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Ghosts of the city

My acts are not the words, the faith is leading me
This might be the end you wanted
And I'm ready to stand behind my verse
I love you like no other girl because you're special and quiet
You were giving them your smile and your tears
But you gave me your heart that was carried over your lips
I don't wanna lie to you, but I'm really screwed
I turn my head to other side cuz I don't wanna look at you
It'll take some time to get used to be without her
Because I found better myself with you and next to you
A big heart is looking for you for nights
Love is not made of the words that we call lies
You're the only one, but I'm not your hero anymore
You're beautiful, you trapped my mind and body
Love is narcissus and people are scared of it
But tell me, was it worth it after everything
 
Chorus (x2)
We are the ghosts of the city
We are not friends I guess?
Her bench and her house
One love in two of us
My endless story
Another guy is kissing her now
She's losing me, she's falling
And the hope dies last
 
That one person that can calm me down
And I'm heading back to the winter days when we were walking
I'm not perfect, but I don't want to blame you
You always wanted me to dedicate and write a song for you
Now there's no you, there's no us, I'm waiting for the dawn
And I release my voice, I let all the demons get out of me
Looking at these that approach you, but you don't want them
Because our relationship was like a needle in the brain
I never cry because I'm not a cunt from those stories
That new dude you're with is your kitsch
The time changes, but you're different now
And after everything I'll find you on the margin list
 
Chorus (x4)
We are the ghosts of the city
We are not friends I guess?
Her bench and her house
One love in two of us
My endless story
Another guy is kissing her now
She's losing me, she's falling
And the hope dies last
 

Maradona

Really
Nini is here...
 
Are you a footballer? Why are you playing games?
Are you a telescope? Why are you looking at other girls?
If you go blind, don’t blame it on Nini
When it’s night time, you come to me weeping
 
He asks me to open up my legs
He said he will hit it hard
He asks me to open up my legs
He said he will slam it hard
 
Oh Maradona
Oh Maradona
My Maradona, oh Maradona
Oh Maradona
My Maradona
Maradona
 
Don't be wicked, die for you
If I die for you all is in vain
Wicked, die for you
If I die for you all is in vain
What did I do to you?
Will I satisfy you?
All my friends you have gotten there
Will I satisfy you?
 
He asks me to open up my legs
He said he will hit it hard
He asks me to open up my legs
He said he will slam it hard
Oh Maradona
 
Oh Maradona
My Maradona, oh Maradona
(Don't you know that)
Oh my Maradona, oh Maradona
Oh Maradona
 

Paradise Lost

Versions: #3
Turn off the lights, please
I will be in the dark
You can lie to me
You didn't do anything wrong
 
Let me do it
From now on, you'll have a good dream
Let me do it
In your ears, eyes, hands
There will be days and nights like paradise
 
Anyone looking for the paradise lost
Like sweet honey
Maybe I am that your diamond lost
Like something you want like crazy
 
I feel. I’m real
Where are you right now
Right now, I’m almost at paradise
I’m here. I’m yours
Just remember this
You and I, another paradise
 
Turn the lights off please
So you can see all of me
Right now, we’re free
Nowhere we want to go back
 
Don’t believe in it
All other words that aren’t my voice
They’re lies
All set to shake you up
Stop stop stop stop
 
Anyone looking for the paradise lost
Like sweet honey
Maybe I am that your diamond lost
Like something you want like crazy
 
I feel. I’m real
Where are you right now
Right now, I’m almost at paradise
 
I’m here. I’m yours
Just remember this
You and I, another paradise
 
They’re talking about a fantasy
They’re making up another fantasy
They’re talking about a fantasy
They’re making up a story
So that they can control you and me
 
Anyone looking for the paradise lost
No need for elaborate words, no need for lies
You are my, and I’m your diamond lost
We’re in the same night, under the same moon and sun
 
I feel. I’m real
Where are you right now
Right now, I’m almost at paradise
 
I’m here. I’m yours
Just remember this
You and I, another paradise
 

The song of a tradition

- This tradition starts with a song, an awesome song!
- (Olaf:) I love you. Start singing!
 
- Someone knocks the door again
Open the door to see who knocks the door
We have guests once more
We have a lot of happiness
- (Olaf:) Sing it better!
- Tick & Tick & Tick (clock's ticktock sound), the clock of the house
Says that it's time for guests(' comings)
- (Elsa:) Who says?!
- The guests of the new year
- (Anna:) Ah! That's a troll!
- The pleasure of your home
 
Then you'll lick it & make a wish!
 
