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Simón The Gravedigger

Yesterday afternoon they buried
the daughter of Juan Simón,
Simón was the town's
only gravedigger,
only gravedigger.
 
When she breathed her
last breath in his arms,
he buried his own daughter,
to the cemetery he took her
to the cemetery he took her.
 
He dug the grave himself
murmuring a prayer,
saying goodbye forever
to the daughter of Juan Simón,
to the daughter of Juan Simón.
 
And crying like a child
he left the cemetery,
with a stick in hand
and a mattock on his shoulder,
and a mattock on his shoulder.
 
The people asked him:
'where are you coming from, Simón?'
and as he wiped away his tears,
in a hushed voice he answered,
in a hushed voice he answered:
 
'I am a gravedigger and I've come
from burying my heart,
I am a gravedigger and I've come
from burying my heart,
from burying my heart'.
 

Your beauties shone

1. Your beauties shone and the sun was eclipsed,
the brilliant star was ashamed.
 
2. My soul in the fiery flame, burns and sighs,
with a knife to cut it, all love will drip.
 
3. My God, so beautiful, whoever sees her faintly,
and in his heart, he feels that love is being nailed.
 

Deportation / History of the Elder

I remember once upon a spring I walked along an aul.
I was cheerful and young, I lived life to the fullest.
Those who is not cheerful in the prime of life, is begging for another life from God, friends!
Suddently, I saw a feeble elder walking towards me,
He was trailing barely, hunched over at all.
And the elder's eyes were being fulfilled with such love,
While he was glancing at my mountains...
I invited him to my home and treated him with food I could share,
He was tired after the road and I suggested to him: 'Take a rest!'
'It turns out that mountain spirit has not yet died in Chechnya' - he said and told me the following story.
'Once upon a time I was also young and youthful,
But the trouble fell on us and Chechnya.
And a soldier, who wore star, pulled me,
yong and fulfilled with power,
into a wagon.
With shout 'Betrayers!' he shot my sick mother
lying exhausted right here.
And what we had to endure on the road,
entered into our memory evermore.
Famine and typhoid have taken so many of our lives,
So many children have passed away without knowing the pleasure of life.
Until nowdays I often hear their moans
But I can't clarify it is in reality or in a dream.
And in the cold steppes we survived all the same,
And I know, only immence love for those mountains
And the highlanders' dedication to the native lands helped us.
Only immence love for those mountains
And the highlanders' dedication to the native lands helped us'.
Having told all this to me, he set off journey again
And added: 'Don't forget everything I said'.
And now I'm leaving, cause I can't sit here,
I want to die at the foot of those mountains.
And now I'm leaving, cause I can't sit here,
I want to die at the foot of those mountains'.
 

The One in Love

Moons, ivory, instruments, roses,
lamps and the works of Dürer,
the nine numbers and the changing zero,
are things I must pretend to see.
 
I must pretend that Persépolis and Roma
were long gone, and that a fine arena
measured the luck of the battlement
that the centuries of Iron disrupted.
 
I must pretend that the weapons and pyre
of the epopee and the heavy seas
eat away the Pillars of the Earth,
 
and that others exist, yet it's all a lie.
Only you exist. You, my misfortune
and my fortune, who is tireless and pure.
 

Square Sun

Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is the time I want to see
You going back home with all you planted
Get up to see the square sun
 
Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is time for the people to see
You going back home with all you planted
Get up to see the square Sun
 
One of the laws of Physics say
That whatever you throw up
Falls down on your roof
The world turns
And now even the cattle1 is confused
 
One of the laws of Physics say
That whatever you throw up
Falls down on your roof
The world turns
And now even the cattle1 is confused
 
Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is the time I want to see
You going back home with all you planted
Get up to see the square sun
 
Get up because your day has come
Get up because it is time and I want to see
You taking home all you planted
Get up to see the square sun
Get up to see the square sun
Get up to see the square sun
 

• 'Gado' is a pejorative way to refer to electors of the Brazilian president Jair Bolsonaro. Yes, it is meant to associate them with animals

My best friend

Not always everything turns out as you'd like
Life always plays it's own game
But I had a friend
that always stood faithfully by my side
Have no idea why he had to die
Why he had to leave me, a question I do not ask
Only thing left,
tears on my cheek.
 
