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Letter found in the shirt of an American soldier dead at Vietnam. June, 1972.

When you wrote to me I wasn't there anymore,
when you called me there was noise here
and I couldn't hear what they said
about those cardboard heroes.
 
I remember the heroic farewell
with high flags and honoring shouts,
and you, crying softly,
for my future, for your future.
 
And here today,
of what kind of heroism can we talk about
besides that of the one who under the sea
bursts inside the mines for his love?
 
And now
what can you and me expect
looking at these children who will never become
children like you and me?
 
If my bones come back home, don't cry for them,
and throw away the medal they will give you
and forget I was killed in action.
Because it was not like that, because I was just another murderer
and I don't even deserve death.
 

Once Above The Village Barn

Once above the village barn
Lightning struck with loud clap.
Maidens had their hymens torn,
But women only gasped: Oh, crap!
 
© St.Sol @ LT: all rights reserved.

Maidens Frolicked On Cold Ice

Maidens frolicked on cold ice,
Froze their tiny flimflam vise.
But without this flimflam vise
Nothing's going: bad or nice.
 
© St.Sol @ LT: all rights reserved.

Sing Alone, My Dear Lover

Sing alone, my dear lover,
For I cannot sing at all.
I misstepped and fell from platform,
And can't open my pie hole.
 
© St.Sol @ LT: all rights reserved.

I want to dance

HE:
 
I want to dance,
I want to shout,
Scream it out into the world:
Mine is the most beautiful of women,
Mine alone.
 
SHE:
 
Let yourself be taken,
Let yourself be held,
Kissed yet again,
Who is happier today,
Than we two.
 
TOGETHER:
 
A thousand little angels sing:
'Love each other',
Sweet from the heart you hear it:
'Love each other.'
Come, my beau / darling,
Hold me tight in your arms,
Oh ... might the whole world collapse,
I've got you.
 
SHE:
 
Sweetly I'll tremble –
Tell me, am I alive,
Or is it a dream?
That there can be so much happiness,
I hardly knew.
 
HE:
 
Let us praise
Him up there
Who's made it so good..
For sure my heart its very self
Laughs to Him out of joy.
 
TOGETHER:
 
A thousand little angels sing:
'Love each other',
Sweet from the heart you hear it:
'Love each other.'
 
Come, my beau / darling,
Hold me tight in your arms,
Oh ... might the whole world collapse,
I've got you.
 
Come, my beau / darling,
Hold me tight in your arms,
Oh ... might the whole world collapse,
I've got you.
 

America

They've already told me a lot about America
in an old dream shop.
There money buys you a house,
maybe a dog,
in the end a family.
 
So I pack and fly until America.
Let go of truth, at least a comfort
there happiness flows with the water,
moves the dollar, seduces you*
 
And each time I get comfortable
you always lead me to the edge.
I close my eyes,
I waited for you two thousand years,
for America of light,
for America of gold**
 
I sail in a taxi in a America,
on the radio a seductive girl sings.
She'll make eyes at us,
tomorrow we'll make her a protest symbol.
 
And I am in between the towers of America,
She*** reminds me a bit of an old story
about people who climbed up until the sky.
Today they are fighting over a piece of land.
 
And each time I get comfortable
you always lead me to the edge.
I close my eyes,
I waited for you two thousand years,
for America of light,
for America of gold.**
Each time I get comfortable-
You're not true love but you are a stormy night.
I close my eyes,
I waited for you two thousand years,
for America of light,
for America of gold.**
 

Like the Americans/ To Miami

A melody for fun...
For those who respect
and love women.
Like I love them,
yes, yes, yes, yes, like I love them.
Yes, and I make my lusts
always, always, always like the important ones.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, like the Americans.
 
× 2
Mother, mother, mother what a great woman!
She has a great talent from head to toe.
Oh, my mommy, I felt in love.
Oh, my mother, how she got me dizzy!
 
(chorus) 
To Miami, I take you to Miami,
To live our lives like the Americans.
To Miami, to Miami (come on, come on)
Like the Ameri- Americans.
 
× 2
Mother, mother, mother, how beautiful she is!
She's very beautiful, but she's dangerous.
Mother, mother, mother if she looks at you,
Right away she drives you crazy, right away she get you dizzy.
 
