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My land

How sad and how bitter it is
To sit down watching all things
All the words that can do nothing
If I kill myself, I throw away that little bit of freedom
That this land, these people one day will have to give me
 
My land, my land
How beautiful it is to think of it
My land, my land,
How beautiful it is to watch it
It is not true, it is not always the same
Every day it can change.
Today is straight, tomorrow is wrong
And this life goes away
 
The old women go to church
With the crown to pray
And the fear of this death
Which doesn't want to leave us
 
My land, my land
You are full of freedom
My land, my land
I now feel the freedom
 

Les moments

Je ne sortirai plus à la recherche de l'amour jusqu'à ne apprendre à m'aimer comme il le faut, je vais mettre un cadenas et une clé à mon cœur et je laisserait. passer premièrement celui qui sache le démontrer.
Je vais cesser d'être si bon , ne plus me confier
Y valoriser celui qui montre un amour sincère
Ne plus désirer qu'ils me disent je t'aime parce que cela ne se décidé pas y m'empêche de voler de nouveau.
Donc je laisse de côté le mal,
Que mieux on vit quand tu simplifies,
Que s'aimer es une chose de deux mais c'est bon, si tu ne veux plus être dans ma vie alors va-t-en fille.
Aujourd'hui je ne veux plus de poésie négatives parce que la musique ne me fait pas me sentir seul
Et se sais maintenant que la vie va me sourire et que je suis en train de le faire bien si je m'écris une belle chanson et que je pleure.
Si l'amour nous échappe des doigts cela suffit de de le soutenir avec les remède de quelqu'un peut-être.
Qui est aussi fortement sincère à quoi bon ce je suis désolé si tu ne ressens pas que m'as fait mal ?
Dès fois ce qui est juste peut aussi t'offencé, mieux s'en aller à temps que le temps s'en aille et...
Aujourd'hui je vais me concentrer sur l'essentiel, le bonheur se choisit si on règle par moments.
Et si la vie est un mystère je préfère la vivre que de la résoudre.
Je ne prends pas tellement au sérieux les problèmes je trouve toujours des solutions pour réussir à les vaincres
Bien que l'amour nos rend libres, quand tu te serre, pour aimer celui qui te regarde
Et fais que ton monde tourne, il n'arrête pas de pleuvoir la grêle et?
 
Quelques fois ça fait mal et autres fois ça guéri
Que grandir c'est apprendre aussi que le bien s'achève, valorise celui qui reste et t'aime en biens et males
Que les amours qui vont et viennent ont des heures comptées.
 
Écoute-moi jusqu'à l'aube, quand se décline l'âme,
Quand le cœur ne supporte plus son poids, je serai en train de t'écrire du rap jusqu'aux beaucoup, comment ne pas choisir celui qui me calme et qui me sauve ?
Si l'amour nous échappe d'entre les doigts il suffit de le soutenir avec les remèdes de quelqu'un peut-être. Qui est aussi courageux que sincères
 

Thank You, Hot Sun

Thank you, hot sun, for reawakening me.
While I dreamed—I dreamed of her,
she left—she went far away.
 
I was dozing on the sand
and I did not feel—I no longer felt
her hand in my hand.
 
Now it's enough to look at her in order to forget that dream—
to know that she loves me—
and loves me—only me.
 
Thank you, hot sun, for reawakening me
and thanks to you because I have understood
why I now know how much I love her.
Thank you, hot sun.
Thanks to you.
 

Darkness

Darkness descended on me
ever since you are no longer mine.
You no longer smile at me.
You no longer come back.
Why?
 
Darkness descended on me
ever since you are no longer mine.
You no longer smile at me.
You no longer come back.
Why?
 
Darkness!
 

For OneTime Only

I know who you are,
and I know that it is not easy for you to change this life
of superb naivety.
You are like the sea that caresses you and then carries you away
into its immensity—
into its immensity—
into its immensity.
 