And the last goodbye on your grave,
from me, your friend and brother.
The memory remains.
Last goodbye on your grave,
from me, your friend and brother,
a look in the past is what remains.
 
Together, we went through thin and thick,
you faithfully at my side,
fighting wind and storms,
no path too long in your eyes.
If I had a bad streak, you brought me luck,
you went with me together to hell and back.
You were a part of me.
 
And the last goodbye on your grave,
from me, your friend and brother.
The memory remains.
Last goodbye on your grave,
from me, your friend and brother,
a look in the past is what remains.
 
Time heals the wounds,
and I forget about my pain,
but you're never going to disappear from my heart,
never disappear from my heart.
You were my best friend,
and still I'll hurt often at your grave.
But we'll see each other again one day,
and together walk along the new paths.
 
And the last goodbye on your grave,
from me, your friend and brother.
The memory remains.
Last goodbye on your grave,
from me, your friend and brother,
a look in the past is what remains.
 

This evening

Together again and end of loneliness
I leave myself in your hands again
Together again falling into the fire
falling both and wherever it might bring us
 
This evening is going to be ours too
for our love and our dream
This evening is going to be ours too
for our love and our dream...
 
Together again and our time stops us
in our most secretly of Eros(=love) time
Together again to live for the first time
the most crazy trip in our life
 
This evening is going to be ours too
for our love and our dream
This evening is going to be ours too
for our love and our dream...
 

I surrendered to you

Everybody tells me you wander
you spend the nights outside
they are jealous and they go crazy
they are not happy that you love me
 
I surrendered to you
I don't care about anyone
no matter what others say
while I love you,
I surrendered, baby
I always have you as a talisman
no matter what others say
I will love you
 
I can do anything for you
I found my other self
even if they say that you wander
it's enough for me that you love me
 
I surrendered to you
I don't care about anyone
no matter what others say
while I love you,
I surrendered, baby
I always have you as a talisman
no matter what others say
I will love you
 

Contradiction

My love, my heart
That samba is all yours
I want to hear you sing
No matter the key
 
My love, my heart
Why haven’t you come back?
I go to sleep early without Prevert
I dream without Drummond
 
Now, in the contradiction
Samba has reason
Who rules is the heart
Love,
Tell me later, then
If you’ll come or not
Come to dance samba
 
My love, my heart
Wistfulness will remain
Come, my samba please
Lighten my pain
 
My love, my heart
Poetry without value
At the coffeeshop there’s no Noel
An afternoon without Rimbaud
 
Now, in the contradiction
Samba has reason
Who rules is the heart
Love,
Tell me later, then
If you’ll come or not
Come to dance samba
 
My love, my heart
See that I do not reason
You are not Victor, nor Hugo
You are not Rimbaud
 
My love, my heart
You are the devil incarnate
You sip a diabolo*
Alone by the water’s edge
 
That is all a contradiction
The heart has its reasons
Which reason itself ignores
It is all a contradiction
Whether you would like it or not
My love
 

Pripadam tebi

Svi mi govore da skitaš
noću napolju šetaš
Ljubomorni su i lude
Što me voliš ne raduje ih
 
Pripadam tebi
Nije me briga ni za koga
Šta god drugi da kažu,
ja ću te voleti
Pripadam tebi, dušo
Imam te uvek kao amajliju
Šta god drugi da kažu,
ja ću te voleti
 
Za tebe mogu sve
našla sam svoju drugu polovinu
i nek svi kažu da skitaš
dovoljno mi je da me voliš
 
Pripadam tebi
Nije me briga ni za koga
Šta god drugi da kažu,
ja ću te voleti
Pripadam tebi, dušo
Imam te uvek kao amajliju
Šta god drugi da kažu,
ja ću te voleti
 

UNA SERA DI TOKYO (One Evening of Tokyo)

Somehow, tears are filling my eyes though there is not anything grievous.
Una sera di Tokyo (One evening of Tokyo), ah-.
Why did we part though he is not a wrong'un?
Una sera di Tokyo (One evening of Tokyo), ah-.
 
Did he already forget all about me? I cannot stand such a sorrow.
 
Crowds of people retreating into the city twilight look happy only from the backs.
Una sera di Tokyo (One evening of Tokyo), ah-.
 
Did he already forget all about me? I cannot stand such a sorrow.
 
