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That's because

That's because there's no way even,
even not to admit it to myself,
that I dream, yearn, crave
you, even when they push me on the tram.
I can't stop thinking about you, my little pretzel,
because when you said to me 'I'm your bear cub' I was blown away.
And I saw how the world went dark with enviousness and I understood,
that everyone has everything else, but
I have you, yes, I have you. (x4)
 
Chorus(x2):
I have you, I have your eyes
and your face and your hair.
 
That's because like as before,
and like after many thousands of years, there was, and is
and will continue to exist a couple,
which again will be a minority
and in spite of all subjective reasons
they will be the reason and meaning of their existence.
And let the world envy and look with a raised eyebrow.
And let everyone has everything else, but
I have you, yes, I have you. (x4)
 
Chorus(x2):
I have you, I have your eyes
and your face and your hair.
 
That's because I can't live without you,
actually I can, but really I don't dare.
How could I dare when I can't,
I can't live without you.
That's because you are why and because.
You are the shore and you are the sea,
you are the womb and you are the child.
Evil is everywhere, but you are the good.
 
Chorus(x2):
I have you, I have your eyes
and your face and your hair.
 
That's because I can't live without you,
actually I can, but really I don't dare.
How could I dare when I can't,
I can't live without you.
That's because you are why and because.
You are the shore and you are the sea,
you are the womb and you are the child.
Evil is everywhere, but you are the good.
 

Ernesto Che Guevara

Versions: #2
If you're going be worth, a bullet, Commandante
If you're going, maybe you want me, Hero Commandante
If you're going to the man, be brave
But I don't want to be left behind
 
Oh-oh-oh, Chiki-riki Che Guevara (x4)
 
If you're going be worth, a bullet, Commandante
If you're going, maybe you want me, Hero Commandante
If you're going to the man, be brave
But I don't want to be left behind
 
Oh-oh-oh, Chiki-riki Che Guevara (x4)
 
Ernesto...Che Guevara
Ernesto...Che Guevara
Ernesto...Che, Che Guevara
He is Che, Che Guevara
He is Che, Che Guevara
 
If you're going be worth, a bullet, Commandante
If you're going, maybe you want me, Hero Commandante
If you're going to the man, be brave
But I don't want to be left behind
 
Oh-oh-oh, Chiki-riki Che Guevara (x4)
 
If you're going be worth, a bullet, Commandante
If you're going, maybe you want me, Hero Commandante
If you're going to the man, be brave
But I don't want to be left behind
 
Oh-oh-oh, Chiki-riki Che Guevara (x4)
 
Ernesto...Che Guevara
Ernesto...Che Guevara
Ernesto...Che, Che Guevara
He is Che, Che Guevara
He is Che, Che Guevara
 
My Comrade!
 
If you're going be worth, a bullet, Commandante
If you're going, maybe you want me, Hero Commandante
If you're going to the man, be brave
But I don't want to be left behind
 
Oh-oh-oh, Chiki-riki Che Guevara (x4)
 
Ernesto...Che Guevara
Ernesto...Che Guevara
Ernesto...Che, Che Guevara
He is Che, Che Guevara
He is Che, Che Guevara
 
Goodbye! Ernesto!
Ernesto...Che Guevara
That joker!
You're a dead motherf**ker!
 

I won't give up

I'm writing these lines a little bit offended,
angry, not so young any more.
I know that I'm just a screw in the machine,
but I dreamed of being a poet.
I dreamed, I dreamed...
in the desert to go, and to become a hermit.
I dreamed, I dreamed...
verses to write and so on.
But here's me now, in the panel ghettos,
I wander in the city, vagabond proletariat.
The foreigner, traveling from nowhere to nowhere.
I was born, I consume, I'll die.
Fuck!
 
