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Farewell of Slavianka

Arise for faith, o Russian land!
We composed many a song in our heart,
Glorifying the native land.
We loved you no matter what,
You, our holy Russian land.
You raised your head high,
Your face was shining like the sun.
But you've become a victim of betrayal –
by those who have cheated and sold you!
 
CHORUS:
And again in march trumpet calls us.
We all stand in order
And go to the holy battle.
 
Arise for faith, o Russian land!
The saints awaits Russia's victory.
Respond, o Orthodox host!
Where is your Ilya¹, where is your Dobrynya²?
Mother Homeland is summoning her sons.
We will stand all together under the gonfalons³.
And go, praying, as a procession,
For the right cause of Russia
We will shed Russian blood honestly.
 
CHORUS:
And again in march trumpet calls us.
We all stand in order
And go to the holy battle.
 
Arise for faith, o Russian land!
We are all children of a great empire,
We all remember the commandments of our fathers:
For the Homeland, Honor, Glory,
Pity neither yourself nor the enemy.
Arise, Russia, from your prison of slavery,
Victory's spirit is called: time to do battle!
Rise your battle flags
For Faith, Love, and Good.
 
CHORUS:
And again in march trumpet calls us.
We all stand in order
And go to the holy battle.
 

Anthem to Veryga

Veryga, you our Veryga,
Why you punishes us like this?
And showing to thirsty man the fig,
And still it's hard in this road.
 
Where's that angry and revenge,
I am shaking like leaf,
You made like Guardian angel,
Released over our heads.
 
Veryga, you our Veryga
Enlightened, fragile flower
We'll write you in the book
You are new Seimas' star
 
So long nightmare road,
How many times you're going to torture us?
When will be end of river of insurance,
You have, Veryga, heart?
 
We'll drink pure Water,
Okay, that you think of us.
Veryga, you our Veryga,
Everything like in the past, will no longer exist.
 
Veryga, you our Veryga,
You are Karbauskis' son.
We will drive to buy to Riga,
There cheaper all beer.
 

Maid's Life

One, two, three.
 
Every day I wake up early.
I live away from my work.
When I get back from it, I usually want my sofa.
 
There are always loads of orders for me:
I mop and wax the floor,
But people find fault with my cleaning no matter what.1
 
I'd like to see my boss put herself in my shoes
So I could laugh my head off at her.
I'm just imagining my little boss
Doing the laundry for me.
 
My workmate decided to put in
Hair extensions.
She spent her extra cash on them instead of paying her installments.2
 
Both of my boss' daughters,
The spoiled one and the smart one,
Only care about exploiting me, they aren't worth anything.
 
I'd like to see my boss put herself in my shoes
So I could laugh my head off at her.
I'm just imagining her, the singer,
Clearing the dinner service for me.
 
I live life as a maid, my work starts at seven.
On the weekends, I usually wear high heels and hope for the best.
Someday I'll buy an apartment and become a socialite.
With self-esteem, I'll travel with my date.
 
I live life as a maid, my work starts at seven.
On the weekends, I usually wear high heels and hope for the best.
Someday I'll buy an apartment and become a socialite.
With self-esteem, I'll travel with my date.
 
Every day I wake up early.
I live away from my work.
When I get back from it, I usually want my sofa.
 
There are always loads of orders for me:
I mop and wax the floor,
But people find fault with my cleaning no matter what.1
 
I'd like to see my boss put herself in my shoes
So I could laugh my head off at her.
I'd like to see my boss put herself in my shoes
So I could laugh my head off at her.
 
I live life as a maid, my work starts at seven.
On the weekends, I usually wear high heels and hope for the best.
Someday I'll buy an apartment and become a socialite.
With self-esteem, I'll travel with my date.
 
I live life as a maid, my work starts at seven.
On the weekends, I usually wear high heels and hope for the best.
Someday I'll buy an apartment and become a socialite.
With self-esteem, I'll travel with my date.
 

• But people are always critical about my cleaning no matter what.
• 2. This sentence is already long. I can't and couldn't word it better here.

The Father Of The Land

The greatest of all artists
With profound understanding of science, arts and musics,
And whose hundreds of verses are as profound as a lotus.
As long as rain from the sky
Is making every tree blossom well,
We will know how to love harmony for the father of the Thai nation.
The nation pays respect to its father,
Because this country has fortune with its King.
The entire nation praises
And pays respect to Bhumibhol, the Great King.
 
