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Three coffees

I'd drink three coffees with him
and wouldn't say s word
three coffees I'd drink
and not a sip of water
 
I'm not sad that you've left
far away from me
I'm ashamed of the stairs
we'd walk up embraced
 
I'd drink three coffees with him
and I understood why
so many people in the world
have lost their voices
 

Please Call

The moon is
a carmine-colored orange
at midnight.
 
I'm barefoot by the window,
watching the old sea wolf leave.
He's whorish and a bastard.
 
Motorcycles and rock'n'roll,
Leather, tacks, and alcohol. What are you
doing right now? I am trying to stop my heart,
which is a great wharf made of steel, from bursting out of my chest.
 
As you can see, I do need you.
I hate to admit
that I need
your breath to be well,
and that there's no better nourishment
than the one your kisses give me.
 
Please call,
I feel so worthless.
I am an airless balloon,
a ship on the high seas,
without a skipper, and adrift.
 
Please call,
I feel so defenseless.
I lack willpower.
I cannot concentrate.
And I can't find an exit, no.
 
The radio with its recommendations
for a happy world
unsettles me.
 
A thousand insane ideas go
through my mind, but I just ignore them.
And though it may hurt me this time,
I have to admit
that I need to have
your body to be well.
I'm in love, I'm lost.
My mind needs you.
 
Please call,
I feel worthless.
I'm an airless balloon,
a ship on the high seas,
without a skipper, and adrift.
 
Please call,
I feel so defenseless.
I lack willpower.
I cannot concentrate.
And I can't find an exit, no.
 
Please call,
I feel worthless.
I'm an airless balloon,
a ship on the high seas,
without a skipper, and adrift.
 
Please call,
I feel so defenseless.
I lack willpower.
I cannot concentrate.
And I can't find an exit for this, no.
 
Please call,
I feel worthless.
I am an airless balloon,
a ship on the high seas,
without a skipper, and adrift.
 

Only You

Versions: #2
I can't determine
The content of my heart
Every time we hold hands
Praying that we would always be together
Hoping to be with you all the time
 
In everything I do
You are the only one in my mind, love
I hope that we would never part
Forever and ever
 
You are the only one that I love
You are the only one I am hoping for
To be with you for life
Only you, love
There's nothing more I would ask
Nothing more
 
I don't want to repeat
The past that I don't want to remember
Every second without you
Feels like a heavy punishment to me
 
Don't forget that even though I've changed
I have never stopped loving you
 
In everything I do
You are the only one I think of, my love
I hope that we would never part
Forever and ever
 
You are the only one that I love
You are the only one I am hoping for
To be with you for life
Only you, love
There's nothing more I would ask
Nothing more
 

Don't Tie Your Scarf From the Side

Don't Tie Your Scarf From the Side*
Don't Tie Your Scarf From the Side
I sing, you don't cry
 
Your cruel mother will not give you*
Your cruel mother will not give you
You don't cry when you sit down*
You don't cry when you sit down
 
Hele* what happens what happens what happens
Hele hele what happens what happens what happens
 
What happens girl if you're mine
What happens girl if you love me
 
Hele* what happens what happens what happens
Hele hele what happens what happens what happens
 
What happens girl if you're mine
What happens girl if you love me
 
The water is blurred, is not drinkable
The water is blurred, is not drinkable
 
Groove is thin, can not be passed
 
They say me 'forget your lover'
They say me 'forget your lover'
 
The lover is cute, can not be forgotten
The lover is cute, can not be forgotten
 
Hele* what happens what happens what happens
Hele hele what happens what happens what happens
 
What happens girl if you're mine
What happens girl if you love me
 

Singing

I no longer have the sweetness of his kisses,
I wander alone through the world without love.
Another happier mouth will be that master
over his kisses that were all my passion.
 
There are moments when I don't know what happens to me . . .
I have the urge to laugh and to cry.
I harbor jealousies, I have fear that he won't return.
And I love him, I cannot help it.
 
Singing I gave him
my heart, my love,
and from the moment him left
I sing my suffering.
 
Singing I found him,
singing I lost him . . .
Because I don't know how to cry
Singing I'll die.
 
Little miraculous virgin,
forgive me if singing this song that lives within me,
I ask you to bring me what is mine,
that so soon and without wanting I had lost.
 

The Day That You Love Me

The soft murmur of your breathing
Caresses my reverie,
How life laughs
If your black eyes want to see me!
And if you are mine the shelter
Of your light laughter which is like a song,
It allays my wound,
Everything, everything is forgotten . . !
 
