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10 out of 10, and this is my fingerprint!

10 out of 10, and this is my fingerprint!
You have the most beautiful atmosphere

Giving Up

Believe me, I waited for happiness till the last moment.
Believe me, I gave up on this love right now.
Eyes dont lie,
I know...
You did not want me to leave at all.
Just the sides you heard from about me were wrong.
But you could not, you could not see it in any way.
 
Life dragged you into the wrong place too.
All your wishes came before me.
 
Believe me, I waited for happiness till the last moment.
Believe me, I gave up on this love right now.
 
Eyes dont lie,
I know...
You did not want me to leave at all.
Just the sides you heard from about me were wrong.
But you could not, you could not see it in any way.
Life dragged you into the wrong place too.
All your wishes came before me.
 
Believe me, I waited for happiness till the last moment.
Believe me, I gave up on this love right now.
 

Autumn

In flames, in autumns set on fire,
my heart burns sometimes,
pure and alone. The wind awakens it,
touches its center and suspends it
in a light that smiles for no one:
so much beauty is set free!
 
I look for some hands,
a presence, a body,
that which tears down walls
and gives life to inebriated forms,
a touch, a song, a twirl, barely a wing

Entrapped it in the water

Versions: #1
There's no love, neither a confession.
No address,
nor empty streets help.
 
I couldn't find it without asking,
maybe I lost my way.
Even if I read it, I can't say your name
because I entrapped you in water.
 
I memorized it by reading and reading
but no matter what I did, I couldn't teach you about love.
I couldn't wake up when I was sleeping next to your
knees even
when I wake up.
 
I couldn't find it without asking,
maybe I lost my way.
Even if I read it, I can't say your name
because I entrapped you in water.
 
Neither birds nor these trees help.
There are so many mornings I spent without seeing.
When I was delusionally repeating love love love,
just when I said I gave up, I lost the way.
 
Even when I cry, I couldn't tell you my problem.
Because I entrapped you in water.
 

This love wont fit in this city

Versions: #1
I dive into bottomless depths.
Someone inside me cries for me.
I'm still a child, I build dreams
in these half enjoyable nights.
 
I hold onto one song to other.
I put one thousand stars on one cherry lip.
Heart goes and falls for the moon.
The body is blood red from head to toe.
 
No solution can be found if I die or stay alive.
This love is impossible, it won't fit in this city.
 
It is an open sea, ports are on my heart.
Your memory comes and goes, goes and comes back.
I know my hope is stubborn to hold on in vain.
My hope can pass as a white sail.
 

The Holy Company*

When at sunset
the last rays of the sun
were playing hiding
the lights and the color
of the forest of loss
Something begins moving
Something is seen in the distance
 
The rain made a whisper out of the sea
and the God of Shadows settled down
The Queen of The Night turned up
Her Majesty The Moon came followed
by a procession of souls in pain
Light carriers
Roses in a coffin
 
At the front they see
a living one with a cross
Well, they need him
to bring death
For I shall able to see him
Don't open the door to anyone, woman,
not until dawn
 
If you hear them arrive
and you want to save your soul
draw a protection circle1 now
Enter it and pray
and don't listen to its voice
Death will make you believe,
that it's me, 'Sweetheart2, open your doors for me'
 

• 1. To avoid receiving the curse of the 'Holy Company', which forces one to lead the procession, one should draw 'Solomon's Circle', a special type of protection circle, on the ground and quickly enter it. Waiting inside the circle until the procession passes protects the participant from being cursed
• 2. Despite its meaning being 'Sky' or Heaven', 'Cielo' can be also used to address a loved one.