Hello! Hope you enjoy the Persian lyrics♪

Call me

What (great) nights we had together
Storms breaking through our bodies
 
Then you cut like knife
I did not ask, you did not say
 
I had a few lovers after you
But believe me, i never felt this way
 
Why did you cut like knife
I did not ask, you did not say
 
Call me whenever you feel like
When crazy things cross your mind
If you feel the same love like
I do
Call me, don‘t wait any longer
 
Call me, I kiss you
I miss you so much, like crazy
Call me, I kiss you
I miss you so much, like crazy
 

Foreign

We don't have that Chivas, but our heart is big
From here to Prizren, we share our pains
I love my people, we don't need anything foreign
Rakia and bacon, symbol of our ancestors
 
That stupid behavior is a symbol of another nation
Another 'clubbing', naked ass and standing ovations
Dressed like a jerk, it's like he isn't even a man, bro
Even Justin Bieber would be ashamed
I don't really get how you'll manage with that attitude
When it's tough, to stand with your people
He says, I'm ashamed, that's what Europe said
So a stranger walks through our city like a ticking bomb
And people are hungry, whose fault is that
Foreign money is bloody like the the Albanian way
A foreign horde, foreign drug, foreign cash and foreign car
All the terror of this world like a symbol of a new age
Everything is great there, then you're chasing the citizenship
Cheap labor force, no, it's not all luxury there
You're still just a Serb, and that's very foreign
They value your knowledge, but consider you a dog*
 
CHORUS
They prefer the foreign, soon they will join NATO
Take off that shirt and don't call me brother
I don't want to go clubbing, I don't get the after parties
But everyday I have stories to tell my friends (x2)
 
Foreign documents and visas, foreign money and cash
Friends become distanced when you need help
Foreign slang, foreign words because he's ashamed of being Serbian
Foreign conspicuous T-shirt with a foreign flag on the chest
Relatives from abroad that comes to weddings
Promised work opportunities, but they are not calling
Foreign slates and necklaces, arrogant in the VIP club
Foreign cash is worth more when spent in the village
Ask the youth bro, what are they planning to do
With an University diploma in front of a foreign embassy
We don't judge anyone, but I don't want to apologize for them
Because there, and here, you are cheap workforce
 
CHORUS
They prefer the foreign, soon they will join NATO
Take off that shirt and don't call me brother
I don't want to go clubbing, I don't get the after parties
But everyday I have stories to tell my friends (x2)
 

What's Ahead

The night leaked through his hands
And with her went the scent from your body
You're like water that dissolved in sand without a trace
And I only wanted one
 
.
What's ahead, what's in the eyes
So that the soul is not destroyed
So it's not a pity to stay
My heart is in your dreams
 
I've been with you for so many years
I follow the trail like a shadow, I try to understand everything
Where, how, for what star
The world was made by you, but i'll wait again
 
.
What's ahead, what's in the eyes
So that the soul is not destroyed
So it's not a pity to stay
My heart is in your dreams
 
I don't sleep calmly, I'll flip your world around
I'll return to you! I'll return to you, I'll return!
 
What's ahead, what's in the eyes
So that the soul is not destroyed
So it's not a pity to stay
My heart is in your dreams
 
Entirely my own work, please quote/reference me if used elsewhere.

I would think about you

The campaign always goes on
It comes from everywhere
Password on the back of a password
 
The words are chewed by liars
And they wait for
The thousand-year-old towers to collapse
 
If there is just one thing clear
On this lost world,
I can't find it anywhere else
I see it only my daughter's eyes
 
But why wouldn't I think about you?
Why wouldn't I think about you after this?
Tell me, why wouldn't I think about you?
That where are you hanging out?
That what are you doing?
 
You're not asking, where are you taking you,
Where do they stun you
the ones, who don't believe in anything
 
You don't hear anything else from them,
Just that how good will it be for you,
Then they save their own skins
 
If it had any sense,
That you have beard it all by now
Anyway you've written the most beautiful poem
In your son's heart
 
So why would I think about you?
Why would I think about you after this?
Tell me, why would I think about you?
That where are you hanging out?
That what are you doing?
 
To a nice word of a woman
I will be a meeker person
I let the problems for someone else
I have work in the garden
Until I plant a tree
 
The fight dies down in me
But I don't forget anything
An I would start it over
The nice letters of your name
Were written on my forhead by Cupid
 
So why wouldn't I think about you?
Why wouldn't I think about you after this?
Tell me, why wouldn't I think about you?
That where are you hanging out?
That what are you doing?
 
Why wouldn't I think about you?
Why wouldn't I think about you after this?
Tell me, why wouldn't I think about you?
That where are you hanging out?
That what are you doing?
 

The City

Is the hand of the alien enough
To paint the lie
To everyone
What am I to you
You drowned in the water
Is the word enough
My master is
To everyone
What am I to you
You burnt and disappeared in the fire
 
Ref.
Don’t leave me now,
Because it is not a worthy city,
Don’t you dare say “no” to me,
Because I am not young anymore
 

Paradise, Where Are You?

