t
Can’t ever just stand by
I lack the patience
Oh I never get any further
When I thought what I did
Oh I never get any further
When I thought what I did
 
It costs nothing in the beginning
It’ll always be expensive in the end
In the end
The first one is always free
And it’ll always be expensive in the end
In the end
 
Always stand first in all the ranks
I dare to when nobody believes it
I throw it away and start again
I run from my anxiety
And I don’t judge anyone anymore
What they thought and what they did
 
It costs nothing in the beginning
It’ll always be expensive in the end
In the end
And the first one is always free
But it’ll always be expensive in the end
In the end
 
The first time, the first kiss
The first dream is so easy to catch
 
The first lie, the first blow
The first disappointment that may always be regretted
 
Was born with trouble in my blood
 
First one, first one is always free
First one, first one is always free
First one, first one is always free
First one, first one is always free
 

(Love) Confession

I am suffering by every move you make
I thought I knew you, but I don't
In every sight of yours, in every glance of yours
There is a truth and a lie, what can I say.
Love with you is a mystery.
The passion and the lust in your body
Every doubt of me relieve
And I have the feeling we are the only lovers.
 
I am burning sweet in your flame
I feel like a God in your body
I'm transforming into smoke that circles you with a kiss
And touches you every moment
 
Your shape is a sign on my mind.
It fills my gap* every night.
My undying love**
I have learn to pay for your mistakes, what can I say....
 
I'm burning sweet in your flame
I feel like a God in your body
I'm transforming into smoke that circles you with a kiss
And touches you every moment.
 
'It's mercy, compassion and forgiveness I lack, not rationality...'

The priest

Listen, darling ,I've been told
that right in the middle of the day
a priest is coming to visit you
and he eats all my food
 
No, my husband, no
don't be imprudent
'cause this priest is coming , my husband,
to pray the rosary
 
Listen, darling ,I've been told
that right in the middle of the night
a priest is coming to visit you
who likes (long) car rides
 
No, my husband, no
don't be imprudent
'cause this priest is coming , my husband,
to pray the rosary
 
Listen, darling ,I've been told
that right in the middle of the night
a priest is coming to visit you
who likes (long) car rides
 
(Chorus)
 
Who would be the owner of the house
who follows you to the priest
and when coming to his doorstep
the door would just open?
 
(Chorus)
 
Listen, darling ,I've been told
that right in the middle of the day
a priest is coming to visit you
and he eats all my food
 
(Chorus)
 
And the priest told her
what was again, I can't remember
turn off the light, my god
that the day is coming
 
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