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Valerie

Sweet Valerie
you should not play around.
I could not love you more
than this,
than this,
my darling—
my darling.
 
You see me watching you
through half-closed eyes.
You will not go out
never and never again
from my heart,
from my heart,
my darling—
my darling.
 
I will hold on to the memory
of your kisses.
You will remember
all of my sighs.
 
Mine!
 
Sweet Valerie
you should not play around.
I could not love you more
than this,
than this,
my darling—
my darling.
 

Cursed prison

In my life I went through showers,
poverty, orphanhood and occupation,
but I wasn't afraid in those hours,
as I was afraid of prison.
 
Cursed prison, door cursed,
I saw you, I tried you, where to be exorcised.
 
When you fall inside they refuse you
acquaintances and friends and relatives
and whatever you did, for them, it's forgotten
and they don't ask, (if) you die, you live.
 
Cursed prison, door cursed,
I saw you, I tried you, where to be exorcised.
 
And I didn't want such lots,
but let some soul look
and now I'm going out, full of wrinkles
to walk in life.
 
Cursed prison, door cursed,
I saw you, I tried you, where to be exorcised.
 

Ménilmontant

Ménilmontant, that's right madam,
That's where I left my heart,
That's where I come to rediscover my soul,
All my passion,
All my happiness.
 
When I see again my small church
Where the weddings went merrily
I see again my old gray house
Where even the breeze
Speaks of times gone by.
They tell me
As in the past
Lovely stories
Sunny days spent, I see you again,
A meeting place,
Music.
Dreamy eyes, an entire novel
An entire novel of poetic and poignant love
Ménilmontant!
 
instr...
 
Ménilmontant, that's right madam,
That's where I left my heart,
That's where I come to rediscover my soul,
All my passion,
All my happiness.
 
When I see again my little railway station
Where the trains used to happily call
I hear still in the hullabaloo
Strange words
Words of farewell.
I am not a poet
But I get emotional
And in my head
There are memories never lost
One winter's evening
Music
Dreamy eyes, yours Mother,
An entire novel of poetic and poignant love.
 
Ménilmontant!
An entire novel of poetic and poignant love
Ménilmontant!
 

What are we waiting for to be happy?

What are we waiting for to be happy?
What are we waiting for to party?
The way is ready
The sky is blue
There are songs in the grand piano
There is hope in everyone's eyes
And smiles in every dimple
Joy is looking out for us
It's wonderful
What are we waiting for to be happy?
 
What are we waiting for to be happy?
What are we waiting for to party?
There are hazelnuts
In the sunken lane
There are grapes, red ones, white ones, blue ones
Butterflies leave by two
And the millipede puts on his socks
The skylarks
Confess to each other
What are we waiting for
What are we waiting for
What are we waiting for to be happy?
 

Dung Beetle

I’m waiting in a marble hall under a crystal chandelier
Falling asleep like an anesthetized patient in an operating room
Bank accountants examine all my shortcomings
I slip behind dusty ficuses in this deadly silence
 
It was Monday and my strength was already running low
It was Monday and I was thinking of Sunday
 
I’m sipping my free coffee from a cup on the flower deck
Pale faces bear the message: It’s going to be ready soon! Just a moment more!
I get it—the general manager was struck down by a butterfly
And then his shoelace snapped and he hasn’t arrived yet
So I’m kinda ashamed for feeling nothing but anger, but I can’t and don’t want to help it!
I’m like a dung beetle, rolling his ball of dung angrily on
 
And a cardboard family stood motionlessly amidst the orchids
Life-sized, a role model of lifetime happiness
The woman—a sourpuss who’s always envious unless she’s asleep
And the man dreaming of a deserted island and a crate of beers
Both of them smiling forcibly, wearing branded sweatpants,
Squeezing their kids in a life ring of a hug
And I’m slowly running out of air…
 
It was Monday and my strength was already running low
It was Monday and I was thinking of Sunday
 
Finally the gong went off
And my code flashed across the screen
But I sat unmoving, furiously staring at the tips of my shoes
Then I left for home, walking past the other banks and stores
And along the way, I bought you a small cactus, a big pizza and pistachios to go with it!
 