First a look, then a word
Then a letter, then a 'you'
Then a kiss, then a heart
Where are you, paradise?
Have I found you?
 
Then the day, then the light
Then the slap in the face
Everything over and done
Oh paradise, where are you?
 
Am I so alone
I stand there and cry
Like a little girl
Lost in the city
 
Then music, then a scent
Sunshine in the air
Flowers bloom, dreamlike and beautiful
Oh paradise, where are you?
 
Da dada… ta dadada da…
Dada duya dada… ta dada dada…
Didi dudi… didi duda didi…
Dadi day…
 
Am I so alone
I stand there and cry
Like a little girl
Lost in the city
 
Then a person and a word
Then a letter and a 'you'
Then a kiss and a heart
Oh paradise, oh paradise,
Oh paradise, where are you?
 

The fable of esthetics

The desert boat with no grass,
a camel with two lumps
passing through many many cities,
saw for the first time in life
 
A horse
A white horse
 
And said: 'Poor animal
who knows what big weight
stepped on his back
and flattened him in such a way'
 
This way...
A horse
A white horse
Poor animal
Flatened in such a way
In such a way
A horse...
 
I told you the concrete fact
because I wanted
to prove that in a matter of moral
and esthetics
the unipersonal position
may be erethic
 
Heretical...
Heretical...
A horse
A white horse
Poor animal
Flattened in such a way
In such a way
A horse
Flattened in such a way
 

I'd Like So Much

I'd like so much to watch smile,
With eyes filled with joy, all children.
I'd like so much for people
To be better, without becoming saints.
 
I'd like so much to break the bars
In the windows of all prisons.
I'd like so much for anguished cries
To become, little by little, songs.
 
I'd like to rule (the world) for a moment
So I could bring justice where there is none.
I'd like it if, when I ruled the world,
It were impossible for me to make mistakes!
 
I'd like it so much if those who are responsible
For all the misery that mires this world,
Would live in even greater abject misery
Than those who now endure it, just for a second.
 
I'd like so much for those things to happen
That I know, can never happen at all...
 

Working class son

You're not on Facebook so she can't like your status
On Twitter to retweet your paragraph
She removed the guy even on Gmail
He turned worse than a worst fool
 
Block here, block there, it's not funny
He's not only looking at your vacation photos
He only wanted to play twister with you
Excuse me, can you remove me from your block list if it's not a problem?
 
But nevermind, you're not the same class
You're not driving GL, you're not driving S class
But nevermind, you're not the same class
You're not driving GL, you're not driving S class
 
He's nice, he's honourable and kind
He's a real working class son
And you don't such a guy
You're hunting a partridge now
You're a star, you're 'in' now
And he's still driving a car run on gas
You like kamasutra until the day after tomorrow
And for him, yeah, right
 
But it's not like that, you're only a starlet
Politicians are you're favorite target
Today in a reality show, tomorrow in Budva on the seaside
The day after tomorrow you're already in the government's department
 
This profile pic where you're laying half-naked
To one we all like very much
That's not for dudes of a deep pocket
That's just so you can be beautiful to your mom
 
He's nice, he's honourable and kind
He's a real working class son
And you don't such a guy
You're hunting a partridge now
You're a star, you're 'in' now
And he's still driving a car run on gas
You like kamasutra until the day after tomorrow
And for him, yeah, right
 

Heaven

Heaven is full of children
flying on airplanes
And throwing snowballs
to the wingless adults
 
Heaven is full of people
who never went to mass
But were always good
not only in their head.
 
In Heaven there are no artists
especially the famous
they're in Hell among the narcissists
where no one can notice them.
 
In Heaven there are no rich
there's no one living to work.
But there are people who worked a lot
and always gave if they could give.
 
Heaven is full of boys and girls
who one day killed themselves,
because they were sad and tired
or just unheard.
 
Heaven is full of homeless people
who starved or froze to death
they're the fathers of voyagers
now they protect them from above.
 
Heaven is full of migrants
who drowned in the sea,
they got an entire galaxy
as home.
 
In Heaven there are no saints
there's no more religion.
And those who love are free to love
with no more division.
 
Heaven is full of children.
Heaven is full of children.
 
And then everyone found
everything they had lost.
And in this they are all equal
except those who went to Heaven too soon,
too soon.
 
Heaven is full of children
playing with airplanes,
they're the favorite there,
they're the only ones with wings.
 