Crowds of people retreating into the city twilight look happy only from the backs.
Una sera di Tokyo (One evening of Tokyo), ah-.
Una sera di Tokyo (One evening of Tokyo), ah-.
 
O night is falling o upon Tokyo.
 

Life is a paradise of lies

Versions: #1
Life is a paradise of lies
Those are yours, those are mine
That give us a warm anxiety
They are shining stars
On the perfumed streets
Charmed and distant from the dark reality
 
I only love you
I'm not leaving you anymore
But if I'm missing you
Everything is over for me
 
Life is a paradise of lies
Colourful caravels
Swinging in bliss
 
Life is a paradise of lies
Those are yours, those are mine
That give us a warm anxiety
They are shining stars
On the perfumed streets
Charmed and distant from the dark reality
 
I only love you
I'm not leaving you anymore
But if I'm missing you
Everything is over for me
 
Life is a paradise of lies
Colourful caravels
Swinging in bliss
 
Life is a paradise of lies
Colourful caravels
Swinging in bliss
Life is a paradise of lies
Those are yours, those are mine
Only lies
 

My traditions

Oh, what a beautiful Sunday
I put on my little dress and I adjust my backpack
where I keep two little miracles to carry
to the central church
 
Oh, a Sunday in the square
there goes the balloons with their colors and the palettes of a thousand flavors
quesadillas and those smells to savor
how beautiful is my city
 
I will take care of my traditions
and wherever I go, they will accompany me
my traditions will live in me
and wherever I go, they will be with me
 
Oh, I carry my coins here
I don't know whether to buy that doll
or those sandals for my mom
or with my friends go to the fair to walk
and play again
 
Oh, the moon appears
all places are filled with lights, between the sweets and the donuts
and next to the kiosk people come to listen
the band to play
 
I will take care of my traditions
and wherever I go, they will accompany me
my traditions will live in me
and wherever I go, they will be with me
 
Wherever I go, they will be with me
 

Paradise≒Inferno

The days of empty husk are contraindicated prisons
The miracle obtained is Venus from Hell
The bell of despair is the ecstasy of death
Hollow and decayed
A poisoned apple
 
Golden birds igniting in a fire
An angel becomes crimson in the falling abyss
The finest honey is a delightful joke
Soaked and indulged
A playground
 
In my dream, wings have broken
White birds eating their ego as a fruit
Flowers, honey, and descending chicks
Please, sweetly and profoundly heal me
 
Paradise
 
The symbol of a holy prayer is corruption
Any miracle ends with a planted revenge
The nails on the crown are the shrieking sages
Break it and destroy it
Utopia
 
The saint's blood glue on the trembling body
The life of a maiden scatters and blooms, luminous
Well-being on pain to cruelty on the daily basis
Revealing and pain
Apocalypse
 
Unbearable fools frighten of prayers
Shouting, begging for desires and tranquility
Butterflies, feathers, and beautiful things
God at last goes insane in jealousy
 
Drifting debris of primordial disaster
The cue of chaos awakening to be born
The overlapping consciousness is the soul of a previous life
The revolving Akasha
A space funeral
 
The urge to suppress solitude
Superiority that deposited the hands of corruption
The shackles of desires is a caution of freedom
Falling and falling
Until hell
 
The vague boundary line between heaven, hell, life and death
Cruel to live in fear of death
Inferno
Counting the number of times of being sad and compare it with someone else
Ruthlessly, you cannot reach happiness
 
Paradise
 
The days of empty husk are contraindicated prisons
The miracle obtained is Venus from Hell
The bell of despair is the ecstasy of death
Hollow and decayed
A poisoned apple
 
Golden birds igniting in a fire
An angel becomes crimson in the falling abyss
The finest honey is a delightful joke
Soaked and indulged
A playground
 
The symbol of a holy prayer is corruption
Any miracle ends with a planted revenge
The nails on the crown are the shrieking sages
Break it and destroy it
Utopia
 
The saint's blood glue on the trembling body
The life of a maiden scatters and blooms, luminous
Well-being on pain to cruelty on the daily basis
Revealing and pain
Apocalypse
 
Drifting debris of primordial disaster
The cue of chaos awakening to be born
The overlapping consciousness is the soul of a previous life
The revolving Akasha
A space funeral
 

A Girl Is Digging Up the Vineyard (Cheerful Mix)

