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May the sun always be

Ref x2
May the sun always shine,
May the clouds always shine,
May there always be a mother,
May there always be I.
 
In the notebook of my baby boy
Boyishness is alive and well in the world,
on every page there's one new drawing
to prolong writing time.
 
Ref. x2
 
Sleep peacefully, my baby boy,
May your world live on cheerfully.
I promise in my very heart
that I'll forever remember him.
 
Ref. x3
 

His mortification every man

His mortification every man -
Having time passed by - forgets,
But my grief is like eternal snow, -
It doesn't melt, it doesn't melt.
 
It doesn't melt even in summer
In the midday heat, -
And I know: this grief, this melancholy I am to
Endure eternally.
 

Man has only few needs

Versions: #2
Man has only few needs in life
One must not be given to excess
A good husband or a wife
And a planet in our galaxis
 
Sweet droplets of happiness are bound
And sprinkled all over the earth
Overnight they cannot be found
Yet will manifest on your own turf
 
Collect them all on your path divine,
Your fate will provide them all
not trusting in mere providence of time
But your soul's sincere earnest call
 
Thus the shining world yet spins 'round
Avoiding all stress on her axis
For a man has only few needs
One must not be given to excess
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Goodbye Forever

Evening descends upon the city [lit. 'To the city comes the evening']
At the window it's already the 3rd of November
I light candles
In front of me, your photo
Again and again the memory
Returns me to those days, those days
Again and again I'm saddened by them
Again and again the memory
Returns me to those days, those days
Again and again I'm saddened by them
 
Goodbye forever, last love
Goodbye forever - there are no sad words
July evening, favorite eyes
And we can not return our encounter
 
We met by chance
And I thought that he was happy
Better that I do not believe
But I met you and loved you
A fairytale-like summer holiday
It was beautiful and pure, like you, like you
Warm sun, grass and flowers
A fairytale-like summer holiday
It was beautiful and pure, like you, like you
Warm sun, grass and flowers
 
Goodbye forever, last love
Goodbye forever - there are no sad words
July evening, favorite eyes
And we can not return our encounter
 

We Are Still Countrymen

When the night meets Saturday
Manhattan turns into such a party
That daisies jump out of flowerpots
Dangerous types come out then
Female good-for-nothings, male sisters
But the main fun is hunting for taxies
 
The driver pulled over, as if he knew
Droplets of drizzle extinguished his headlights
And just in the moment before I thought that
I recognized St. Basil1 on his car charm
 
All taxi drivers are mostly the same
Old naysayers and nihilists
Or silent, lost for words from ugly scenes
Familiar speech just made him wince
Somebody's honked for him to hurry up
A small mouse peered from the corner of the rear-view mirror
 
But every swearword is a mousetrap2
And he couldn't wait to get caught
He pushed away the steering wheel like hot soup
Turned around and slapped his forehead
A bullet stuck in the barrel and silence
But his heart is beating in seven eights3
 
Just yesterday we were countrymen
I can immediately tell that we have the same eyes
Why are you pretending that you're foreigners
When you're not?
 
Just yesterday we were the dream team
And look how things are today
It doesn't matter that the country is new
We're still same old
 
In 19914 he packed his suitcase
Horticulture, but currently a driver
Let's go to his house, to fetch the wife and the sister-in-law
 
Three glasses, he says, start a river
And four glasses flood New York
A tear dropped and clouded his mastika5
 
And he said bitterly, don't wish it on anybody
To earn their bread with politics, that's a sin
You see, my little sons, Vangel and Blaže
Reach for the globe, looking for Strumica6
And wherever they put their little fingers on the Balkans
They cover at least three countries
 
And so it went, one drink after another
The morning blew by like fine flour
Bringing along that old longing for the South7
Nothing too bad
 
God, look after my ex-countrymen
My songs are full of their words
And our sorrows are so much the same
That they confuse me
 

• 1. Presumably in the recognizable form of an orthodox icon
• 2. Ex-Yugoslav nations are prolific swearers and swearwords are a stereotypical way to spot a compatriot abroad
• 3. 7/8 is a characteristic rhythm in Macedonian folk songs, also used in this song
• 4. i.e. at the start of Yugoslav wars
• 5. The Macedonian version of ouzo, i.e. a clear spirit which gets clouded when a drop of water is added
• 6. A town in western Macedonia
• 7. Longing For the South, or T'ga za Jug, is a famous Macedonian poem

We are the rock

We are the rock, we are the life!
 
