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The kiss that I didn't give her

How ungrateful life has been
That doesn't stop killing me
I never forget that one day
15th of November, at 12 o'clock in the day
 
I saw her at the altar precisely when the father joined them
My world collapsed in a moment
I went to stop her wedding
But I chose to let her be happy,
Causing me to increase my suffering
 
I saw her at the altar, a tiara on her head.
And that boyfriend took what I love most
The image I cannot erase
I want to remove from my memory
Your white dress, the ring on your finger
And the kiss that I didn't give you
 
She didn't say goodbye
Nor invited me to the cathedral because of the gossip in the town
I arrived to the church
My dreams died
 
I saw her at the altar precisely when the father joined them
My world collapsed in a moment
I went to stop her wedding
But I chose to let her be happy,
Causing me to increase my suffering
 
I saw her at the altar, a tiara on her head.
And that boyfriend took what I love most
The image I cannot erase
I want to remove from my memory
Your white dress, the ring on your finger
And the kiss that I didn't give you
 

Point G

(Eh-eh-eh)
 
Stay on the track, you will find me
You are already close to me (to me)
As assertive in crystal ball
You want to discover me
 
I stop up to half
Go up the path, still there, there
Come on, advance a little more
But if you lose yourself, I'll wait for you
At point G
 
At point G
At point G
At point G
At point G
 
Almost, almost that I can see you
Follow the instructions well so that you know what to do
That I am waiting for one, that I fall in love
To the old school, that he sends me flowers
I want that he takes me to the cinema
I want that he steals me a kiss
But at night he also gets naughty
That I am in my bed, always without pajama
Listening to music all weekend
 
Who knows how to choose, who knows how to decide
If he goes out with Shakira, JLo or Karol G
That he touches me there, that he touches me there
Until you find me, but there
At point G
 
At point G
At point G
At point G
At point G
 
Turn off the light, I prefer the dark
What you want, I already thought about it first
Like Betty Boo, I despair everyone
I decide which one I boto and which one I stay with, mmm
 
I already saw that he is looking for a rich mommy
That he takes her down, and that he repeats the process
And I know that he didn't found one which allows it
I'm your favorite, I can see it on your face
 
Who knows how to choose, who knows how to decide
If he goes out with Shakira, JLo or Karol G
That he touches me there, that he touches me there
Until you find me, but there
At point G (eh-eh)
 
At point G
At point G
At point G
(At point G)
 
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SHA LA LA

So many things happened that angered me
I’m just gonna wipe it away
I was gonna say some bad words
But I’m just looking at the moon instead
Instead of getting stressed, I’ll dress up
Please don’t kill my vibe
 
Everyone says it’s hard, if it was easy, it’d just be a game
Can’t be the best? That’s ok, just be yourself
 
I’m not the loser that I was yesterday
Today, I’ll shine, I’m better now
 
Shalala
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
It’s lit
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
 
Pierce the ceiling and fly, shine a light
With feeling, shalala
 
Shalala
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
It’s lit
 
I don’t know what I was in my past life
But like the lazy grasshopper
I’ll just live my life and go
Be kind (dude)
You won’t get anywhere with that Nolbu attitude
Let’s be happy mom, sister, let’s live by the river
The best moment of our lives is right now
Let’s pack our bags and go
 
I don’t need to be too self-conscious
I have enough grace, right?
Can you feel it? shalala, it’s so obvious
 
I’m not the loser that I was yesterday
Today, I’ll shine, I’m better now
 
Shalala
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
It’s lit
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
 
Pierce the ceiling and fly, shine a light
With feeling, shalala
 
Shalala
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
It’s lit
 
A small, twinkling star is dancing in my heart
Don’t try to decide what’s right or wrong
Just like me (everyone together)
Let’s take this night, fire
 
Fire on my feet
Let’s run even harder, pour gasoline on it
When people say you’re too slow
Just ignore that rubbish
Yes, I like this
Don’t ever try to be too cautious
Don’t worry about tomorrow, know your enemy and know yourself
100 battles, 100 victories, it’s so hot, hot, let’s cheers
 
Pierce the ceiling and fly, shine a light
With feeling, shalala
 
Shalala
Come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it
It’s lit
 

The ungrateful son

Mischievous son, in taverns
you waste your life in perdition,
you don't understand that you're to blame
for your poor mother who cries in affliction.
 
You don't care for your poor little mother1
with white in her hair2 who suffers for you,
you don't understand that she loves you so much,
that you are ungrateful and you make her suffer.
 
You don't know that your good mother3
there by the church - in her solitude
I've seen her early in the morning on the street
with her hand extended, asking for charity.
 