A girl is digging up the vineyard, vineyard,
There comes a young fella, a young fella..
Good morning little girl, have you digged up the vineyard? (x2)
 
I'm digging up for one hour today, for one hour.
And tomorrow I'll do it for the whole day, the whole day.
A mother is yelling from the cottage, that's not your bussiness, you little rowdy? (x2)
 
Where are you coming from, Anica, Anica?
I'm coming from Ravanica, Ravanica?
Take me accross the road, I don't know where's Ruma from here. (x2)
 
Where are you coming from, Nicholas, Nicholas?
I'm coming from Krushedol, Krushedol.
I've kissed the most beautiful raven Krushedolian girls (x2)
 
Where do you come from, Anchica, the blondie?
Well, I'm a sis from Osek, a merchant's daughter.
(x2)
 
In the down, I'm drinking on the faith,
Again I'm kissing the raven girl..
(x2)
 
Congrats to you, Anchica, the blondie,
I prefer kissing you, than the other six (girls).
(x2)
In the down, I'm drinking on the faith,
Again I'm kissing the raven girl..
(x2)
 
Anchica, the blondie, when I look at you,
I prefer kissing you than the other seven(girls).
(x2)
Now everyone knows what's a tambourine,
and what a raven girl likes.
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, have you been kissed recently?
Have you been kissed recently, oh, Jela, Jelena?
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole village knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelica, oh, my soul and my heart,
my soul and my heart, Jela, Jelica.
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Ooohhhh...
Jela, Jela, Jela, Jela, Jelena have you been kissed recently?
Have you been kissed recently, oh, Jela, Jelena?
(x2)
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole alley knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Oh, Jela, Jelena, the whole village knows,
well, my grandma and yours,
that I'm kissing you.
 
Well, a little bit from me, a little bit from you,
more from me than from you,
then we'll love eachother,
me and you, girl.
 
Ohhhh!
Well, a little bit from me, a little bit from you,
more from me than from you,
then we'll love eachother,
me and you, girl.
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you.
 
Ooooohhh!
A glass to me, a glass to you (presumably of an alchoholic beverage)
more to me, than to you,
then we'll love eachother
me and you, girl.
(x2)
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you..
 
Oooooohhh!
Hug me, kiss me, kiss me, hug me,
And throw me on the bad, then do what you want..
 
Oooooohhh!
Well, hug me, kiss me, kiss me, hug me,
And throw me on the bad, then do what you want..
 
Oh, bea bea bea bea bea bea beautiful
Bea bea beautful raven girl.
Oh let it, let it, let it, let it,
let it be known, let it, let it, let it be known,
that I love you..
 

The Garden on a Friday

Versions: #1
Does it have to be that hard?
Where do I have to stand to skip the line
to the garden on a Friday?
 
''Are they even from this town?''
I hear someone say and I hope they will leave
The light colors everything pink
 
I lie too badly
Can't look tough
Have my hand in my hair
 
The night turns to day but everyone remains
They have their ID in their hand, looking down, no one gets picked
We should leave but everyone remains
They have glitter on their cheek, looking down, all in a line
Till the night turns to day
 
Underneath the bridge there's hope
Meet whoever you want except me
and then you laid your hand on my shoulder
''You look pretty in neon lights'', you said and I think I smiled
and answered quickly
Please bring me far from all the guards
 
I started to get foggy
To crash is cheap but a bit too indie
 
The night turns to day but everyone remains
They have their ID in their hand, looking down, no one gets picked
We should leave but everyone remains
They have glitter on their cheek, looking down, all in a line
Till the night turns to day
 
The clock is eleven
Do you think they heard?
Ashamed but I ask
''Please let me go ahead, before the night is over''
but I don't think they heard
 
The night turns to day but everyone remains
They have their ID in their hand, looking down, no one gets picked
We should leave but everyone remains
They have glitter on their cheek, looking down, all in a line
Till the night turns to day
 

Paradise

Almost paradise
Brighter than the morning
Your love for me
It's like having the whole world
 
In my life
Like a dream in my weary life
You're the one that came to me
If only I could love you forever
 
Holding your hand
I shout out to the world with all my strength
Promise me, you'll walk in the paradise
I'll only love you forever
 
Like the stars in the night sky, just the two of us
Beautiful dream, paradise
As long as I’m with you
I can go anywhere to the my paradise
 