Today is our buddy's marriage

Look how the groom is going dashingly
The vehicles in the caravan are stacked one after another
Look how the groom is going dashingly
The vehicles in the caravan are stacked one after another
Storm in the squares, the market is super crowdy
Storm in the squares, the market is super crowdy
The whole city is trembling
Today is our buddy's marriage, today is our buddy's marriage
Look how the groom is going dashingly
The vehicles in the caravan are stacked one after another
Storm in the squares, the market is super crowdy
The whole city is trembling
Today is our buddy's marriage, today is our buddy's marriage
 
This auspicious day comes only once in one's life
Everyone's heart dances in joy
The scent is distributed and beetle leaves are distributed (mouth freshner)
Our procession is going just fantastic
The market is crowded as people rush to see the groom
Look how the groom is going being a hero
Fireworks in the skies, dance in joy
Band party is playing music, dance in joy
Today the bride's side will become astonished
Today is our buddy's marriage, today is our buddy's marriage
 
Here came the bride's home
The local girls have crowded to see the bride
Someone is looking at the bride, someone at the dance
[I'm not sure what he's saying]
Crowd and mayhem to have a look at the bride
There's a hurry to receive the groom's side
Bride's parents have come forward to receive them
Both sides are in joy
[I'm not going to translate this]
Our buddy's marriage just rocked, today's our buddy's marriage
 
Look how the groom is going dashingly
The vehicles in the caravan are stacked one after another
Look how the groom is going dashingly
The vehicles in the caravan are stacked one after another
Storm in the squares, the market is super crowdy
The whole city is trembling
Today is our buddy's marriage, today is our buddy's marriage
Today is our buddy's marriage, today is our buddy's marriage
 

Under

I'll be 'the young' that Magzhan said!*
I'll lead my entourage!
Ruling the country with art,
I live ahead of others!
 
I'll be 'the young' that Magzhan said!
I'll lead my entourage!
Ruling the country with art,
I live ahead of others!
 
I have an instrument, I'll play it a little bit there
For a while the moon shines in the sky
 
86 revolution - you're sleeping at home in the bed!*
Understand your only nationality
I put the song to 'Red Birch'
 
How many different thoughts,
Become the path to dark eyes
Snatched, dragged, exchanged, handcuffed in the dark.
 
I'll be 'the young' that Magzhan said!
I'll lead my entourage!
Ruling the country with art,
I live ahead of others!
 
Kairat Rysqulbekov: 'Ahmet Baitursynov told us:*
My Kazakh, my country, be patient, resist being torn
Your cattle in the despoliation, your soul in captivity, Open your eyes - wake up!
You still don't sleep well?
You wanna sleep, where is your sleeping bag?'
 
To be different
Day after day, flip from style to style
Your people who don't fight won't ride in the name of freedom.
They won't understand, don't feel its taste
Those who have forgotten their home, choose the one that's gone.
When your dreams are shattered 'for the country',
Left ashes are gonna be lit up from black candles in here, in this castle
 
In the meantime, if you don't think, the sun is gonna set!
I shouted 'Wake up!'
Got threatened 'Stop!'
My sweat isn't wasted!
Heroes that share the same wish with the country,
I followed their path,
Told about their 'efforts' loudly but no one listened.
 
I'll be 'the young' that Magzhan said!
I'll lead my entourage!
Ruling the country with art,
I live ahead of others!
 
I'll be 'the young' that Magzhan said!
I'll lead my entourage!
Ruling the country with art,
I live ahead of others!
 
I'll be 'the young' that Magzhan said!
I'll lead my entourage!
Ruling the country with art,
I live ahead of others!
 
I'll be 'the young' that Magzhan said!
I'll lead my entourage!
Ruling the country with art,
I live ahead of others!
 

The Party-Hard Girl from Belén

I party the hardest in my family
The prettiest Black woman ever born
In Havana's neighborhood of Belén
 
I, I am the one who arrives at the party
And when I start dancing with my spongy little waist
I draw all the fearless handsomes
From out of the crowd
 
I've got hot sauce and peppers
In my atomic waist
And when I dance 'rumba' music
Let me leave my own juicy flair on it
 
Because I party the hardest in Belén
Because of my little waist
The men go crazy for me
Because of my little waist
 
(Because of your little waist)
Yeah, I party the hardest in Belén
(Because of your little waist)
Hey, those men go crazy over me
(Because of your little waist)
It's because I have hot sauce and peppers in my walk
(Because of your little waist)
Hey, Belén, Mari Belén, Mari Belén, I could die
(Because of your little waist)
 
They call me the 'guarachera' rhythm lady of Cuba
(Because of your little waist)
Oh, Belén, ay, Belén, Mari Belén, Mari Belén, I could die
(Because of your little waist)
Belén, Belén, Belén, Belén, Belén, Belén...
 