To pay respect to the King, the heart of the entire Thai nation,
The Great King who excels in sports.
Developing communication, alternative energies to solve problems,
Royal rain from the sky for the peasants,
The Thai people is glad to have such luck.
He brought us Sufficiency Econony to nourish our lifes,
It is a philosophy that strikes in both earth and sky,
All Thais are proud to be Thais
Because of Bhumibhol, who protects the Thais.
 
To pay respect to the King, the heart of the entire Thai nation,
The Great King who excels in sports.
Developing communication, alternative energies to solve problems,
Royal rain from the sky for the peasants,
The Thai people is glad to have such luck.
He brought us Sufficiency Econony to nourish our lifes,
It is a philosophy that strikes in both earth and sky,
All Thais are proud to be Thais
Because of Bhumibhol, who protects the Thais.
All Thais are proud to be Thais
Because of Bhumibhol, who protects the Thais.
 

Knife in the skull!

[Shouts]
Infantry! Infantry!
I've been called up for warring,
But, at the most important moment, who would've thought
My rifle'd have ended up jamming1?!
With determination, the order was to kill.
I hung the enemy's skin up on the flagpole.
This is why I'm called Knife in the Skull.
It's Knife, it's Knife, it's Knife in the Skull.
Patrol, patrol, patrol all night long
In the jungles, at wars, in the Mendanha and Madureira neighborhoods
Hear, hear the Skull's laughter!:
Yahaha, yahahahaha, yahaha, yahahahaha.
Woooh...!
 

• 1. Or malfunctioning. It's when one's gun stops working perfectly.

The Fieldjagers

Jagers! Brave, though and free!
Quickly take up the gun
Everyone of you is a brave hero
The enemy approaches, take positions
For the beloved fatherland!
 
Add to our forces
Also your battlebanner.
From: Oder, Weichfel, Niemen, Mein,
From: Elbe, Donau, Lech and Rhijn,
We are the heroes here.
 
Fraternize with heart and will
Fraternize with bravery
You bind with them the strongest bond
You bind the case to the fatherland
From God, from good and blood
 
Not to conquer their lord marched
Far away from home
The Scandalous tyranny
The french you may fight
The battle is worth fighting (2x)
 
Join the formation,
Orange goes first,
Destroy with them the hatred
That is still present in our land
Break through their lines
 
God’s blessing you will get
May it help you on the battlefield
Think: even if it costs all your precious blood
Freedom is of highest importance
Do not forget their life (2x)
 
So, brave jager, though and free
No matter how sad your girl will be
Nothing will stop your fire
Be brave! Death or Victory!
The enemy must be broken! (5x)
 

Anthem of San Escobar

This is San Escobar and these are its people
This is San Escobar, it’s our country, it’s our paradise!
This is San Escobar and these are its people
It’s our country, it’s our paradise - this is San Escobar!
 
Even though our history is short
We create it right from scratch
In our veins flows tequila
With faith and honesty
 
Even though our land is small
We have a lot of potential
Despite the low number of citizens
The missing signs of power are just a semblance
 
This is San Escobar and these are its people
This is San Escobar, it’s our country, it’s our paradise!
This is San Escobar and these are its people
It’s our country, it’s our paradise - this is San Escobar!
 
You won’t see us on the map
But we don’t worry
Today people talk about us on the net
Crowds want to visit our land
 
There no wars in our country
We don’t engage in bad things
But we’re glad to help
Our allies and friends
 
This is San Escobar and these are its people
This is San Escobar, it’s our country, it’s our paradise!
This is San Escobar and these are its people
It’s our country, it’s our paradise - this is San Escobar!
 
We’ll build a fleet for you
And even cannons and planes
Our gratitude is endless
We don’t try to make business
 
We don’t create any barriers
All guests are our brothers
There are no visas, no guards
Let the world hear about us!
 
This is San Escobar and these are its people
This is San Escobar, it’s our country, it’s our paradise!
This is San Escobar and these are its people
It’s our country, it’s our paradise - this is San Escobar!
 
You’re all welcome, you can come
A flight to us costs just two pesos
And from every other country
You can come underground
 
Others may have oil fields,
gas pipelines, big banks
In our land we have national pride
Cos we have no taxes at all!
 
This is San Escobar and these are its people
This is San Escobar, it’s our country, it’s our paradise!
This is San Escobar and these are its people
It’s our country, it’s our paradise - this is San Escobar!
 