Forget all the pain,
And the time you've lost
It’s the beginning, together with you
We're leaving, we're running loving you forever
 
Almost paradise
A warmer day than the sun
The look in your eyes
It's like having the whole world
 
In my life
Like a light in my weary life
You came to me and gave me love
If only I could keep it forever
 
You are all of my love
You are all of my life
With my everything
I love you
 
Like that blue ocean
Paradise, our beautiful place
As long as I’m with you
I can go anywhere to the my paradise
 
Forget all the pain,
And the time you've lost
It’s the beginning, together with you
We're leaving, we're running loving you forever
 
Almost paradise
Brighter than the morning
Your love for me
It's like having the whole world
 
In my life
Like a dream in my weary life
You're the one that came to me
If only I could love you forever
 
Your angelic smile
Fills our paradise
With flowers just for you
I'll fill it up forever
 
Almost paradise
A warmer day than the sun
The look in your eyes
It's like having the whole world
 
In my life
Like a light in my weary life
You came to me and gave me love
If only I could keep it forever
 
If only we could love forever
 

For one hour of joy

For one hour of joy, a thousand days, a thousand days...
For one hour of joy, a thousand days of sorrow!
 
For one look of your eye, I'd give my life, I'd give my life...
For one look of your eye, dear, I would give my life!
 
(Chorus)
You are, my Milka, mine!
You are, my Milka, mine!
You are, my Milka, mine!
I am yours!
 
Without you, my sweetheart, I cannot live, I cannot live...
Without you, my sweetheart, I cannot live, I'm bound to die!
 
Were you a fragrant flower, I would pick you, I would pick you...
Were you a beautiful flower, I would pick you joyfully!
 
(Chorus)
You are, my Milka, mine!
You are, my Milka, mine!
You are, my Milka, mine!
I am yours!
 

It is not paradise

One more night, one more greenhorn
I missed the bus and there is no more metro
Do I stay here?
What am I doing here?
The day rises, everybody is at work
They want us to die. In every way, we are too much
Do we stay here, what are we doing here?
I would like to slam the door, leave, not this time
I have to leave and you won't see me again
And you won't see me again
 
I haven't understood everything, I am loosing myself here
This is not life, we were lied to
It is not paradise, it is not paradise
I haven't understood everything, I am loosing myself here
This is not life, we were lied to
It is not paradise, it is not paradise
 
I would like to tackle everything, I also have the right
I would like to go, I also have dreams
Do I stay here?
What do I have left here?
Here, nothing is easy, we never have the time
Look how we pass we never have the guts
Why are we like that?
are we really like that?
I would like to slam the door, leave, not this time
I have to leave and you won't see me again
And you won't see me again
 
I haven't understood everything, I am loosing myself here
This is not life, we were lied to
It is not paradise, it is not paradise
I haven't understood everything, I am loosing myself here
This is not life, we were lied to
It is not paradise, it is not paradise
It is not paradise, no
It is not paradise, no
It is not paradise, it is not paradise
 
One more day, it starts all over again
One more day, the same dance step
Are we like that?
Since when are we like that?
One more day, it starts all over again
One more day, the same dance step
Are we like that?
Since when are we like that?
 
I haven't understood everything, I am loosing myself here
This is not life, we were lied to
It is not paradise, it is not paradise
I haven't understood everything, I am loosing myself here
This is not life, we were lied to
It is not paradise, it is not paradise
It is not paradise, no
It is not paradise, no
It is not paradise, it is not paradise
 

Along the Way

Me and my eyes, we have grown up together
with a restless soul asking around for a place that doesn't exist
between a thousand fresh bicycle mornings,
a thousand more sunsets behind the wires of the tram
and a pang of hunger for smiles and arms around me.
 
Me and my drawers of memories and addresses that I have lost.
I've seen the faces and voices of people I've loved leaving sooner or later.
And I've breathed an unknown sea during the long
and empty hours of a city summer
next to my shadow naked out of melancholy.
 
Me and my numerous shut-away evenings like when closing an umbrella
with my face over my chest reading me my pains and my problems.
I've walked those streets that bend themselves following the wind
and inside a sense of uselessness,
and fragile and violent, I've told myself, 'You'll see, you'll see, you'll see'.
 
Along the way, you'll see
you're not alone anymore.
Along the way, you'll find
a hook in the middle of the sky.
And you'll feel the street making your heart beat.
You'll see more love, you'll see.
 