Knocking on your door is a hope that remains just because
you are a prisoner of yourself—
prisoner of yourself—
of yourself—
of yourself.
 
But then, why, for one time only,
all that which you loved, you gave to me?
And today as I cry all of my tears,
you do nothing but tell me no—
tell me no—
tell me no.
 
Dressed like a white angel belonging to someone else,
certainly you will say yes.
But then you will realize that there will never be
another love like this.
 

Thinking About What You Are

I—when I think of your eyes
that won my day,
I feel something inside,
and if I lived for a hundred years,
it would make me die.
Love, love, love, love, love.
 
But when I think about what you are,
about what you invent with every moment,
I feel something inside,
and if I lived for a hundred years,
it would make me die—
and retrace the road
that leads me to you.
 
~~~~~
 
I feel something inside,
and if I lived for a hundred years,
it would make me die.
Love, love, love, love, love.
 
But when I think about what you are,
about what you invent with every moment,
I feel something inside,
and if I lived for a hundred years,
it would make me die—
and retrace the road
that leads me to you—
that leads me to you.
 
Love, love, love, love, love.
 
Love, love, love, love, love.
 

I Cry

I cry, my soul, I cry because
you are not here with me.
Where are you, love?
Who are you with, love?
Come back to me, my love.
 
I cry because I would like to give you back
as much pain as you gave to me.
But I no longer know how to love
without remembering what you—
you have been for me.
 
Even the air I breathe knows about you—
only about you—from me
 
I cry but I know that one day
you no longer will be able to stay away from me.
I will find you—and I will love you
ever more, ever more, ever more.
 
Even the air I breathe knows about you—
only about you—from me
 
I cry but I know that one day
you no longer will be able to stay away from me.
I will find you—and I will love you
ever more, ever more, ever more.
 
Ever more ...
 

The Voice That Sang

Tomorrow is a holiday and you're not here.
I will dress the children and go down to the village,
and I will remember when a voice sang in the house—
windows wide open and the sun coming in.
 
In the morning I dressed
and you greeted me by saying 'he waited for you.'
 
Bye, dad—bye, love.
Bye, dad—bye, love.
 
We laughed—we dreamed we were happy.
How much I loved you.
 
I look at the room and you are not there.
I will dream of the moments that will never come back.
I will remember when a voice sang in the house—
windows wide open and the sun coming in.
 
In the morning I dressed
and you greeted me by saying 'he waited for you.'
 
We laughed—we dreamed we were happy.
How much I loved you.
 
Bye, dad—bye, dad—bye, love.
Bye, dad—bye, dad—bye, love.
 

My Images

Thoughts that rain down around the things
that come to mind together with you—
images placed there in front of the sun
like clouds in the sky.
 
Just like a cry, I am weeping
and I know that I will cry for you—
for you who go away—
for you who go away.
 
Thoughts whispered by your lips—
thoughts that become words—
those only words that you will not speak to me:
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
 
Just like a cry, I am weeping
and I know that I will cry for you—
for you who go away—
for you who go away.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I remember your hair on the pillow—
your room painted pink.
I remember your loose hair in the wind.
 

Fruit of the Sea

Fruit of the sea out of the water—
one summer day, the sea erases
the footprints in the sand as you come searching for me.
 
Then I look at you and you stop next to me
and we don't speak. No, we do not speak.
We take one another by the hand
and alone—alone—we go far, far away.
 
Fruit of the sea on the hot sand—
I squeeze you in my arms.
You are a fruit of the sea.
 
~~~~~
 
We take each other by the hand
and alone—alone—we go far—far, far away.
 
Fruit of the sea on the hot sand—
I squeeze you in my arms.
You are a fruit of the sea—
you are a fruit of the sea—
fruit of the sea.
 

Listen, My God

Please listen to the voice
of those who have faith in you, oh my God.
The fury of a sea breaks in the heart
of a sea of love because
she has gone away from me—
leaving me alone to cry in my sorrow.
 