The key is playing dead under the doormat
We are standing on it with dirty shoes
It’s a homemade feature
Our waist don’t bend properly
 
My new suit tightens on me
A letter arrived from the court
They listen to all of my troubles
But first, first they finish me
 
Refrain:
I don’t understand your highness why you are so cold
Everyone gets the jitters
But everything, everything is possible
2x We are the rock we are the life
Just ask anything, just ask it in a nice way
 
The chorus tunes up behind the loft
The audience waves wearily
They start it again and again
I think it’s exhausting for them
 
The new program is slowly made
I hear the old tune fals
They start it again and again
I think it’s exhausting for them
 
Refrain
 

Last touch

Many weeks are rotten,
And some month and year too
But I waited, to see your face again,
When It's Friday deep in my heart
 
So you come to me,
You come and take everything
Maybe you belived in another miracle,
'Cause the old is not enough for you
 
[REF:]
 
Wait, a last touch waiting for you,
Me to have power to let you go, if you want
But, you need to feel, what you do now!
Last touch, a last confusion,
What we keep from us, is a beautiful
Last touch, a last confusion
What we keep from us, is beautiful
 
You're been loud,
To be brave enough,
To keep up, what I say without sound,
To love you still, honey
 
[REF:]
 
Just you didn't say,
My beautiful sweetheart,
That instead of hugging me, you come to kill me
Thank me, what's good with me
 
Last touch, a last confusion,
What we keep from us, is a beautiful
Last touch, a last confusion
What we keep from us, is beautiful
 
Last touch, a last confusion,
What we keep from us, is a beautiful
Last touch, a last confusion
What we keep from us, is beautiful
 
Last touch....
 

The right path is always harder

We live these fucking days, there is no giving up when I pass
and the plans in front of me don´t allow me to close my eyes
brother, I could sit down and give myself to my fate
but crafts of decvil are boredom and reluctant
the formula for success is work and not the words
collective error is the problem of an individual
imagine life in a productive color
when you accept the guilt then you think you´re better
if you don´t have and idol, then you don´t have the future
push yourself always above all possibilities
there are too many paths, so you must avoid the stupidity
in the minds of young people the lazinest want get
every man has the urge to create for himself
that one day they will be witnesses of existence
when there is no money, there also shoot the last claw
and your work ethic are stopping professor and coach
 
Chorus:
A man has one word
which defends his honor
if we´ll change the world
then let´s start from us
your life takes you to sin
money makes you afraid
the right path is always harder
so you have to be strong
 
You bind your talenat and swallow a pil of bensendin
while some man pushing his son so tirelessly
but it´s a life in which the weaker are losing
will you be silent to the end or you´ll show your teeth
I share people by the system when I´m out, and in the problem
they who talk about the cross, they´ll crucify you
it takes a bit to make it enough for a man
with my friends I pass a quiet navigation and shipwreck
I´m pure, brother, I have nothing to fear
neither if I´ll stand tomorrow in front of my parents
we´re not angels because we tried everything as children
in a small town, the devil offers chances from defense.
prostitution, ruthlessness, earning money
and stupid kids with the labl of weekend Afrodita
you want hanging, fucking and that friendship
on the dick of an old man the woman´s name loses dignity
 
Chorus:
 
Each shortcut takes you back one step behind
and I have friends who´ll never find a way out
when the crisis breaks, brother, taking clothes is a new beginning
because few people here escaped of a gold bullet
there is no shortcut to evoid the pain and sorrow
and many people for that reason try for the first time drogs
the smell of tobacco, one hundred and ketch on the table
I wont on that way, I know that I have many qualities
I see people wasting their time in vain
so I keep my palms high above each fire
and then they understand the essence of what I´m recording
that Eldorado rhymes all that goes through Milan
when comes the day that the soul go away with angels
you must know that I have devoted my life to what you are listening to
that will be a sign that I have come to the very end
but still, brother, I live life of samurai
 