(chorus) 
To Miami, I take you to Miami,
To live our lives like the Americans.
To Miami, to Miami (come on, come on)
Like the Ameri- Americans.
 
Come to Maiami, I take you to Miami.
Come to Maiami, I'll take you to Miami.
 
To Miami, I take you to Miami
To live our lives like the Americans.
To Miami, to Miami (come on, come on)
To Miami.
 
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Lights of America

Come here and look outside
Let me see how you see it
I see smoke over the ruins
You look at the same point and smile
 
Come on, let's go to the sea
In the meantime the peninsula can float
Let's do it like this: I drive and you look out
Because you remain the best at looking
 
And we'll need bread and luck
And we'll need wine and courage
But most of all, we'll need
good traveling companions
 
The lights of America
The stars over Africa
The show lights up
The lights escaping your soul
 
Come here, let's go out
Out of a screen, out of my prisons
The sun is still doing its job
To Saints and to cutthroats
Lend me your eyes again, so I'll look at a finger
While you look at the moon
And come closer, a bit closer
Because I want a new panorama now
 
And we'll need bread and luck
And we'll need wine and courage
But most of all, we'll need good traveling companions
 
The lights of America
The stars over Africa
The show lights up
The lights escaping your soul
The light of Africa
The stars of America
 
The show lights up
The lights escaping your soul
The light of Africa
The stars of America
 
And, through destruction and marvel
You wait for me on the doorstep
Such miracles
Can only be noticed
When awake
 
The lights of America
The stars over Africa
The show lights up
The lights escaping your soul
The light of Africa
The stars of America
 
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Americandrim

{Chorus} X2
I can be what I want to be,
Losing my dignity,
Cause I got a lot of life in me,
Let me live my American dream!
 
McDonalds, Michael, Notorious BIG,
George Bush, Coca Cola and MTV,
Hollywood, Mike Tyson, Iraq,
11 september, what a disaster, what a shame!
 
FBI, CIA, Hamburger, Hot Dog,
Bill Gates, Windows, Microsoft,
Now you no loger call it 'work', you call it 'job'
No long ago 'adidas' were considered basic wear.
 
Chill man, janes english, no
We no longer have 'bad neighbourhoods', now we have 'Ghettos'
Rappers have 'flow', they are 'underground, yo!'
Now everyting is 'cool', nothing is 'good' anymore.
 
Women go 'glam', men get drunk often,
They always drink 'whisky' and act like 'superman'.
You must keep up with the times, otherwise you're toasted,
'Is this the life' doesn't sound so good in Romanian.
 
{Chorus} X2
I can be what I want to be,
Losing my dignity,
Cause I got a lot of life in me,
Let me live my American dream!
 
Nadia Comăneci, Țiriac, Ceaușescu
Hagi, Dracula and that's about how much people know.
We eat 'kebab' and after we go to 'fitness',
No biggie, the world it's upside down anyway.
 
TV stations make 'rating', we now have 'DJs',
We speak english since the day we are born, yo.
Kids no longer wanna be like Chickie Chan [1]
They play 'Counter-Strike' and wanna be 'stars'.
 
An the production house they use the word 'sound'
**You must be 'catchy', do something Tupac-ish,
If it's not like that or like this, you will get no 'airplay'**
They act like we're paid in dollars and not in lei [2].
 
Somewhere in the Balkans you can hear manele, [3]
You don't say, have you forgot that we used to be part of Turkey?
Some oppose me because I'm trying to be original,
Cuz I'm trying to make this Sălăjan [4] Rapp more to our taste.
 
'Friend'? No! Now you say 'Bro',
We have bunnies in Playboy that shake their asses.
We go 'VIP', but everything is a shade of grey
When the boys from IMF visit us.
 
They're some kind of MAI, but as long as we're alive
We go to work to make as much money as we can.
If somebody discovers something new,
Most definetly the reasearchers are from America.
 
{Chorus} X2
I can be what I want to be,
Losing my dignity,
Cause I got a lot of life in me,
Let me live my American dream!
 
Die my mother if I lie you... [5]
You won't even understand what I'm saying if you don't know english.
 