With deeply saddening words she told me
'May my son never come to know of the sad truth,
I only want God to bless him,
should my life end, it will be gone soon'
 
The words spoken by a mother
will be unforgettable to the heart,
and songs who are so ungrateful
end up drunk in perdition.
 
Go on, run and look for your mother,
for God will punish you for your vileness,
you don't understand that 'later' is too late
and that your good mother you will miss.
 

• 1. poor little old lady
• 2. lit. 'with her good/blessed white hairs' meaning that she has earned them from worrying/old age but is said as a complement
• 3. lit. 'saintly mother'

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No one is eternal in this world

No one is eternal in this world
not even for having a heart
that feels and sighs so much
for life and for love.
 
Everything ends with time, 1
tell me, what do you take? 2
when nothing remains after time,
not even a tomb nor a cross.
 
When you're all saying farewell to me
with a last goodbye from this world,
don't cry for me because no one is eternal,
no one comes back from their deep sleep.
 
You will suffer, you will cry
until you become accustomed to loss,
then you'll give in
when you never see me again.
 
Goodbye to those who stay,
I always wanted to sing to them:
good luck and enjoy it as much as you can,
there's no time to cry now.
 
Don't cry for those who die
because they're gone forever,
watch over those that remain,
if you can lend them a hand.
 
When you're all saying farewell to me
with a last goodbye from this world,
don't cry for me because no one is eternal,
no one comes back from their deep sleep.
 
You will suffer, you will cry
until you become accustomed to loss,
then you'll give in
when you never see me again.
 

• 1. lit. 'the years end everything'.
• 2. what do you take with you?

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UFOs

My friend was walking on the Summer street one day
And somewhere near the fifth house, in his head he heard
A strange voice, like it was ringing true
And the voice said to him: 'There's no medicine for fate'
 
Aj-ja-ja
O-joj-joj-joj
Hej-hej-hej
Na-naj-naj-naj
 
She went to the fortune-teller, saying 'Throw the cards,
Tell me, my fairy, whom should I love and hate'
The fortune-teller told from her fingers: 'the situation's bad,
But if you forget yourself, you'll get saved'
 
Aj-ja-ja, how you believe, that's how it is
O-joj-joj-joj you'll be sure tomorrow
Hej-hej-hej, how you see is how you view
Na-naj-naj-naj, but I'm singing simply
 
UFOs landed on the edge of my yard
They're all faceless and emotionless
But in their group, there was one intellectual
And that one said to me, 'What you fear, is what you'll face'
 
Aj-ja-ja, how you believe, that's how it is
O-joj-joj-joj you'll be sure tomorrow
Hej-hej-hej, how you see is how you view
Na-naj-naj-naj, but I'm singing simply
 
Three Mercedes stopped, not nice to look at
'Hey girl, where are you hitch-hiking to, maybe I could take you'
In one, silent maniac, in the other a chatty fool
The third offers a choice - the other two, or death
(Because you can always choose)
 
Aj-ja-ja, how you believe, that's how it is
O-joj-joj-joj you'll be sure tomorrow
Hej-hej-hej, how you see is how you view
Na-naj-naj-naj, but I'm singing simply
 
I know that the Internet has secret pages
The ones which let to see, what you all are dreaming about
This life isn't worth forgetting about
Where's the sky
If there was a first time, the last one will also be
 
Aj-ja-ja, how you believe, that's how it is
O-joj-joj-joj you'll be sure tomorrow
Hej-hej-hej, how you see is how you view
Na-naj-naj-naj, but I'm singing simply
Na-naj-naj-naj, but I'm singing simply
But I'm singing simply
But I'm singing simply
...simply...
...simply...
...badly...
...badly...
...badly...
 

Poričem (Poglavlje 5: Žal)

Tiri, tiri, tiri, ay
Ay, ay ya, ya ya ay
 
Ay, spolja se smejem
A iznutra plačem
Spolja se smejem
A iznutra plačem
 
Koliko god tugovala
I više tugovala
Od ove moje patnje
Leka nema
Spolja se smejem
A iznutra plačem
 
Poput njega, poričem
Poput njega, poričem
Oh, poričem
Poričem sebe
Poput njega, poričem
Poput njega, poričem
Oh, ay, ay, pogledaj me sad
Poznavala sam te
 

In this new house of ours

Harmony is so beautiful
In this new house of ours
Seems like a miracle
 
This garden does not border
Only divide us from the world
While you drink with the swallows
 
Me, between fresh flowers and travel, me
I always came back
Fortunately in time
To make you the moon
What you give me
 
You are unaware of me
Without asking, you give me
We arrive where you want
 
You have something inside you
That works, that works, that works
You have something inside you
That repairs when everything seems to end
 
You always say little
Just the time of a photo
And don't move away from the rules
 
Me, between songs and travels, me
I always came back
Fortunately in time
To make you want
What you give me
 
I preferred your life
And I can make it almost mine
This you is being difficult
 
You have something inside you
That works, that works, that works
You have something inside you
That repairs when everything seems to end
 
Don't forget, don't forget
That the house is born to leave out evil
Eh, eh ..
New house to return
Don't forget, don't forget
That the house is born to start again
Eh, eh ...
Something inside you
 
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Something inside you ...
 
