Резултати претраге страна 44

Monglian Soldier

Under the golden Soyombo,
Their oath is thus sworn.
In the Great General's square,
They march forward in parade.
 
Genghis's descendants, warrior men,
Mongolian soldiers under their leader's Tug Banner.
Guarding the motherland in full alert,
Keeping peace wherever they stand!
 
For the honoured state duties,
With milk spilt on stirrups.
Our border markers' emblems
Are protected by their patrols!
 
Genghis's descendants, warrior men,
Mongolian soldiers under their leader's Tug Banner.
Guarding the motherland in full alert,
Keeping peace wherever they stand!
 
Peacekeeping work they do,
Camaraderies they forge.
Following modern developments,
They all march side by side!
 
Genghis's descendants, warrior men,
Mongolian soldiers under their leader's Tug Banner.
Guarding the motherland in full alert,
Keeping peace wherever they stand!
 
Genghis's descendants, warrior men,
Mongolian soldiers under their leader's Tug Banner.
Guarding the motherland in full alert,
Keeping peace wherever they stand!
 

Fishermen

We leave, not knowing where to
With the moon and songs of seagulls
Who follow traces, looking for a fish or two
But often only get hit (by gusts of wind)
 
There is a link between us and the sea
That no one could explain to us
A similar destiny that makes us believe
That we have a 'where', a 'why'
 
Fishermen, alone on the sea
Each one with his own thoughts
Hidden within them, the simple prayers
To see their sons with them
 
To see their sons with them
 

The Rose of Sharon

It rained hard last night,
And heard the blowing of the wind.
In the morn, it’s full of the light.
The petals were scatted by the wind.
 
The roses of Sharon were torn.
The twigs were broken to litters.
Some left flowers were worn
Out were dangling like tatters.
 
Afraid if the tree were dead,
Never see again, the flowers,
Only, I did to spread
And sweep the twigs for viewers.
 
Morrow, the sun rises again
With joy, the buds are blooming.
Never I forget, they’ll remain
In my heart ever-blooming.
 

The old landscape

The landscape of the old days when I had lived in the country,
Fifty year has passed, sometimes, it reminds me like the yesterday
Now, I can hear the fall drops and it feels to me like the poetry.
Sometimes I can smell the old when I see the drops in rainy day
 
At noon, the bees across the brooks are flying and buzzing,
At night, from the milky way, the stars come down and whispering.
In the morning, school-boys go to the school with back packing.
At the afternoon, the boys are coming back with cows at the sun setting.
 
In Early Spring, it snowed in large flakes on the bloomed azaleas.
It went well, to the Violet and white hills, but the sun sent his rays.
In late Autumn, on the mountain hills, there were the wild-achilleas
At night, the wind breathed, the petals were scattered on the ways.
 
The old landscape calls me to become, nigher and nigher.
The summer rain-drops sing and call me with hitting the windowpane.
But I know, going to the landscape, only I’ll be a new stranger,
Yearning and hatred are not the other word, I recite to the old lane.
 

the night horn

1.
Tender and favorite woman in over eight,
wish me a happy, happy night,
when so my heart looks at you faithfully,
that makes all my force and strength lively
on steady view,
so i don't pine
there,
miserable and lonely,
and there is no one
to comfort me
but you.
with you I crave to sleep,
so I think of you every night

Black-Red Rose

The flowers fade
In my home,
They are sad without thee.
 
With Red-Black Rose
You crowned me and left me alone,
Thine flower gave me goodness,
But thine vision I will not see.
Hear, weeps the silence, I pray
Come to me.
 
The flowers fade
In my home,
Sad without thee.
I ask the moon,
I beseech the earth
May they return thine here.
 
A Crown of days and nights
Over my pain shall rules.
I still believe in you
And the happy sun, I know, shall rise.
In love in our dawn, I give
My good hands.
 
I ask the Moon
I beseech the earth,
May they return thine here.
Flowers are fading
In my home,
They are sad without thee.
 
With a Black-Red Rose
you crowned me and left me
Gave me warmth with a flower,
But thine vision I will not see.
Hear, the silence weeps, I pray
Come to me.
 
(x2):
I ask the moon,
I beseech the earth,
May they return thine here.
Flowers are fading
In my rooms,
They are sad without thine.
 