{Chorus} X2
I can be what I want to be,
Losing my dignity,
Cause I got a lot of life in me,
Let me live my American dream!
 

My love you didn't deserve

Last night I called you,
Because I couldn't sleep,
And you were crying at the phone,
Crying along with my heart,
But for someone else...
 
(chorus x2)
My love you didn't deserve,
You deserve only tears and you got them!
But maybe that's how love is,
To love only what you can't have...
 
(chorus x2)
 
So fast you answered,
In your voice I sensed you've cried,
When you realised it's me, then
You started to cry again.
 
(chorus x2)
 

The Sailor's Wife

Versions: #2
She just could not help herself
Allowed bitterness to take seed
It nested somewhere in her chest
As she never went to any school
She then had a lot of kids
As many as she has toes
 
Her heart would always crumple down
When departure drew near once again
But only the weak show their feelings
On the docks they wave
Everyone whose lot is to wait
 
The man was taken by the ship and cresting waves
Far from here and into warmth
The wife stayed to raise their kids
Years ate their trails onto her face
 
She was not always like she is now
So hateful and so old-fashioned
Now she only talks to walls alone
Cross-stitched pictures stare at her
As she shuffles through postcards
The kids never come to visit her
 
Left on the shore again
Still that holy wrath warms her heart
Oh how the years have passed since then
When the kids took her to the dock
And the ship came, but he never did
 
At the old hotel
In her bright blue dress
She had been doing her hair for an hour
In the attic room
He gives a long look
Walks up to her, asks for a dance
Says that every dance of the night
Is hers and hers alone
 
With red cheeks, she shakes her head
Makes note of every word
She is hesitant
While he is strong and determined
Takes whatever he desires
And now he desires the girl
Life is a reverie from a song
Prince of the seas and his kingdom
The orchestra plays
The violin's silence could not be sweeter
With firm grip he leads the dance
Takes care and never lets go
The hands still have strength and feeling
Old age is far and illness unknown
 

When I Go Down The Street

When I go down the street and I'm reminded of you
I'm filled with happiness, with a will to live
It seems to me they were the prettiest flowers
The sky is radiant and the fine air
 
When in the night I hear
Some melody, what I wouldn't give to be by your side
To feel that I am alive, that I live fiercely
And so that you can feel what you are to me
 
I'm enamored with your being
I'm enamored with your love
And every time I think of your sweetness
My heart begins to blossom
 
I remember that you have a peculiar light
That you're always smiling for me
And I begin to relive in my memory
The glory that you have brought to my life
 
I'm enamored with your being
I'm enamored with your love
And every time I think of your sweetness
My heart begins to blossom
 
I remember that you have a peculiar light
That you're always smiling for me
And I begin to relive in my memory
The glory that you have brought to my life
 

Just a latin american guy

I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
No important relatives
And coming from the country
 
But I've got a radio song in my head
In which an old composer from Bahia told me:
'All is divine, all is wonderful'
 
I've been listening to a lot of records
I've been talking to people
I've been walking my walk
Talk, tunes, around the night
And I don't have a single friend
That still believes that
Everything changes
With all the reason
 
I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
No important relatives
And coming from the country
 
But I know everything's forbidden
Rather, I wanted to say that everything's allowed
Even kissing you in the dark of the movie theater
When no one sees us
 
Don't ask me to write you
A song as one should
Correct, white, smooth
Very clean, very light
Sounds, words, are razors
And I can't sing as it's suited
Without hurting anyone
 
But don't worry, my friend
With the horrors I tell you
This is just a song
Life really is different
I mean, life is much worse
 
I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
Please
Don't draw your gun in the saloon
I'm just the singer
 
But if after singing
You still want to shoot me
Kill me quickly,
In the afternoon, at three
Because at night
I have an appointment
And I can't miss it
Because of you all
 
I'm just
A latin american guy
With no money in the bank
No important relatives
And coming from the country
But I know nothing is divine
Nothing, nothing is wonderful
Nothing, nothing is secret
Nothing, nothing is mysterious, no
 
Na na na na na na na na
 

After covering my eyes

After covering my eyes,
They ask, 'Who are we?'
How can I take the name of someone,
When they always reside in my heart?
 