The day that you love me
The roses that emblazon
Will dress themselves up for a celebration
With their best color.
To the wind the bells
Shall say your love is mine
And crazy the fountains
Shall tell me of your love.
 
The night that you love me
From the blueness of the sky,
The jealous stars
Will look upon us passing
And a mysterious ray
Will make a nest in your hair,
Curious firefly
That will see . . . that you are my solace . . !
 

Crazy heart, do not sorrow and cry

Crazy heart, don't sorrow and worry
There is certainly laugh after cry
Is the revenge taken on enemy thusly
Everyone gets just one's deserts
 
The faithful worshipping for God
The heartsick find their degree
The lovers who love disloyal beautiful woman
Are sometimes sad like this
 
The thing called love is a narrow path
A rosebud pains nightingale
When a beautiful girl is willing
She comes to room desolately
 
This is a old word which is said from all eternity
Beautiful woman wants money, do not listen to lyric
When a beautiful finds a rich lover
She puts off the broke
 
Katibi*, be patient, future is near
The disloyal don't look out of your moral right
Do not fall for the disloyal beautiful
She smiles on you
 

Her name was...

She trembled in my hands
it was her first time,
her name was Martha and from then on
she became mine.1
 
Silently she embraced me
and surrendered to me,
she was a messenger pigeon
who gave me a little bit of happiness.
 
She stuck a thorn in the center
of my soul and said goodbye,
she left one morning and
she left my house full of pain2.
 
She left me crying that I forget her,
God, if only I could...
she left me crying that I forget her,
God, if only I could...
 
She was a cloud in the sky
drawn by the wind
and only because of my lie,
despite it all I remember her.
 
Today it's barely grown,
time has passed and she
doesn't ask for me by name,
nor does she write a letter,
she's forgotten it all.
 
She stuck a thorn in the center
of my soul and said goodbye,
she left one morning and
she left my house full of pain.
 
She left me crying that I forget her,
God, if only I could...
she left me crying that I forget her,
God, if only I could...
 
Her name was Martha
that was her name,
her name was Martha
her name was Martha
that was her name....
 

• 1. lit. my woman
• 2. either she left the house filled with painful memories or that she herself was filled with pain

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Honeysuckle

Old wall
of suburb,
your shadow was
my partner.
Of my childhood
without glory
my friend was
your honeysuckle.
 
When trembling
my first love,
with its hope
kisses my soul,
me with you,
pure and happy,
I was singing
my first confession.
 
Blooming honeysuckles
that saw me born
and in the old wall
surprised my love.
Your humble caress
is like the love
first and beloved
that I feel for him.
 
Blooming honeysuckles
that go climbing,
your arm is tough
and sweet like his.
If every year
your flowers bloom again
make my first love
not to die.
Years passed
and my dellusions
I come to tell you
my old wall..
 
So I learned
that one must fake
to live
decently,
that love and faith
are lies
and of pain
people laughs...
Today that life
has punished me
and taught me
its bitter credo,
old wall
with excitement
I come close to you
and I say like yesterday.
 
Blooming honeysuckles
that saw me born
and in the old wall
surprised my love.
Your humble caress
is like the love
first and beloved
that I feel for him.
Blooming honeysuckles
that go climbing,
your arm is tough
and sweet like his.
If every year
your flowers bloom again
Why my first love
no more returns?
 

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The Flame

No. Leave me now, forsake. Don't call me to delight.
To love? - To kill with love - that's love's grace and its height.
One instant I'm in love - the next I go away.
With me there was a day - the night falls when I stray.
 
I don't love you. I feel remorse for baning you.
Escape, while you still can live with no love in you.
I'll be a millstone weight for child-like joints - a quern.
To shine, to warm? Let go! For I can only burn.
 
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My girlfriend is called Queca

My girlfriend is called Queca
and Gada is her last name
pronouncing it non-stop
I think is a hassle 1
but what irritates me
and increases my misfortune
is my last name Verdura
imagine the joke
of calling herself married
Queca Gada de Verdura 2
 
I'm seeing a lawyer
who's leaving me broke
to fix this thing
of bad thought names
I have a kilo wasted
in lots of papers
and this idiotic doctor
wants to call me Tocino
and to call my wife
Queca Gada de Tocino 3
 
I changed my last name again
and we broke the engagement
but soon luck wanted
to fall in love again
and without asking anything
I married like a stupid
and the patience explodes me
because my wife is now
the sweet and beautiful Mrs
Conche Tina de Ricota 4
 

• 1. 'Que cagada' means 'what a crappy'
• 2. 'What a crappy vegetable'
• 3. 'What a crappy bacon'
• 4. 'Cunt of Ricota'

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The melody of the sorrow

Today another summer came for me,
but it doesn’t find you anymore.
You tear up yourself from my soul,
Your heart is far away.
 
