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Giovanni Vs. Morsay - Epic Pokemon Battle #4

Seriously truand2laGalère raps better!
Draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
 
Epic Pokemon Battle!
Morsay!
Against!
Giovanni!
Go!
 
Morsay:
Morsay! Truand 2 La Galère!
Send me your henchmen, share to your little brothers
By the tens, by the hundreds, they won't be able to do anything.
I'm not afraid of anything... I'm a real gangster!
So you steal the kids' pokemons?
ZUBAT, RATTATA, what interesting pokemons...
While you're at it, steal some great candy from them.
And just to prevent... also some potions!
Because I'm going to murder you, verbally, morally,
Mentally, violently, even literally!
I have no mercy, I take your henchmen one by one.
I'm going to stab them so much... they'll call me godfather!
I'll bleed you to death. It'll make tomato sauce.
And since you're Italian, I'm going to cut off all your legs.
You're making a mistake by confronting a guy this big...
But at least you have enough to make spaghetti bologna!
 
Giovanni:
All right, are you done? Can I go back to my business?
Taking care of a kiddo... I don't have all day!
Go back to school! Go learn respect!
Or I'll call your parents..........well, I won't need it.
I have Italian roots and I am proud of it!
I know where I come from, I knew my mother, I knew my father.
And today... I respect my brothers.
My henchmen are my family and we're going to blow you to dust!
Your shitty humor won't hurt me
I'm stirring billions! What do you say, kid?
You think you're tough, but you're going straight into the wall.
You're not a little gangster... just a scumbag!
 
Morsay:
Stop it! I'm going to cry! I never knew my father...
On the other hand, the whole world knows my grandfather!
And how are you talking about family? You don't have any friends!
Your henchmen are here for your money. Not for your Panzannis!
I have a rare and class pokemon and, look my Charizard!
Let me see yours? Oh my God, my eyes hurt!!
Only dinosaurs? You have a prehistoric style.
I understand why you lose so often against Lunatic.
 
Giovanni:
Why so arrogant? You have a lack of confidence?
Look how you're dressed, it looks like you just graduated from first grade.
You want to be a champion? Here, here are some TCs!
Because you lack technique, so go back to training!
If you want a duel, come on, my victory is certain!
I'll tell you a secret I'm the last arena champion!
And frankly... you're talking about my Pokemons
But Lunatic beat me twice, you, the triple minimum!
 
Who deserves to win?
Who will be next?
You have the power!
 
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Song For My Death

There was a time that was beautiful
And I was really free,
I kept all my dreams
In glass castles.
Little by little I was growing
And my love fables
They were fading,
Like soap foam
 
I'll find you one morning
Inside my room
And you will prepare the bed
For two...
 
The road is long
When one looks back.
You are crossing the borders
Maybe without noticing...
Take the railings,
Because before arriving,
A thousand of old people clung there
But they went away the same way...
 
I'll find you one morning
Inside my room
And you will prepare the bed
For two...
 
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Evidently, Not...

The whole night awake, you weren't by my side.
The echo from that street returns, clamouring
That your words didn't sleep with me
And, until dawn, I watched how you gave yourself to him.
 
Not suspicious at all as far as everyone is concerned;
That naive attitude makes you perfect.
But, to deceive me, you lack the common sense
That you didn't show yesterday: your shrewdness failed...
 
Speak! Speak!
You're really good at it...
Speak... Talk to me!
 
[Chorus:]
Nothing! Nothing!
Not even your rehearsed way of looking at people
Nothing! Nothing!
Nor even that nonsense you call an alibi
Nothing! Nothing
Of what you make up, will work on me!
Did you think about your love?
Evidently, not...
 
My enemy was right at home and I didn't know it.
An angel's face that now, only memory preserves.
Your blood boils, in case the cold awaits you...
The house is all yours: I'd rather be in a hotel!
 
Greedy, all wrapped up in false modesty;
Let your arrogance comfort you now.
You kissed me and thought that I was asleep,
But I woke up... I saw you embracing him.
 
Speak! Speak!
Keep listening to yourself...
Speak... Talk to me!
 
[Chorus:]
Nothing! Nothing!
Not even your rehearsed way of looking at people
Nothing! Nothing!
Nor even that nonsense you call an alibi
Nothing! Nothing
Of what you make up, will work on me!
Did you think about your love?
Evidently, not...
 