Huun Uun Uun Uun Uun,*
Huun Uun Uun Uun Uun.
 
After covering my eyes,
They ask, 'Who are we?'
How can I take the name of someone,
When they always reside in my heart?
 
Until we see that heart,
How can we feel trust?
 
Even to this attitude of yours,
Our heart feels more love.
Even to this complaint/protest of yours,
My love is no less.
After covering my... (repeat)
 
No, we will not thus be convinced,
So how can we make you understand?
Come show us your heart.
And where shall we bring this heart from?
Now that we've given it to you to keep,
How can we show it to you?
After covering my... (repeat)
 
Tell us why you gave it thus?
Because it belonged to you.
Tell us why you gave it thus?
Because it belonged to you.
For as long as it was with me,
There was this weird restlessness.
Fine, let's let these protests go,
Even the moon is at its peak.
After covering my... (repeat)
 

Gypsy

Take a dance oh soldier
Because we have a wedding and not a joke
Because we have friends today in the eating place (the huge table that's used for eating during the celebrations)
Because we have relatives and friends (x2)
 
Refrain
So cry gypsy
A melody for the unlucky ones
A melody with clarinets
A melody like you know it (x2)
 
Aman rakı made me drunk
The sweet music abducted me
Because the poor fortune is gone
For the best melody
 
Refrain
So cry gypsy
A melody for the unlucky ones
A melody with clarinets
A melody like you know it (x2)
 

And then make love

And then make love.
No sex, just love.
And by this I mean
slow kisses on the mouth, on the neck,
on the belly, on the back,
bites on the lips,
intertwined hands,
and eyes inside eyes
 
I mean, hugs so tight
to become one thing,
bodies stuck and souls in collision,
caresses on the scratches
clothes off, together with fears,
kisses on our weaknesses,
on the signs of a life
which, until then
had been a little wrong.
 
I mean, fingers on the bodies,
creating constellations,
smelling scents,
hearts beating together,
breaths traveling
at the same pace.
 
And then smiles,
true, after some time
they hadn't been anymore
 
There,
make love and don't feel ashamed,
because love is art,
and you're the masterpieces.
 
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Američki san

Osećam kao da ću te izgubiti
Osećam kao da sam zapela
Kažu da ništa ne traje zauvek
To su samo bajke
 
Hiljade carstava je izgrađeno
Milion zvezda je stvoreno
Stotinu je duga bilo gore na nebu
Par ptica se zaljubilo
 
Zar ne čuješ zov prirode?
Da li je ovo stvarnost ili samo još jedan američki san?
 
Zar ne osetiš nalet krvi do svoje glave?
Da li je ovo stvarnost ili samo još jedan američki san?
 
Hiljade carstava je izgrađeno
Milion zvezda je stvoreno
Ti si Bog ljubavi
I ja jasno razumem zašto?
 
Zar ne čuješ zov prirode?
Da li je ovo stvarnost ili samo još jedan američki san?
 
Zar ne osetiš nalet krvi do svoje glave?
Da li je ovo stvarnost ili samo još jedan američki san?
 
Ohhhh, američki, američki, američki san
Ohhhh, američki, američki, američki san
Budućnost nas zove
Ovo je naša generacija, bebo
Zauvek...
 
Zar ne čuješ zov prirode?
Zar ne osetiš nalet krvi do svoje glave?
Pa, ovo nije još jedan američki san (san, san, san)
 

I like the verb to feel

I like the verb 'to feel'...
To hear the noise of the sea,
to smell its scent.
 
To hear the sound of rain
wetting your lips,
to sense a pen
that's tracing feelings on a piece of paper.
 
Smelling the scent of your loved ones,
hearing their voice
and feeling it with your heart.
 
'To feel' is the verb of emotions,
one lies on the back of the world
and feels...
 
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March in step, one, two, three

Ah-... Ah-...
 
At daybreak, the sounds of war songs resound throughout the village roads,
their bayonets high, the soldiers advance on the road of training.
One, two, three four,
one, two, three, four, come on,
soldiers who stand at the front-line prepared to die,
march in step like troops of the Esteemed General.
 