The voice of the drums, hundreds of carnival,
a worn latin guitar,
even though it call’s you dancing
For me the summer has been already died!
 
Since you have been gone
the wind cries sadly,
and just play on the violin through every night.
 
Since you have been left me
I can’t even hear the sound of my heart,
only the melody of the sorrow.
 
I can see only you everywhere,
however I know, you are not been for a long time ago,
today you love is belongs for other,
the distance took you away.
 
But I still search you, I call you, I want you,
because the lack of you still hurts.
Because of the twilight of our love the landscape turned bloody red again!
 
Don’t be angry on me, my love, my old(love).
Now my heart belongs to somebody else, and I have a desire to love with him
I leave you now! If only your heart wouldn’t hurt!
I will no longer yours in this world!
 

Sexy and Paunchy

I’m sexy and paunchy, a scarce set of virtues
I’m what the world wants or what it may be, I’m sexy and paunchy.
I’m a good combination of Homer Simpson and Rolling Stone,
I take advantage of confusion, ‘cause I know I’m sexy and paunchy.
I regard disregard and compassion, I don’t always let things out,
Inside every, every candy today, there’s a paper and it’s written:
Sexy and paunchy.
 
I owe you the washboard, I’m an old-fashioned type of man
But I know that I can make you happy,
Even being so ugly, but sexy and paunchy.
I regard disregard and compassion, I don’t always let things out,
I’m inside every, every candy, there’s a role and it’s written:
Sexy and paunchy.
 
Everyone has their nail, and everyone has their cross,
Everyone has their evil side, everyone has a side.
Sexy and paunchy.
I have d’Artagnan’s musket,
And a house with ten pine trees in Saigon,
I show off in class, a boorish type
I’m all-out sexy and paunchy.
 
Everyone has their nail, and everyone has their cross,
Everyone has their evil side, everyone has a side.
A sexy side, sexy and paunchy.
Paunchy but sexy, paunchy but sexy.
 

You know that love doesn't listen

I traveled on my own
I was a no good for nothing
Suddenly years have passed
I haven't asked for anything
 
I have had no luck in love whatsoever
I have never seen love
You know that thing called youth, right
It went by within a smile, I couldn't hold it for a second
 
Should it happen? It shouldn't happen! Let the problems stay away from you!
Let it go and let it never come back the break ups, never!
Oh god please don't ever take your eyes off me! Ay, ay!
When you tell it to stop, it wont stop! You know that love doesn't listen!
(×2)
 
Did you love it or did you not?
Did you stay silent or did you tell it?
If you told me I would've listened,
I couldn't tell my love
 
Since the day I saw you
Not dying not alive
I have been on fire and cooled back down, I died more than a billion times
I looked and saw it everywhere
 
Should it happen? It shouldn't happen! Let the problems stay away from you!
Let it go and let it never come back the break ups, never!
Oh god please don't ever take your eyes off me! Ay, ay!
When you tell it to stop, it wont stop! You know that love doesn't listen!
(×3)
 

I'll find a talking baglama

I'll find a talking* baglama
like a crying person
so I can hit its cords
and it'll tell my pain
 
My baglama will cast away
the wither of my heart
 
There's not enough room for the pain
in my defiant heart
my baglama remains
as my last solace
 
My baglama will cast away
the wither of my heart
 
I'll find a talking* baglama
to make him my friend
since no one feels me
i'll die with him
 
My baglama will cast away
the wither of my heart
 
*talking/ nagging/
 

The men of my life

You bathed me and put to sleep
Lifted me back on top of my bike
Healing scratches by breathing on them
When I felt bad and was defying
I found a firm shoulder
A line for my life you showed
 
The men of my life, strong and tender
The men of my life, great and small
 
The gift of time,
The gift of heart,
that fears nothing, that fears nothing
 
The gift of time,
The gift of heart,
that fears nothing, that fears nothing
 
You listened and waited
Breaking down my uncertainty
Loving right, you tamed me
 
The men of my life, strong and tender
The men of my life, great and small
 
The gift of time,
The gift of heart,
that fears nothing, that fears nothing
 
The gift of time,
The gift of heart,
that fears nothing, that fears nothing
 
In the swing of a playground small carrier of light
The speed and laugh, the bliss on bottom of my tummy
I hold you on my lap, you're always part of me
 
The gift of time,
The gift of heart,
that fears nothing, that fears nothing
 
The gift of time,
The gift of heart,
 
The gift of time,
The gift of heart,
that fears nothing, that fears nothing
 

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