In December of '81

In december of '81
Messed with the english
3-0 over Liverpool
It went down in history
And in Rio there's no equal
Only Flamengo is world champion
And now your people
Asks for the world again
 
Give-it, Give-it, Give-it, Mengo
Go get 'em, Flamengo!
Give-it, Give-it, Give-it, Mengo
Go get 'em, Flamengo!
 

Prašuma

Prašuma je poklon
prirode
 
Jednom posečena
zauvek će nestati
 
Može je opet pošumljaviti
Ali ipak više nikad neće biti ista
 
Kao i ljubav
 

Црвена краљица

Увек желиш да будеш најбољи
То је борба без краја
Трчите што брже можете
Али никада нећете постићи свој циљ
 
То је борба нашег свакодневног живота
О политици и рату
Сви овде трче тако брзо
Али никад не виде крај
 
И одједном се нађете
Трчите са Црвеном краљицом
Кроз долине и преко брда
А понекад узводно
 
И одједном схватиш
Овде ништа није онако како изгледа
Ви сте иза огледала
Као Алиса и Црвена краљица
 
И кад се питате зашто
Не можете доћи до ове тачке
Не можете завршити оно што сте започели
Затим сте прошли кроз огледало
 
Далеко сте од стварности
Или ово није прави свет?
Где се сви боримо и боримо
Не знајући зашто
 

Funky Lemonade

Ema bu emabu ema, ema bu-bu-bu
Ema bu emabu ema, ema bu-bu-bu
Ema bu-bu-bu
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade, oh oh e-oh
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade
 
Emabu emabu ema emabu ema-bu-e
Sparkly sparkle, sparkly sparkle
Emabu emabu ema emabu bu bu may life
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade
Cold lemonade, cold lemonade
 
Stop – cold lemonade, lots of lemonade in fri-i-idge
I drank lots of lemonade
Don’t-don’t care the weather
It’s good in every weather
Oh oh oh
 
Cold cold lemonade,
There is lemonade, there is lemonade
Sparkling tarragon, barberries
Lies with me
There are a lot of cold-live-cold-live-lemons
 
Oh, how I wish cold coda
What compares to sparkling water
Lemon and cream need ode
Citron in mode
 
Listen oh, listen oh, listen oh, ohh
Mommy buy me a lemonade, ooh
Don’t argue with me daddy, ooh
Drink please, oh-oh, drink please, oh-oh
Emabu emabu ema emabu bu ema bu bu may life
 
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade, oh oh e-oh
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade
 
Emabu emabu ema emabu ema-bu-e
Sparkly sparkle, sparkly sparkle
Emabu emabu ema emabu bu bu may life
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade
Cold lemonade, cold lemonade
 
Listen to the funky music
And wish Cold soda
Citron, oh
 
Sparkling water
I'm asking for a faucet too
And mine is your soda, oh
Ema bu may life
 
Emabu emabu ema emabu bu ema bu bu may life
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade, oh oh e-oh
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade
 
Emabu emabu ema emabu ema-bu-e
Sparkly sparkle, sparkly sparkle
Emabu emabu ema emabu bu bu may life
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade
Cold lemonade, cold lemonade
 
Sparkly sparkle
Funky lemonade, iee
Ie ie emabu bu bu may life
Cold lemonade or cold lemonade
Cold lemonade, cold lemonade
 
Funky lemonade, iee
 

Hymn of Karlovac's students

The branches of lilac have bloomed
They adorned that night of ours
In the days of youth, in the days of joy,
In the days of the most wonderful dream
 
Do you remember that Court garden
Where you kissed me back then?
In that wonderful May,
In your embrace,
Those we're out most wonderful dreams
 
But nothing last forever in this world,
All of that has passed, everything comes to an end,
People meet, love and part
And in the end, everyone is once again alone
 
But we are the students of Karlovac
Our memories bring us back there
We too meet, love but do not part
And in the end, no one is alone!
 

Song of the Heubergers

On the rough heights of the Heuberg mountain
surrounded tightly with barbed wire
is the camp where the marxists
have been banned to by fascism.
 
Behind barbed wire and bars
the one who defends himself gets shot
instead of bread there is just beating
only hatred gets nourished
 
Human rights have faded
and there is no complaining.
Instead of meat there are only bones
good food would be poison.
 