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Under our feet

Under our feet a highway white
To Latvia it leads.
To Latvia, where a ruthless enemy,
Sows death over the fields.
 
We're marching bravely and pridely,
And rifles are on our shoulders,
And the names of our ancient heroes,
comes, like a heritage with us.
 
We're coming soon, Latvia, wait!
And we'll bring freedom to You
Which is dear to us!
(x2) And we're going and going and running and rushing
Too late we musn't be!
 
One thought burns in our heart
To stand for father land!
And make the ruthless enemy
To pay for everything!
 
We'll make our rifles blaze then,
And grenade throwers yell,
But we'll have to spite death,
Call echoes to whistles of bullets!
 
We believe in three Latvia's stars,
May they shine in fire, forever!
(x2) And we're going and going to forward we're running
Too late we musn't be!
 

Khamkhama (Armenian folk dance)

Hey, Kham-khama, Kham-khama
I saw the girl and lost my mind
I am the first, she is the second
Jaralo*, jaralo, oh! jaralo
 
Hey, Kham-khama, Kham-khama
I saw the girl and lost my mind, oh!
I am here, she has gone
That's a pity, jaralo, oh! jaralo
 
Hey, Kham-khama, Kham-khama
I saw the girl and lost my mind, oh!
I am here, she is above
She became cheerful, jay-jaylo
 

Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy

We hear the echo of the old parade,
We dream of the routes of the main attack,
Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy
In the soldier's heart - you are, my Moscow.
 
We have reached honestly our suffered victory,
Betrayed to a holy consanguinity,
In every new home, in every new song
Remember those who left for the battle for Moscow.
 
Gray overcoats. Russian talents.
Shining of blue of unbiased eyes
On the plains of snow young cadets are standing.
Immortality began. Life was broken off.
 
I do not need anything in this ancient world -
Just that in the hard times you will be alive,
Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy,
In every Russian heart you, you are, my Moscow.
Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy
In every Russian heart you, you are, my Moscow.
 
Everything what happened, our children will remember,
All that we have lost, and what have saved for them,
I wish you to remain the best on the planet,
The most fair and just city of the Earth.
 
Quivering looks of our old streets,
Strict lyrics of our young songs,
Moscow, you're my hope, Moscow, you're my joy
In each of our hearts you are, my Moscow.
 
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Long Have We Suffered

:,: Long have we suffered hunger and cold,
Fighting in the Balkan mountains. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 
:,: The music played as our boys marched,
on the walls of Gornij Dubnjak. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 
:,: Boys lie buried in the Balkan sands,
On the other side of the Danube. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 
:,: If our bodies die, our souls remain
a heritage for our beloved fatherland. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 
:,: Hooray, now our company is heading home,
To the sweet shores of Finland! :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 

The Road Is Hard to Walk On

The road is hard to walk on and the rifle is heavy to carry.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei, 1
And the rifle is heavy to carry!
 
When you don't know whom to give your heart.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
To give your heart!
 
The doctor turned and the medic twisted and the boy was found fit.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
And the boy was found fit!
 
The boy was made into a conscript in the crown troops.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
A conscript!
 
And the civilians they don't know the value of that soldier.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
The value of that soldier!
 
In the eyes of girls the soldier is worth ten civilians.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
Worth ten civilians!
 

• 1. This part is just pig latin

Eid

Eid .. oh how beautiful is Eid!
We'll collect more and more money
Be smart and plan ahead!
 
Revisit with different clothes, everyone is busy, they won't notice
Revisit them, revisit them, revisit them
And be cool
Revisit, as it's your first time
Revisit, as you haven't take money before
Revisit and repeat
Act as a new person
 
Eid .. We'll visit grandma
I wish she doesn't discover the trick, otherwise it will be bad!
Revisit, as you haven't take money before
Revisit, as it's your first time
Revisit and repeat
Act as a new person
 
Revisit .. Revisit and have courage
Repeat repeat, and if they caught you!
Show them that puppy face
Revisit, as it's your first time
Revisit, as you haven't take money before
Revisit and repeat
Act as a new person
 
“Whatever troubles that soul is reflected, magically, in the poetry. Reading Arabic poetry, therfore, is not an idle excercise. It is a trip inside the Arab soul.”

Cossacks

We like to live deep in the woods,
to go and sleep on the hard ground.
{With a thousand voices, the forest tells us
to go for the big adventure} (x2)
 
La la la...
 
