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I am a Wolf

In my dreams I hunt the rose
The nudity of her body
I drink from its warmth
Which replenishes my life
I dive into the heart of her image
Angel or demon, pure or unfaithful
Is she real or just a mirage?
I no longer know
 
I carry on with no remorse
The devil may take me away
I turn my back on the world and my brothers
I don't need to leave
This wonderful hell
I drink from the elixir
Of her mouth, where my desire reaches ecstasy again
I watch her, I search for her, the caress
Breathing like an animal
 
I was a man, I am a wolf
She has made me crazy
All the curves of her body
Possess me again and again
Confessing desire
To take in her scent and her taste
I run along her skin
Without saying a word
Without saying a word
 
I drew her face
On the walls of my heart
I erased the past
Whatever made her scared
I lose myself in the crystal
Of her eyes, so pale like the sky,
And as if to make them more fatal,
Tinted with blues
She draws me in, she sighs, I desire
To seize her like an animal
 
I was a man, I am a wolf
She has made me crazy
I am ready to burn down my nights
In her 'I love you', her wants
When she hallucinates and desires
I go crazy, I get worse
I embrace the softness of her breasts
Between my hands
I no longer want to cheat
My old loves, erased
Let me remain a prisoner
 
I was a man, I am a wolf
She has made me crazy
All the curves of her body
Possess me again and again
 
I was a man, I am a wolf
She has made me crazy
 


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From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
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What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
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Rain





Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
 

I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
 

Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
 

You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
 

Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
 


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Sawah Lettuces





Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
 

In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
 

Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
 


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The Little Bunch of Rushes





O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
 
  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.