The Modern-Day Herbalist

There's a rumor about an announcement going around
And it goes:
The herbalist is here in town, is here in town
 
I bring you some root beer plant for the throat
I bring you some Monkey's hand for bloating and swelling
I bring you some nerve plant for your destiny
I bring you some common rue for the guy who's sneezing
 
I also bring basil for skinny people
Some Jesuit's tea for those flare-ups
Some vetiver for the guy who can't see
And with this herb, you'll get married
 
Herbalist...
 
~ ~ ~
 
Hey, yeah, I bring you some root beer plant
For the throat
And with this herb, you'll get married
 
Oh, yeah, I bring you some common rue
For the guy who's sneezing
And with this herb, you'll get married
 
Yeah, I bring you some Jesuit's tea
For those flare-ups
And with this herb, you'll get married
 
Yeah, I bring you some Monkey's hand
For bloating and swelling
And with this herb, you'll get married
 
~ ~ ~
 
And with this herb, you'll get married
 
Hey you, my modern-day herbalist
Modern day herbalist
And with this herb, you'll get married
 
Hey, yeah, I bring you some root beer plant
For the throat
And with this herb, you'll get married
 
Yeah, I bring you some Jesuit's tea
For those flare-ups
And with this herb, you'll get married
 
Yeah, I bring you some vetiver
For the guy who can't see
And with this herb, you'll get married
 

Hunting Season

Versions: #1
Endowed with magnificence
By God himself, a vamp was created
From a good family1, spoiled and clever
The gravestone for ballsy players2
She pursues the trends, she’s dangerous
Obscene, vulgar, overpowering and honest
Seductive, whorish and provocative
The slut has you well in hand
 
I’m small, my heart is pure
Don’t you wanna be my toy?
 
[chorus:]
Hunting season, it’s hunting season
So run! Run, baby, run!
 
The bitch who everyone knows by name
The hook on which your heart already hangs
 
Run, run baby, run
 
Her smile as real as her tits
Magnet for men with big cars
She pours on the charm, and makes you hot
Her love is fickle and sinfully costly
The knockout who wipes the floor with you
The snake who serves you every lie ice cold
 
The bitch who everyone knows by name
The fuse that’s gonna burn your ass
 
I’m small, my heart is pure,
Don’t you wanna be my victim?
 
[Chorus]
 
The chick who runs roughshod over you3
The blonde poison that consumes your heart
 
Hunting season, run baby, run
 
Vulgar bitch, cunning minx
In bed you’ve got your hand at the helm
Your lips, your mouth, your sex
Your spirit has bewitched me
 
Your eyes, your scent, your hair, your knowledge,
Your power, your chains, your filth, my conscience
Your quirks, my hands, your gaze
Your madness, my desire, your fucking
 
[Chorus]
 
The broad that eternally entices and calls
The prey that seeks vastness
 
Run, run baby, run!
 
The trail is fresh, ready to pounce
Schlachtfest4 in the clearing
 
Run, run baby, run!
 

• 1. German says from a good house, but as the same implications as this English phrase, meaning someone from a rich, upper-class, well educated background
• 2. A 'Stecher' can be used either derogatorily or congratulatorily to refer to a woman's sexual partner. Player seemed the closest equivalent. There's a unique meaning in the German that doesn't translate though - a 'Stecher' is an engraver, or someone who would inscribe a tombstone so the German implies the player is making their own grave as well
• 3. 'mit jemanden schlitten fahren' is an idiom meaning to treat someone harshly, bully them, or be inconsiderate. Since the German involved 'driving your sled' I chose 'run roughshod over' as a somewhat similar English expression.
• 4. When used in English, Schlachtfest is rarely translated. It literally means 'slaughter festival' and involves a pigroast.