We like to live on horseback
in the plains of the Caucasus.
{Carried away by their rapid gallop,
we race faster than Pegasus} (x2)
 
La la la...
 
We like to live near the bonfire
and sing under the stars.
{With a thousand sparkles, the moonlit night tells us
to be merry when nothing veils the sky} (x2)
 
La la la...
 
We like to live freely,
drink vodka and eat pirozhki,
{dance and laugh in the whole regiment
and parade through conquered villages} (x2)
 
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Life in one hundred and twelve words.

Cradle. Nappies. Cry. Fall.
Word. Step. Doctor. Cold.
Brother. Toys. Running around.
Backyard. Swings. Kinder garden.
 
School. Two. Three. Five. Sad.
Ball. Trip-up. Plaster. Bed.
Fight. Broken nose. Blood.
Friends. Get together. Show off. Yard.
 
Institute. Bushes. Spring.
Summer. Semester. Behind on everything.
Gin and ice. Beer. Vodka.
Coffee. Semester. Diploma.
 
Romanticism. Love. Starlight.
Hands. Lips. Sleepless nights.
Wedding. In laws. Trap. Freedom end.
Argument. Club. Glass.Friends.
 
Home. Work.
Home. Family.
Sun. Summer.
Snow. Winter.
 
Son. Cradle.Nappies.
Bed. Lover. Stress.
Business. Money. Plan. Setback.
Soap operas. TV set.
 
Summer house. Zucchini. Sour cherry.
Migraine. Glasses. Grey hair.
Grandson. Cradle. Nappies.
Bed. Blood pressure. Stress.
 
Doctor. Heart. Kidneys. Bones.
Speeches. Coffin. Farewell. Cry. Gone.
 

Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne

Versions: #3
I will go to the valley
I will look into the sky
And with a motley scarf
My plaits I'll tie.
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
My plaits I'll tie.
 
Where now would I look
Into the friends eyes,
A cherished, dear song
To sing for him tonight?
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
To sing for him tonight?.
 
But doesn't bring any joy
Beauty to my soul.
I became so different,
Not the same at all.
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Not the same at all.
 
I will go to the valley
I will look into the sky
And with a motley scarf
My plaits I'll tie.
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
Ay, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne,
My plaits I'll tie.
 

If My Lord Asks Me

If my Lord asks me 'Have you shyness in disobeying me?'
You conceal your sins from my creation and with sins you come to me
 
So how will I answer? O woe to me and who shall protect me?
I keep averting my soul with thoughts of hope from time to time
 
And I forget what is to come after death and after I am shrouded
As if I am guaranteed life (eternally) and that death will not come to me
 
And when the severe stupor of death overtakes me, who will protect me?
I looked at the faces, is there not from among them who will ransom me
 
I will be asked regarding what I've prepared in my life to save me (on the Day of Judgement)
Then how will I answer after I've neglected my religion?
 
Woe to me! Did I not hear the Speech of Allah inviting me?
Did I not hear what came in the chapters of Qaaf and Yasin?
 
Did I not hear about the Day of Gathering, the Day of Assemble, and the Day of Judgement?
Did I not hear the crier of death inviting me, calling me?
 
So O my Lord, a slave (turning to you) I have repented so who then shall shelter me?
Except a Lord extensive in forgiveness - to the truth He will guide me
 
I have come to you (in repentance) so have mercy on me, and make heavy my scales (with good deeds)
And lighten my account - You are the best of who will bring me to account
 
Maryam

This South-Moravia is surely a beautiful land

There, where the warm wind blows,
the darkness already dims the stars,
the air smells like pear trees
the most beautiful land.
A little lad half-asleep,
he brought the horses out from the stable.
We perceive the world in moments,
the Moravian land is beautiful.
 
Moravia is a beautiful land,
in which I am born,
and in her I was brought up,
raised by my mother.
She took me to her
maternal heart, to her my life shall be dedicated.
 
This South-Moravia is surely a beautiful land,
covered in vineyards.
This South-Moravia
is surely a beautiful land,
covered in vineyards.
 
Where the river Morava hurriedly flows,
there, where the wonderful people sing beautiful songs.
The maidens are beautiful there, tender like flowers,
there is my home, the only one.
 
When the sun goes down behind the peaks of Pálava
I remember how the youth went by so fast.
I only have one wish, after all I love Moravia,
in this beautiful land I would like to sleep.
 