I had already warned you
That there would only be one chance
Between you and I,
And now everything is imperfect.
Nothing! Nothing!
You don't deserve anything anymore!
Do you care whether it was painful?
Evidently, not...
 
And the worst of it all is that I believe you
When you tell me, my love
That I'm the best thing that ever happened to you...
Only me!
 
Speak! Speak!
I'm still listening to you...
Speak... Talk to me!
 
[Chorus:]
Nothing! Nothing!
Not even your rehearsed way of looking at people
Nothing! Nothing!
Nor even that nonsense you call an alibi
Nothing! Nothing
Of what you make up, will work on me!
Did you think about your love?
Evidently, not...
 
I had already warned you
That there would only be one chance
Between you and I,
And now everything is imperfect.
Nothing! Nothing!
You don't deserve anything anymore!
Do you care whether it was painful?
Evidently, not...
 
[Instrumental]
 
Oooh...
 
Did you think about your love?
Evidently, not...
 
Nothing! Nothing...!
 
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This Is My Singing

Sleep, sweet Kovu
Dream and tell me that
When you grow up, my lion
You will be the king
 
I have always been persecuted
I'm exiled and alone
If I think in that brute
I know I'm a beast
 
But a dream lets me
Cheer up and not cry
And it makes me be a kitten
And it helps me rest
 
It's about seeing Simba agonize
To capture his princess
And hear his lionesses scream
This is my singing
 
I've already tried to forget
And we must turn to forgiveness
But there's a little problem
I don't want to see them live
 
Do you count with any friend
To defeat Simba?
I prepare my own battles
For the great happy ending
 
It's music to hear howling
It's a relief to break, to fight
It's magical, and I'll love it
I shall not be tamed
 
Scar is gone, but Zira is still here
Raising this kid
Until his soul carries
The instinct for evil
 
Sleep, termite
I mean, my precious dainty gift
When you grow up, little rascal
You will be the king
 
The earth already pounds the drum
It already roars with its rancor
 
The great revenge
Will triumph
 
Listen to the clamor
Kovu is going win
 
Stop, oppressors
It's time to fight
The sky is going to cry
This is my singing
 
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And Now She's There

I am a nobody, no one sees me
They tell me that I gave the best of my love
And when I see her, I thank the God
And pray that her life will be beautiful and shadeless
And Juliette had grown
 
And now she's there, she's in love with him
The childhood is gone, she's leaving me
And it is I who is captive in the cradle of her babyhood
It is not I whom she wants
And only I have never given up on her
And now she's there, she loves him
And her heart is full
 
And she who was once mine, now belongs to another
When her mother said 'My daughter', I felt how my heart was flaming
Why, for their husbands' sake, do so many women forget
That the birthing and the contractions, will bring them to their twenties
And Juliette had grown
 
And now she's there, she's in love with him
She's a woman now, and she's leaving me
And I who sees, who watches without a word
Shall give her my entire life
To my child who grew
 
And now she's there, in love with him
And her heart is full
And now she's there, and now I know
That love is the devil
Give me courage and strength
To get used to this groom
And now she's there, she loves him
And her heart is full
 
And now she's there
 

Wonderful, Wonderful Heart

Wonderful, wonderful heart,
my partner on the roads of life
always by my side in those hours of sadness
always with me in moments of joy.
Wonderful, wonderful heart
I thank you for your friendship, for your company
for being my friend in pain,
my confidant in love,
I want to tell you that I don't know what would I do without you.
 
Wonderful, wonderful heart,
how many follies and adventures we shared,
how many unforgettable memories we got
from the loves and passions that we lived.
Wonderful, wonderful heart
I'm so happy when I feel your beating
because you are who gives me life
and when I ask for much more
you are with me because I'm your spoiled.
 
Wonderful, wonderful heart
I beg you to never stop dreaming
never stop feeling the emotions
a thousand emotions that we both have felt
Wonderful, wonderful heart
you are the flame that nests here in my chest
so that there's always love,
to take it where I'm going
I thank you for how well you have done.
 