But once there is an end
not in vain has flown our blood
the proletarian reaches out his hand to one another
and smashes this breed.
 
And freedom will come again -
then take good care, SA-man!
The Red Guard will win,
they will call for the last battle.
 
Red flags will be flown
over this camp then!
Not the SA will have weapons then,
but the workman only!
 

The Auschwitz Tango

We danced tangos and foxtrots and sang melodies
Even before the war.
The gentle songs, resounding, yearning,
Rocked us to sleep with love.
And now war, no one writes songs
About those young years in the city.
Oh strike up a song, young girl, another song
About days and nights in the camp behind wire.
 
Our slave-tango—under the whip of the oppressors,
Oh the slave-tango of the Auschwitz camp.
Steel spears of the guard-animals—
Oh, freedom and free times are calling.
 
The Negro soon brings his mandolin
And will soon tinkle his song here,
And the Englishman, Frenchman sing a tune,—
From sorrow will come a trio.
And also the Polack soon takes up his little flute
And he will make the whole world feel—
Let song then rouse the hearts,
That yearn for the freedom they lack.
 
Our slave-tango . . .
 

Она те зна

Лепа мала
Има лепе очи
Има те
Има лепе очи
 
Она ће те разоткрити
кад те она зна
 
Она ће те разоткрити
кад те она зна
Она ће те разоткрити
кад те она зна
Она ће те разоткрити
кад те она зна
Она ће те разоткрити
кад те она зна
 

Бруклински мост

Као и људи са којима се упознајеш
Волим да шетам Бруклинским мостом
Какав диван поглед са
Небо те гледа са Бруклинског моста
Волим да слушам ветар кроз њене жице
Песма коју она пева за град
Волим да гледам облаке у њеној коси
Учи да их носи као круну
Ако сте били луталица
Крај путовања лежи изнад Бруклинског моста
Не дозволите да вам нико каже
Покушавам да ти продам Бруклински Мост
Сви људи на Манхетну су тужни
Јер је гледају и желе да је имају
Стари добри Бруклински мост
Ако сте били луталица
Крај путовања лежи изнад Бруклинског моста
Не дозволите да вам нико каже
Покушавам да ти продам Бруклински Мост
Највише ће вам недостајати кад лутате
Јер ћеш мислити на њу и на дом
Стари добри Бруклински Мост
 

MY HOMELAND

My homeland is burning
It was set on fire by Western barbarians!
This is a land of peace and sacred beauty
They came to take away everything from us!
 
My country is burning
It was set on fire by the barbarians of the West!
This is the land of the people, everything is ours
This is a free country, they have no place!
 
My homeland is in pain
She's being attacked by Western barbarians!
This is my country, where I spent my time
This is my Serbia, I give everything!
 
My homeland is calling me
Let us all enlist!
The Yugoslav Army - the pride of the Serbian nation
We march proudly against the tyranny of America!
 
Montenegro and Serbia against the tyrant
In the unity of Yugoslavia, victory is smiling!
My homeland is ready
It is led by President Milosevic!
 
President Milosevic is leading his country!
Yugoslavia, my homeland
'My homeland is independent!'
I proudly say this to the Western tyrants!
 

Towards Jesus port

Towards Jesus port
i will sail with joy
after every battle
into the deep waves
 
Our beloved Jesus
our ship's guide
drunk with happiness is the heart
of the faithful one who loves you.
 
Go ahead, children
fight happily
Don't be afraid of anything
neither the waves
who break like bests
on the side of the ship.
 
With my boat i will sail
towards your port, Jesus
to find peace
and you my beloved one.
 
Our beloved Jesus
the captain of our ship
drunk with happiness is the heart
of the faithful who loves you.
 
All together, children
fight happily
Don't get afraid of anything
neither the waves
who break like beasts
on the side of the ship.
 

But You

I'm looking out, I just woke up
I don't discover clouds in the sky
The early day with the rain has a good face.
(And the sun rises and rises)
 
The warmth also makes you want to start the day,
Outside, the summer has scattered flowers.
I slept too long
I have that feeling today.
(And the sun rises and rises)
 
But you, but you aren't here
But you, but you aren't here.
When will you be with me again?
 