And There Is Heaven On Your Lips

And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
 
Nothing but the light
The light of this morning
Will lead your way in this world
The light of this morning
Of the fire that conceived you
The first glance and the first blood
 
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
 
The light of this morning
Of the fire that conceived you
It is born blue
It dies without having unfolded
In the field of an evocative body
The first words of joy
The first glance and the first blood
The first blood
 
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
 
Nothing but the light
The light of this morning
Will lead your way in this world
The light of this morning
Of the fire that conceived you
The first glance and the first blood
The first words of joy
Throw your blaze
Under veils of dew
 
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
 
Nothing but the light
The light of this morning
Will lead your way in this world
The light of this morning
Of the fire that conceived you
The first glance and the first blood
 
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
And there is heaven on your lips
 
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Be human

Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on!
 
[Chorus X2]
The main priority is to be human.
Be human - Astana is not VEGAS! )*
Be human - forget about the rest )**
Think it through and remove the noose from your neck!
 
Tell me how it used to be and how it is now,
People need more and more cash,
More and more is not enough
We give up far too early
(We want to go) only straight to the final round
Money is my strength
that's what school taught me
Yes, we drink chemical dyes straight from the bottle, and seriously
the parents' eyes are also red - but only from tears
There are more black ribbons )***
But only for empty
I accepted the damn truth
Brother, the main thing - let go of it
 
Heart is pounding, beating much faster
Running around the day from the entrances to the wastelands
In the news chronicles - you get on TV through bed,
young people don't want children, they go to a hotel
Here is your choice - the truth or a [full] wallet
Here is the answer - you're in the line of fire, in???, in Astana
in a noose, but not the ones in the dark, there is a tête-a-tête
Remember - this is your priority.
 
[Chorus X2]
The main priority is to be human.
Be human - Astana is not VEGAS!
Be human - forget about the rest
Think it through and remove the noose from your neck!
 
All the people around play this game
Now you're a badass and you can't see the stretching ???
But just one mistake and and they will take everything from you
???? ???, but by the morning you're a corpse
My friend, destiny is [precise] like a surgeon, money takes work
Work is not just as a tall and it destroys the brains
And who is to blame for the noose on the neck?
Well, brother, I think you can only blame yourself.
Always remember those who are not with us now
Either behind bars or in heaven
After all, you saw with your own eyes [their] eyes filled with tears
When they went to see you off, but not at the rail station )****
Appreciate the people who are now with you (with you)
Your parents deserve it - show them love (love)
Do not stop even if it looks like a dead end
Understand - it is impossible to buy respect from friends
 
[Chorus X2]
The main priority is to be human.
Be human - Astana is not VEGAS!
Be human - forget about the rest
Think it through and remove the noose from your neck!
 
I believe that all has not burned down yet.
I believe that we will get out of the noose
The forgotten gaps [in the memory] will be remembered
There, where we lost something, we also found something
There, where we lost something, we also found something
I believe that all has not burned down yet. (all has not burned down)
I believe that we will break ourselves free from the noose
 
[Chorus X2]
The main priority is to be human.
Be human - Astana is not VEGAS!
Be human - forget about the rest
Think it through and remove the noose from your neck!
 

The Silver Age

Dreary days in slow procession...
Soul's unnerved by coming autumn,
That like silver bird, so precious,
Flies away with verse forgotten,
 
It will not tell you its secret,
Won't entrust with mournful essence,
Just will cover with white leaflet
Stray black hair adolescence,
 
It will open doors of Heaven
At the final sacred threshold,
And will hide with crystal bell tone
Everything you asked from your Lord.
 
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Let me

Sometimes I would like to
Rewind that spent time
The time I spent with you.
 
Open and enlight
Your dark heart.
Make you feel like me.
 
Let me, let me,
Be you
Let me be heartless
When you are falling down
When you are falling..
 
Let me, let me
Let me be heartless
When you are falling down
When you are falling
 
Giving you hope
Prentend to love again
To be the lie with closed eyes.
 
Be gone and come back
And remember silently
Darkness when we are together.
 