My God—hidden in a cloud—
I saw her running away from me.
Listen to me in the dark without sun.
I will go, I will stay, I will shout, I will search.
But let me find myself again for my mother.
Oh, oh my God, for my mother.
 
My God—hidden in a cloud—
I saw her running away from me.
Listen to me in the dark without sun.
I will go, I will stay, I will shout, I will search.
But let me find myself again for my mother.
Oh, oh my God, for my mother.
 
Oh, oh my God,
for my mother.
Oh, oh my God,
for my mother.
Oh, oh my God,
for my mother.
 

Hello

Hello—it seemed like saying to one another, I love you—
and the eyes answered, I love you.
 
Hello—even if someone else can say to you, 'hello, I love you,'
that would just be a greeting and go no further.
You know, it would be very exciting to see you again,
to tell you at that time how I love you, I love you.
 
Hello—fantastic dreams of my castles in the air—vanished—
then returning to me as in a fairy tale.
You will stay with me, you will remain
because I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love you.
 
You know, it would be very exciting to see you again,
to tell you then how I love you, I love you.
 
Hello—fantastic dreams of my castles in the air—vanished—
then returning to me as in a fairy tale.
You will stay with me, you will remain
because I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love you.
 

Tell Me, Love

Tell me, love, what will become of me—
what will I do if you go away one day?
Oh, tell me, love, what will become of me—
who, like you, can I ever love again?
 