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O Sleep My Little Kozak

Anatoliy Sukhogo's lyrics and music
 
Sleep, my little Kozak son,
Go turn upon your side,
Sleep, my dear son, your mother is now lulling you,│
Sleep, O Kozak, your horse will calmly wait for you. │2
 
Luli, luli, bye and bye,
Come will Nicholas, tomorrow,
Bringing you as a gift, │
There a packet of Golden songs. │2
 
REFRAIN:
And in the quiet winter night, │
We will venture out to the Sich, │
There they will give to us │
A lovely sliced carrot│2
 
Sleep, O Kozak, it's early yet for battle,
Your Hetmans there are all still young,
And when you go to your first battle- │
There are few of us now, and even less of you. │2
 
REFRAIN
 
Sleep my dear son, you must sleep now ,
The bunny sleeps as does brother wolf,
The blue waterfall does play, so │
A fairy tale drifts over the land, │
Luli-luli, bye and bye. │2
 

Magnificat [fn] As a part of the phrase "Magnificat anima mea Dominum" - My soul praises the Lord. [/fn] : Quia Respexit

Because He has looked upon the lowliness
The lowliness of His servant. 1
Because He has looked upon the lowliness
The lowliness of His servant.
 
Behold, behold
Behold, behold
 
Behold, for from now on [they'll deem me] blessed
Behold, for from now on [they'll deem me] blessed
They'll deem me blessed
Blessed, blessed
They'll deem me
 
  • 1. ancilla - female form of the Latin word for servant, slave; alternative translation: The lowliness of His slavegirl
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Bohemian Ražnjići

1'Hu-uh? Hu-uh? Well, so, then… these, these, these, these exams, this school report… how is it going? … is it going?'
[he cries]
 
My mother yells, my school report here
looks like a football pool sheet: I got only 1s, 2s, and Xs!2
With bloodshot eyes, she slaps me while yelling:
'You halfwit dumbass! Shut up and be ashamed of yourself!'
No more parties, and I’m going to stay
holed up, I’m going to expiate…
'Uninstall Windows; I’m deleting your Facebook account!'
My account…
 
Mum… 'speak…', I might be a moron, 'you’re right…!'
I might study little, alright, but the teacher has it in for me!
Mum, she made it up, she says I didn’t go to school…
Mum, oooh… 'Whose signature is this?!?
You forged it! I’m going to kick your ass through all of Gretta!'3
 
What a neighborhood, what a neighborhood… 'I feel like vomiting!'
 
Now, come on… you’re exaggerating!
'I’m going to hit you on the head with your Crocs!' Please don’t take away my Xbox!4
Mum, you know that Einstein - it’s written here -
'…don’t speak bullshit!'
flunked his Math exam! 'You dimwit!'5
Mum, oooh… (he swears like Gildo)6
I’m like Stan Lee: hey, look at the 'Fantastic Four' I got…!7
 
[janitor-Renato Zero]8
So many times you deserved zero,
zero-crazyheads, zero-madmen,
the worst student in your life!
Hold me tight, ’cause it’ll be over in two minutes!
Together, let’s put the icing on cake of this year of 'I don’t feel like it…',
full of 'I have no time…', full of 'let me sleep!'
with a wonderfully shitty exam!
 
'Come on, let’s talk about Boccaccio and Zibaldone!9
Study, you jackass! Study, you jackass! He hasn’t studied a f***ing thing!
Subject of your choice: now you talk to me about
Galileo, about Romeo, Zebedee, are you Perseus? Thirty-seus!'10
I’m going to excuse myself!11
 
If I don’t answer, it’s going to get rough
'You’re smart, but you don’t apply yourself,
playing truant results in this!'12
 
I rummage and rummage, and in the mean time I burble…
'I’m flunking you!' No! This coming year I’ll study!
'Fat chance! I’m flunking you!' No!
'Let’s talk about Miró…' Lignano!13
'Back to your desk, this time you’re going to get a 3!' Please!
'Shut up and get your 3!' Please!
'Shut up and get your 3!' I got 3…
No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
Oh goodness me, goodness me! Goodness me, what a lousy mark!
Will I pass? Who knows! Mum, I swear she heas it in for me, for me, for me!
 
[father-Galeazzi]14
(…the last excuses! Here come the last excuses! He’s hitting rock bottom:
now he’s digging, he’s digging again, with no dignity, with no dignity!)
 
Look, mum, I have a 7 in my school report, you know?
'Yes, if you add up all the marks you got!'
Oh, baby, I made such an ass of myself!
I study, but, you know, I study, but, you know I’m unlucky!
 
[father-Sgarbi]15
'So I’ll tell you: you’re an ignorant goat, you’re hopeless. Shame on you!
Your profession should be that of dunking your nards in liquid nitrogen! Shame on you!
You’re a goat, an ignorant goat! Goat! Goat! Goat!'
(Goat! Ignorant goat! You shit! Goat! Goat!)
 