You have something inside you
That repairs when everything seems fine
 
Harmony is so beautiful
In this new house of ours
In this new house of ours
 

I Feel Deep Within Me

Always awaiting
Your eternal love,
I have come to know...
That I feel, deep within me,
The burning embers
From that memory, which you
Left me!
 
And thus, growing desperate,
I want to feel again
The love that you set alight,
Because you're burning me!
 
And now, I'm begging God
To drive away quickly
That memory of yours
Which hurts me so.
So I will be able to love fully
Without bitter memories
And see how the day
Turns into night...
 
And thus, growing desperate,
I want to feel again
The love that you set alight,
Because you're burning me!
 
And now, I'm begging God
To drive away quickly
That memory of yours
Which hurts me so.
So I will be able to love fully
Without bitter memories
And see how the day
Turns into night...
 
And see how the day
Turns into night...
 

Now you

Today I get tangled with your mouth
And my name knows only you
Surrounded by your things
The garden from yesterday has become so hostile
And it rains yes and here
It's not April anymore
And I don't know anymore, you are so individual
 
You entangle me in the body
And the silence sleeps next to me
Our bed is a desert
Winter painted us cold and gray
And only here
I don't know follow
Because without you
My heart won't learn to live
 
And now you
You come to steal from me half of our dreams
And it's you, only you
That love that I carry so deep inside
 
And now you
You come to take half of our kisses
And it's you, only you
Half of my universe
And now you go
 
You get tangled in my clothes
And the smell of a such happy time
Become the defeat
To know that there is nothing left to say
Survive, one more day
Why suffer
If I already understood that you are not here anymore
 
Today you get tangled in my chest
And in the breakwater fire to me
I die as time does
Drawing a horizont to follow
The heart is not going to beat
Without me of you, nor you of me
We won't exist
 
And now you
You come to steal from me half of our dreams
And it's you, only you
That love that I carry so deep inside
And now you
You come to take half of our kisses
And it's you, only you
Half of my universe
And now you go
And now you go
And now you go, you go
 
And now you
You come to steal from me half of our dreams
And it's you, only you
That love that I carry so deep inside
 
And now you
You come to take half of our kisses
And it's you, only you
Half of my universe
 
And now you
And now you
It's you, only you
And now you
And now you
You go
Now you
And now you
You go
 
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Midsummer
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Opera
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Orgasm
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Next To Whom

Next to whom,
to whom, will I live—
now that you tell me that
you no longer love me?
 
Next to whom,
to whom, will I live—
to whom will I give all of the love
that I gave to you?
 
There is no more light in my room—
there is no more light in my life—
now that I know
that you will leave me.
 
Next to whom will I live?
To whom will I tell
the same things
that I told you?
 
Next to whom,
to whom, will I live—
to whom will I give all of the love
that I gave to you?
 
There is no more light in my room—
there is no more light in my life—
now that I know
that I will miss you.
 
Next to whom will I live?
To whom will I tell
the same things
that I told you?
 
Now that you tell me that
you do not love me anymore,
to whom will I give all love
that I gave to you?
 
There is no more light in my room—
there is no more light in my life—
now that I know
that I will miss you.
 

This Love So Great

No, this evening,
I know it already—
this ends here, right here where
you said yes.
 
This evening—but you—
this evening, no—
do not tell me more, no—
Say nothing and search in me
for the desire to feel like myself.
 
This love so great
that gives me
emotions that
I have never experienced.
 
If I missed you this evening,
I might die—
it would be absurd not to live, I know—
to think of nothing, without you.
 
And it was always good with you—
if you go away now— I think that
I will end up going crazy.
 
This love so great
that gives me emotions that
I have never experienced.
 
If I missed you this evening,
I might die—
in this futile life,
you are the only certainty—
That is what is in me.
 

At the foot of the holy altar

At the foot of the holy altar
the virgin wept
for Jesus, her divine son
and contemplated his passion.
 
In her saintly cry
she called out and said: Oh, my Jesus!
what will I do all alone on this hill,
who will lower you from the cross?
 
Now the Divine Father has died
and she begins to lament:
on this bitter path
none shall accompany him.
 