When the sun sets—it will set—
and the moon will rise.
Tell me, love, what will become of me—
what will I do if you leave me?
 
~~~~~
 
And the moon will rise.
 
Tell me, love, what will become of me—
what will I do if you leave me?
 
Oh, tell me, love,
what will become of me
if you leave me? ...
 

Always, Always

Song—
you go into the dark of night—
you carry around a little of the blue
that you stole from his eyes.
 
Song—
the moon is also crying
and it rains down
so much light around me.
 
Forever will I love you.
Forever will I dream about
all of the love that
you gave to me.
I will take with me
just a little bit of you—
but the sadness is great
that you give me.
 
Words
of my happiest days—
words
that those who love will understand.
Time will pass but
will not erase
the dreams that I lived
together with you.
Always, always
will I love only you
in my life.
 
Words
of my happiest days—
words
that those who love will understand.
Time will pass but
will not erase
the dreams that I lived
with you.
Always,
always
will I love only you
in my life.
 

My Poetry

You were the one for me—
alone and only mine.
I felt only you.
I spoke only to you.
There was no wind to carry you away.
 
You were my poetry—you were my poetry.
 
A poet, a poet,
a poet I felt myself with you.
And I sang the most beautiful things—
the greatest and sweetest things for you.
 
I spoke to the moon—
I spoke to the stars—
to everything about you.
And the most beautiful dreams in the world
in the depths of your eyes—
I searched for them with you.
 
A poet, a poet,
a poet I felt myself with you,
and I sang the most beautiful things—
the greatest and sweetest things for you—
to your genius, to your genius.
 
You were a poem, my poetry...
...to your genius, to your genius.
You were a poem, my poetry—
you were a poem, my poetry—
you were a poem, my poetry...
 

Talk to Me

Talk to me!
Put into words a few drops of joy—
a few drops of crying—
and then tell me that you love me.
 
But talk to me—
put into words some dream notes—
some life notes—
and then tell me that you love me.
 
What will you tell me, what will I tell you?
It will be like the road that will show the way—
like the one you'll tell me, like the one I'll tell you—
it will be like the light of our light.
 
But talk to me—
tell me with words
that there is no other dream,
there there is no other life
beyond me—
beyond you.
No, no, there is no other dream—
there is no other life.
 

A Great Love

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A great love—
as great as the world.
You brought to me the beauty of a morning—
a smile to my eyes—
a smile that now is no longer there.
 
You were a great love—
greater than the world.
You erased with a moment of life
all of the sadness of my past
much as the dawn gives birth to a day from night.
 
You were here first—
I now pass many nights just waiting—
so many improvised verses while dreaming,
hugging a pillow in my arms—
and I see you again.
 
It was a great love,
greater than the world.
You brought to me the beauty of a morning—
a smile to my eyes—
a smile that now is no longer there.
 
You were here first—
I now pass many nights just waiting—
so many improvised verses while dreaming,
hugging a pillow in my arms—
and I see you again.
 
It was a great love—
greater than the world.
You brought to me the beauty of a morning—
a smile to my eyes—
a smile that now is no longer there.
 

The Ballad of a Better Man

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He was at the top of his class
but nobody wanted him.
Every day was something new
and he laughed at it all.
Then life stole it away
without ever giving him more than a taste.
He was satisfied with that
up until the point that he got fed up with it.
 
He wanted to pick daisies
but the fields were no longer in bloom.
There was a tangle of many vines
that already were taking over the bleak field.
He thought nothing of that—he laughed at it—
pressing forward pleased him.
He went in search of something
that he did not know but that he sensed.
 
He went in search of something
that he had inside called love.
A mouth and two black eyes
did not satisfy his thirst
for the illumination that he sought.
The net did not trap him.
Music transported him
to where nothing disturbed him—
with a drumroll that thrilled him
until he put a stop to it.
 
A daisy struck his forehead
and a red flower opened for him.
This was his reward for a life
that had earned its freedom.
 
Out of this is born a field of daisies
and together with others he will remain—
he won't have a name among so many vines—
he will not be the best but he will be a better man.
 

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.
 

Like The Violets

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The violets have bloomed again
but they have no color for me.
That warm tenderness that you
carried in your eyes—
no—it is no longer there.
 
Like the violets, you too
shall return—
with you, you will bring back
the springtime.
 
You had my life—
you had my life in your arms.
You have gone away, I do not know—
You have gone away, with whom—
from my dreams.
 
Perhaps tomorrow—who knows—you will cry—
I know—when you understand my love.
Many springtimes will bloom again—
like the violets, you too
shall return.
 
Many springtimes will bloom again—
like the violets, you too
shall return.
 
Many springtimes will bloom again—
like the violets, you too
shall return.
 

Love Story

Thank you, my love,
to have challenged
the whole world together with me—
to have tried
another life at my side—
to have been wrong
and then paid even more—
together with me.
 
Thank you because I know
that this love