Yalla Bye!

And at night at my sister's
on her white balcony
she explained to me detail by detail
how the son of a bitch left
 
So i said there are a few basic rules
that always protect me
let me only donate to you two words
Yalla1Bye
 
No, don't make a scene for him
no, it's not worthwhile
if it's over tell the boy
you said that it's enough so Yalla Bye
 
It's true that he always made
chinese food as well as pie
so eat this month from a box
and Yalla Bye
 
No, don't make a scene for him...
 
And that you should never request
'Perhaps just give me another chance'
so you will have a few difficult days
and Yalla Bye!
 
No, don't make a scene for him...
 

• 1. Arabic, slang - get going, OMG

Better later

Versions: #1
It would be something if I could care less
Maybe it would be easier in here then
Struggling to answer the phone when you call
Seems i possible to make you understand how I remember it
 
When a word can become so large, I'm breaking, burning up
When things go wrong, they go wrong, they go wrong
Wanted to turn off the light and sleep it all away
 
Maybe there is no heaven
Things should be better, should be better
I'm not like this because I want to
I cry too often, it always feels like Monday morning, and everything starts over
I haven't cleaned at all, I just got lost in dreams
Maybe there is no heaven
But hey, tell me again, that things will be better later on
 
I don't want to say things if they might make you sad
I've become good at just backing out and leaving the party
Don't have a car, no kids, don't live like my friends do
Just trying to decide how I feel
 
Like breathing without air, I'm afraid to take you with me
No, things go wrong, they go wrong, they go wrong
Usually turn off the light and sleep it all away
 
Maybe there is no heaven
Things should be better, should be better
I'm not like this because I want to
I cry too often, it always feels like Monday morning, and everything starts over
I haven't cleaned at all, I just got lost in dreams
Maybe there is no heaven
But hey, tell me again, that things will be better later on
 
It would be something if I could keep track of the time (ADHD!)
Have never been good at things I have to do, but faking happiness
 
But I know I am myself and I have the courage to feel that
If things go wrong, they go wrong, they go wrong
I can turn off the light and sleep it all away
 
Maybe there is no heaven
Things should be better, should be better
I'm not like this because I want to
I cry too often, it always feels like Monday morning, and everything starts over
I haven't cleaned at all, I just got lost in dreams
Maybe there is no heaven
But hey, tell me again, that things will be better later on
Please tell me again, that things will be better later on
 

Two strangers in the town

Gaze of where we ended up at the end
We are two strangers more in that town
We are enemies who are competing, one against the other
So, we can see who, of the two of us, can resist more time
 
Everything went out of hands
Our love has left the equation
There was something we weren't able to discover
Where did we go wrong?
 
And the truth is that we're not the same, we've changed
It's time to take a breath and start a new paragraph
 
Nobody has died for being in love
I get to know all of your secrets and I know what your blind spot is
and I know the weakness you're hidding, because you are afraid
of dealing with our own reality
 
And if I am asking you to go on a break
Is because I'm lacking air and my only yearning is
You and I make a clean break before this became a hell
Before we could hurt ourselves set me free
 
I wouldn't want to be in your place
You know that all the things you have done weren't right
There is no way to win against karma
 
And the truth is that we're not the same, we've changed
It's time to take a breath and start a new paragraph
 
Nobody has died for being in love
I get to know all of your secrets and I know what your blind spot is
and I know the weakness you're hidding, because you are afraid
of dealing with our own reality
 
And if I am asking you to go on a break
Is because I'm lacking air and my only yearning is
You and I make a clean break before this became a hell
Before we could hurt ourselves set me free
 
Set me free
Set me free
Set me free
 
Nobody has died for being in love
I get to know all of your secrets and I know what your blind spot is
and I know the weakness you're hidding, because you are afraid
of dealing with our own reality
 
And if I am asking you to go on a break
Is because I'm lacking air and my only yearning is
You and I make a clean break before this became a hell
Before we could hurt ourselves set me free
 