Kneeling at the foot of the cross
she raised her eyes and saw him,
oh, my God, oh my Jesus!
what will I cover you with?
 
Oh, Jesus, Son of my soul,
oh me, oh alas for me!
I also have no tomb
for which to bury you in.
 

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Marriage

December has fit the sun in a buttonhole
The sky has tender blue laughs
It's a party that is already going to begin
Congratulations that seem within the reach of everyone
A border of lace, a row of little girls
And the rice, the flowers
The bride appears, an envy that flourishes in our hearts
Marriage
Spring is in the air
And caught winter with his charm
Marriage
With children all around
We must toast before we cry
and they leave happy, looking for the path of love
blessed to be for each other
They meet reality, only skin over the soul
They become disenchanted of dreams, if they fall and rise
What is left or that live?
That's where laughs are no longer smiles
and the pain bites
Marriage
Spring that already happened
And this cold today, no more congradulations
Marriage
gave us beautiful children
But you and i are two lonlinesses
Marriage
You have to overcome winter
and be reborn by tenderness
Marriage
You have to overcome winter
and be reborn by tenderness
 

All leaves belong to the wind

Versions: #2
Take good care of the child
Take good care of his mind
Give him sun of summer
Give him womb of white
Give him warm milk from your body
 
All leaves belong to the wind
because it moves them even in death
All leaves belong to the wind
except the light of the sun
 
Now that you've made a child
Change your mind already
Protect him from drugs
Don't ever rebuke him
Give him the golden fountain of your sex
 

Ne idi krotko u tu dobru noć

Ne idi krotko u tu dobru noć,
Starost neka žustro,čeka dana kraj
Bes,bes,kad u smrt svetlosti valja poć.
 
Iako mudrac zna,da mrak mora doć
Kad munju reč mu ne rascepi,taj
Ne idi krotko u tu dobru noć
Bes,bes,kad u smrt svetlosti valja poć
 
Dobri ljudi,zadnjim gestom,od svetlosti ječe,
Njihova krhka dela nestaju dok u očaj tonu
Bes,bes,kad u smrt svetlosti valja poć
 
Avanturisti koji su uhvatili i opevali sunce na krilima
Nauče,mada kasno,da tuga u smiraj sam dolazi,
ne idu krotko u tu dobru noć.
 
Samrtnika,pred kraj,zaslepljujuje sve što se kreće
Slepe oči zablistaju sretno k`o meteora sjaj,
Bes,bes,kad u smrt svetlosti valja poć
 
A ti, oče moj,čiji se duh u tužnim visinama kreće,
Proklinji me, blagoslovi me,
hladnu mi suzu molitvom daj,
Ne idi krotko u tu dobru noć
Bes,bes,kad u smrt svetlosti valja poć
 

Volim samo tebe

Predugo
Ti i ja nismo bili sami
Više ne tražim svetlost
Jer ćeš ti biti moje sunce
Jednaki smo ovde
Odlučni da budemo slobodni
 
Samo mi pričaj
Ako ne pronalaziš reči
Probaj: još uvek te volim
Reci čak i to
Ne bih tražio više
Jedina si
Bez razloga
Volim samo tebe
 
I znao sam, ali
Danas je dan
Koji sam čekao
Ti si briga i strpljenje
Sanjao sam o nama oduvek
Isti smo, da
Odlučni da budemo slobodni
 
Samo me prati
Ako ne pronalaziš reči
Probaj: još uvek te volim
Reci čak i to
Ne bih tražio više
Jedina si
Bez razloga
Volim samo tebe
 
Probaj: još uvek te volim
Reci čak i to
Ne bih tražio više
Jedina si
Bez razloga
Volim samo tebe
 
Ovo je jedini trenutak
kada ću biti sam
 

Where Could She Be

Oh I'm suffering I don't know what I'm going to do
Oh I'm suffering I don't know what I'm going to do
My woman has left me and I can't see
My woman has left me and I can't see her
 
Where could she be, my sweet woman
Where could she be, my sweet woman
Oh my friend if you see her, tell her I want to see her Oh my friend if you see her, tell her I want to see her
 
I have been looking for her everywhere and I haven't been able to find her
I have been looking for her everywhere and I haven't been able to find her
Tell me bartendender if she isn't here at this bar
Tell me bartendender if she isn't here at this bar
 
Where could she be, my sweet woman
Where could she be, my sweet woman
Oh my friend if you see her, tell her I want to see her Oh my friend if you see her, tell her I want to see her
 
Where could she be, the one that taught me
how to drink, where could she be, the one that taught me how to drink,
the one who takes away the cold in the morning
the one who takes away the cold in the morinng
 