Me, too small amidst all these people in the world.
Me who has dreamt on a train that has never left.
And I've run in the middle of moonlit white prairies
to rip one more day off from my ingenuity,
and young and aged, I've told myself, 'You'll see, you'll see, you'll see'.
 
Along the way, you'll see
you're not alone anymore.
Along the way, you'll find
a hook in the middle of the sky for you as well.
And you'll feel the street making your heart beat.
You'll see more love, you'll see.
 
And no song, not even this one, will be ever able to change our life,
but what is that that makes us move forward and say it's not over yet?
What is that which breaks our hearts amidst songs and love?
That which always makes us sing and love more?
So that tomorrow is better because tomorrow you.
 
(Along the way, you'll see...) So that tomorrow is better because tomorrow you.
(Along the way, you'll see...) So that tomorrow is better because tomorrow you.
(Along the way, you'll see...) So that tomorrow is better because tomorrow you.
(Along the way, you'll see...) You won't be alone.
(Along the way, you'll see...) No, no.
(Along the way, you'll see...)
 

I Miss You

oh you who forgot me, I miss you, and your separation hurt me a lot
you promised you would stay for me
and that you won't leave me till death
 
come back, don't let go of me, make me happy and entertain me
the world doesn't worth anything without you
because your love filled my eyes
 
oh my love, what I got is enough
you promised to stay and that you won't forget me
I lived for you, live for me
because your love is in my artery
 
I need you, I need you
I need you till the end of my years, your nearness comforts me a lot
oh you my soul, I won't find anyone else like you, oh you my happiness
 
my pains are enough, have mercy on me, cure me
my night won't ever light up because your hear isn't in my hands
 
I swore to protect you, I won't betray you
you're the heart and I am your crazy one
I love your eyes and your color
enough, I can't stay without you
 

Muse

Your verse I'm reading: there's no rhyme
Its rhythm's uneven, fractured and bizarre...
Yes, but the spirit!
It's sparkling, beautiful, poetic!
It's life itself: from verbs' and to conjunctions' use!
 
One shall be yearning to create at once,
The rhyme and rhythm will come rushing from afar,
My poetry
Will pray to see the light, with passion, energetic...
You are a poet! But then on top of that, you are a MUSE!
 

Empty

You up and left
You went to Kaká’s
You treated me with disdain
And diminished me
 
When I got home
I knocked and knocked and knocked
But there was nothing in the house
Just tea and incense
A portrait and the cat
And an empty pan
 
When I got home
I knocked and knocked and knocked
But there was nothing in the house
Just tea and incense
A portrait and my guitar
And an empty pan
 
Come, but come and don’t go
I’ll fix what I did wrong and make it beautiful
Just like it was before, everything will be alright
 

Sotheby's

Red I've painted red again,
Black ink's used to color black,
My white linen's soaked in white wash
Added blue dye to the blue.
 
Antiseptic green- for green stuff,
Yellow painted yellow still
Oh, it seems so very easy:
One just came and painted life.
 
But the sacrifice is huge! The artist,
Giving paintings his life's breath,
Can't escape that he, with blood-red,
Must wet brushes with his soul.
 
Painting life continues staining
Artists' souls like dressing gowns...
While at Sotheby's, those price tags
Keep on rising every time...
 

Is there anything else love can do?

Is there anything else that love can do?
 
I was born into this world with nothing,
writhing in pain, living in a mere gap in eternity.
 
When the cunning ones and the ones who gave up on their dreams
are the only winners in this age, where do I stop to breathe?
 
Rulers and gods may seem like distant, unfamiliar faces,
but I would still expect them to know full well
of the magic of courage, hope and human connection.
 
Adults with no direction may turn their eyes away,
but the ''you'' from way back then, still today
is right at the center of all I consider just.
 
Even when the world turns its back on you,
you still have the strength to stand up against it.
 
Is there anything else that love can do?
 
Is there anything else that I can do?
 
This is the courage you gave me,
so I want to use it on your behalf.
 
This is the love that I chose to share with you,
so it's meaningless, if it's not with you.
 
Is there anything else that love can do?
 
Is there anything else that I can do?
 
''Fate'' is nothing more than the roll of a die.
Or perhaps it's just the caprices of the gods.
 