It’s better to go drinking; in these exams, I…
even if I’m admitted to them, to me it’s better to go drinking!
 
'Oh, I understand, I understand… it’s just that… now what you’re gonna do
with all those 2s, 3s, 4s, that you got up until now? What are gonna do with them?
 
I’ll play them at Bingo!16
 
[father-Baglioni]17
'Full of 3s in physics,
full of 3s in chemistry,
math: 3, history: 3, science: 3!'
 
  • 1. are a kind of Slavic skewers, beloved by Triestine people.
  • 2. schedina {little sheet} is the card used to bet in the Italian game of (and the game itself is usually called schedina), similar to football pools.
    The player bets his money trying to guess the results of football matches, usually from the Italian premier division (Serie A).
    For each match, the player must choose between '1' (win by the home team), '2' (win by the away team), and 'X' (draw).
    In the song, the Totocalcio results become the exam results: in Italian schools (especially secondary schools), marks are from 1 (or 2) to 10 (the maximum, possibly 'cum laude'), with 1/2 point increments; sufficient marks are those no less than 6.
    Usually, a mark of 1 or 2 is only given to students refusing to take an exam, or not answering anything during the exam.
    'X' is not mark, and in the song it probably indicates the exams that the student skipped by playing truant.
  • 3. is a district in Trieste.
    In Italian schools, all marks received by (underage) students, as well as every disciplinary action or absence from school or school report, must be acknowledged by a parent or legal ward of the student by signing a written note (usually tailored to the specific circumstance, not standardized) which the student must give back to the school.
  • 4. is a US shoe manufacturer, famous for their foam clogs.
    is a videogame console.
  • 5. It’s often said that was not good at math, despite being a genius in physics. In fact, he was very skilled at math, while he didn’t fancy the educational system at all, and he was also rejected at the admission tests to enter the University of Zurich, despite his excellent results in technical subjects.
  • 6. Gildo is a Triestine drunk homeless who insults people.
    See .
  • 7. is a very famous US comic book writer; he was the lead editor at Marvel Comics.
    Among the many characters he created, are the .
    In the song, '4' refers to the (bad) marks that he got.
  • 8. is a Italian singer-songwriter.
    His stage name comes from his early detractors who called him 'a zero'.
    His fans are called zerofolli {zero-madmen} or sorcini {little rats}.
    {the best years of our life} is one of his most famous songs.
    Another song by him is {the sky}.
    Renato Zero is from Rome; that’s why these lines are in Italian mixed with Rome dialect.
  • 9. is an Italian writer from the 1300s, who is studied in all Italian high schools.
    {hodgepodge} is a collection of writings by the 1800s Italian poet Giacomo Leopardi. This too is (almost) always studied in high schools.
  • 10. , who lived in the 1500s-1600s, is the creator of modern science.
    He’s studied in Italian schools also because of the literary value of his works about popularization of science.
    was a hero in Greek mythology.
    Perseus is featured in the childish wordplay 'Sei Perseo? Trentaseo' {Are you Perseus? Thirty-seus}, because of its assonance with 'sei per sei, trentasei' (6×6=36) {six by six - thirty-six}.
    Romeo might refer to the main character of Shakespeare’s tragedy , even though non-Italian writers - including Shakespeare - are studied little in Italian schools.
    is a character from the Bible. He would never be featured in a school test. Most probably, he’s featured in the song to rhyme with the other names, and because zebedeo is also a slang word for 'testicle'.
    Anyway, the names make up a list which is completely extraneous to the shallow culture of the student in this song.
  • 11. giustificazione (or giustifica, or nota di giustificazione) is a written note by a parent or legal ward that a student has to present to the school when they come back to school after one or more days off, to check that that absence was justified (by illness, extra-scholastic commitments, etc.).
  • 12. When parents go to school (every few months) to talk to the teachers about how their children are doing, a typical description of the student is 'suo figlio è intelligente, ma non si applica' {your son is smart, but he doesn’t apply himself}.
  • 13. is a Catalan painter from the 1900s.
    , in the province of Udine.
  • 14. is a former Italian rower; he then became a TV sport commentator, and he’s famous for his frenzy while commenting (besides being famous for his size).
    See for instance .
  • 15. is an Italian art critic, who is mostly known for his TV appearances in which he yells and swears to anybody - and he keeps perpetuating this persona of his.
    His most famous curse is 'Capra! Capra! Capra! Capra!… Sei una capra ignorante!' {goat! goat! goat! goat!… you’re an ignorant goat!}.
    See for example .
  • 16. People gambling on lottery games like Bingo usually bet on numbers that have some significance to them, like the numbers in a special date, or numbers that were 'revealed' to them in a dream.
  • 17. is an Italian singer-songwriter.
    Among his most famous songs is @1:42.
You can use my translations however you like.
“Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.” ― Dalai Lama XIV
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Trieste