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Save me

Can someone save
Can someone save me?
I have gone lost and I can't find my home
It feels so lonely
It is so dark without you
 
Watching the time but
it doesn't matter
The days go by but I keep standing where
you left me
Can anything save me?
Falling back everytime I
want to get back up
And break free from the corner
Where I'm always stuck in
Can anything save me?
 
Can someone wake up?
Can someone wake me up?
I want to feel, I want to breathe again
 
They told me you moved on
It should feel better soon
It has been months
It should be obvious
I wither without you
 

Stay, kids*(1)

Summer kids at Balaton's shore
I'm fishing for meagre at the Danube-bend
I'm a summer kid, I'm laughing, I'm tittering
While your eyes are shining, stay kids!
 
Summer kids at Balaton's shore
I'm fishing for meagre at the Danube-bend
Sometimes the night is a bit steep,
Let me see you hands, stay, kids!
 
Eckü:
 
Danube partisan, Mister Swag-Yolo
Wavebreaker, womanizer,
Hop in - not the ugly ones - Hello sunshine!
Summer trip at Balaton, dance and cancan
Energize your day, here's a banana and a kiwi,
If you're having trouble with the girls tonight, few drinks, small sips
Lame or not, if the waters cold its 6 cm
I'm gazing the shores while covered by sunglasses
 
Summer kids at Balaton's shore...
 
M-Papa:
 
We're humping, splashing, cruising the shores
My face is burrying a marmalade-pancake
Let's jump in from the pier, let's jump in butt first,
You won't be judged for your lame slips today
 
Szerecsenkirály:
 
Vacation's here, everyone's cheering
You worried your ass off, but you passed them easily*(2)
Chill out, booboohead and let it go,
Its time for you to find your peace with your life now.
 
Summer kids at Balaton's shore... 2x
 

Marijin pogled

Marija, sa očima koje se bude
Uz sunce koje mi je prikazuje
Sa crvenom stidljivošću
Ona je videla svetlo u mojim jutrima
Izbegava poglede
Dok se penje u voz
 
O Luisu samo znam da beži od gužvi
Porter umetnika
Pokriva knjigu koja je
Naslonjena na rukove njegove košulje
Zgužvana...optimista
Sviđa mu se dok je čita
 
Ušli su u tunel
Koji je postajao sve dublji
Odsečen, kao svet,
poražen od nade
Ostavljajući nam život u konstantnom besu
Krik u ujednačenoj noti
Hiljadu sudbina odjednom
Ušli su, šine nisu izdržale
Probudili su se uplašeni,
Nepokretni, u neznanju...
Odlazeći u smrt planirajući život
Marijin pogled -
Grad sa perona
 
I ovaj bol je ostao na asfaltu
I ovog marta, skupljajući njihove delove
I ovaj duel, koji nas ostavlja u patnji
Koji nikada nećemo razumeti,
Ja sam Marija, mi smo Luis...
 
Ušli su u tunel
Koji je postajao sve dublji
Odsečen, kao svet,
poražen od nade
Ostavljajući nam život u konstantnom besu
Krik u ujednačenoj noti
Hiljadu sudbina odjednom
Ušli su, šine nisu izdržale
Probudili su se uplašeni,
Nepokretni, u neznanju...
Odlazeći u smrt planirajući život
Marijin pogled -
Grad sa perona
 
Neka sirene zvuče samo kao pesme sa mora!
Neka nam se usta nikada ne umore od vikanja!
Neka se sreća vrati danas brzo!
Neka se ne zaboravi Marijin pogled!
 

Welcome Parade

In my right hand is Akvavit [1],
in my left hand is a Crayfish
 
Everyone come to my house, it's a Välkommen [2] parade
Towards the enchanting world, Välkomna [3]
Take our hands, make a circle, spin, and that's the world
Köttbullar [4] with lots of jam, I'm in the best condition
 
The Blå [5] and Guld [6] Nordiskt kors [7]
Stuffing Herrings into the can
Hetalia
 
'Hm? Why’s Everybody making such a weird face?
Come on, I also have the finished one.
You, shall we eat it together?'
 
Everyone come to my house, it's a Välkommen parade
Sound your instruments, it's time to march
If everyone at one-two makes the ensemble
The one and only song will be complete
 
The Nyckelharper [8] is me, Sweden
'Oi… if you want to know how to play it, ask me'
 
The Water Capital Stockholm
A time travel to the Medieval times Gamla stan
The colorful furniture design and miscellaneous goods, they’d make a good souvenir
 
För Sverige i tiden [9] When I feel like running away from the stranger
För Sverige i tiden　They’re actually the one who’d run first
För Sverige i tiden　The loud cheers keep growing passionate
För Sverige i tiden
 
'Sweden Academy Noble Prize
Is an Internationally Famous Award.
Ah… I’ll tell you about the details later'
 