Where could she be, my sweet woman (Repeat)
Oh my friend if you see her, tell her I want to see her (Repeat)
 
Oh, what envy, porciaca
There is playing the guitar that has mambo
How handsome how cool
Take it there, take it there
 
Now I am going to drink...
Now I'm going to drink like they say rest
Now I'm going to drink like they say rest
Because my mother has left and I don't know where she is
Because my mother has left and I don't know where she is
 
Where could she be, my sweet woman (Repeat)
Oh my friend if you see her, tell her I want to see her (Repeat)
 
Even if the end of the world comes...
Even if the end of the world comes I will search without thinking
Because she is the only female who knows how to caress me
Because she is the only female who knows how to caress me
 
Where could she be, my sweet woman (Repeat)
Oh my friend if you see her, tell her I want to see her (Repeat)
 
I am leaving, I am saying goodbye...
I am leaving, I am saying goodbye, drunk with liquor
And if I don't find my mother my pressure will kill me, and if I don't find my mother my pressure will kill me
 
Repeat the chorus until the end
 

Your Prison

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My love, you're leaving, if that's what you want what can I do?
your vanity doesn't let you understand
that in poverty we know how to love
 
I want to cry and it destroys me that you feel that way
especially now that I'll be without you
it hurts me to know what you will suffer
 
Just remember nobody's perfect and you'll find that out
more than a thousand better things you will have
but sincere love, never
go on forgetting what today you leave behind and will exchange
for the affair that you shall find
will be your prison and you'll never get out
 
I want to cry and it destroys me that you feel that way
especially now that I'll be without you
it hurts me to know what you will suffer
 
Just remember nobody's perfect and you'll find that out
more than a thousand better things you will have
but sincere love, never
go on forgetting what today you leave behind and will exchange
for the affair that you shall find
will be your prison and you'll never get out
 

Suncokret

[Uvod: Swae Lee]
Ajj, ajj, ajj, ajj (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
Ajj, ajj
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 
[Verzija 1: Swae Lee]
Nepotrebno je reći, držim je pod kontrolom
Ona je bila skroz loša-loša, ipak (Da)
Sada smo kvit, bebo, ja sam olupina (Olupina)
Sruši se na mom mestu, bebo, ti si olupina (Olupina)
Nepotrebno je reći, držim je pod kontrolom
Ona je bila skroz loša-loša, ipak
Sada smo kvit, bebo, ja sam olupina
Sruši se na mom mestu, bebo, ti si olupina
Mislim na loš način, izgubio sam tvoj stisak
Vrisak na mom licu, bebo, ne putuj
Neko je uzeo veliko L, ne znam kako se to osećao
Gledam u tebe bočno, žurka se naginje
Ooh-ooh, neke stvari ti naprosto ne možeš osbiti
Ona želi da me jaše kao krstarenje i ja ne pokušavam da se izgubim
 
[Refren: Swae Lee]
Onda si ti ostala u prašini osim ako te ne zaglavim
Ti si suncokret, ja mislim da bi tvoja ljubav bila previše
Ili ćeš ostati u prašini, osim ako te ne zaglavim
Ti si suncokret, ti si suncokret
 
[Verzija 2: Post Malone]
Svaki put kad te napuštam (Ooh), ti ne olakšavaš, ne (Ne,ne)
Voleo bih da mogu da budem tu za tebe (Ooh), daj mi razlog za odlazak (Za)
Svaki put kada hodam napolju (oh), mogu čuti da mi kažeš da se okrenem (Oh,oh)
Bori se za moje poverenje i nećeš se vratiti dole (Ne)
Čak i ako mi imamo rizik odmah, oh (Sada)
Ja znam da si uplašena od nepoznatoga (-Poznato)
Ti ne želiš biti sama (sama)
Ja znam da ću uvek doći i otići (I otići)
Ali to je van moje kontrole
 
[Refren: Post Malone]
I ti si ostala u prašini, osim ako te ne zaglavim
Ti si suncokret, ja mislim da bi tvoja ljubav bila previše
Ili ćeš ostati u prašini, osim ako te ne zaglavim
Ti si suncokret, ti si suncokret
 

Helen of Troy

The neighbourhood can't hold us
We must set sail
What was this sudden thing
Who would expect it..
She was married,
Helen of Troy.
 
They will pay dearly for it
No more jokes.
They will beg and apologise,
We'll see what it means..
The damned
Helen of Troy.
 
Doesn't matter if everyone knows
That she went of her own free will.
We, like kins and insulted lovers,
Will insist
Poor Helen of Troy
Didn't want to.
 

What´s The World Coming To?