Your mothers, which have cooked your food, affectionately wave their hands,
through out your chests, majestically walk forwards, brazenly.
One, two, three four,
one, two, three, four, come on,
soldiers who stand at the front-line prepared to die,
march in step like troops of the Esteemed General.
 
Ah-...
 
Before the troops, the Great Commander's star shines on the deep-red flag,
we, who are close to the spirit of Mt. Baekdu, are the ones who will fulfil it.1
One, two, three four,
one, two, three, four, come on,
soldiers who stand at the front-line prepared to die,
march in step like troops of the Esteemed General.
Ah-... Ah-...
March in step like troops of the Esteemed General.
Ah-... Ah-... One, two three!
 

• 1. Unsure about this part.

Me And Reality

Me and me in the real life
Me and me in reality
Me and me in the real world
 
I feel so strange
Reality is coming
 

My Love, My Vanita*

My love, my Vanita,
Her weird** eyes are beautiful,
Past her teeth you can see the universe,
Her... memories kill molerats.
 
(Hey! It's 'Her farts' not 'Her memories'!
Uncle! There's a young boy here.)
 
Her hair feels just like a broom,
Her voice is as sweet as a crow's,
She would have become my bride,
Had I been a dependable young man.
 

Russians and Americans

It's an ordinary day, and the same I'm like I'm
walking in my boots on a frosty morning.
The nose becomes blurred, and the wind, the bitch, the cheek prick, The
brown bear stomped on the rope next to it.
From his muzzle sweep a couple of bread crumbs,
I'll remember the Bells and press the matryoshka,
I'll tighten my ear-flap with ear-flaps and the song will be tightened.
When the nightingale answers me from the birch.
The balalaika does not have a string, but it makes so much sense.
As in that woman, that meets the rocker,
Pour fire to me and nuddai park -
In Hollywood, they gave the role to the Russian peasant.
 
The nightingale will tell me the birch.
The nightingale will tell me the birch.
 
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it everything is mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans
 
My mom made porridge, made cabbage soup,
But Anton 1 left Rashi, like fuckin 'shit.
And then the sun somehow became a stove,
Expiring afterwards, I scream: 'Son of a bitch'.
White white just a bit to chew for Adam's apple.
Negro Negro says: 'Get on my dick'
And then every second straight hooligan.
At every corner the cops shout: 'Put your gun down.'
I tell the taxi driver: 'Do not drive, you bastard.'
He to me pokes a gun in a forehead: 'Nigga, nigga'.
I take one ticket 'New-York-Moscow',
So that I will give Oscar for my soup and mush.
 
Even if I fasten my shirt,
Still my soul wide open,
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
Even if I fasten my shirt,
Still my soul open,
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians ...
 
Is it true that banknotes will soon disappear?
Is it true that airplanes will cease to fall?
What did the rovers find there? (ah?)
Where I come from, it's all myths,
Forbidden routers and there is no information.
Where are the artificial organs, what is there with immortality?
Who will become the best rapper of the millennium?
What are you standing there like, where is this information?
Or maybe you have also been kept secret?
Where I come from, people do not really like
Something to invent, except for old guns.
Fine tuning of the machine by hitting the sledgehammer,
Tilting the glass with the impact of the chimes.
A paratrooper, capable of making a somersault from a horizontal bar,
Talents are like weeds on the asphalt.
Itself, I look, you stand slightly guilty,
After all, the facts will come up for sure tomorrow.
 
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it, everything was mixed, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
Even if I fasten my shirt,
My soul is still open.
In it everything is mixed up, as on the screen,
Russians and Americans.
 
The nightingale
will answer me, The nightingale will tell me the birch.
 

Precious

Once we were a full house
like bees that fall upon a flower
like strengthening the wings
like birds entering into the world
 
Ref. 2x
Forgive me, dear mother
for taking the rosiness off your face
because I know that I was always
your precious one
 
With sadness I remember the day when you gave me your
will for my safe travels
the rosiness from your face was gone
and your hand shook like a twig
 
Ref. 2x
 
Believe me, mother, in my dreams I experience you
Eagerly I await every beloved encounter
whenever the sun rises I recall my childhood
with tears left on my pillow
 
Ref. 2x
 

Heidi Intro (Latin American)

Versions: #2
Granpa, tell me:
What sounds are those that I hear?
Granpa tell me:
Why do I go in the cloud?
Tell me: Why does the air smell like this?
Tell me: Why am I so happy?
Granpa,
Never will I leave you!
 