will never end.
Even if the world
collapses around us,
I will not cry—
somehow I will manage
to say goodbye.
 
But telling you goodbye is not possible—
to think of you and not to smile—
to not be there in your eyes.
But no—I'm not saying goodbye
because you live in me.
We are now
the earth and the tree—
the light, the sun—I know nothing more,
I know nothing more.
 
Thank you, my love—
from this night forward,
I will only come back to you—
from your glass
I will drink as usual—
onto your pillow
I will slide my hand—
and you will be there.
 
Onto your pillow
I will slide my hand—
and you will be there.
 

little girl

little girl
on the sand tha it the desert
where the sea has deleted with a kiss your memories
 
little girl
even the sun that laughed
in love with your face
has gone along with you
 
i dont know your name
i dont know anything about you
but something of your days
that i have seen with you
has remained in your eyes
has remained in your eyes
tell me about you
 
little girl
a tear of the rain
that is falling from your face
with my cries for you
 
all those words that you told me stay like an echo
little girl
 
i dont know your name
i dont know anything about you
but something of your days
that i have seen with you
has remained in your eyes
has remained in your eyes
tell me about you
 
little girl
a tear of rain
is falling from your face
with my cries for you
all the words that you said to me stay like an echo
little girl
 

Hopelessly

Hopelessly will I love you, even if then
I will have to suffer the loss
of all good things, mine or ours—
good things such as you.
 
Stop loving you, no, never—
not even if your love brings me to tears—
in summer, love does not come right away
for those such as us.
 
But you pass by what you know is the truth that I tell you—
and then you awake and understand that life is here for you.
 
Hopelessly will I love you, even if then
I will have to suffer the loss
of all good things, mine or ours—
but I will go on living for you.
 
But you pass by what you know is the truth that I tell you—
and then you awake and understand that life is here for you.
 
Hopelessly will I love you, even if then
I will have to suffer the loss
of all beautiful things, mine or ours—
but I will go on living for you.
 

Archimedes the Pythagorean

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Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, I tell you friends,
knows how to invent the impossible—and then and then,
he always saves our heroes who get into trouble with secret formulas
known only to him.
But he gets distracted and forgets to ask for payment—
and a cent—no, no, he does not have a cent to his name.
 
Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, as we now know,
has the most electronic brain of anyone in the world.
He takes a wheel, four screws, and a bell—
then the pipe from a stove and a balloon pump—
fastening everything together with glue—and then “poof!”—
a huge flying saucer appears.
 
Where does he come from—he arrives with a “eh eh eh di”—
and with a brilliant idea that brings everyone to their feet.
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, I tell you friends,
I really wish he would come with a supersonic ray
on a visit to us here.
Using it over and over again to produce a nifty robot,
one able to move up and down and to perform work—
while we stay here all day and dance.
 
Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
Where does he come from—he arrives with a “eh eh eh di”—
and with a brilliant idea that brings everyone to their feet.
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, I tell you friends,
I really wish he would come with a supersonic ray
on a visit to us here.
Using it over and over again to produce a nifty robot,
one able to move up and down and to perform work—
while we stay here all day and dance.
 
Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
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Violins

Violins, I want to cry with you tonight—she will never return.
The room seems empty, but I want to keep things just as they always were.
 
Stars, where are you going? Why do not you speak to me anymore?
Stars, stop everything—maybe she will come back to me.
 
Violins, I want to cry with you tonight—play a little louder, louder.
 
I do not want people to understand that I am alone—
or to hear that I am crying out for you.
 
Stars, where are you going? Why do not you speak to me anymore?
Stars, stop everything—maybe she will come back to me.
 
If one day she will come back, I want you to believe
that I am not alone—
and I am happy—
and I am happy—
and I am happy.
 
Violins, I want to cry with you tonight—with you.
 

But Last Night on the Beach

This year, you did not want to fall in love this way, this way—
as you did in some other summer.
This year, you always said you did not want any adventure—
that you did not want to fall in love at all.
 
But last night on the beach, I left with you,
and when I found you in my arms, we went into a dream.
But last night on the beach, surrounded by sand,
you whispered to me that it was your first time—
and the thought made me quiver—
and the sweet music of the sea washed over me.
 
On the beach, there is a boat that witnessed the promises
that we made to one another.
This year, you did not want to fall in love this way, this way—
as you have now done with me.
 
But last night on the beach, I left with you,
and when I found you in my arms, we went into a dream.
But last night on the beach, surrounded by sand,
you whispered to me that it was your first time—
and the thought made me quiver—
and the sweet music of the sea washed over me.
 