Chorus:
But I won't give up, I won't give up, I won't! (x4)
 
I'm terribly tired, brother, from this song,
but I have to write one more verse.
Mama said 'Study accounting',
but I dreamed of being a sailor.
I dreamed, I dreamed...
the seas to roam like Magellan.
I dreamed, I dreamed...
like Vasco da Gama and so on.
But here's me now, like a dolphin on the beach.
Discarded, described, smelly unnecessary cargo.
My dreams became machine oil.
I was sold retail, wrapped in cellophane.
Fuck!
 
Chorus:
But I won't give up, I won't give up, I won't! (x4)
 
'This song became a little sad, people,
it's not radio friendly at all.'
The producer said 'It doesn't make me clap my hands.'
And I dreamed all night, that I'm flying.
I dreamed, I dreamed...
that I'm a bird - flying like a seagull.
I dreamed, I dreamed...
I'm Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
But here's me now, with broken wings,
I'd like to say - 'I'll go on'.
This unfortunately only happens in movies,
and I'm just a character in some farce.
Fuck!
 
Chorus:
But I won't give up, I won't give up, I won't! (x4)
 
Chorus:
But I won't give up, I won't give up, I won't! (x4)
 

It's over

Because I don't know waht to do,
when I see you in the morning in my room,
and because I don't even know you name -
I'm sorry baby - take the tram.
 
It happened so, because it happened that
I've no idea where to find
the one, who has long been looking for me
and that we're born for each other.
 
I stopped thinking and making assessments,
and said to myself 'I'm a chavdarche (a little school kid) - I do not hesitate!'
and if I saw a sad woman in danger,
I turned the world upside down to save her.
 
Doing good is good right?
I covered the embrasure with my heart
and I laid down underneath each tank that occured,
and then I sent them home with a taxi.
 
I was Batman and Robin Hood,
Captain Planet, Night shift,
Crazy labor.
 
I helped, saved and gave myself away
and I gave my seat at the trolley,
the tram and in my room.
 
But it over with this-oi-a-oi... (x4)
I'm tired, I'm wiped away, believe me I want
to turn the tram upside down with one maneuver,
to drive in a different direction than this,
to search with a flishlight, and to find the one,
who doesn't want to be saved.
 
She doesn't need wonders of bravery -
so let me say this -
She's a savior, she's a savior,
she's the savior on the beach.
 
She lights up the sun, she poured herself some sea in a glass,
and sat to relax on a sandy chair.
The breeze caressed her gently on the face,
and the waves are rising to see better.
 
But September came, a chestnut hit me
and I am already decent, in place, famous
with that, I managed to turn the tram upside down,
with that, I found 'Maya the bee' -
 
beautiful, good and gentle woman,
diligent, reliable - a man's dream.
The chavdarche is a happy kid -
it plays, sings, learns, reads.
 
I started to drown, the sky pressed me down
and I was sneekly overrun by a water bike.
A jelly-fish bit me and an anchor hit me
and without realizing I reached the bottom.
 

Skanarchy

- No, I don't like this world
and I don't agree at all.
Said to me once Raycho angrily
and drank from the bottle with rakia.
- Tell me why are you bothering like this?
Drink one more time and you'll be OK.
- I'm not gonna be OK - he shouts and spits saliva.
The world is shitty, this bottle's empty.
 
Chorus:
What is making Raycho so angry,
I'm asking myself?
Small people in a small country,
in a huge universe, so enormous.
Skanarchy!
For now there's only two of us.
In Bulgaria!
In the 2000.
 
- No, no, don't look at me like this.
My friend, you're guilty, too.
Raycho's pointing me with a finger, like I'm the enemy
and drank from the rakia again.
- Don't bother yourself, Raycho Georgiev,
you can't fix the world, come on, drink already.
- I won't fix nothing or anyone, don't nagg!
I live, because I was born. There's no other way.
 
Chorus:
What is making Raycho so angry,
I'm asking myself?
Small people in a small country,
in a huge universe, so enormous.
Skanarchy!
For now there's only two of us.
In Bulgaria!
In the 2000.
 