Let me, let me,
Let me be you
Let me be heartless
When you are falling down
When you are falling
 
Let me, let me
Let me be heartless
When you are falling down
When you are falling
 
The pain when
You are falling down
The pain when
You are falling down
 
Let me, let me,
Let me be you
Let me be heartless
When you are falling down
When you are falling
 
Let me, let me
Let me be heartless
When you are falling down
When you are falling
 

One man and one woman

Tonight while we're listening
to old record,
And ancient rain falling down again
Tonight on the day of our wedding
You quietly ask me do I remember Venice.
 
Tonight with old song and old wine
Your eyes carres and drink me
Tonight on the day of our wedding
What do you think do I remember Venice.
 
Ref
One man and one woman
One love for all times
The days go by, life is deleted
I carry about you, love you more and more.
 
One man and one woman
Two bodies one shadow
my happiness is hers happiness
One man and one woman.
 
Tonight while we're watching old pictures
And your eyes hide some sadness
Tonight on the day of our wedding
Could I ever forgot Venice?
 

You're My Man

We'd walked along the beach
Reading without words
All this world and each other
And autumn wasn't coming yet
And the sun was to set yet
And our thoughts spinning around
That from now on you and I
Were one whole
An unsplittable whole
That we'd never be
The same as before
I said to you with fond affection
 
Keep me safe from lies
Don't veil my soul with mists
Then I'll always be part of your life
You're written in my stars, you're my man (х2)
The man I love
 
Along the beach
We'd been walking as if for a thousand years
We'd been searching for each other
As if there were only two of us
On this vast planet
And our thoughts spinning around
That from now on you and I
Were one whole
An unsplittable whole
That we'd never forget this moment
That happiness was there
And what's after - who cares?
 
Keep me safe from lies
Don't veil my soul with mists
Then I'll always be part of your life
You're written in my stars, you're my man (х2)
The man I love
 
And the warms waves
Erasing footprints on the sand
Suddenly subdued, remember?
I had never felt better
Anywhere, ever or with anyone else.
I'm asking you for one thing only
 
Keep me safe from lies
Don't veil my soul with mists
Then I'll always be part of your life
You're written in my stars, you're my man
 
Keep me safe from lies
Don't veil my soul with mists
Then I'll always be part of your life
You're written in my stars
 
Keep me safe from lies
Don't veil my soul with mists
Then I'll always be part of your life
You're written in my stars, you're my man (х2)
 
Call out my name
And I shall come, so beautiful and strong
 
The man I love
 
Call out my name
And I shall come, so beautiful and strong (х2)
 

Crni čovek

Versions: #2
Prijatelju moj, prijatelju moj,
bolestan sam mnogo, mnogo!
Sam ne znam otkuda dođe ovaj bol.
Valjda što vetar pišti nad pustim poljima,
vetar iznemogo,
il' što ko on šumu u septembru,
Pustoši i mozak - alkohol.
 
Glava moja maše ušima,
ko kril'ma ptica bleda.
Na vratu su joj noge
što gube sve više moć.
Crni čovek
crni, crni.
Crni čovek
na krevet mi seda.
Crni čovek mi ne da -
da zaspim svu noć.
 
Crni čovek
vuče prstom po odvratnoj knjizi
i, mrmljajuć nada mnom
ko nad umrlim monah,
čita mi život
o probisvetu i nekoj kulizi,
zadajuć duši tugu i strah.
Crni čovek,
crni, crni!
 
- Počuj, počuj -
mrmlja mi i veli -
mnogo je u knjizi
misli bez mana.
Taj čovek je
živeo u zemlji
najodvratnijih
hulja i šarlatana.
 
U decembru, u zemlji toj
sneg je đavolski čist,
i mećave počinju
prela, bez jeda.
Bio je taj čovek avanturist
veliki
i prvog reda.
 
Bio je divan,
uz to poeta,
mada s nevelikom
al' ozbiljnom snagom,
i neku ženu
od preko četrest leta,
zvao je laficom
i svojom dragom.
 
'Sreća je - zboraše on -
veština uma i ruku.
Sve nevešte duše
nesrećne su, ko cvetovi.
Ne mari ništa,
što veliku muku
zadaju skrhani
i lažni gestovi.
 