So I’m kinda ashamed for feeling nothing but love, but I can’t and don’t want to help it!
I’m like a dung beetle, rolling his ball of dung lovingly on
 

Vivaldi

Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
here they are taught from young
it's a classic like Vivaldi.
Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
Wants a BMW, wants a BMW, wants a BMW, wants an Audi
 
Chorus:
Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
here they are taught from young
it's a classic like Vivaldi.
 
This is a new import, cops don't check it
she wants a new nose, new lips
She seeks a new boss, that's new gossip
dums beat, kettledrums beat.
 
Every lady in a Micra, tells me
'Bro can I touch it' - touches,
I say 'Easy, the wife bursts quickly'
That's how it is, you easily get used to the good
 
Born in the panel, photos herself in hotels,
She's a vegan, but like the other hyenas
 
Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
here they are taught from young
it's a classic like Vivaldi.
 
All of her posts get reported,
she wants to be on Star Reporters,
She has balls in her pocket like on the court,
Her face is covered like a cake
 
I see your eyes are red, what is the strain
You like to travel, but have no stamps in the passport,
When the SUV comes, they cover your transport
I like that you're open, but you are a gate
 
Born in the panel, photos herself in hotels,
She's a vegan, but like the other hyenas
 
Wants a BMW, wants an Audi
or a Mercedes for a lot of grand
here they are taught from young
it's a classic like Vivaldi.
 

RV 630, 2. By tempting look. 3. The serpent hisses.

2. Recitative.
By tempting look this world deceives the eye,
but pierces hearts by hidden wounds.
Let us flee him who smiles, shun him who follows us,
for by skilfully displaying its pleasures, this world
overwhelms us by deceit.
 
3. Air.
The serpent hisses
among blossoms and colours,
uncoils itself and conceals the gall,
But after a furtive kiss,
a man maddened by love
often licks it like honey.
 

The escape

[Chorus]
Stuck, tight to you.
Nothing could stop me,
and I always wanted more.
Stuck, pressed up against me.
It's the age of all danger,
because we always want more.
Always more.
 
[verse 1]
For you I forgot all about it,
up to the name I've been given.
I would have left my country,
if you'd asked me to.
I would've left behind me,
the ones that even I believe in.
Just to get closer,
come and lose myself in your arms.
 
[Chorus]
Stuck, tight to you.
Nothing could stop me,
and I always wanted more.
Stuck, pressed up against me.
It's the age of all danger,
because we always want more.
Always more.
 
[Couplet two]
I had lied about my age,
to follow you through the bends
that you were taking violently
You know, I found you kinda wild.
When I, for you, I was escaping,
the escape, got me drunk.
I was running for a kiss,
that's the only way I existed.
 
[Chorus]
 

Birthday

My dear what a feeling does this day have
As if this birthday is the start of Spring
Balloons, candle, sweets and flowers
We put in our house, open the doors
Blow the candles quickly
When they bring the cake and put it on the table in front of you
Tea and cake and sweets bon apetit
Drink and eat
Papa and mama sacrifice themselves for you
Bring the Tar and Zarb (Persian guitar and drum)
And we will sing and dance with finesse
I hope that for one hundred years
All of your days will be with excitement and full of feelings
 

It's a Shame You Don't

It's a shame you don't reveal
or show any signs of weakness
It is the fear which leaves scars
From up close, you aren't willing
From up close, she isn't willing
 
Running away from your own thoughts
Your smile is crooked like a question mark
You're always curling up on time
And it's a shame you don't reveal
It's a shame you don't reveal
 
It's a shame you don't...
 
You said it's like a war
Night after night, same nausea
You don't believe any man in town
From up close, she isn't willing
It's a shame you don't reveal
 
It's a shame you don't...
 
Daddy said it's not so bad
Daddy said it's like a lollipop
 
It's a shame you don't...
 

Russia is my motherland!

When I go to Moscow,
Where the grass smells like mint,
Nature whispers to me with love
My treasured words.
In the distance, the dawn strip
Burns with an autumn flame.
My familiar birch
Speaks quietly to me.
 