- I'm not OK with the arrangement of this world
and I won't obey.
Raycho bobbed his chest
and finished the bottle with rakia.
- Tell me, Don Quichotte, what are you fighting for?
Is there any point or are you just arguing?
- There's a point, I don't know what it is, but I'll find it.
A brave heart sill beats in my chest.
 
Chorus:
What is making Raycho so angry,
I'm asking myself?
Small people in a small country,
in a huge universe, so enormous.
 
Skanarchy!
For now there's only two of us.
In Bulgaria!
In the 2000. (x2)
 
The 2000. (x2)
In the 2000.
The 2000.
 

Whiskey with peanuts

I'm not something special, I'm not even beautiful.
I can't speak nicely, I'm just mega-shy.
I saw her there, lonely on the bar -
she was spinning a box of cigarettes.
 
I also noticed, that everyone's looking at her,
nonetheless I tried to offer her some peanuts.
The box of cigarettes didn't stop spinning,
and I was getting nervous.
'Bond, James Bond' I heard myself saying,
and you know her answer.
I sighed desperately and turned around
to my whiskey and peanuts.
 
Chorus(x2):
Whiskey and peanuts
and from time to time - almonds.
 
Of course evey morning my head hurts.
This happens to thousands of bulgarians, but Europe doesn't care,
that I drink alone - here's what's bothering me:
lonelyness is sad, boring, annoying.
 
I happen to have work,
besides that I'm not hardworking.
I'm late of course, I don't care,
my boss threatens to fire me.
'Out, out!' I heard him shout,
and how I replyed, you all know.
I sighed desperately and went
to my whiskey and peanuts.
 
Chorus(x2):
Whiskey and peanuts
and from time to time - almonds.
 
I know it's stupid as hell
and even banal.
I wanted to say something good,
something inteligent,
and look what happened.
What are the young going to learn from this?
 
No, I have nothing to give you,
I can't do anything and I know nothing.
I forgot my key and this isn't my hut,
I don't like it here, but what over there.
Cigarettes are awfuly bad for your health,
why didn't I stop them a while ago.
I can't do anything and I know nothing.
No, I have nothing to give you except...
 
Chorus(x2):
Whiskey and peanuts
and from time to time - almonds.
 

Mari-Anna

Once lived in Lyulin,
tenth microregion,
a girl beautiful as a drop, oh,
I don't have a rhyme here, pardon me.
 
Chorus:
Oh, Mari-Anna, I love you so much,
Mari-Anna, I love you.
Oh, Mari-Anna, I love you so much,
Mari-Anna, I'm telling you:
I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you so much, I love you so much.
 
Once she entered trolley №6,
and there was our Pantaley -
tall, blonde, he walked handsomely,
but first of july is the day of the kid.
 
Chorus:
Oh, Mari-Anna, I love you so much,
Mari-Anna, I love you.
Oh, Mari-Anna, I love you so much,
Mari-Anna, I'm telling you:
I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you so much, I love you so much, hey.
 
Pantaley is a handsome boy
and from love at first sight he was caught.
He walked towards her, all blushed
and he whispered in dismay 'And who are you?'.
 
Chorus:
Oh, Mari-Anna, I love you so much,
Mari-Anna, I love you.
Oh, Mari-Anna, I love you so much,
Mari-Anna, I'm telling you:
I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you so much, I love you so much.
 
I love you Mari-Anna, Mari-Anna.
I love you Mari-Anna, Mari-Anna.
I love you Mari-Anna, Mari-Anna.
I love you so much, I love you so much. (x2)
 
Pantaley is a handsome boy
and from love at first sight he was caught.
He walked towards her, all blushed
and he whispered in dismay 'And who are you?'.
 
Chorus:
Oh, Mari-Anna, I love you so much,
Mari-Anna, I love you.
Oh, Mari-Anna, I love you so much,
Mari-Anna, I'm telling you:
I love you, I love you, I love you,
I love you so much, I love you so much. (x2)
Hey!