Gaze of where we ended up at the end
We are two strangers more in that town
 

Pretty Girl

Girl, my pretty girl
How I adore you, my pretty girl
I don't know if I can live without seeing you
I don't know if I can stop loving you
 
Girl, my pretty girl
How I adore you, my pretty girl
 
I don't know if I can live without seeing you
I don't know if I can stop loving you
My whole life blends into your life
My entire soul was born for your soul
And I would even give my blood to not lose you, woman
Woman of my soul, I was born to love you
 
And I would even give my blood to not lose you, woman
Woman of my soul, I was born to love you
 

With Ginger

Versions: #1
I’ve never eaten such dishes before,
That you serve me
I used to grab anything, just to have
Kilojules, so I could fight
 
Kilojules, to have something to fight about
Evil gesture, the key-word
Now I’m waiting for you to cut the parsley
To add sugar, pick lilac
 
With ginger, with ginger, ginger, ginger
 
I like the taste, even though I’m not used to it, I’m not used go it
I got angular taste buds, too shallow
I try and don’t want to offend you, it’s nonsense after all
I don’t want you to know my previous diet, again
 
I’ve never eaten such dishes before,
That you serve me
I used to grab anything, just to have
Kilojules, so I could fight
 
Kilojules, to have something to fight about
Evil gesture, the key-word
Now you want to sweetly sleep with me,
I devour your every dream, except
 
Ginger futures with the taste of cables, taste of anger
How could we omit this small difference, the polar opposite
And how could we omit that you need someone else
Who smells like ginger, ginger, ginger, ginger
 

From now on

There's this girl in my reflection she's tenacious and fearless
And without complexes she's a loyal warrior
(And) I see she's down in the river there waiting for you
 
Where courage can be proven day by day
Where the heroes after finding
An ideal world
 
From now on
There's no reason to doubt
That's how you want to be
That's how you want to look like
From now on!
You'll say that to the Moon
The stars will guide you
Say goodbye to who you were yesterday
From now on
 
I'm something more than that girl that you see passing by
I rose from the deep sea
Much farther beyond and I finally see the light
 
I want to dream with pride, have the attitude
I want to fight alongside you, take altitude
Know how far it is!
 
From now on
There's no reason to doubt
That's how you want to be
That's how you want to look like
From now on!
You'll say that to the Moon
The stars will guide you
Say goodbye to who you were yesterday
From now on
 
(From now on, ah ah)
From now on
(From now on, ah ah)
I break the curse because my heart is golden
 
And she has a gift
That girl passes by and a song plays
 
From now on
There's no reason to doubt (to doubt)
That's how you want to be
That's how you want to look like
From now on!
You'll say that to the Moon
The stars will guide you (Will guide you)
Say goodbye to who you were yesterday
From now on
 
From now on, start now!
Now!, You'll be what you dreamed to be
You'll be what you dreamed to be
And from now on!
 

Remember me

Remember me
When you leave
Remember me
When you are away
 
You take me with you
Wrapped in the gaze
And you leave me
The memory of your kisses
 
The beautiful
Spring may pass
Then autumn
With its dead leaves
 
And I'll keep thinking
That you always remember me
And I'll keep thinking
That you always remember me
 
I will keep your love like a reliquary
Among the beautiful things in life
Like the soft perfume of flowers
Or the morning air that one breathes
 
My thoughts will travel to you
What flight of wandering swallows
Just thinking that you might forget me
Just from thinking about it, I would die...
 
I will keep your love like a reliquary
Among the beautiful things in life
Like the soft perfume of flowers
Or the morning air that one breathes
 
My thoughts will travel to you
What flight of wandering swallows
Just thinking that you might forget me
Just from thinking about it, I would die...
 

The First Thing I'd Do

If I could escape from the grave
Being already dead

The Expiation of Vergilius

I• THE EXPIATION OF VERGILIUS
When descended into the inferno Jesus Christ
to redeem the animæs of the justs
flew to prostrate facing his feet augusts
Vergilius, who of all was the most bright.
 