Russia, Russia,
Native, free lands.
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
 
When sometimes I sail along the Volga
And the seagull curls behind the stern,
I look, I look at the shore for a long time
It doesn't part with me.
I wave a friendly hand,
And the shore is near,
And someone sings late over the river
In a split voice
 
Russia, Russia,
Native, free lands.
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
 
When a Moscow train
Takes me to distant places,
Bread is bowed to my belt.
The early star is blinking.
I went to the voice of the motherland.
How good you are, Russia!
I look around and hear in my heart,
Sings, sings, my soul.
 
Russia, Russia,
Native, free lands.
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my motherland!
 

Spring waltz

Day by day years fly by without much notice.
March after February melts out of focus.
Just yesterday blizzards came down howling,
And already snow in the fields is darkening.
 
La-la...
This winter has quite left us behind somehow.
 
So will spring go by with the rains and the first leaves.
Into the grey cloudy sky the sun its flames shall heave.
Just give a slight hand wave when by chance floats up a memory
Of the awakened river and birds insistent cry.
 
La-la...
This spring had run away from us.
 
Day by day life flies by without much notice.
March after February quietly melts out of focus.
Just yesterday blizzards came down howling,
What was it long ago then we failed in knowing?
 
La-la ...
Life, like a dream, it was and was not, it was ...
 

Duel of the Valiant

How sad my friends are
For what I'm about to sing
They were witnesses
To the tragedy at the altar
 
I recognized Erasmus to be
A serious and formal man
From the ranch of Mr. Renato
He was the best herdsman
 
Vincent was impulsive
But with a good heart
Eleanor, the flower of the village
Made him lose his mind
 
They found themselves face to face
Eleanor looked gorgeous
And when Vincent stopped her
He wanted to abuse her honor
 
But Eleanor answered,
'I have to belong to Erasmus
Your friend must be respected
You must know that.'
 
Vincent screamed violently,
'If you won't come with me
I swear to God, I'm not lying
You won't be with him either.'
 
Vincent, very boldly
Shot her two times
She fell dead, a senseless death
But she died a virgin
 
Then he went to look for Erasmus
And Erasmus answered him
And in that shootout
At last Vincent fell
 
In the shadow of a peach tree
I have to sing a corrido1
The one of Vincent and Erasmus
Great friends of the altar
 

• 1. A corrido is a narrative song and poetry, especially popular in Mexico, that forms a ballad, of which this song is an example.

The Airplane Graveyard

Versions: #1
Remember the view from the cape
And sunrise like a bright spot over the sea...
And all I have to see - is a little silly meaning only
I'll continue my flight later
 
Sorry for all my questions, but it becomes really heavy
Autumn goes rapidly, but winters last too long
The wind and the snow are consuming my parts.
Come on! Wherever we fly...
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Sometimes...
 
It's the city you want to leave as soon as possible
The songs of Polar Night come to me at night.
I'm cutting through the sky above the ice desert
I'm cutting through the sky in a dream...
 
Sorry for all my questions, but it becomes really heavy
Autumn goes rapidly, but winters last too long
The wind and the snow are consuming my parts.
Come on! Wherever we fly...
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Sometimes...
 
The airplane graveyard,
I'll never be the part of a great stories, so what...
The Sun will sink in the sea behind the some houses
Of course, I'll wake up soon
 
Sorry for all my questions, but it becomes really heavy
Autumn goes rapidly, but winters last too long
The wind and the snow are consuming my parts.
Come on! Wherever we fly...
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Remember, remember, remember, remember
Sometimes...
 