But you, but you aren't here
But you, but you aren't here.
When will you be with me again?
 
That you write to me, that you long for me,
Doesn't make it easier to be patient.
I walk alone again on the way out to the meadows.
(And the sun rises and rises)
 
I recognize the willow by the lake
We dreamed many a Sunday here.
I remember very well
The hours with you.
(And the sun rises and rises)
 
But you, but you aren't here...
 
No matter how beautiful the day
This summer will pass.)
Why can't you be with me?
 
No matter how beautiful the day
This summer will pass.)
Then you'll be with me again.
(Background:
 
No matter how beautiful the day
This summer will pass.)
Then you'll be with me again.me again
 

O Mary

Versions: #1
Let us unbridle, boys, the horses,
Go lay down, and take your rest.
Myself into, the orchard green I,
Go to dig, out a little well .
 
Chorus:
 
O Mary, one! two! three! kalyna, a lovely dark, haired maiden, has taken, berries in the woods. (2)
 
Digging, digging, a little well there,
in the orchard, that is green.
Will not the maiden girl come out then
early in the morning for some water ?
 
Chorus:...
 
Came out, came out, did the maiden,
early to get water in the morning.
And behind her, there a Kozak,
Leads his horse -, out to bathe. (water)
 
He asks, and begs her for a pail,
And she refuses to give him one.
He gifts, he gives a ring in hand then,
she takes it not, refusing him.
 
I know, I know, oh my dear girl,
how now -, I embittered you.
For in the evening, yesterday I,
Chatted up, yet another girl
(loved another better than you)
 
O In her height, she's not too tall,
yet in years, she still is young.
A blond braid, way down to her waist,
With ribbons blue - in her braid.
 

What Shall We Do, Jews?

What shall we do, Jews
When there is such tragedy?
What shall we do, people?
We have to eat, every day!
Because the stomach doesn’t want to know
Anything about our ghetto business
It only screams and demands
To eat and eat some more.
 
Here comes our beloved winter,
Bringing fear and terror,
We’ll sit in the sukkah for Purim
And celebrate Simchat Torah.
Our president Khayim
Is a good man,
And we’ll eat in the ghetto
Rolls with butter.
 
What shall we do, Jews
When there is such tragedy?
What shall we do, people?
We have to eat, every day!
Because the stomach doesn’t want to know
Anything about our ghetto business
It only screams and demands
To eat and eat some more.
 
Here comes our beloved winter
Bringing fear and terror,
No overcoat, no clothes,
Soon it will be Simchat Torah.
I’ve already sold the cabinet
And my mother-in-law’s bed.
I’ll get bread and butter
And horse meat meatballs.
 
What shall we do, Jews
When there is such tragedy?
What shall we do, people?
We have to eat, every day!
Because the stomach doesn’t want to know
Anything about our ghetto business
It only screams and demands
To eat and eat some more.
 

Beli Ferari

Loša sreća da pričamo na ovim vožnjama
Misli na putu, tvoje raširene oči gledaju plutajuće oblake
Beli Ferari, dobra vremena
(Slatkih 16, kako sam mogao da znam bilo šta?)
Pustio sam te napolje u Central
Nije mi stalo da iznesem plan
Zadrzao sam usta zatvorena
Mi smo tako bliski
Beli Ferari, dobra vremena
 
Drži se za mene, blizu mene
Bio si dobro, bio si dobro ovde
To je samo sporo telo
Otišao si kad sam zaboravio da pričam
Tako da sam poslao govor, manja brzina, teksas brzina, da
Eventualno, eventualno, da
Ahh, na meni eventualno, eventualno, da
 
Brinem za tebe i uvek ću
To je moj deo dogovora, iskreno
Postali smo tako bliski
Provodeći svaki dan u godini
Beli Ferari, dobra vremena
U ovom životu (životu), u ovom životu (životu)
Neki tetovirani kapci na licu
Misli iznad potrebe su magija,
Ja radim magiju
Ako razmišljaš o tome biće gotovo ubrzo
I to je život
 
Siguran sam da smo visočiji u drugoj dimenziji
Rekao si da smo mali i da nismo vredni pominjanja
Umoran si od pomeranja, tvoje telo boli
Možemo da odemo, postoje mesta za otići
Očigledno ovo nije sve ono što jeste
Ne mogu uzeti ono što je dato
Ali smo tako dobro ovde
Iskonski i goli
Ti sanjaš o zidovima koji nas drže u zatvoru
To je samo lobanja, barem je tako zovu
I mi smo slobodni da lutamo
 