La la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la
 
But last night on the beach, I left with you,
and when I found you in my arms, we went into a dream.
 
Aaaahhhh—a dream!
 

Concerto for Venice

The world always dies a little at a time—what you love in the end disappears—
and all that remains for us is dirty water and nothing more.
 
I love Venice as if Venice were a woman—maybe more.
And if I have to go away, even just for a little while,
when I think of home, I think of her.
 
The world knows you cannot—cannot abandon everything just like that.
Your palaces and churches—your entire history—where will all that go?
 
Venice is dying, but, if that is so, I could die with her.
Her lights are dimming but her heart—that, that heart is not.
 
But where, where will they go, the lovers,
and what will they dream, the lovers?
 
Venice always dies a little, but her concerto, no,
because otherwise perhaps I would die with her too.
 
I would die with her too.
 

At War with Everyone

As long as you you will not be mine— will not be my girl—
I will go to war—I will fight—for you, for you.
 
If I see you around a million other guys,
I will go to war with everyone—everyone—for you.
 
Do not ever listen to anyone who speaks poorly of me.
No, no, believe none of it—it is just all envy.
 
As long as you you will not be mine— will not be my girl—
I will go to war —I will fight—for you, for you.
 
Do not ever listen to anyone who speaks poorly of me.
No, no, believe none of it—it is just all envy.
 
As long as you you will not be mine— will not be my girl—
I will go to war —I will fight—for you, for you.
 
… at war with you—with you—with you.
 

The Usual Things

If you leave, you take my world away—my happiness.
I beg your pity—to reconsider.
 
If you leave, what am I to do with this life
of which I dedicated every moment to you?
 
You see, you’ll see that one day things will change—
they are the usual things that are always said—
but I cannot say more: I know you're everything.
 
If you leave, you take my world away—my happiness.
I know that I lose my tomorrow if you go.
 
You see, you’ll see that one day things will change—
they are the usual things that are always said—
but I cannot say more: I know you're everything.
 
If you leave, you take my world away—my happiness.
I know that I lose my tomorrow if you go.
 

Skies of Cardboard

Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
and on the skies of cardboard, let her fly.
 
I know that you are friends, and she listens to you—
that is why if you really love her, let her make the mistake.
It is not—it is not wealth that is worth more than love.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
she will go forth to enjoy her freedom—
and on the skies of cardboard, let her fly.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
with her illusions, one day she will fall—
and that the world is different, she will understand.
 
Now she is searching far and wide—who knows for what?
She knows not that she is already close to the thing that matters.
 
She does not know that in her hands, she already has this life of mine.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
she will go forth to enjoy her freedom—
and on the skies of cardboard, let her fly.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
with her illusions, one day she will fall—
and the world is different—
and that the world is different, she will understand.
 
She does not know that in her hands, she already has this life of mine.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
with her illusions, one day she will fall—
and the world is different—
and that the world is different, she will understand—
she will understand—
she will understand.
 

The Sun of the Night

The sun of the night—I see it when you are here with me.
It is a sun that warms only those who love each other, like me and you.
 
By day, it does not exist when I am with another—and not with you.
It is a sun that smiles in your eyes when you speak about our love.
 
At night I call out to you—I reach for your hand—and I feel only mine.
I keep you close—and I am happy because to be with you is enough.
 
And all of the darkness that can hide our love is not here now.
And I can see above us, in the clear sky, this sun that shines down on us.
 
(The sun of the night—I see it when you are here with me.)
 
... when you are here with me ...
 
(It is a sun that warms only those who love each other, like me and you.)
 
At night I call out to you—I reach for your hand—and I feel only mine.
I keep you close—and I am happy because to be with you is enough.
 
The sun of the night comes forth at midnight—and rises only for us.
But it can warm up my whole life if we just believe in it.
 
The sun of the night comes out at midnight—only for us.
 
(The sun of the night—the sun of the night—only for us.)
 

On the Green Earth

We are (we are, we are, we are) suns (suns, suns, suns) on (on) the green earth.
 
My love (love, love, love), my love (love, love, love), we are (we are) suns (suns).
 
On the green earth, we hold hands, and we sink, and we sink.
 
This meadow is a sea that transports us far away—
if you say 'I love you,' if I say 'I love you.'
 
In the middle of the flowers looking at the golden sun,
we are happy without needing a reason.
Sweet dream that time will someday bring to an end
but our love will live on.
 
On the green earth we hold hands:
grass are we—flowers are we—to the sun of our love.
 
We are (we are, we are, we are) suns (suns, suns, suns) on (on) the green earth.
 
My love (love, love, love), my love (love, love, love), we are (we are) suns (suns).