Everyone come to my house, it's a Välkommen parade
This melody is universal
The 5 continents and the 7 seas
At this energetic Hastighet [10], They traverse each other grandly
The Important Winter Event Lucia [11]
'The white dress…how cute…'
 
The Blå and Guld Nordiskt kors
Stuffing Herrings into the can
Hetalia
 
'Hm？If it’s time to Fika [12] then let’s take a break
Coffee with Cinnamon Roll is the best
…Mm, delicious…'
 

Next Year in Prizren

Where would I go if I didn’t know where we came from?
Where fields of peonies cover our graves.
Silent witnesses of centuries of great deeds.
Heroes who chose to perish on their feet.
Did they feed their bones to the fertile land
So that we today remain silent, while they take it from us by force?
It matters not if I am from Metohija or Dorcol.
How can my soul not hurt from the injustice?
In this battle airplanes are useless.
What matters are schoolbooks that tell us:
Who built the temple, who defiled the altar.
What deeds brought eternal honour, and what deeds brought shame.
Neither bombs, nor elections could erase Lazar.
And as long as the new generations preserve his memory
That which is sacred will never be lost.
Grow with hope, red flower, that someone will pluck you once more.
My compass is your root, the heart in my chest.
Without it, I am cursed, without Grace, living for money
And like a paper boat, sailing on a sea of lies
I only keep sinking…
 
You keep asking what Kosovo means to me.
You still don’t understand? I’ll explain again:
Kosovo is the seed I grew out of.
The spring and the trough from which my people started flowing.
Ill wishers tell us Kosovo is lost.
Disloyal and weak say Kosovo is done for,
Destroyed and burnt down by the cursed enemy.
It puzzles you that a kid from the city thinks about such things?
Since these days everyone just watches their own ass.
We live without faith, without hope, and without the will,
Building towers without foundation.
For a people without roots is a dried up river.
Without our mother, we are infants without milk.
But here, at the ancient place, where Milos gave his life,
Led by the justice of Lazar, the people will be resurrected.
For within us the prophecy lives on –
The Kosovo Oath will live forever.
So let us teach our children to know the full truth
And let our greeting be ‘Next year in Prizren!’.
 
And I pray
To return to my hearth
My soul will sanctify you
Oh holy land, bought from the Heavens
 
Oh Kosovo, Kosovo, my beloved land
You are the eagle in my sky, but your wings are broken.
My bitter tear, the emptiness in my chest.
The heart of my fatherland, the essence of my being…
Peonies have grown in the field, they sprang from the blood of fearless heroes
At the place where my land reaches up to the sky.
Our sovereign taught us what one should sacrifice for.
Lazar has bound us to Kosovo through myth and curse.
The Devil didn’t stop then, he kept sending evils –
Filthy enemies and scum – at what little was left of us.
Back then it was the Turks, now it’s hungry wolves.
Yesterday they impaled us on a stake, today they torture is in the ‘yellow house’.
And they won’t even let me see my frescoes,
For they will awaken memories of my proud ancestors.
They won’t let me hear the song of the monks from Decani,
So that the strength of the hero Milos doesn’t awaken in my heart.
I’ve seen that trickery countless times, and I know it well.
When they break our crosses and defile our Saint Vitus’ Day.
But it’s not the first time that we find ourselves fleeing and trekking,
And the peasant will always return to his field some day.
For we have died everywhere, and always for the sake of freedom
So that a hero’s child could call himself a Serb
Listen well, my son: Forgive even the worst person
But for the fatherland one must die
Kosovo is forever our land!
 
And I pray
To return to my hearth
My soul will sanctify you
Oh holy land, bought from the Heavens
May peonies resurrect
Our glory, next year in Prizren
 

Goodbye Everyone

Where the poet Orlusha stopped
I’ll go ahead and turn on your ears. 1
 
[Couplet 1]
Those fucked up pedestrians and bus drivers,
I hate those fucking freaks every day, all the time,
and those fucked up cops and road workers,
my Fridays are fuckin’ fucked, and especially Saturday.
 
[Chorus]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
It's fucking pissing me off, goodbye everyone... 2*
 
[Couplet 2]
Summer is a fucking bitch, especially fuck autumn
Even fuck Alla, everyone has worn her**
Fuck these faces in the television
That joke, that dance, that frolic in the arena
 
[Chorus]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
It's fucking pissing me off, goodbye everyone...
 
[Couplet 3]
Fuck the fucking wind and rain, the sun was fucking cold too
Fuck Putin, fuck Medvedev and Obama's fucking mug, ***
Meat, fish, vodka, women and fishing and hunting
Fuck the week, fuck relaxing on Saturday
 
[Chorus]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
It's fucking pissing me off, goodbye everyone...
 