Thank you is not a swear

Versions: #1
A man went to help a crying child
The mother didn't believe he really wanted to save him
And so he was accused of being a beast
He even asked how could the water change into wine
A woman falls on the street
Here we won't help you if you're crazy
Come on, it was a heart attack
And no coming back to life
 
Why is it so fucking hard to look in the eyes
And say hi
We're always just hitting these round corners
And saying that we just can't
And should we go to prison for killing time
And though this time is killing us
No-one will ever catch it
 
You can't open your mouth
You're swept aside to see
How the world yells of it's craziness
But if you yell louder
Your voice will be heard
And you'll get strength for another day
O-oo-oo, o-oo-oo, thank you is not a swear
O-oo-oo, o-oo-oo, you'll wake up as a winner
 
And sometimes when things go right
You'll get what you want
So if you apologize, you'll be forgiven
And life is good again
How to raise kids can't be found on Google
But you can't always judge home
'Cause there's so many kinds of people here
Some get beaten up and some get a computer
 
And look out so that you don't smile at anyone
'Cause it can be contagious
And will we ever know
If Hansel loved the cookie or Gretel more
And being lonely is more dangerous than being overweight
And trust is way better than hostility
 
You can't open your mouth
You're swept aside to see
How the world yells of it's craziness
But if you yell louder
Your voice will be heard
And you'll get strength for another day
O-oo-oo, o-oo-oo, thank you is not a swear
O-oo-oo, o-oo-oo, you'll wake up as a winner
 
Thank you is not, thank you is not, thank you is not a swear
 
You can't open your mouth
You're swept aside to see
How the world yells of it's craziness
But if you yell louder
Your voice will be heard
And you'll get strength for another day
O-oo-oo, o-oo-oo, thank you is not a swear
O-oo-oo, o-oo-oo, you'll wake up as a winner
Thank you is not, thank you is not, thank you is not a swear
 

Puddle

Who are you?
 
I can hear a woman's voice in my ears.
I hear you, and everyone else, in the darkness.
 
The silence's rhymes in the early mornings
In the darkness, the quietness of sunrise rhymes.
 
I love your weak features...
Could this just be the start of the future?
Death will protect you,
Death will protect you.
 

Flood

If this intent, all this pressure, intent
I have a feeling that it was all in vain
How much time do I have left, who am I going with and who are they?
I search for a solution, I swim away against the current
 
I got injured, I lived through the stress, I pray that I will be cherished
Not all that goes up comes down, it seems to me
That time gets wasted when we struggle
Searching for light even when there's no sun
I keep going on my own
 
It's only another day of fighting, ah, ah
After the flood, uh, uh, uh
It's only another day of fighting, ah, ah
After the flood, uh, uh, uh
 
And time makes you realize
That all your fear will disappear
Nobody sees the delusions that we went through
You can't fake real life
 
Finishing cycles
Reflecting about what I say
And everything that I say
Is based on what I live through
 
If in order to win
You either have to get over it or struggle
I get over it without forgetting
The real reason to live
 
It's only another day of fighting, ah, ah
After the flood, uh, uh, uh
It's only another day of fighting, ah, ah
After the flood, uh, uh, uh
 
Hm, hm
Yeah
 

Holiday Pass

Holiday pass, you are the prettiest of all passes
Holiday pass, and when you take me to my homeland
Where a girl is still waiting
 
Oh girl, you are the prettiest of all that's pretty
Oh girl, you long for me night and day
And loved only me, always
 
Oh soldier, you are a man who can bear everything
Oh soldier, you are a man who just laughs about everything
Oh soldier, and in a hot battle when death dances over us
You laugh at her, always
 
Oh homeland, you're more delicious than all vodka's
Oh homeland, you are the best of all that's good
Oh homeland, and when your sparkles shines in the glass
I can truly laugh again
 
Oh gloomy tomb, you will be the one to deny me life
Oh gloomy tomb, you're the rest that I will be given
Oh gloomy tomb, where the sun rises and casts its golden rays
Here the wind dances over graves, always
 

Future

People are infinitely happy
And filled with hope
For a great future
But is this future only an Illusion?
 