Come on

Hello hi, what's up with that dissatisfied pout
Why are you standing over there grumpily, arms crossed
When there are so many cool things in life
But you gotta reach for it, obviously
 
Come on, come on
It is now, it is here
Come on, come on
That's all I'm asking for
Come on, indulge in something that makes you feel good
 
I understand that life can feel bare now and then
And that everything feels like a heavy burden, too
But how can you go through life without a laughter
And not appreciate all the nice things that exist
 
Come on, come on
It is now, it is here
Come on, come on
That's all I'm asking for
Come on, indulge in something that makes you feel good
 
Come on, come on
It is now, it is here
Come on, come on
That's all I'm asking for
Come on, don't be a sorehead today
 
If the sun is shining you'll say 'Soon there will be rain'
On your vacation you'll complain 'It's over soon'
No matter what you're always looking for the negatives
My god, kick back and relax
 
Come on, come on
It is now, it is here
Come on, come on
That's all I'm asking for
Come on, indulge in something that makes you feel good
 
Come on, come on
It is now, it is here
Come on, come on
That's all I'm asking for
Come on, don't be a sorehead today
 

Step on the Flower

Step on the flower, step on the flower
Step on the flower
Don't mistreat my love
 
One of these days
I went to a dance in the city of Pedreiras
At Golada Street
Zé Cachangá was the accordeon player
But he only played
Step on the flower
 
Step on the flower, step on the flower
Mr. Serafim was whispering to Dió
I could swear
I've never seen a better forró1 ball
Even grandma
Grabed grandpa's hand
Come on, my old man
Step on the flower
 
Step on the flower, step on the flower
I saw girls who weren't even 12 years old
Grab a partner
And dance around
Happy, they said
My love, how good
It is to step on the flower
 
Step on the flower, step on the flower
In the middle of the night, Zeca Cachangá
Told the owner of the house
You don't have to pay me
But please
Find another accordeon player because I too want
To step on the flower
 
Step on the flower, step on the flower
 

• 1. A traditional dance and music genre

The Waltz of Forgetfulness

Cry for me, because for you to get me back
Oh that's going to be difficult
Pray to the saint you love the most
Or to the one you have the most faith in
You're going to need it
 
And if you pull off the miracle
I'll make myself its devotee
Because if I really come back
It will be confirmed
That I suffer from ignorance
 
Cry for me and cry for me a lot
Suffer for me until it hurts you
Today is the beginning of your failure
And you know what's the worst part of it
Now the one who comforts you is gone
 
Today the memories will be pulled out
Little by little to wreak havoc
Today you will know what I need
 
And it's that if I forgive you
I won't forgive myself
Today, after so, so much
Finally the spell has been broken
It's too late now to appreciate me
 
Think of me until you get tired
That's not going to make me come back
Before my resentment deepens
Or rage overtakes me
You'd better turn back
 
Let's toast to the future
Today the celebration begins
Now your mental complex is over
 
And if you pull off the miracle
I'll make myself its devotee
Because if I really come back
It will be confirmed
That I suffer from ignorance
 
Cry for me and cry for me a lot
Suffer for me until it hurts you
Today is the beginning of your failure
And you know what's the worst part of it
Now the one who comforts you is gone
 
But don't cry just yet
Don't you see I haven't left
Let's dance the waltz of forgetfulness
 

Everything can be repeated

Take a look out of your window, isn't the sky blue
It was much worse here in the day when the sky was grey
Should have been here last week, then we had snow
Everything I think about is weather and wind and food each biting day
 
Everything can be repeated, everything can be confessed
Everything can be repeated, and nothing gets better
 
I wake up in the same old bed and hope for the best
Empty pockets and emptier glass, here is the boy who can party
Everyone that was here yesterday has disappeared for something better
Every day the same as the next, out and repair
 
Everything can be repeated, nothing can be repaired
Everything can be repeated, and nothing gets better
 
I sit here and drink again, my inventiveness has limits
Should have had some pills or some tension, or both parts
Everyone goes to talk about me here it is commercialised
They begin to get really tired, here it must be criticised
 
Take a look out of your window, isn't the sky blue (don't be so boring)
It was much worse here in the day when the sky was grey (incurable)
Should have been here last week, then we had snow (can it be possible)
Everything I think about is weather and wind and food each biting day
 
Everything can be repeated, everything can be confessed
Everything can be repeated, and nothing gets better
 
I wake in the same old bed and hope for the best
Empty pockets and emptier glass, here is the boy who can party
Everyone that was here yesterday has disappeared for something better
Every day the same as the next, out to repair
 
Everything can be repeated
Everyone can confess
Everything can be repeated
And nothing gets better
 
Everything can be repeated
Everyone can confess
Everything can be repeated
And nothing gets better
 
Everything can be repeated
Everything can be repeated
Everything can be repeated
Everything can be repeated
 

I Cannot Live Without You

I cannot live without you
I cannot exist without you
My heart is so used to you
That it yearns for only you.
 