Granpa, tell me:
What does the wind say in its song?
Granpa, tell me
why it rained, why it snowed.
Tell me: Why is everything white?
Tell me why I am so happy.
Granpa,
Never will I leave you!
 
Granpa, tell me
if the fir tree can talk with me.
Granpa, tell me:
Why is the Moon already drifting away?
Tell me: Why did I come up here?
Tell me: Why am I so happy?
Granpa,
Never will I leave you!
 

American Dragon (Opening 02)

It's a volcano
a freezing sol
Here, he will be who will take control,
it's almost supernatural, he's American Dragon
 
He'll defeat any rival using his powers,
with his dragon body, and his burning fire.
He's so strong,
American Dragon, (x2)
He's American Dragon.
 
He practices, and is very skilled with is teacher,
it's his destiny, and his reason
today his legacy has came into action.
Amercan Dragon.
 
From J to A
and from K to E
The coolest dragon, you'll ever see.
 
Just learning.

O my beautiful beloved

O my beautiful beloved with a face glowing like Venus,you're not aware
that you 're still lovely and I'm still young.
I would love to sacrifice my life for you.
 
This liveliness, this joyfulness in you isn't to be found anywhere else.
This art of winning hearts in you isn't to be found anywhere else.
I've got both the worlds in your eyes.
 
If you say a few sweet words with a smile,
it intoxicates my heartbeats even today.
My darling, I'm your lover for eternity.
 

sparkling couple

I was chasing the ending season
sandals removed, watching the sparkling waves
listening carefully to your mellow words
gazing up at the fleeting sky, hand in hand
 
I don't want memories that pass me by
but let me hear your voice as if time's melody will never fade
 
Stars of sand sway to the twinkling ocean
a couple lying down flat and melting into the white moon
 
I don't want memories that pass me by
but let me hear your voice as if time's melody will never fade
 

Alea

Why did you forget what I did for you
How much I miss those eyes
How much desire for you
Do you want to return one day?
 
To go away with you as far as possible
Even in our dreams we are together
And at once I want to tell you
That I can't live without you
 
I never stopped
With you Alea Alea Alea
Uh baby girl Alea Alea
Alea
 
Oh how much feelings
Only with you uh Alea
We are everywhere together
Uh Alea Uj Alea
Uh you ah you, you Alea
Alea Alea Alea uh Alea
 
Where did you leave them , where did yiu leave them
The things you told me
Do you have, do you have
Memories from us
(x2)
 
Remember
With you I want to be every moment
Uh remember
That I donct have anything to do without you
My soul
 
Remember
Even if you won't come tomorrow
Uh remember
That without you my heart hurts
My soul
 
Oh how much feelings
Only with you uh Alea
We are everywhere together
Uh Alea Uj Alea
Uh you ah you, you Alea
Alea Alea Alea uh Alea
 
Where did you leave them , where did yiu leave them
The things you told me
Do you have, do you have
Memories from us
(x2)
 

The South American Woman

Verse 1
It's a secret, the love that I have here inside
And even if we wasted time
Because life separated us
And I, and I without you
I can't laugh, I can't live
This is killing me
And the magic in the night takes me to you
 
Pre
I remember that you told me before going
That there isn't love like the love of a Latina
 
Chorus
Ay ay ay, Latina like (Oooh)
The South American woman
She leaves you with desire, your heart leaps (I want your heart)
Ay ay ay, Latina like (Oooh)
The South American woman
She leaves you with desire, your heart leaps (I want your heart)
 
Verse 2
I feel you, and I hear your voice in the wind
My heart loves fearlessly
I know that you feel the same
And I, and I without you
I can't laugh, I can't live
This is killing me
And the magic in the night takes me to you
 
Pre
And even if we are between two continents
There isn't love like the love of a Latina
 