U oluji, u buri,
kraj nedaća svih,
uz teške gubitke
i uz tugu kletu
biti nasmejan, prirodan, tih -
najveća je umetnost na svetu.'
 
- Crni čoveče!
Dosta. Kakva šala!
Ne zabadaj svud nos,
i zato ne presedaj!
Našto mi život
pesnika od skandala!
Drugom ti to, brajko,
čitaj i pripovdaj.
 
Crni čovek me gleda,
uporno pogled mu kulja.
već je i skrama plava
tiho na oči pala -
ko da mi reći želi,
da sam lopuža, hulja,
koja je nemilosrdno
nekoga opljačakala.
 
. . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . .
 
Prijatelju moj, prijatelju moj,
bolestan sam mnogo, mnogo!
Sam ne znam otkuda dođe ovaj bol.
Valjda što vetar pišti nad pustim poljima,
vetar iznemogo,
il' što ko on šumu u septembru,
pustoši i glavu - alkohol.
 
Noć, puna mraza.
Raskršća pokoj gluv.
Sam sam kraj okna,
ne čekam ni gosta, ni druga.
Svu ravan pokrio
krečnjak prtinast, suv,
i drveta, ko konjanici,
u vrtu stoje sred kruga.
 
A negde ptica plače,
noćna, zloslutna, bleda.
Drveni vitezi seju
kopitom topot lak.
I opet onaj crni
u naslonjaču mi seda,
podignuv svoj cilinder
i zabaciv nemarno frak.
 
- Počuj, počuj! -
Krklja mi u lice i klima,
i naginje se
sve više, pogledom prati -
Ne videh nikoga dosad
međ podlacima
da tako nepotrebno
od nesanice pati.
 
Ah, recimo grešim!
Jer mesečina je 'bona'.
Zar još dodati nešto
svetu sna, uz mimiku?
Možda će okruglih bedara
tajno doći 'ona',
da joj čitaš svoju
trulu i tešku liriku.
 
Ah, volim pesnike!
Divan svet i svita.
U njima uvek nalazim
romane znane i bolne -
kako čupavoj studentkinji
dugokosa rita
priča o svetovima,
dršćuć od strasti polne.
 
Ne znam, ne pamtim,
u jednom selu,
možda u Kalugi,
Rjazanu, snu, javi,
živješe mališan
u kući seljačkoj
žutih vlasi
i očiju plavi...
 
I porastao je,
uz to poeta,
mada s nevelikom,
al' ozbiljnom snagom,
i neku ženu
od preko četrest leta,
zvao je laficom
i svojom dragom.
 
- Crni čoveče!
Ti si gost strašna soja.
O tebi kruži davno
ta slavna mrska.
Besan sam, razjaren,
i leti palica moja
pravo u njušku
da mu nos razmrska.
 
. . . . . . . . . .
 
Umro je mesec.
Svitanje u oknu drema.
Ah, ti, noći!
Šta isprede, kao ala?
Pod cilindrom sam.
Nikoga sa mnom nema.
Sam sam...
i parčad ogledala...
 
11. novembra 1925.
 
- Prevod M. M. Pešića -
 

Навсегда принадлежу ей

Пусть дрожит твое тело,
пусть и мое лицо пылает,
я не перейду эту границу.
Если сегодня ночью я покорюсь тебе,
как ей в глаза посмотрю?
Это останется моим грехом навсегда.
 
Ref.
Только лишь одно сердце есть у меня,
я не имею права его предать,
я разрушил бы все годы.
 
Я не пойду, нет,
против себя самого,
звездочка моего неба темного,
это безумное мгновение – не любовь.
И не пойду, нет,
против себя самого,
ласточка моего неба синего,
я всегда буду принадлежать только ей,
ради нее живу, ради нее умираю.
 
Хотя наши желания одинаковы,
души наши останутся чисты,
останется ли все как прежде?
И как бы сильно бы я ни желал тебя,
я не могу разделиться,
мое место – рядом с ней.
 
Ref.
 

Навсегда

Снова холодное утро, снова пустая квартира,
а еще прошлой ночью ты была здесь.
Вспомнишь обо мне только тогда, когда тебя тяжелый день
где-то на твоем пути покинет в беде.
Дни проходят, звезды движутся по небу,
а я помню только боль и поражения.
 