And in my dreams
Is only you and you alone
I cannot live without you
I cannot exist without you.
 

The Value of Defeat

I think it is necessary to educate the new generations to the value of defeat, to the management of defeat, to the Humanity that emerges from it, to build an identity able to experience a common destiny, where you can fail and start over without your value and your dignity will be undermined.
We need to educate the new generations to not become social elbows, to not pass over the body of the others to finish first.
This world belongs to vulgar and dishonest winners, false and opportunist abusers, this world belongs to the important people, they are occupying power and robs the present and the future.
To this anthropology of winners I prefer the loser.
It is an exercise that I can do well.
And I'm in peace with my sacred few things.
- -
I'm a man who prefers to lose rather than win with ways unfair and unkind.
Gross negligence on my part, I know!
And the best part is that I have the nerve to defend this guilt, to consider it almost a virtue.
 

RV 597 - 4. Unto the godly.

Unto the godly there ariseth up light in the darkness:
he is merciful, loving, and righteous.
 

Along the Shanghai basements

1.Again I wanted to live this day
Drink it to the end.
Sorry, your face was not there.
Just walked along the yards
.Childhood was in mind.
I believed and waited...
 
Along the Shanghai basements
We will be back again
Let the night be in the window.
We will not be in search.
We are both 16 with you. And May is outside.
Sorry, it's just a dream.
Youth,, don't forget.
 
2.If it's time to leave
Out of the town like thieves.
Come in the old our childhood yard.
There, on the bench you will me find.
We will sit and drink some wine.
Well, Hi! Well,See you!
 
Along the Shanghai basements
We will be back again
Let the night be in the window.
We will not be in search.
We are 16 both with you and May is outside.
Sorry, that was just a dream.
Youth,, don't forget.
 

RV 597 - 8. The Wicked will see.

The Wicked will see and be angry,
gnash their teeth and pine away:
the desire of the wicked will perish.
 

Boston Waltz

Versions: #2
On the gorgeous fancy carpet
Of the yellow leaves
In a simple dress she borrowed from the wind
Autumn danced right at the gateway the Long Boston Waltz
That warm day was flying off
As the saxophone sang…
 
And from all around the people would have come to us
And from all the roofs around the birds would fly
An applause to golden dancer flapping with their wings
Long long time for so long the music played there all days.
 
I often see that same dream
I see that wonderful dream
The Boston Waltz when autumn's dancing to us all
The leaves fall down the way
The record’s playing all day
Don’t go away, stay with me please, you are my caprice
I often see that same dream
I see that wonderful dream
The Boston Waltz when autumn's dancing to us all
 
Feeling drunk with pleasing sight
Forgot about it's age
The old home forever in love with it’s own youth
With all walls was swinging windows and open doors
And to all who lived inside
It gave that miracle swing
When the sounds disappeared in the dark of night -
There’s an end to anything that has beginning -
Saddened Autumn cried us tears with a tiny rain
Such a pity, Boston Waltz... It felt so good while in dance.
 
I often see that same dream
I see that wonderful dream
The Boston Waltz while autumn dancing to us all
The leaves fall down the way
The record’s playing all day
Don’t go away, stay with me please, you are my caprice
 
E.T. (Eva Trussell) aka Vesper Lynd

Red Walking Boots

Watch out, things don't always go as you expect.
You cannot do whatever you desire with me.
You have finished off the mess that you wanted.
Don't believe that you can always forgive yourself.
 
The red walking boots that you liked a bit—-
I will put them on but only to walk away from you.
 
Yeah!
 
I am not like all of the others.
You're got it wrong, you know, and sooner or later you will see.
Don't come through on your promises—oh, no.
Laugh now and then one day you will cry.
 