This South-Moravia is surely a beautiful land,
covered in vineyards.
This South-Moravia
is surely a beautiful land,
covered in vineyards.
 
Everywhere, where the vineyards
cover the Moravian land,
there till this day in the villages
a lad will sing with his kin.
 

The most beautiful land

The most beautiful land, you already know
It's called the Soviet Union
And I come from it
I'm called Natascha
 
Here are great rivers and mountains and much forest
Where palm trees grow it's hot, it's cold on the Ice Sea
Here is a capital city with underground trains
People look at every station like at a castle made of gold and marble
 
We have so big candies and awesome waffle ice cream
Also apples as big as pumpkins, as everybody knows
We also have a Spasski-tower with a red star
Which glows even in the night and everyone likes it
 
The most beautiful land, you already know
It's called the Soviet Union
And I come from it
I'm called Natascha
 
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I WILL CHERISH YOU

i will cherish you with this lullaby
i will rock you to rest on a fine cloth mesh
i will soothe you to sleep with a gentle sway
in a short while, you'll soon be at rest
(Chorus)
my aching heart - it hurts so much.
with a pain so intense that i cry
o Lord, please shower me with nurture
it is pitiful if i were to die.
 
and as soon as i know that you're sound asleep
i will cover your face with my handkerchief
so no fly will land on your tender face
and you'll enjoy your slumber in peace
(Chorus)
and when you are awake from your restful sleep
i'll be right there to hold you so you don't weep
and i'll cuddle you as a little child
so you could see my wonderful smile
(Chorus)
 

khaab

Ya Nabi Salam Alayk
Ya Rasool Salam Alayk
Ya Nabi Salam Alayk
Ya Rasool Salam Alayk
Salawa Tula Alayk
Ya Rasool Salam Alayk
Ya Nabi Salam Alayk
Ya Habib Salam Alayk
 
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Purnoor fiza waa'n
Aaqa da mohalla
Jenu arsh nu aala
 
Kadi aan Farishte
Kadi jaan Farishte
Sade azlon jud gaye
Aaqa nal rishte
Oh karma'n nal weda
Palkan nal chumda'n jaawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
 
Rab le gaya menu
Jado Shaher Madine
Ek Haji laya Menu kut ke sine
Kadi piwan Zamzam Kadi pada'n Namazan
Meri pahonch jetho tak
Mein deya Niyazan
Rab sohne pal wich suneya
Mere dil diya'n sab Duawaan
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
 
Aaqa da weda palkan di dhari
Dil kare guzara othe umar mein sari
Kaabe de chakkar mein le paj paj ke
Mein Hajre Aswad chumeya raj raj ke
Mere sir te Rabb ne kitiya'n
Rehmat diya'n thandiya'n chhawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
 
Oh Soniya'n Galiya'n wich Rehmat Rabb di
Mera Aaqa Sohna gal sunda sab di
Mere amal di chadar utte daag hazara'n
Kis maan te waaja'n Tere karam nu maara'n
Kede Munh naal bakhshish manga
Menu aandhiya'n baat haya-aa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
 
Chup reh ke begaya Roze de nede
Hoya Noor da channan Mere dil de wede
Fir Supna tuteya Oho kachi kulli
Mein ropeya sa'dat Meri akh kyun khulli
Fir Aaqa sadya dar te
Hoiyan dil diya'n puriya chawa'n
 
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Purnoor fiza waa'n
Aaqa da mohalla
Jenu arsh nu aala
 
Kadi aan Farishte
Kadi jaan Farishte
Sade azlon jud gaye
Aaqa nal rishte
Oh karma'n nal weda
Palkan nal chumda'n jaawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
Ek Khwab Sunawa'n
 

The Gossip woman

What happens to people who're meddle so much in our lives
What happens to people who criticize behind our backs.
What happens to people who're meddle so much in our lives
What happens to people who criticize behind our backs.
 
Fuck you!, why do you meddle in my life if I don't owe you nothing?
Fuck you!, why do you meddle in my life if I don't owe you nothing?
 
What happens is that you're lazy and a gossip woman.
change your life 'cuz I don't know what's happening.
 
What happens is that you're lazy and a gossip woman.
change your life 'cuz I don't know what's happening.
 
What happens to people who're meddle so much in our lives
What happens to people who criticize behind our backs.
What happens to people who're meddle so much in our lives
What happens to people who criticize behind our backs.
 
Fuck you!, why do you meddle in my life if I don't owe you nothing?
Fuck you!, why do you meddle in my life if I don't owe you nothing?
 