Horrible or good?
If they keep hoping so,
Then this is in vain
 
Then it won't bear fruit
Their hopes are useless
They need to work hard
For that future
 
They need to become their own future
Or they just need to
Build that future.
 

Just Because I Don't Believe

The words of love that you gave me
Gave me in a quick way
Don't know if it is deceiful or honest
Which makes me not believe in you
Love you in doubt
Don't love me wholeheartedly
As time went by
The words of love were faded
Then I realized that you always loved me
And now, surrounding me
You are not with me
You went so far away from me
The lover has gone away
and will ever never get back
What am I looking for when we lost each other
What's left is just regret
My heart is still painful
Where are you now, my darling?
[ĐK]
My heart knew that
You didn't lie to me
Just because my heart is too foolish
My lover, Please don't blame me
Please forgive my mistakes
Let me come back to you
My darling, please come back to me
So that my guilty heart
Won't cry and speak out your name every night
Now I know that it's no good being regretful
But I beg of you not to be painful due to me.
 

Kao Da Ti Je Poslednja

Ništa drugo sem tebe ne mogu da vidim
Možda mi srce malo prebrzo kuca
Moje rumeno lice, moje srce takođe
Ništa neće da ide kako ja hoću
Kao rukohvat peska
Si baš ti
Zavodiš me toliko da je teško, još teže
Ništa neće da ide kako ja hoću
 
Želim da osetiš moje najsitnije uzdahe
Čak i kada te gledam, nedostakeš mi
Tako da, zar me nećeš osloboditi više?
 
Dušo, još malo, još čvršće, još jače, zauvek
zagrli me ― ništa drugo mi ne treba
Iskreno, upravo sada želim da me poljubiš
Kao da ti je poslednja ljubav
 
Kao da ti je poslednja, kao da ti je poslednja
Kao da ti je poslednja noć, ljubavi
Kao da ti je poslednja, kao da ti je poslednja
Kao da sutra neće doći, ljubavi
 
Uh, zaljubiću se, dušo
Ti ćeš me uhvatiti
Uh, daću ti sve ovo, dušo
Zovi me lepom i gadnom
Zato što ćemo dobiti sve, na moju ljubav možeš da se kladiš
Udupliraćemo ulog na sve njih, woah!
Ja ću biti Boni i ti budi moj Klajd
Mi smo zajedno bez obzira na opasnost
Iksevi i oksevi
 
Kako svaki sat prolazi postajem nestrpljivija sada
Ti si mi sve, a nedostaješ mi
Tako da, zar me nećeš osloboditi više?
 
Dušo, još malo, još čvršće, još jače, zauvek
zagrli me ― ništa drugo mi ne treba
Iskreno, upravo sada želim da me poljubiš
Kao da ti je poslednja ljubav
 
Kao da ti je poslednja, kao da ti je poslednja
Kao da ti je poslednja noć, ljubavi
Kao da ti je poslednja, kao da ti je poslednja
Kao da sutra neće doći, ljubavi
 
Na jedan, dva, tri sada počinjemo mi
Nemoj više nikada da se okrećeš nazad bez obzira na sve
Prihvati i uhvati sve moje
Neću dati nikome da nam smeta
 
BLACKPINK u vašem kraju
 
Dušo, još malo, još čvršće, još jače, zauvek
zagrli me ― ništa drugo mi ne treba
Iskreno, upravo sada želim da me poljubiš
Kao da ti je poslednja ljubav
 
Kao da ti je poslednja, kao da ti je poslednja
Kao da ti je poslednja noć, ljubavi
Kao da ti je poslednja, kao da ti je poslednja
Kao da sutra neće doći, ljubavi
 

Türkeş Türkeş Will Come

I swear to God, Turkey!
Spring will arrive again!
I swear to God, Turkey!
Spring will arrive again!
 
Türkeş Türkeş will come!
Smiles will be present on all faces!
Anarchy, terror ends,
A nightingale blossoms in my garden!
 
Türkeş Türkeş will come!
Smiles will be present on all faces!
Anarchy, terror ends,
A nightingale blossoms in my garden!
 