What´s the world coming to?
If teeth should only be white
And murders are also in children´s books
What´s the world coming to?
 
Wisdom doesn´t rise with age
We´re always dependent on somebody
We´re falling asleep only thanks to pills
What to do with a soul of a man?
 
Freedom is crying
Because we´re under the rule of the world and its technologies
They´re battling with us, they want our time
There are securities in parks, moral problems
And more hurry than fresh oxygen
We´re like empty shells, like empty shells
 
There´s signal upon our heads
People are serving some strange gods
Women are becoming men
And they´re conquering fortresses
 
We´re arguing about stupid things
We´re hurting ourselves deeply
Somebody took our thoughts
And wants to rule the world
 
Freedom is crying
Because we´re under the rule of the world and its technologies
They´re battling with us, they want our time
There are securities in parks, moral problems
And more hurry than fresh oxygen
We´re like empty shells, like empty shells
 

As a Human, I'm Quite Warped

Warped, warped, warped, warped
Warped, warped, warped, warped
Warped, warped, warped, warped
Warped, warped, warped, warped
 
I was watching the TV late at night
I had nothing to do so I was just watching it absent-mindedly
Flipping through channels, successful people were getting recognition
That person isn't warped at all... how wonderful*
 
'How boring,' I thought and turned it off
Better go to sleep, I have work from tomorrow on
 
Unable to go to sleep, I flipped through some comics
A gravure idol was smiling at me**
That athlete is just my type.
Those sorts aren't warped at all... how wonderful
 
I get it, the reason I'm not rewarded
Is because, as a person, I'm quite warped
 
So sit up properly! Already,
I'm warping, warping, warping away
Make it so I can't tell why I'm trembling!
Slipping away! I'm already a warped human
But if you are here, I can change?
Just realize that I am here
 
Think of the warping as a surge
Won't this warping change the world as well?
I feel people can't help but notice me
Even if now they can only see me trembling
 
Alright, I get it, the reason I'm not rewarded
Is because, as a person, I'm quite warped
 
Ah, I get it, the reason I'm trembling
Is because I don't have anyone to support me
 
I'm sitting up! Already,
We're warping, warping, warping away
Make it so I can't tell why I'm trembling!
Slipping away! I'm already a warped human
But if I meet you, I can change?
Just realize that I am here
 

Marie-Antoinette

She holds the last king of France
stubbornly1 to her heart2.
She says again how much she loves him,
and that he has to survive her absence
and harbour no thought of revenge.
And her guards already drag her away.
 
She would want to leave it up to God,
but where is God right now?
She says: 'you can cut my hair,
but please take care of my child'
 
She walks obediently,
remembering the dance steps
in her queenly finery.
She retained that elegance
that would grant the court of France
its European insolence.
 
She hears the shouts of the crowd
and the insults of the innocents3
She hears the drums rolling
and the belfry of St Vincent.
 
Soldiers, hats off.
The queen walks to the scaffold.
Soldiers, this is one death too many.
Which republic is without its faults?
 
She thinks of the former king of France,
of her nice childhood years
in an Austrian province.
And, as the cart comes forth,
she takes her allotted place
next to a Gypsy girl4
 
She would want to leave it up to God,
but God is never where He should be.
She refuses to lower her eyes
in front of the executioner's hood5.
 
Soldiers, hats off.
The queen walks to the scaffold.
Soldiers, this is one death too many.
Which republic is without its faults?
 
She no longer knows what she's thinking about.
Everything changes dramatically6 as something obvious7
She seems to hear the noise of chains,
and in a silent whisper,
deep inside everyone's consciousnesses
everybody wonders: 'why the queen?'8
 

• 1. lit. 'insistently', but that doesn't really make sense in French either
• 2. it's about Louis XVII, a 8 years old child who would eventually die in prison two years later.
• 3. ??? sounds like 'innocent' is meant as 'feeble-minded' here. Or maybe the people that are not to blame for her execution?
• 4. I suppose that's a wink to Esmeralda, though I wonder what Notre-Dame de Paris has to do with the French revolution. In reality she was accompanied by a priest.
• 5. this is purely apocryphal. As the story goes, she inadvertently stepped on the executioner's toes and her last words were 'I beg your pardon, Mister. I did not do it on purpose'
• 6. the verb also means 'topple over'. It's obviously a kind of play on both meanings. Not a very good one, in my opinion.
• 7. I don't know what they mean by that
• 8. Though the crowd indeed remained silent after her death, Marie-Antoinette was a symbol of all that was wrong with the nobility. Living in an indecent luxury, oblivious to the needs of her people, playing the shepherdess with her courtesans while children starved in the streets around her palace. I very doubt many commoners questioned the reasons for her execution.