[Couplet 4]
Above is the blue sky
Under the sky's the clouds
There is nothing fucking great here
You’re all fucked, goodbye everyone…
 
If you’ve sworn someone in vain,
The calendar will mark that day.
We rush off for new adventures, friends
So go on ahead conductor.****
 

• 1. He sets up two things, the profanity to come, and his opening words before the song. This is a good way to start a song. If you know who Orlusha is, and his works
• 2. It is hard for me to figure out how to go with this….and honestly by this point I was tired of rifling through trying to remove the asterisks from the Russian lyrics and was like, eh, just going to interpret the fucks however I wish. Honestly, I don’t think there is a right way to interpret what he is saying, correct me if I’m wrong

To me, music is a form of speech, and just like speech, music should be heard to all regardless of barriers in place. So by translating you're letting other people open up to a world that is alien to them, a world where many who listen to the Russian, German and French music I listen to, is not strange or weird because they do not understand what the singer is singing. By having translations music can share cultural and political ideas, or really just ideas, around without barrier, and allow for discussion over meaning and purpose instead of trivial pursuit.

Nobody's

I was nobody's like the wind over the sea.
Nobody's like the stream that flows through the mountains.
Nobody's like the glare of the dawn light.
Nobody's like the stars in the cold nights.
Nobody's, nobody's.
 
But the nobody's man is always unhappy.
Like the sky without birds, like the water without fish.
And the nobody's man will disappear without a trace.
Like a star that fades away in the dark sky.
Like a star.
 
Chorus:
For luck or for sorrow,
For joy or for trouble
The sea has pushed you out to me
Like a wet starfish.
My guilty eyes will say to you,
The sea and the leaves will say to you:
'Forgive me for being nobody's once.
Forgive me for being nobody's once.
But now I'm yours like the sea.
I'm yours!'
 
But you don't whisper to me: 'I'm yours, yours!'
You're proud of being alone and nobody's.
But the nobody's man will disappear without a trace.
Like a star that fades away in the dark sky.
Like a star.
 
You don't come to me, to me.
I write you the letters. I write them on the water with a paddle.
Go out to the shore and catch the seagulls
Like the flying letters of love,
Of love.
 
Chorus:
For luck or for sorrow,
For joy or for trouble
The sea has pushed you out to me
Like a wet starfish.
My guilty eyes will say to you,
The sky and the leaves will say to you:
'Forgive me for being nobody's once.
Forgive me for being nobody's once.
But now I'm yours like the sea.
I'm yours!'
 

How beautiful this world is

You'll wake up at dawn
We'll watch the birthday
Of the sunrise together.
 
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is!
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is!
 
You can't help noticing
That the nightingales and the pigeons
Live in this world.
 
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is...
 
You've looked at and minutes
Seem to stop.
Take them like the dew.
 
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is!
Look how beautiful this world is.
How beautiful this world is...
 

I press my face against the window

I press my face against the window like a mournful guard.
And the night sky is beneath me.
The valleys lay down on my hand
In the immobility of double horizon.
 
I press my face against the window like a mournful guard.
I'm looking for you beyond the expectation,
Beyond myself.
 
I love you so much that I no longer now
Which of the two of us is not here, not here, not here.
 
You will leave and the doors will open to the sunrise.
You will leave and the doors will open to me.
You will leave and the doors will open to the sunrise.
You will leave and the doors will open to me...
 
I closed my eyes to not see again.
I closed my eyes to cry
Because I don't see you.
Where are your hands, your gentle hands?
Where are your eyes, the whims of a day?
 
All is lost, you are not here.
The night's memory is fading.
All is lost! All is lost!
I'm alive! I'm alive!
 
You will leave and the doors will open to the sunrise.
You will leave and the doors will open to me.
You will leave and the doors will open to the sunrise.
You will leave and the doors will open to me...
 

Footstep

I'm leaving in a way that I don't leave footsteps
A way so that you can't come after me
 
These are all memories
I want to leave this place
I'm done with the one that's done
I don't want to remember her
Who even were you?
You made my air bitter
Besides breaking me apart
You don't know anything
 
I'm leaving in a way that I don't leave footsteps
A way so that you can't come after me
 
There's a feeling that doesn't let me stay
I have a feeling as if I'm always crazy
What makes me feel good, you take that feeling from me
You aren't with my heart at all, as if I don't know you
I left by myself and cut off every feeling there was
Our relationship was just lust
The day that you surrendered to fate
You newly understand what is loneliness
 
I'm leaving in a way that I don't leave footsteps
A way so that you can't come after me
 

Parade

It’s our long awaited day, it’s date time
I’m going to wear my favorite dress!
 