Rap
She wants to know, wants to know if I'm loyal, loyal
To know if I will be the master of her skin, skin
And I want her, nama nama
And I have what she needs
She doesn't just want adventure, I know that
She can be seen from afar
She has what I like
That turns me on
Modeling, the South American woman kills me
And I want her for me
 
Bridge
I without you (I without you)
And you without me (and it's because I want you)
We are like the sun and the moon, separated
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Rights

What can I remember first
About your two eyes
Which victim they made me
And I run away from you to be saved
 
I fell in love with you,
And I got lost,
From everyone totally
But you're done and I erase you fortunately
 
Rights, I will give now, to everyone that asks you..
I fell in love with you, you betrayed me
But now I live again
Thousands of colours and names will give me the night
In other bodies, the day will find me
Rights...
 
What can I remember first
From your hug now, I?
It looked like summer that turned into winter in one minute
 
I fell in love with you
And I found myself at the edge of the cliff
Now my nights,
Belong somewhere else
 

Murderer United States

Get out of my country
Murderer, murderer United States
You have used up us for years
Murderer, murderer United States
 
She antagonizes a state to another
She lies down in an ambush like a dog
She makes them shed their blood, she sells guns
Murderer, murderer United States
 
The brat who ate Japan
The only regret of the world
Hypocrite prostitute nation
Murderer, murderer United States
 
She fools people by saying that ice is water
We became unwary submissively
The world's nastiest
Murderer, murderer United States
 
The contemptible contagion of the human
The half of the world is vexed with her
The filthy wife of Vietnam
Murderer, murderer United States
 
Mahzuni Şerif, don't sleep through
The time is up, it got dark
Greetings from us to Vietnam
Murderer, murderer United States
 

Sverige (US of America)

Now let's go with a nice song here then,
would you like to start then, Tore
and read from the top up here
 
Sweden where the wind is sizzling through birch trees and the rivers are rushing,
where we walk on top of mist covered mountains and deep valleys
though fir forest and pine trees' halls
up onto lingonberry-red grass lands we walk past cottages
we hear birds chirping and midsummer girls giggling
thou ancient, thou free, do you want to live or die,
now it's your turn
 
I thank the roadwork department for your zealous and classy service,
every morning you come and pick up my car
the housing agency that registers my prayers
and gives me hope while waiting in line
and I thank all the department offices for documents
and letters and that I did not have to understand what you wrote
I thank you for all the punk rockers and alcoholics
so that my wife and kids don't have to be alone in the city
and grandma and grandpa thank you for the new old waltz
and for not having to leave the house at all. It's so darn great!
 
SWEDEN SWEDEN MOTHERLAND
YOU ARE SO DARN GREAT!
 
I thank the media that makes the life more rich
by making me understand
that drug lords, robbers, lawyers
and tax evaders have a really hard life
 
I thank all the city planners that
old houses are not allowed to exist
so that you don't have to remember
And I thank the school system for their new tidings
so that we avoid education, hey!
 
Regulations, prohibitions, rules and laws
so that noone has fun or knows how to complain
and that the number of qualifying days of sick leave increases
so that I have to be sick longer
 
SWEDEN SWEDEN MOTHERLAND
YOU ARE SO DARN GREAT!
 
I thank all the politicians and their flow of words
so that I don't have to make decicions regarding my own destiny
I thank all the employers and unions
for that you fight for our wages
so that I don't need to have my own fund for my sons
and the police because they are motorizing and expanding
so that you don't have to meet anyone on patrol
 
And the health care for personnel quotas and the tailored production
so that we avoid relations and emotions.... yeeah!
I thank the liberal education of our youth, free from strict rules
they create such funny artwork in Stockholm's subways.... hihihi!
 
I thank evolution and the concience of enterprises
so that we don't have to worry about work
and I thank all computers and their pieces of code
so that I don't have to find solutions myself
and I totallly don't have to think at all myself - quite adequate!
 
Sweden where the wind no longer is sizzling through the birch trees
and the rivers no longer are rushing
where we walk among power plant mountains and fenced-off nuclear valleys
cut down fir forest and pine trees' empty halls
thou ancient, thou free, what the hell not being good any more
 
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING
SWEDEN IS GOOD THAT'S SELF EVIDENT!