' Father !' -the worried exclaim- 'now You've seen
that I pained enough ! No more scares !
Look that I abjure the pagans tastes
and to your divine law I don't resist !'
 
His paternals eyes turned Christ
and with sweet and severe voice, told him:
'The mercy of my Father to you forgive,
 
and the Heaven must open its doors

Julian Hernandez Bielma

The one who played the flute at vigils and gatherings
was Julian Hernandez Bielma, I'm sure you've seen him.
He was a drunkard old man who was always telling jokes,
whoever came across him, he would lessen their sadness.
 
I remember that beneath the arbor he'd always arrive first
so he could liven up the atmosphere because he was the best player,
he played the flute and was accompanied by his drum,
but he played it for fun rather than to earn money.
 
He played in every neighborhood's main festivities,
he was in charge of decorations in the countryside,
he spoke of a man named Munguía and a Colonel González,
it's what he spoke of when he was in his right mind.
 
They called him Teterete1 because of a horse that he had
that threw him about three times and he always rode with him
because he was also an agrarian and he made his living off the land
and he had many partners, I don't know how many children he had.
 
The day that you left us was surely when we stopped seeing you,
you remain in our memory, sir Julian 'Teterete',
although the band is playing and fireworks can he heard,
the drum and the whistling of Teterete's flute will always be missed.
 

• 1. Basiliscus basiliscus - a species of lizard in the family Corytophanidae.

Brand New

This sky is brand new, it's new for me
Two towers collapsed, I'm sorry for you
Anyway, nothing is newer nor older than the sun
A young couple is making love
In a side-street, in an alley
In 9 de julio street, in New York (1)
Kiss me on the lips and don't tell me no
You'll see pain is gone
I don't believe in almost anything
That doesn't come from the heart
I won't put up with your nonsense
It's useless for a conversation
Being old is new, dying is new
Being born again and writing again
New is amazing and also traditional
I come back anew to play rock and roll
I don't believe in almost anything
That doesn't come from the heart
I won't put up with your nonsense
It's useless for a conversation
This is new, it's new for me
Living without you is nothing new
I came back to my neighborhood and the guys notice me
I come back brand new and start all over again
I come back brand new and get lost again
I come back brand new and love you again
 

Moja osveta

Jednom kada se moja osveta realizuje,
znaćeš od čega sam napravljen i plakaćeš.
Jednom kada se moja osveta realizuje,
kunem ti se da ćeš se kajati.
 
Nećeš podići ni pogled,
moje zbogom će biti mučenje i prokletstvo,
u selu ćete nazivati napuštenom
i za mene će reći da nemam srce.
 
Bezdušnu imam dušu
zbog svega što mi je život oduzeo,
metak je pogodio metu
i oduzeo mi volju za životom.
 
Više ti ne pripadam i to je tvoja kazna,
da se ne probudiš više nijednu noć sa mnom,
što je učinjeno, učinjeno je, ne kajem se ni zbog čega
nikada nisam mislio da ću uživati u tvojoj patnji.
 
Pati kako sam ja patio, pati...
Plači kao što sam ja plakao, plači...
Pati kako sam ja patio, pati...
Plači kao što sam ja plakao i plači...
 
Plači, plači, plači, plači...
 
Bezdušnu imam dušu
zbog svega što mi je život oduzeo,
metak je pogodio metu
i oduzeo mi volju za životom.
 
Više ti ne pripadam i to je tvoja kazna,
da se ne probudiš više nijednu noć sa mnom,
što je učinjeno, učinjeno je, ne kajem se ni zbog čega
nikada nisam mislio da ću uživati u tvojoj patnji.
 
Više ti ne pripadam i to je tvoja kazna,
da se ne probudiš više nijednu noć sa mnom,
što je učinjeno, učinjeno je, ne kajem se ni zbog čega
nikada nisam mislio da ću uživati u tvojoj patnji.
 
Pati kako sam ja patio, pati...
Plači kao što sam ja plakao, plači...
Pati kako sam ja patio, pati...
Plači kao što sam ja plakao i plači...
 