A suit of armor, chosen for us, that won't come off.
Or maybe it's a distant, unwavering intent.
 
Unanswered prayers, and reunions that never transpired,
uncleared misunderstandings, and hatred that keeps piling up,
voices that forgive each other, and hands holding each other tight.
 
This star carries them all with it, as we yet live on today.
 
Is there anything else that love can do?
 
Is there anything else that I can do?
 
This is the courage you gave me,
so I want to use it on your behalf.
 
This is the love that I raised with you,
so it's meaningless, if it's not with you.
 
Is there anything else that love can do?
 
Is there anything else that I can do?
 
Why are we allowed to dream, even though we're so insignificant?
Why are we allowed to hold hope in our lives, even though one day they'll end?
Why is it that everything we were given just slips through our fingers?
And isn't it unsightly, that we cling to them all the same?
 
Or is it actually beautiful?
 
Please, answer me!
 
Songs about love have been sung to death.
 
After so many movies, love's story has been told to death.
 
And even though you and I were born into such a wasteland,
there are still more things that love can do.
 
There are still more things that I can do.
 

Radio

We weren’t allowed to belong
Couldn’t see, talk, or hear anything
But every night for one or two hours,
I escaped from this world
Every night a little bit happy,
my ear so close to the receiver1
 
Radio, my radio
I let myself get sucked into the airwaves
My ears become eyes
Radio, my radio
So I hear what I can‘t see
Secretly satisfying my wanderlust
 
We weren’t allowed to belong
Couldn’t see, talk or disturb anything
Every song was forbidden
Such dangerous foreign notes
But every night was a little bit happy
My ear so close to the receiver
 
Radio, my radio
I let myself get sucked into the airwaves
My ears become eyes
Radio, my radio (my radio)
So I hear what I cannot see
Secretly satisfying my wanderlust
 
Every night I secretly climbed
onto the back of the music
laid my ears down on the wings
singing quietly into my hands
Every night and again,
I just fly away with the music
Floating this way through brightly-lit rooms
No borders, no fences
 
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
 
Radio, my radio (my radio)
I let myself get sucked into the airwaves
My ears become eyes
Radio, my radio (my radio)
So I hear what I cannot see
Secretly satisfying my wanderlust
 

• 1. 'Weltempfänger' (Lit: 'world receiver') refers to a shortwave radio receiver that can receive international broadcasts, as compared to a regular radio that only receives local stations.

For you

I want us to remeber eachother in good manner,
But I know that in life we learn from bad experience.
I want to ask you: 'How are you?'
'I miss you!' - I utter.
If there is something you want to say, do it,
If not, let's go! Let's go!
 
I would die for you! Come and see a woman
Who will sacrifice her life just for you to be good!
I would die for you! So strong is love!
I can't find you in anyone else so I leave them. I want you!
I would die for you!
 
How many times 'Say, how are you?' we asked eachother,
Without knowing that this meant 'I miss you!'?
How many times without saying a word you understood me?
If there is something you want to say, do it, if not, let's go!
 
I would die for you! Come and see a woman
Who will sacrifice her life just for you to be good!
I would die for you! So strong is love!
I can't find you in anyone else so I leave them. I want you!
I would die for you!
 
I would die for you!
 
I would die for you! Come and see a woman
Who will sacrifice her life just for you to be good!
I would die for you! So strong is love!
I can't find you in anyone else so I leave them. I want you!
I would die for you!
 

Radio

Nije nam dozvoljeno da pripadamo
Ne možemo videti, pričati ili čuti bilo šta
Ali svake noći na sat ili dva
Pobegnem sa ovog sveta
Svake noći pomalo je srećno
Moje uho blizu prijemnika
 
Radio, moj radio
Pustim da me usisa etar
Uši mi postanu oči
Radio, moj radio
Tako čujem ono što ne mogu da vidim
Potajno zadovoljavajući svoju želju za putovanjem
 
Nije nam dozvoljeno da pripadamo
Ne možemo videti, pričati ili uznemiravati bilo šta
Svaka pesma je zabranjena
Tako opasne strane note
Ali svake noći pomalo je srećno
Moje uho blizu prijemnika
 
Radio, moj radio
Pustim da me usisa etar
Uši mi postanu oči
Radio, moj radio (moj radio)
Tako čujem ono što ne mogu da vidim
Potajno zadovoljavajući svoju želju za putovanjem
 