The red walking boots that you liked a bit—-
I will put them on but only to walk away from you.
 
In matters of love, you should never just fool around.
Maybe you thought that I would never leave—hah!
I've already thought it through and decided—yes!
What a day—everything is over.
 
The red walking boots that you liked a bit—-
I will put them on but only to walk away from you.
 
Red walking boots, it's time to start walking.
 

Hum along with the herd

Over Lappland's bare mountains
down by the ridge's bay
Between the city's skyscrapers
a swallow found its way
 
Through the suburbs and cities
through the day and night so deep
This land is ours to keep
 
Hum along with the herd
hum along the marsh so joyfully
The forest breaths softly
and the rapids roar noisily
 
Some may come, some may go
but no challenge proves to steep
'Cause this land is ours to keep
 
Us together, you and I
through the day and night so deep
This land is ours to keep
 
Hum along with the herd
in the northern lights' glare
In the land of crystal clear lakes
the south wind brings warm air
 
Yellow fields, clear blue skies
we'll all live here 'til our demise
'Cause this land is ours to keep
 
Yellow fields, clear blue skies
we'll all live here 'til our demise
'Cause this land is ours to keep
 

Welcome To The City Of Idiots

Versions: #2
The wild life in this grey town
Among all these happy dorks
Isolation has become an addiction
To avoid those who bothers me
 
Smiles, sparkling eyes
Friendly salutations makes me want to puke
The attention that they are after
Has no meaning to me
 
Turn the other cheek?
Love my neighbor?
Help my fellow humans?
 
Is it hard to see the despise and
The loathing for you in my eyes?
Enjoy your crappy lives, but do not
For a second believe that you're special
 
If only you knew what hides
Behind my cranium
What my feelings towards things are
And what I'm capable of
 

A Waltz Melody

The day is and the darkness has awoken
stars and cats and wenches
filled with whores, rabble, and wanderers,
police houses and jails sleep.
 
The child beholds in the din of its dreams
how an angel with lanterns goes around our houses,
and alone in the late night,
I fight against a languorous waltz,
and my bones really are quite skinny,
likewise are my arms and throat.
 
I have sold my songs to the podia of pleasure,
and God may forgive me for some of those rows,
for my bones really are quite skinny,
likewise are my arms and throat.
 
The son of mortification in the grammophone
flounces for Hansel and for Gretel.
Clown, oh yes, joker, oh yes,
yes, that may be good to know.
 
Just give me a word that rhymes with sun,
when I already have used violin and violet.
Alas, alone in the late night,
I fight against a languorous waltz,
and my bones really are quite skinny,
likewise are my arms and throat.
 
I have nothing at all to win in this world,
and soon in my ditch the worms shall find
that my bones really are quite skinny,
likewise are my arms and throat.
 

Useless

[Verse 1]
Look, today the stars are brighter than yesterday
Leave it alone, let's hurry to fresh air
Look, none of this is serious, it's all a game
No one is right, and all attempts, to be honest
Are useless
Useless
Useless
 
[Verse 2]
Look, my friend, I'm hiding, my battle is over
But don't be sad, because everything happens so simply
Without me everything will be the same, as it is with me
Shards of stars will fall from the sky and disappear
Useless
Useless
Useless
Useless
Useless
 
[Bridge]
Above us it's midnight
It is silent
But it forgives us forever and ever
In these dark fields she always loses us
 
[Verse 3]
They float above cities, easily bidding us farewell
Scrapes of clouds are on the wind, but my friend, answer me
In the darkness the coast will sink, and you're afraid to believe
Don't worry - it's stupid, soon the darkness will retreat
Soon the darkness will retreat
 
[Verse 4]
When it does, countries, murderers, and tyrants will disappear
Borders will become stories, walls will become dust
And suddenly the word will drop, and we'll start to love again
Stronger and cleaner yet, but my friend, do you hear?
But do you hear me my friend?
 