What happens is that you're lazy and a gossip woman.
change your life 'cuz I don't know what's happening.
 
What happens is that you're lazy and a gossip woman.
change your life 'cuz I don't know what's happening.
 
you'll pluck the hair, you'll bite the tongue,
but by gossip woman, you'll get nothing.
you'll pluck the hair, you'll bite the tongue,
but by gossip woman, crone you'll be forever.
 
you'll pluck the hair, you'll bite the tongue,
but by gossip woman, you'll get nothing.
you'll pluck the hair, you'll bite the tongue,
but by gossip woman, crone you'll be forever.
 

I adore You

I adore You, You're the meaning of my existence
I adore You, and there's nothing else I can say.
Your love can overcome any obstacle, O Worthy Jesus, I adore You.
I adore You, You put an end to all the sufferings,
I adore You, my hymns are sung,
Your love is endless, O Worthy Jesus, I adore You.
 
I adore You, Father of mankind,
I adore You, Solace of the afflicted,
Your love is the banner of faith, O Worthy Jesus, I adore You.
I adore You, on the cross of the disgrace,
I adore You, in the flames of fire,
Your love is connected with the sacraments, O Worthy Jesus, I adore You.
 
I adore You, the pain perseveres
I adore You, You lift up the defeated.
Your love made my heart redeem, O Worthy Jesus, I adore You.
I adore You, You are my dearest friend,
I adore You, even in difficulty,
You love is the greatest thing, O Worthy Jesus, I adore You.
 
«Man is nothing but a reed, the weakest thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed» B. Pascal

I Am Full of Joy

Versions: #2
I was singing my heart out
About the wonders of my Papa Yahweh*
He removed the darkness from me
He delivered me from all sin
 
My Papa is faithful
He would never abandon me
I have nothing to fear
Because Yahweh freed me
 
I am full of joy
A joy so great
I am emotional
Because Yahweh freed me
 

At the Clear Fountain

At the clear fountain,
I go for a walk
I found the beautiful water
In which I bathed
 
Refrain :
It's been a long time ever since I loved you
Yet I never forgot you
 
Underneath the oak tree leaves,
I dry myself
On top of a very high branch,
A nightingale sings
 
Refrain
 
Sing, nightingale, sing,
You who has a happy heart
You have a laughing heart,
Me, I cried
 
Refrain
 
I had lost my love,
Which I shouldn't have deserved
For a bouquet of roses,
In which I refused her
 
[Refrain]
 
I would like just one rose
Still, another rose
And for my fresh love
Still, I love again1
 

• 1. Other version : And That of the Same Rose / At the Sea, Still Thrown.

I would like to be a magpie

I would like to be a magpie and fly
to this window to tell you a word,
but I would not that you put me in a cage.
And that you immediately came - from inside - to call me:
- Come, Marotta mine, come Cola! 1
But I would) not that you put me in a cage.
 
And I would come back to being a man
as I was before, hoping to find you alone,
but I would not that you put me in a cage.
And then, I would go back to be a cat
to go down the trapdoor,
but I would that one thing was done to me. ..
 

• 1. one Neapolitan surname and a typical Neapolitan name, used as names for birds

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Ned's Newt

There once was a boy who wanted a pet
when he got to the store that was all what he get
He brought it home with a little surprise
 
The new one lay there like he weren't alive
The Pet Store Owner knew what's to do
he gave the boy a can Zippo for Newt
 
Ned's Newt he's all the monkees [?]
Ned's Newt with some percussions [?]
Ned's Newt he's where the fun is yeah
 
Ned's Newt he's the normest baby
Ned's Newt so doubts disasters baby [?]
Ned's Newt he's where the fun is yeah
 
Yes
 

Who are these young men?

Who are these young men,
that march through the village?
Who are these young men,
whose faces shine so brightly?
 
They are young partisans
of an unbreakable spirit,
they are young partisans,
fighters of the new world.
 
Who are these young women,
who carry guns on their shoulders,
who are these young women,
are they truly afraid of nothing?
 
They are young partisans,
who've heard their hearts' calling,
they are young partisans,
they've left their fear at home.
 
What young army is this,
that has sung through the village?
What young army is this,
different than others before?
 
This is our real army,
this is our great power,
this is the partisan army,
that announces daybreak with a song!
 