Ref.
Навсегда - это лишь мгновение,
когда я принадлежу ей, здесь останавливается время,
я ее любовью навечно захвачен в плен.
Навсегда - это лишь слово,
а я знаю уже, что всегда буду здесь
в эти твои глаза вечно влюблен.
 
Тяжелые слова больше не трогают меня,
до тех пор пока яд течет по венам.
Дни проходят, звезды движутся по небу,
а я помню только боль и поражения.
 

Forever and end of the story

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Hey do you wanna go home?
Hey do you wanna go home?
Hey do you wanna go home?
Hey do you wanna go home?
 
Balkan Beat like a ringtone for the IPhone*
It rings like a sign to look at the clock
Johnny, Jimmy, Jack are calling me from the city
Stop, wait, I don't start without my brother
 
It's weekend night and I'm waiting long for you
You get ready completely and we get started fastly
It's a crowd and the queue is long, Marko Vanilla ey
we jump the queue into the club
 
We're the glow in this club
cause everyone should know
cause tonight we're burning the city
you and me
 
We're the glow in this club
until the morning is giving us a sign
and then you're mine
forever and end of the story
 
Hey do you wanna go home?
Hey do you wanna go home?
Hey do you wanna go home?
Hey do you wanna go home?
 
The club is overcrowded and the DJ is playing
the music grooves, it's loud
The girls are beautiful yes oh yes
Läuft bei dir Dicker** - What's up
Einfach du ja ja*** - Simply you yes yes
 
In my private room there are blondes, brunettes
they are my guilty pleasure and not cigarettes
Let's go tonight vodka and tequilla
Frankfurt, Zuriche, Vienna, Belgrade
Bringt nun bös den Tune von Vanilla****
We're the glow in this club
cause everyone should know
cause tonight we're burning the city
you and me
 
We're the glow in this club
until the morning is giving us a sign
and then you're mine
forever and end of the story
 
Hold up hold up just stop the music
DJ POLIQUE is in the building
we are switching up right now
All my ladies,are ya all ready to go home?
We don’t wanna go home-Necemo da idemo kuci
Do you wanna go home-
Do you wanna go home
Do you wanna go home
Hey do you wanna go home?
 

Although We Are Forever Chained To Strange Shores...

Although we are forever chained to strange shores
With fetters - strong, invisible to eyes,
Yet, even chained, we must complete on all fours
The circle, gods have drawn for us in skies.
 
Lo! Everything, that yields to higher powers,
Conducts the will of others with its own,
And under stolid mask of every substance
The flame - divine light! - everywhere burns.
 
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You're always there

When the sky is gloomy
When the heart is tired
When everubody runs away from me
When it hurt you are there
 
Chorus 2x
To make me laugh
To melt my heart
To rest my soul
To make me happy
 
When all ships drown
When I don't have where to go
When my soul hurts
I know you are waiting for me
 
Chorus 2x
 
Chorus 2x
 

Don't wake

Don't wake love, don't wake it,
Silently carry the sorrow in your heart.
She will wake up by herself
Love can move a stone.
 
Should you pass her house,
Avert your gaze to the side,
Don't look in her window,
She will feel your tread.
 
Should you meet her suddenly in the street,
You cannot avoid her look,
Merely throw her a smile,
She will have no rest.
 
Don't wake love, don't wake it,
Till Summer passes,
Till the flower wilts,
Till she calls you - 'Come!'
 

Wakingcoma

Our road is taking us further away from the sun
We make a wish on brink of chaos
But hope and love are never going to die
Rising from ashes we'll rise against it
 
Time has come or a new revolution
And show them who are ruling
The stonehearted ones with their black aura
are going to take us to the wakingcoma
 
If we find our spot in sun light,
the golden gates will call us to them
 
Time has come or a new revolution
And show them who are ruling
The stonehearted ones with their black aura
are going to take us to the wakingcoma
 
Time has come or a new revolution
And show them who are ruling
 
Time has come or a new revolution
And show them who are ruling
The stonehearted ones with their black aura
are going to take us to the wakingcoma