Terror, citizen

Terror1, citizen
I can see it dance in your hands
I can feel it clearly, going along
with all these heads in your basket.
 
Terror, citizen,
I can see it coming tomorrow,
along with the taste of others' blood.
Who's next? Who's to blame?
 
Terror, citizen,
from the Vendée2 to Saint Germain3
I can see it being thrown like a stone
by Robespierre's hand.
 
Terror
Terror
Terror, citizen
 
Terror, citizen
I stand alongside it every morning,
in the eyes of the temple child4
they locked up to make an example.
 
Terror, citizen,
that's where it comes from. It came a long way.
It can put me on its list,
even though I'm no royalist.
 
Terror, citizen,
from the Montagnards to the Girondins5,
torn apart by a convention
that is no longer the revolution.
 
Terror
Terror
Terror, citizen
 
Oh, oh, Terror
Terror
Terror,
it's such an error, citizen.
 
Oh, oh, Terror
Terror
Terror,
it's such an error, citizen.
 
Terror is such an error, citizen.
 

• 1. 'la Terreur' is the name of a period after French revolution when many members of the nobility and alleged royalists were summarily executed, using the infamous guillotine
• 2. a region of France where a bloody civil war erupted after the revolution
• 3. I don't recall the city played any significant role during the revolution. Maybe an allusion to the ?
• 4. It's about Louis XVII, infant heir to the throne, detained in the Temple prison where he would die in 1795
• 5. the two main political factions in the newly formed parliament which was called the 'convention'. Many of its members would meet their end to the guillotine during the ferocious political struggles that followed the revolution

Disenchantment

We dreamed so much of being free,
of being free
before we became rebels.
 
We dreamed so much of being immobile1,
of being immobile
before we became emigrants.
 
We all loved the same France,
the same childhood,
before we made mistakes.
 
It wavers at the end of courage
on the flag of the revolutions.
It has made nobody dream,
the disenchantment.
It dwells in the hearts of men,
as the bereavement of their imagination.
It spared no one,
the disenchantment.
 
We always dreamed of always following
of always following
a wind of liberty.
 
We dreamed so much of writing the book
of writing the book
of a forgotten story.
 
We fought
for offences,
for differences2
that brought us closer.
 
It wavers at the end of courage
on the flag of the revolutions.
It has made nobody dream,
the disenchantment.
It dwells in the hearts of men,
as the bereavement of their imagination.
It spared no one,
the disenchantment.
 
This dagger in the heart
that dares not speak its name3
and kills happiness
by saying 'no' to you.
 
It wavers at the end of courage
on the flag of the revolutions.
It has made nobody dream,
the disenchantment.
It dwells in the hearts of men,
as the bereavement of their imagination.
It spared no one,
the disenchantment. (x3)
 

• 1. being immobile is not really something people dream of, for all I know. No idea what he means by that
• 2. again this PC synonym of 'diversity'. It doesn't really mean anything here
• 3. another cliché for 'hidden' or 'covert' or 'deceptive' that has no real meaning here

Secret love

Dance with me
Dance with me
Night covers us like a sheet
Nobody will see you here,
entrapped in my arms.
 
Play with me
Play with me
I'm the mouse, you're the cat.
Do whatever you please with me.
As the song goes, it'll be alright1
 
And what if secret love
was indeed true love?
No living witnesses,
only trees and wind.
 
When hidden love(rs)
can't get close, doesn't that
make vows written in chalk
even truer?2
 
And what if secret love
was indeed true love?
No living witnesses,
only trees and wind.
 
Dance with me
Dance with me
What we're doing together is neither the business
of narrow-minded persons3 or the law
This fight is ours alone4
 
Carry me away
Carry me away
Just like in the delta of a river,
what is me
and what is you
mix up but don't unite5
 
And what if secret love
was indeed true love?
No living witnesses,
only trees and wind.
 
When hidden love(rs)
can't get close, doesn't that
make vows written in chalk
even truer?
 
And what if secret love...
 
When hidden love(rs)
can't get close, doesn't that
make vows written in chalk
even truer?
 
And what if secret love
was indeed true love?
No living witnesses,
only trees and wind.
 

• 1. that's a rather anachronic pun. 'ça ira' means 'it'll be alright' in modern French, but the he refers to rather says 'That will happen for sure, all the aristocrats will be hung'
• 2. that's arguably nice-looking gibberish in French too
• 3. 'bien-pensant' is also a trendy modern term, it really sounds out of place in a 18th century story
• 4. what fight? Are they making love or war?
• 5. another bit of abstruse French

France

With its villages and castles,
its grey houses by the waterside,
I know very well what people do there1.
 
