Резултати претраге

I Like The Way You Walk

You know, when you were passing by, I was standing here
Crazy four minutes [of my life],
Then I took out of my pocket and opened up
My sauce-stained wings
And on them, I wrote the latest news
About you not being actual g-d
And your sins cannot be shared for both.
You're a bit cold, but usually
Such as you love coffee, and I love tea.
 
But I love the way you walk,
I love the way you walk (3x)
 
You know, four minutes are more than
Enough for a rebirth,
But then there is no more.
Just when you disappeared behind a wall,
I suddenly realized that behind someone's back
You're just the same.
I suspect that you a simple name,
I cannot ever become her,
You wheeze when you talk and such as you usually
Sing along to jazz, but I, I prefer something different.
 
And I love the way you walk,
I love the way you walk (3x)
 
Four minutes will not become an eternity,
But that is not the point, actually.
 
I just love the way you walk,
I love the way you walk (3x)
 

An Excellent Storyteller

Verse1:
 
The walls are moved, moved,
Oh, moved like pinnacles,
But I'd like to do to it all,
All differently.
To burn at least one candle per day,
To eat more at night,
To get into your head, into a head,
Get up, sit down, get up once again,
Quietly to the right, or loudly ask:
Why did you grow old?
Why are you so worn out?
 
Chorus
 
You see, see, I just
Am an excellent storyteller.
Don't cry.
Even those who skillfully
Walked on the water
Then spat on salt,
And you're on the shore, as a minimum,
In your closet are moths.
 
Look, look,
We're similar, we both
Have pain.
Look, look,
We're similar, we
Have pain.
Look, Look.
 
Verse 2:
 
Walls are moved, moved,
Voices are pulsating there.
It's like in that flow
Where on the third step
Cliff is no longer seen.
All of your stems
Can be made into columns.
And there [you can] finally grow old,
And there [you can] finally get worn out.
 
Chorus
 

About An Author

If this distance could have been built
Between two days in such a way
To be able to withstand
[The transition] from [official] You to the [casual] you
And not lose your senses.
 
Even yesterday, even yesterday
One author, one
Author, author
A poor one, poor
 
[His] voice was cold, blue nose fell ?
And across the half of [his] face
My friend, why didn't you say anything
[During] the half of a century?
 
Too-too-too, [he] thought once, 'I'll move mountains!'
And stopped building,
Too-too-too, spread ointment on these fates
And apply your sweat on blisters.
 
People, teach him to play on his ribs
And to make the heart fit into a fist,
He [took] your forks and letters ?
Help [him] carry [those]
Show some mercy
 

[I Am] Falling Apart

1
I'd want it in such a way, or at least so:
To read the contents, simplify the fact
[That] we're invisible, unrecognized,
We're unnamed but are called names.
Judge me, light [it] up,
Plant in the garden and say, 'Stay'
You've walked [the Earth] enough, now grow
With [your] feet in darkness and [your] head in heaven.
 
I am little and I believe.
I am staling.
 
Chorus
You see, I am barely breathing.
You see, I am falling apart.
All that was asleep and was dreamed of
Will now come true.
 
2
We won't make it on time, it says,
'Until 6, be concise'
To be a drop, to be a stone,
To be Cain, to be Abel,
So many images, so much shame:
First ones are dressed, others are undressed,
Judge me, light [it] up,
Plant in the garden and say...
 
I am little and I believe
I am staling
 
Chorus
 

Rumba

This winter I'll shovel the snow
Secretly away from everyone else,
I'll hide behind my n-numbered lock
And will become my own doorman.
This winter, I will shovel snow
From the roofs hit by the weight,
It seems strange to the sleepy cats
Because their backs did not hurt from this snow.
 
Chprus
Na-na-na-na-na,
Where did originate rumba?
Bartender, refill!
 
This winter I'll shovel the snow
Secretly from all of their
Eyes, rules, and views.
This snow I'll shovel snow
From mornings to evenings
In the sweat of my young forehead.
 