I swear to God, Turkey!
Spring will arrive again!
I swear to God, Turkey!
Spring will arrive again!
 
Türkeş Türkeş will come!
Smiles will be present on all faces!
Worker, farmer hand in hand,
We're on our way to the beauty!
 
Türkeş Türkeş will come!
Smiles will be present on all faces!
Worker, farmer hand in hand,
We're on our way to the beauty!
 
I swear to God, Turkey!
Spring will arrive again!
I swear to God, Turkey!
Spring will arrive again!
 
Türkeş Türkeş will come!
Smiles will be present on all faces!
Worker, farmer hand in hand,
We're on our way to the beauty!
 
Türkeş Türkeş will come!
Smiles will be present on all faces!
Worker, farmer hand in hand,
We're on our way to the beauty!
 
May the deaf Sultan mark my words!
My party is MHP (Nationalist Movement Party), my leader is Türkeş!
Here, I will clearly state who I am!
My party is MHP, my leader is Türkeş!
The idealist flower planted in 44 has seen the truth 50 years earlier!
What else should I do, its honey, its honeycomb?
My party is MHP, my leader is Türkeş!
The nationalist vision is the national solution!
Nine lights are my two eyes!
The truth may only be seen if you look with this eye!
My party is MHP, my leader is Türkeş!
I said idealism, yet what does it mean?
Who taught us all of this one-by-one?
Who else other than Türkeş will show?
My party is MHP, my leader is Türkeş!
May one leader show, if he has any authority,
May it have an impact on Global Turkism,
The rest are not in command of their mouths!
My party is MHP, my leader is Türkeş!
My brother, may they say MHP is like this...
The sun will not be covered with clay.
Come, in spite of the cruel, come say it again:
My party is MHP. My leader, my captain, my chieftain is Türkeş!
 

Moscow night

Verse 1.
Here is night, Moscow night,
The rain is falling quietly on the wet roofs.
 
You're waiting. I know, you're waiting,
The candles have burnt out, but I know, you won't asleep.
 
I turn on the driving beam and the wet road
Runs away into the sky.
 
Moscow night...
 
Chorus:
I'm rushing down the Garden Ring,1
And the moonlight is seen through the window.
 
I'm rushing down the Garden Ring,
And Moscow night
Is flying towards me.
 
Verse 2.
it’s not dawn yet
And your lips are whispering quietly sweet nonsense to me.
 
Forgive and let me go,
I'll be back for you very soon, just don't be sad.
 
I turn on the driving beam and the wet road
Runs away into the sky.
 
Moscow night...
 
Chorus.
 
Verse3.
I turn on the driving beam and the wet road
Runs away into the sky.
 
Moscow night...
 
Chorus.
 

• 1. The motor road around the central part of Moscow

Far from your life

Have you lost your memory?
Or is it that you lost your conscience?
Don't try to confuse me, I am not going to let you play with my mind
 
It's no secret that I loved you
It's true, I won't deny that
I was always at your feet, doing even the impossible to see you pleased
But I grew tired of giving and giving without receiving
What we had is over, I didn't want it that way
It was you who put out the fire of love and passion, I no longer feel the same for you
 
I want to be far from your life
It's too late to talk about love
I forgive you but what you did to me, I'm not going to forget, I am not going to forget
I want to be far from your life
I regret the time I lost
Don't you ask me to start over
I don't want any more hurt, the kind you caused me
 
It's no secret that I loved you
It's true, I won't deny that
I was always at your feet, doing even the impossible to see you pleased
But I grew tired of giving and giving without receiving
What we had is over, I didn't want it that way
It was you who put out the fire of love and passion, I no longer feel the same for you
 
But I grew tired of giving and giving without receiving
What we had is over, I didn't want it that way
It was you who put out the fire of love and passion, I no longer feel the same for you
 
I want to be far from your life
It's too late to talk about love
I forgive you but what you did to me, I'm not going to forget, I am not going to forget
I want to be far from your life
I regret the time I lost
Don't you ask me to start over
I don't want any more hurt, the kind you caused me
I want to be far from your life
I regret the time I lost
Don't you ask me to start over
I don't want any more hurt, the kind you caused me
 

The Spaniards came

The Spaniards came, cannonaded, and left.
The English came, cannonaded heavily, and left.
The French came, blew their bugles, and captured it.