With its fears and angers,
its revolutionary ideas,
I know it better than you'd think.
 
With its belfries and churches
and customs. Whatever they say,
it still harbours a desire for insolence2
 
Though I might have offended it at some point,
it is like an heartache
that makes me quietly cry.
 
France, France
is like the shadow of a cross under Provence's sky.
France
is keeping faith while all bets are off3.
 
With its romantic gardens4,
its fishing harbours on the Atlantic,
I know its diversity5.
 
With all its craftsman trades,
stonecutters or peasants,
it's been moving forth for 2000 years.
 
With its immortal provinces,
the cherished child of the Sun King6
I know his descendants well.
 
With its words of liberty,
equality, fraternity
which never occurred to me.
 
France, France
is to believe until the end, until the last chance.
France
is to keep our childhood memories inside of us7
 
France, France,
it remains my country, from yesterday to today.
France,
with all its colours, remains in my heart.
 

• 1. lit. 'the way they dance there', but the idea is rather 'what's going on there'
• 2. that sounds pretty bad in French too, like corporate or media waffle
• 3. more precisely: when the result is inevitable
• 4. actually the 'romantic' movement didn't exist at the time, it was an invention of the triumphant bourgeois social class that would bloom in the mid-19th century
• 5. 'différence' is a trendy politically correct word for 'diversity'
• 6. a common nickname for Louis XIV, a most prestigious king of France who ruled with great pomp for 70 years until early 18th century
• 7. what a lot of hot air...

You think of her

You think of her
better1 than of the comeback of the swallows
You think of her
like a priest to his parish
You think of her
like a dog in front of its bowl.
You think of her
 
Speak no more.
I recall her yesterday morning
Speak no more,
or beauty is worthless2
Speak no more.
I can hear horses in the dist3
Speak no more.
 
She will make you
swear Judas' oath.
She will carry you
all around the world in her arms.
She will leave you
on the corner of a bed, your heart spread-eagled4.
She will forget about you.
 
Speak no more.
Love is killing me in this garden.
Speak no more.
Living without her is a grief.
Speak no more.
Dying every day
is my fate.
Speak no more.
 
You think of her
 
I recall her yesterday morning
Speak no more (you think of her)
or beauty is worthless (you think of her)
I can hear horses in the distance
Speak no more (you think of her)
 
Speak no more.
Love is killing me in this garden (she will forget about you).
Speak no more.
Living without her is a grief (she will forget about you).
Speak no more.
Dying every day (she will forget about you)
is my fate.
 
She will forget about you.
 
Speak no more.
 
You think of her.
 

• 1. sounds odd in French too
• 2. ??? as if speaking would make beauty worthless ???
• 3. ...ance. 'loin' is an adjective meaning 'far'. Correct French would use the noun 'lointain' (far distance)
• 4. 'en croix' is usually said of the arms forming a cross with the body, equivalent to the spread-eagle posture. It could also evoke a crucified heart, with an effort of imagination

I love you so much

I love you just the way you are,
with all your imperfections,
with all those doubts in me.
I love you as no one has ever loved you
I love you as my inner child would.
 
I love you so much
Only in your arms,
I am capable to feel love
and there's only one reason.
 
I love you, that's all I know.
I love you so much.
I look for you in the dark shadows of my bedroom
and I dream I have your heart.
 
I know I'm just a coin
which goes from hand to hand,
without a place to belong
but my madness goes beyond,
to extend my wings and fly away.
 
I love you so much
Only in your arms,
I am capable to feel love
and there's only one reason.
 
I love you, that's all I know.
I love you so much.
I look for you in the dark shadows of my bedroom
and I dream I have your heart.
 
I love you, that's all I know.
I love you so much.
I look for you in the dark shadows of my bedroom
and I dream I have your heart.
 

Tales of the vacant moon

Living hope
That the blood tames
It comes from outer space
And it makes of our arms
A shelter
That can keep
The victory of the bright emotion
Overcoming all fear
Hand in hand in the street
In a fate of light and love
Come now
There is not much time left
Come with your steady pace
And the face of a child
We have seen far too much evil
Look
We can always live in peace
In due time
Much to be done for the sake of us
We will get through
But we must never forget
Somebody else
That is coming
Plain and innocent to judge us
Lost
The enlightened children
Heirs of the soil
 
Planted soil
Not the ruins of a chaos
Diamonds and crystals
Are not worth such power
Moonlit tales
Or the history of mankind
Vacant moon rises to play
And send your signs
What will befall us
lf we're tired
Of the truth
Of the love
Living hope
That a hand can reach
Come with your steady pace
The face of a child
We have seen far too much evil.