I’m going to the place where you’re waiting for me
I’m sorry. I’m a little late
 
Holding hands with you
Anyone, stop my beating heart
I’m taking many deep breaths
Staring at your profile
 
Walking with you
The familiar landscape
is glowing
Right here, it’s a parade of just us
 
Did you notice? For you, today
I unusually put on mascara and lip gloss
 
The time I spend with you passes by too fast
I wonder if I could turn back the clock needles and stop time
 
Holding hands with you
Anyone, turn back time
I want to stay with you
Tightly holding your hand
 
Walking with you
The way back at sunset
is sparkling
The secret parade just for us
 
After holding your hand
My hand still feels warm
I love you more than anyone
I’m still thinking about you
 
He said at the beginning
It’s a parade just for us
Our future
is a sparkling parade just for us
 

For one night

How? How?
How much longer can I strain
How God tell me how
To love you.
Again, again
Again I did head again (got drunk)
I saw you kissing again.
And I'll tell you only one thing.
 
For one night you were only
And she was too much for you
Get the hell out of here.
Don't play dumb,
For one night you're my Baby
Crush of the moment
I keep doing my cross
I was saved early,
I'm not chewing, I'm not chewing
Now I'm breaking it myself.
 
How? How?
How long to strain
How much to throw me how much (to become sad for)
Your absence.
Ali, again
Again like a riddance head
I drank a bottle again
Because of you.
 
For one night you were only
And she was too much for you
Get the hell out of here.
Don't play dumb,
For one night you're my Baby
Crush of the moment
I keep doing my cross
I was saved early,
I'm not chewing, I'm not chewing
Now I'm breaking it myself.
 

Everyone Can Judge Me

Age is not important
As long as our desire
Is counting the same steps
Not every love is the real one
Just because the others said
It's right
 
Throw the stone
You sinless people
Maybe I won't get up
But to justify myself
Just because I love
I do not accept that
 
Everyone can judge me
I keep stoically silent
I know they will say: 'What happened to her?'
That's what people are like
 
They don't know that I am not choosing
It is my heart
Since always I've been head-on
Straight to pain
But I do not regret it
 
Age is not important
As long as our desire
Is counting the same steps
When love covers wrinkles
Then our souls speak
The same language
 
Throw the stone
You sinless people
Maybe I won't get up
But to justify myself
Just because I love
I do not accept that
 
Everyone can judge me
I keep stoically silent
I know they will say: 'What happened to her?'
That's what people are like
 
They don't know that I am not choosing
It is my heart
Since always I've been head-on
Straight to pain
But I do not regret it
 
This is the song for you
For everything you haven't given to me
It could have been better, but I am not sorry
That I've given you days
I'll have something to remember
I'll pay for my mistake, but life is only one
 
Everyone can judge me
I keep stoically silent
I know they will say: 'What happened to her?'
That's what people are like
 
They don't know that I am not choosing
It is my heart
Since always I've been head-on
Straight to pain
But I do not regret it
do not regret it
I do not regret it
I do not regret it
and I do not regret it
 

Paranoia (Radio)

It's midnight again, an awesome day's over
You and your boys are so awesome
You were bored in school, but when your last class ended
You went home to a homie to play
 
There you were, watching a Japanese DVD
Which his father had bought on the internet
It was about a crazed psychopath
Who liked murdering women, tearing flesh off of the skeleton
 
For-fucking-bidden for children, it's too dangerous for them
You were still having an awesome time when you biked home
But at night, you were suddenly not that cocky anymore
And when you went to bed, it wasn't funny at all
 
You heard the girls scream, now you see their corpses
You see them as you close your eyes
An awesome day's over, it's midnight again
And I'm back, say hello to my invisible friend
 
Who says:
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming at you
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'll be touching you
 
Boo!
 
I'll tear everything safe and comfortable apart
 
I'm a shadow behind the curtain
I'm a branch on your window
I'm a sound coming from the closet
I'm a voice in your had
I'm the tormented souls, the twisted wails
Of those who burned to death in your video game
 
Like when your mother and father who just believe in what they can see
Say that I don't exist, what do they know about that?
They're asleep when I haunt, when I spook you
It's not them I visit when you turn off you light
 
I say:
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming at you
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'll be touching you
 
Boo!
 
I'll tear everything safe and comfortable apart
 
(Roaring paranoia, complete madness)
 
I say:
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming at you
 
Boo!
 
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'll be touching you
 
Boo!
 
I'll tear everything safe and comfortable apart
 
Hahahaha
Hahahaha
Hahahahahahaaaa
 
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Sex in the shower

In the shower,
behind the steam curtain,
there are two couples making love,
indulging in desires.
In the shower,
in capture of passion,
they are making love like in a fountain,
and I'm just crooning.
And they are making love breathless devoted to sex,
gobbling, hurrying, like in FedEx.
And I
would like to be one of them.
They're making love like unguided missiles,
doing exactly what they ever wanted,
and I
would really like to be one of them.
 