[Outro]
In the distance are thunder and lightening, and we should be home
Don't worry - it's stupid, soon the darkness will arrive
 

Sunday in Lisboa

There's no Sunday without sun
Say the people and no without reason
Because it always appears
On Sundays in Lisboa
 
Desert streets or almost
Passes a couple holding hands
It's on Sunday that she
Walks with her boyfriend
 
Sunday in Lisboa and Lisboa is different
It's calm, it's peaceful and it's closer to us
Flags in the Castle that Sé blesses
Tejo shines even more, it's Sunday in Lisboa
 
Sunday in Lisboa and Lisboa is different
It's calm, it's peaceful and it's closer to us
Flags in the Castle that Sé blesses
Tejo shines even more, it's Sunday in Lisboa
 
It's Sunday in Lisboa
There are walks in the boulevard
There is chirping from sparrows
That are an anthem to life itself
 
To hearts side by side
A song that is sang
And at night is heard the fado
On Sunday in Lisboa
 
Sunday in Lisboa and Lisboa is different
It's calm, it's peaceful and it's closer to us
Flags in the Castle that Sé blesses
Tejo shines even more, it's Sunday in Lisboa
 
Sunday in Lisboa and Lisboa is different
It's calm, it's peaceful and it's closer to us
Flags in the Castle that Sé blesses
Tejo shines even more, it's Sunday in Lisboa
 
Sunday in Lisboa and Lisboa is different
It's calm, it's peaceful and it's closer to us
Flags in the Castle that Sé blesses
Tejo shines even more, it's Sunday in Lisboa
 
It's Sunday in Lisboa, it's Sunday in Lisboa
It's Sunday in Lisboa, it's Sunday in Lisboa
 

In Ukraine (Delanoe/Giraud)

la la la in Ukraine
For the big night of summer
We speed from every bottom of the plains
Over all the roads to go dance
 
la la la in Ukraine
Catherina, the joyful heart
She wears (it) like a queen
Flowers in a crown on her blond hair
 
The entire nation moves
Catharina on the way
Clicks her red boots joyfully
And her linnen skirt flies over the wind
 
La la la a bit before
the feast was begon
she sings about the happiness
of living and loving until she's out of breath
 
La la la in Ukraine
When the night of Saint John returns
It's love which unchains itself
In a tornade of joy and song
 
La la la and the fever
Climbs, climbs amidst the cries
They'll say it's a dream
Their shadows who turn, turn in the night
 
And throughout the village
The rain changes the background
But despite the storm that rages
Catherina dances, dances, still dances
 
La la la in Ukraine
When de night begins during the day
A girl in the plain
Goes for love in the arms of a boy
 

Freed myself

I already freed myself from your fake love
I am going to celebrate
That my time in your prison
Has ended
 
Today I will stop believing you
Something new happened inside of me
It makes me live
 
The chain broke
I do not have more complication
The path lit up
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving
 
I'm looking for the best
You do not deserve my attention
Since I made the decision
I'm leaving
 
I'm going to the street
For you to shut up
Now has an owner
My heart
 
Anywhere I go
The light does not go out
Today I walk freely in it's direction
Because I freed myself from you
I freed myself from you
 
Because I freed myself from you
I freed myself from you
 
You dropped the mask and the disguise
And now I can see what's behind
I'm leaving here
 
This time I did not lose the war
From the floor I throw you out and I leave you there
Far from me
 
The chain broke
I do not have more complication
The path lit up
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving
 
I'm looking for the best
You do not deserve my attention
Since I made the decision
I'm leaving
 
I'm going to the street
For you to shut up
Now has an owner
My heart
 
Anywhere I go
The light does not go out
Today I walk freely in it's direction
Because I freed myself from you
I freed myself from you
 
Because I freed myself from you
I freed myself from you
 
Ta tara tara tara
Tararara
Ta tara tara tara
Tarara
Ta tara tara tara
Tararara
Ta tara tara tara
 
I already freed myself from your fake love
I am going to celebrate
That my time in your prison
Has ended
 
I'm going to the street
For you to shut up
Now has an owner
My heart
 
Anywhere I go
The light does not go out
Today I walk freely in it's direction
Because I freed myself from you
I freed myself from you