Svake noći se potajno penjem
Na poleđinu muzike
Stavih uši na krila
Tiho pevam u svojim rukama
Svake noći i ponovo
Samo odletim sa muzikom
Tiho plutajući kroz svetle prostorije
Nema granica, nema ograda
 
Radio, radio
Radio, radio
 
Radio, moj radio (moj radio)
Pustim da me usisa etar
Uši mi postanu oči
Radio, moj radio (moj radio)
Tako čujem ono što ne mogu da vidim
Potajno zadovoljavajući svoju želju za putovanjem
 

Prayer for water

Versions: #2
They are disappearing, the places
Where my ancient love gathered water
Where the deers quenched their thirst, where the tree frogs lived,
Where pilgrims knelt down and drank from their hands
 
The water remembers
The water is beautiful
The water has
The water has let down her hair
Protect the water
Don't let it go dark, the stars' age-old mirror
 
Bring the horse to water
Bring the horse black as night
The water is sad
The water has
The water has tousled hair
And who will dive to the bottom
Who will dive to the stars for the ring
 
The water is a widow in morning
The water has
The water has ash in her hair
The water longs for us
 

Радио свира твоју песму

Радио свира твоју песму
и ја сам сам за столом једног кафића,
кроз прозор гледам како киша пада
мислећи на тебе, моја љубави
 
На једној салвети сам нацртао
док је киша није престалаја да пада,
једно страно лице, сећајући се твоје љубави,
моје слатке јучерашње љубави
 
Рефрен:
Реци ми о чему размишљаш,
кога сањаш,
ко те може порећи љубави?
 
Реци ми, желим да знам толико ствари
које ми се чине прелепим,
желим да знам више о теби
 
Радио свира твоју песму
и ја сам сам за столом једног кафића,
кроз прозор гледам како киша пада
мислсећи на тебе, моја љубави
 
Рефрен:
Реци ми о чему размишљаш,
кога сањаш,
ко те може порећи љубави?
 
Реци ми, желим да знам толико ствари,
које ми се чине прелепим,
желим да знам више о теби...
 

Turn Down the Radio

(Please turn down the radio.)
No, no, it is only 5 o'clock in the morning, but you awaken me.
(Please turn down the radio.)
Otherwise, the neighbors will soon tell you the same.
(Please turn down the radio.)
I was dreaming—at last I was sleeping peacefully.
It could not last—you proved to me that you do not change.
 
7 o'clock in the morning and more, I told you already.
(Please turn down the radio.)
We are in the car but you turn it back on.
(Please turn down the radio.)
Will it end soon?
Will it never end?
Answer me instead of whistling along—rather than singing the latest hits.
 
Just so you do not forget, yes, I love Adamo,
and Mireille Mathieu with her principles.
I like Halliday and the others too.
Yes, but I would also like to sleep well at night.
 
Just so you do not forget, yes I love Hugues Aufray.
I like Antoine with his 'oh yé'—
his floral shirts, his harmonica,
and his long hair à la Dalida.
 
We are going on a picnic but never without a radio.
(Please turn down the radio.)
We're going in swimming together—I will sing to you again.
(Please turn down the radio.)
Will it end soon?
Will it never end?
Answer me instead of whistling along—rather than singing the latest hits.
 
As much as you, I love Christophe, I love Claude François,
Hervé Villard, and also Sheila.
I love the Beatles and tutti quanti.
Yes, but I would also like to sleep well at night.
Please turn down the radio.
 
(Please turn down the radio.)
(Please turn down the radio.)
(Please turn down the radio.)
(Please turn down the radio.)
 

Break, Dawn

Versions: #2
Do you hear, my darling
My horses trot,
Do you hear, from the mountains
Calling for you, my voice?
 
Trumpets made sound,
The battle is done
Bells are ringing, The dawn is breaking,
I'm returning, my blood
 
Ref:
Oh, well, break, dawn
Wake my old mom
So she can see
Who's coming home
 
Oh, well, break, dawn
My true love, I want to kiss
And her pale body, I want to hug
 
When there, far away
I see the gray chimney,
The old plum, the childhood fealds,
I'm coming home, alive
 
And the best are not here,
They were taken by the war
I was guarded by a photo of you,
I'm coming back, my love
 
Ref.