In the shower,
they're making everything,
drops are drawing them a nice figure
and the steam is rising upwards.
In the shower
they do the things
we all want to do,
and I'm just crooning
and envy them
how they are making love breathless devoted to sex,
gobbling, hurrying, like in FedEx.
And I
would like to be one of them.
They're making love like unguided missiles,
doing exactly what they ever wanted,
and I
would really like to be one of them.
 
In the shower,
behind the steam curtain,
there are two couples making love,
and I
envy them
how they are making love breathless devoted to sex,
gobbling, hurrying, like in FedEx.
And I
would like to be one of them.
They're making love like unguided missiles,
doing exactly what they ever wanted,
and I
would really like to be one of them.
 

Don't walk next to me

Don't write to me your love notes
Don't look for dates with me
Better bring your friend on a date with me
 
Don't walk next to me
Don't look at me with such sad eyes
Anyway your friend is better
Alhough you are more beautiful than she is
 
Do you remember how we walked together once?
How I kissed you at sunset?
And then I met your friend
So try to undrestand...
 
Don't walk next to me
Don't look at me with such sad eyes
Anyway your friend is better
Alhough you are more beautiful than she is
 
I can't wait for the night
It seems I'll get married soon, guys
Your friend promised to give me her heart
 
Don't walk next to me
Don't look at me with such sad eyes
Anyway your friend is better
Alhough you are more beautiful than she is
 

I am here

I know you're looking for much but try to stop
For just a moment look around
We live our lives like we're a factory's trash
While somebody sorts us, keeps us going
Chooses if we're good or bad and throws us away
And we listen to the instructions of the crazy voices
Powerless like boats in the storm
And no one to remember how to drive it
Nobody remembers to think with his head
We let the programs tell us what's going on
We're looking at a screen to get to know someone
We sit across the street, and we're so far away
Repeated phrases lose their sense
The best ones are used again and again
No one is trying to say something new
It's easier for everyone to stay away
Let's go out for a while, where there's action
To see the reality outside of newspaper articles
To hear firsthand how things are
So let's go back to the old ideals
 
Refrain
If I'm needed -- I am here, a little imagination -- I am here
If you think it's late and when it's over -- I am here
If they want to get you back and they're lying -- I am here
And when everything stops -- I'll be there again
 
If I'm needed -- I am here, a little imagination -- I am here
If you think it's late and when it's over -- I am here
If they want to get you back and they're lying -- I am here
Until the wounds are closed -- I'll always be there
 
I'm the fifth element of music, turn up the speakers
Come out of the closet, let the sound come with you
Try to bother (them) again, because the system is destroyed
Life is complex but I can regulate
Feel the madman's pulse, don't be afraid, get up
You spent a lot of time at the edge of the cliff
Forget the soap operas and the hooks
To own the streets is the evidence you're the king
Suspicious eyes narrowed their view, many are confused
Tell a judge about it before he dies
Our brain is programmed to get instructed
Their lies are balm for deadened functions
There are new factions, a revolution on the tape
DJafe Selasije defends the soul of the nation
For all the lost ideals and the state of hibernation
Brings you the right 'mental editorials'
Be patient, follow me, without panic
Go out there get out of your shoes faster
To share the inventory of truth
Because time flies fast and out habits are bad
 
Refrain
If I'm needed -- I am here, a little imagination -- I am here
If you think it's late and when it's over -- I am here
If they want to get you back and they're lying -- I am here
And when everything stops -- I'll be there again
 
If I'm needed -- I am here, a little imagination -- I am here
If you think it's late and when it's over -- I am here
If they want to get you back and they're lying -- I am here
Until the wounds are closed -- I'll always be there
 

Story of a flower

This flower is me
I finally bloomed beautiful
Before to anyone else
I wanted to show myself to you
I'm by the window
On an unknown space
I place myself softly
Will you notice me?
Taking my hand
Will you say that I'm beautiful?
Or else...
 
I remember the things of that day
We passed each other in the middle of the drizzle
My chest was beating shaking passionately
That day I learned that this was love
Since then, since then
I cried thinking of you
 
This flower is me
I finally bloomed beautiful
It's the first love
By all means
I want to tell it to your chest
Tomorrow morning
Look at me standing outside the window
If my flower withers
I'll give up
Instead
If you like me...
 
If you understand my feelings
I want you to say that I'm a cute flower
I wait to believe that
I'm moved to tears lately
The flower by the window, the flower by the window
Blooms thinking of you
 

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