Chorus
 
Rumba songs are being played, someone is being sad,
My flowerbed, my Cuba.
Somebody's bruises are being warmed up by a fur coat,
And I, actually, my two teeth
[Of] wisdom.
My rumba swims from walls to walls,
Sad nightstand,
Bartender, refill!
 

Little boy

The little boy who doesn't talk,
Your eye is screaming,
You'll go to heaven and pass it well,
Because you are mute and don't talk.
 
Little boy, are you here?
Are you there?
I would like you to stand up,
My dream is so beautiful,
And your mom is grey-haired.
 
People are into thoughts,
People-gardens, people-statues,
We would lie down, you would stand up,
People-poems know more.
 
Little boy,
Say, what is my syndrome?
Say as it is, say true,
When will I be half-dead?
Little boy, are you here?
You are?
Your body rots.
And I have the first flight to the USA
It seems like the soul rots a bit.
 

The Wolf

Don't slow down your pace
You're being followed by an old lone
Wolf
He reads off your back
You turn into fanciful shadows
On the wall
No way!
 
Chorus:
A heart at its full is not fully visible
There may be some smeared spots at times
The lungs are full, off with your spacesuits
We are forward bound!
 
Don't turn your head sideways, left or right
While the wolf is behind you
You have no right to breathe
You and your own self are the only eyewitnesses
Unless a taxi turns up out of nowhere to your rescue
Ah...Ah...
The dark and lone spirit
Is he a foe or a friend to you?
Uh...Uh..
 
Chorus:
A heart at its full is not fully visible
There may be some smeared spots at times
The lungs are full, off with your spacesuits
We are forward bound!
 
Don't turn your head sideways, left or right
While the wolf is behind you
 

Requiem

I can no longer do this...
Hoping for God's
Lack of sight.
It's as if you're here, as if you're here...
 
I can no longer do this...
Looking for you in every person...
 
I will forget you... But when?
If my love
Is stronger than death,
Is more alive than the water that gives life.
I will forget you... But when?
If my love
Is stronger than death,
Is more alive than the water that gives life.
If my love
Is stronger than death,
Is more alive than the water that gives life.
 
I've already learned [to hide] a bit,
And they almost can't see it anymore.
But still...
 
I will forget you... But when?
If my love
Is stronger than death,
Is more alive than the water that gives life.
I will forget you... But when?
If my love
Is stronger than death,
Is more alive than the water that gives life.
 
If my love
Is stronger than death,
Is more alive than the water that gives life.
If my love
Is stronger than death,
Is more alive than the water that gives life.
 

I have no home

The crux of the matter is that
I don’t have a home,
And by the rules of common decency,
As if by the rule of good belt (force),
I will remember the tribe I am from,
Will remember the town I’m from.
I’m waiting for my Grammy,
It’s just that I have nowhere to sit down
to write my speech.
I don’t have a home...
 
People are so, people are so..
For the hundredth time
To their concrete hive cells!
Where else
could they hide, whither,
First and second class people?
People are so, people are so..
By the hundreds
In tandems with their high rises,
From third, from seventh (floor)
With the hertz (of their heartbeats)
Filling everything
with sense.
 
The crux of the matter is that
I have no home.
Now
I have never (given) nothing, to no one -
You’re the first one with whom I shared my drink
and more...
but after all,
but in the end,
If I did have a home,
I’d leave it to people, I’d leave it to cats,
I’d fool everyone, I don’t like the corners!..
 
People are so..
 

Promise me

How long can you talk, how long can you amuse the words?
They're not children!
Grass is fighting its way through concrete slabs and screaming
'I'm alive!'.
Give it a hand, share the light, give it some water!
I've seen, I've understood the sign:
It's the opposite and it's not like that,
Even you!
 
Promise me, promise me
That lights will always be on in your window.
Promise me, even if it won't come true,
That 'tomorrow' will immediately and inexorably happen!
Promise me...
 
Now they will shut off the water and again I won't have time to rinse the sin,
Yesterday's sin.
 
This world is stuff and stuff is sick!
And you're already here, in that choir!
Follow the sound of my voice,
Follow the sound of my voice...