Plači, plači, plači, plači...
 

Santo Domingo

Wooh
Manny cruz
Haha
 
Oh, every morning when the sun rises (oh-oh-oh)
Oh, I thank the Lord (oh-oh-oh)
For being born where the flowers
Dance merengue1with nightingales
And where the sea is always glass (oh-oh-oh)
 
I don't know what I like the most (oh-oh-oh)
If the gulmohars2or the carnival (oh-oh-oh)
All I know is that I feel proud
Of having been born in Santo Domingo
Dominican at heart
 
Oh, Santo Domingo, nothing like you
Walking forever through the colonial zone
To stroll an afternoon along the Malecón
Nothing like your magic, you're my great love
Oh, Santo Domingo, nothing like you
Like your palm trees and the sun when you wake up
If God gives me an opportunity
I would be born, again, in my beautiful capital
 
Santo Domingo
How beautiful you are!
 
I'm from where the Bible always is (oh-oh-oh)
As a strong shield for my city (oh-oh-oh)
Where joy is our flag
The music runs through the veins
And solidarity reigns (oh-oh-oh)
 
I don't know what I like the most (oh-oh-oh)
If the gulmohars or the carnival (oh-oh-oh)
All I know is that I feel proud
Of having been born in Santo Domingo
Dominican at heart
 
Oh, Santo Domingo, nothing like you
Walking forever through the colonial zone
To stroll an afternoon along the Malecón
Nothing like your magic, you're my great love
Oh, Santo Domingo, nothing like you
Like your palm trees and the sun when you wake up
If God gives me an opportunity
I would be born, again, in my beautiful capital
 
But, how tasty!
Manny cruz
 
Oh, Santo Domingo, nothing like you
Walking forever through the colonial zone
To stroll an afternoon along the Malecón
Nothing like your magic, you're my great love
Oh, Santo Domingo, nothing like you
Like your palm trees and the sun when you wake up
If God gives me an opportunity
I would be born, again, in my beautiful capital
 
Let's go!
Manny Cruz, wuh
No matter where I go
I'll always carry you in my heart
 

• 1. musical genre
• 2. Delonix regia, a tree

I could never do

This love is inside me.
It's pain rises in my heart.
This helplessness shows me
the realities.
 
Even if I die in your hands,
wouldn't this pain go away?
Even if I come back to your heart,
wouldn't this ache go away?
 
Your face is on my mind, it's not going anywhere.
I can't love others, I can't ever hear them.
Your face in my heart doesn't subside.
I can't ask about you, I could never do.
 
This problem of mine is catching flames.
It's trouble is coming off hard for my heart to take.
Your eyes...
teach me about life.
 
Even if I die in your hands,
wouldn't this pain go away?
Even if I come back to your heart,
wouldn't this ache go away?
 
Your face is on my mind, it's not going anywhere.
I can't love others, I can't ever hear them.
Your face in my heart doesn't subside.
I can't ask about you, I could never do.
 

Two Steps From Paradise

Away from home
Since more then a week
Miles and miles far away
From my love
 
Is she waiting for me
I keep dreaming here
Flying high close to the sky
 
I go out at night walking alone
I keep going anywhere
I make my way
The radio plays a song
That reminds me of you, I
I get crazy with emotion
And now I don't know what I'll do
 
I'm two steps from paradise
Don't know if I'll go back
I'm two steps from paradise
Maybe I'll stay there
I'm two steps from paradise
Don't know why I said 'bye bye'
Bye bye, baby, bye bye
 
-The Radio Activity brings to you
Another program of the serious series
'Dedicate a song to who you love'
I have here in my hands a letter
A latter from a listener that writes to us
And signs with the unassuming pseudonym of
'Passionate Moth of Guadalupe'
She tells us that on the day that would be
The happiest day of her life
Arlindo Orlando, her fiance
A known trucker of the small and
quiet town of Miracema do Norte
Ran away, vanished, slipped away
Oh! Arlindo Orlando come back
Wherever you may be
Come back to your beloved's bosom
She hopes to see that truck coming back
With low beams and hard bumper
Now a song, sing to me
I don't want to see you that sad
 