Three-Inch Heaven

Lyrics:
(I’ve) stopped here, not daring to continue onward,
Letting sorrow unable to make its appearance.
The handwritten farewell message that you wrote on the next page,
I have no choice but to accept it.
We walked on this path too hastily.
Holding on to desires which are not even realistic.
(We)didn’t have time (and) couldn’t wait to look back and admire,
The fragrance of Magnolia cannot mask the wounds.
 
I stopped looking at the sunlight penetrating through the clouds in the sky.
I stopped looking for the promised Heaven.
No longer sighing over what you said about the transient affairs in the mortal world are ever-changing.
The three-inch sunlight that cannot be borrowed.
 
(I’ve) stopped here, not daring to continue onward
Letting sorrow unable to make its appearance.
The handwritten farewell message that you wrote on the next page,
I have no choice but to accept it.
We walked on this path too hastily.
Holding on to desires which are not even realistic.
(We) didn’t have time (and) couldn’t wait to look back and admire,
The fragrance of Magnolia cannot mask the wounds.
 
I stopped looking at the sunlight penetrating through the clouds in the sky.
I stopped looking for the promised Heaven.
No longer sighing over what you said about the transient affairs in the mortal world are ever-changing.
The three-inch sunlight that cannot be borrowed.
 
I stopped looking at the sunlight penetrating through the clouds in the sky.
I stopped looking for the promised Heaven.
No longer sighing over what you said about the transient affairs in the mortal world are ever-changing.
The three-inch sunlight that cannot be borrowed.
 
That Heaven is the place where I loved you once before.
 
ALL THE MUSIC,ALL THE LYRICS

Nenni

David.
This actually is a very very old Turkish song, sang for hundreds of years to put the babies to sleep.. Such songs are called 'nenni' or 'ninni' on some regions. The words in the section of video you posted goes as follows:
 
A benim Nenni de belalım
küçükten yar seveni
leylı de yar loylu da yar
loy loy loy
cennete gönderseler
a benim nenni de kınalım nenni de belalım nenni de nenni
cennete gönderseler
a benim nenni de kınalım nenni de belalım nenni de nenni
 
The above could be translated as :
oh my Nenni troublesome
who loves the little ones
leylı darling loylu darling
loy loy loy
should be sent to heaven
oh my nenni with hena nenni troublesome nenni de nenni
should be sent to heaven
oh my nenni with hena nenni troublesome nenni de nenni
 

My Heel

Nowhere did the grass grow,
My heel stepped in shit
 
Osh osh, moo, moo, the stew is not there anymore...
 
I come out of the outhouse at around 3
Cluck-cluck, dada, pipi, pipi, pi.. (rooster noises)
The birds and planes fly,
In Athens this flu is brewing
Come now dear raise your left leg,
To let Lilich kiss your shin...
 
(I will buy you mints and a pearl necklace!)
 
Nowhere did the grass grow,
My heel stepped in shit
 
Oy, dada, Oy-da, oyda, oyda, oyda,
Oy, dada, oydaaaaaa, dadadada
 
Meow, meow, shitz, shitz, shitz
Bird's flu is coming in you,
Cabbage, lettuce, kale and flu
For Macedonian Ayvar pepper...
 
A gold ring, a chain around the neck
The heel is representing the Croatians (Eurovision reference)...
 
I'll drink, I'll get drunk.
I'll fight with Luchich
 
Nowhere did the grass grow,
My heel stepped in shit
 
Oyda, da, oyda, oyda oyda....
Oyda, dadada
 

Unknown

O House Where are the kings of the earth where the Persians ..... and Amalia
Where are those who protected it by Qena and Al-Turas ......... and Amwaliya
She saw them rebuilt under the ground lesson ... and Amwalia
Scott after the eloquence of their tongues ... and Ammalia
 
The houses where you were after you studied ..... O Moya
No ruin for the wedding or the wedding
Where are your eyes? How are the Persians?
The control and tongues of the marshes are concrete ...
 
From the paper of the people of Al-Baha Al-Haskal came from me
But my mind is with the kindness of my time
O eyes of my beloved with a look of time from me
On my head and my heart and my heart
Da ordered for the good time of my time
 
Ahif, who is the sword of the moment
With his hand he sung the night and Jah Rihna
Rama eyelash arrow cut between our arms
Ahh on my gift in love, my enemy
Kwani abandoned me and patience on Uday
Wa'el Wasaf and Wafi in Al-Menna and Uday
From the free of your hieroglyphs, and from the fire of the air