Zen Circus - L'amore è una dittatura Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Love is a dictatorship
They saw us swimming in waters that reached our knees
And bowing to mosquitoes, begging them not to mix
Our blood with the one of the mass of mice that came from the sea
Open doors, closed harbors, smiles to strangers
Looking at us in amazement as we kiss,
Man to man, hand in hand
A cigarette can't tell it, it might take an entire life
Or a song, surely not this one,
Other masters, other parents
Who don't hold against you who you are, what you want
What you used to be
Existing is only one moment
Those who live through time die happily
And yes, they saw us counting the stones of this desert
Patience, wasting time with the sky, doing it as a job
Paid to imagine something you can't take a photo of
I'll make myself clearer, without hiding behind bullshit
Casually written in this horror gym
Here's the stone, here's the sin,
A shepherd dog does it for love,
Not for money, not for resentment,
Flocks don't only exist for the wool
Nor for the law
We are antennas, televisions
We emit stories that make noise
We search for the woman of life or the man of death
Closed roads, eternal smiles, children blood of our work
They won't resemble us, they'll be children of the entire world
Losing the dullness of when everything was in place
Mice killed off, annihilated, monsters under the bed
You let that familiar embrace fly away
Of those who, in the name of your good, destroyed your past
When you arrive the others leave
You know it won't do, but you like to make do
As they do in those countries we can't pronounce the names of
But we like to tame with words
I was there when the facts happened
The fact doesn't continue to exist
Put it into record
But you don't fear anyone
Except your height
There's democracy in your heart
But love is a dictatorship
Made of categorical imperatives
But no executions
While, on the other hand, you can find anarchy in every emotion
Stay close to me, or rather, distant enough
So I can look at your face from the room of my eyes
Open or closed, it doesn't matter
They're eyes, so still an open door
The time is passing, you can hear it from this watch
While you work in a café, in a press or in an office and
And you still hope for someone waiting for you out there,
Not to beg you for money, nor to rob you,
Not to sell you drugs or steal your job position
But to scream into your face that you're the only one, the only one
The only one, the only one
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17.03.2025
Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)
From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
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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?
17.03.2025
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 rushes
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