I'm two steps from paradise
And my love I'll get you
I'm two steps from paradise
And I'll never leave you again
I'm two steps from paradise
Don't know why I said 'bye bye'
 

Odustala sam

Gubi se ljubav svakim danom sve više
Teške boje duge na tvom licu
Tišina koja nastaje dok jutro nestaje
Kao lopov koji je neodlučno odlučan
U mom krevetu ti si stranac 40 godina.
Moja otpornost odustaje
Plaćam skupo to što te volim
 
Gubi se ljubav svakim danom sve više
Teške boje duge na tvom licu
Tišina koja nastaje dok jutro nestaje
Kao lopov koji je neodlučno odlučan
U mom krevetu ti si stranac 40 godina.
Moja otpornost odustaje
Plaćam skupo to što te volim
 
Odustaje moja otpornost
Plaćam visoko zbog toga što te volim
Odustala sam i definitivno
Plaćam visoko zbog toga što te volim
 
Odustani od moga srca od mojih snova
Ranjena sam na hiljadu mesta
Nisam ta sa kojom si vodio ljubav
Ne mogu da oprostim
Oprosti ti meni ,idem negde daleko gde nisi ti.
 
Prokletstvo, ne mogu, ipak
Kada god pobegnem tebi se nazad vraćam.
Prokletstvo ,ne mogu
Plaćam visoko zato što te volim.
 

The Soup

The problem was the soup,
An ordinary, stupid soup,
And today two weeks have passed
Since I stopped speaking to her.
When it comes to food,
I like it varied.
My organism just cannot stand
Having to eat the same thing all over again.
 
And she goes on with sorrel A bloodied accordion our souls
We will be this night all day
Come back to me
Love me without light in our blue bedchamber
Where there was no sun for us
Blind me
Finish off my heart
In our blue bedchamber
My love
Night will leave without haste or nostalgia
It'll have to be a tango our wound
A bloodied accordion our souls
We will be this night all day
Come back to me
Where there was no sun for us
Blind me
Finish off my heart
In our blue bedchamber
My ay-ah
My love
 

That everything's black

Days which resemble only the shadow of the night
Silence which echoes like a scream in the soul
When the eyelids don't even have the force of a storm
When the flood carries me away I can no longer see the shore
Love which wasn't born at the right time
When spring forgets to open its buds
The ever full moons which no longer smile at me
Like playing chess when the queen is lost
 
That everything's black
That everything's black
How can I tell you
That everything's black
How I fear
How I freeze
How can I tell you
When you're not there
That I am nothing
Without you
How can I tell you, tell me
How can I tell you
That I am like a smile
Without you
Which doesn't know
Where to fade
 
My knowledge which resembles nothing but the shadow of doubt
The good which does bad things when the bad overpowers you
When there's a monsoon in the heart of the iris
Spoiling the corn just before the harvest
I know I've lost you over the years
And you said a hundred times that you wouldn't come back
So I can leave like a lonely wolf
Lying down close to a beech to pass away
I would have wanted you to be that someone
With you I wanted so much to be someone else than who I am
Emballish the world in the depth of your belly
Forget who I am and close my eyes
 
That everything's black
That everything's black
How can I tell you
That everything's black
How I fear
How I freeze
How can I tell you
When you're not there
That I am nothing
Without you
How can I tell you
How can I tell you
That I am like a smile
Without you
Like a sad ship
Which doesn't know where to sail
 
When you're so lonely that even loneliness
Seems to be a friend whom you're leaving
The one who's by your side since your first breath
Who wouldn't leave you from this day on
When you no longer know that one day you were able to laugh
When the bad chose your soul as its empire
When all the romantics and the sad in this world
Chose your heart to cry in there
 
That everything's black
That everything's black
How can I tell you
That everything's black
How I fear
How I freeze
How can I tell you
When you're not there
That I am nothing
Without you
How can I tell you
How can I tell you
That I am like a smile
Without you
Which doesn't know
Where to fade