1In all of my thoughts,
everyday ones and newly-born ones,
lingers
 
one that [makes you] feel like singing,
like a waltz making your head
spin.
 
Like some persistent music,
heard and never forgotten,
Trieste.
 
A sudden wind
kissing you strongly on your face,2
Trieste.
 
Sea, bottomless sky,
navel of my world,3
Trieste.
 
A ship dressing overall of white,4
navy and sky blue,5
Trieste.
 
A rose in a drinking glass,
two geraniums on a windowsill,
flowery Trieste.
 
Ancient tavern songs
about wine, women, nostalgia,
my Trieste.
 
Group photos at Miramare,6
wearing navy uniforms,
Trieste on a postcard.
 
And your old people on the seashore,
a mermaid for dreaming,
Trieste.
 
Waltzy Trieste,
cheerful and boreal,7
imperial Trieste.8
 
Favorite of the sultan,
and of the emperor,9
Trieste, love.
 
Like a deeply loved woman,
lost and then sought for,
Trieste found again.
 
Tricolor in spring,10
border flag,
marksmen’s Trieste.11
 
Hope that reflourished
and was soon betrayed,
wounded Trieste.
 
Roman, republican,12
sell your petticoat dearly
if you must be Italian.
 
Flowery Trieste,
cheerful and waltzy,
imperial Trieste.
 
Favorite of the sultan
and the emperor,
Trieste, love.
 
Hope that reflourished
and was soon betrayed,
wounded Trieste.
 
Trieste, love.
 
  • 1. (Trst in Slovene) is a city in northeastern Italy. It’s on the sea, and very close to the border with Slovenia.
    Trieste has a rich history and culture, which this song refers to many times. It was especially active as a crossroads of cultures in the 1800s and early 1900s, because of its status as an international seaport and a natural link between Italy, the Germanic countries and the Balkans.
    Sergio Endrigo was born in in 1933. At the time, Pola and the Istrian peninsula were part of Italy (they were annexed after World War I). After World War II, Italy lost most of those territories, though not Trieste. Nowadays, Pola {Pula} is part of Croatia.
  • 2. It refers to the wind, typical of Trieste, which comes in sudden strong gusts, blowing at a speed up to 250km/h (155mph).
  • 3. = the center of the world, the crossroads of the world, a place of particular significance because of its cultural/spiritual/emotional value.
  • 4. = to string signal flags on a ship as a sign of celebration.
  • 5. blu = blue (only dark blue in Italian)
    celeste = sky blue.
  • 6. is a castle on the Gulf of Trieste.
  • 7. boreal = northern
  • 8. Italy was unified in 1861, but Trieste only became part of it later on.
    From early 1700s to World War I, Trieste was part of the Austrian Empire (except for a brief parenthesis in early 1800s, during the Napoleonic Wars).
  • 9. Up to the end of World War I, Austria was an (which was ruled by a sultan) controlled a vast area including the Balkans, Turkey, the Middle East, and north-eastern Africa, though they both declined after World War I.
  • 10. {tricolor} is the Italian national flag (green, white, and red).
  • 11. {marksman} = a member of the Italian Army infantry corps by the same name.
    The corps were created in 1836, and played a major role in the wars for Italian Independence (which finally took place in 1861).
  • 12. Trieste was annexed to Italy after World War I (around 1920).
    Though the most numerous community in the city was the Italian one, a very large number of Slavic people (in Trieste and in the other annexed territories) had to move away or to undergo forced Italianization.
    Italy became a Republic after World War II (in 1946).
    After World War II, Italy lost many territories to present-day Slovenia and Croatia, and Trieste - though still Italian - now sits very close to the border (it’s actually closer to Slovenia and Croatia than to any other Italian city).
You can use my translations however you like.
“Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.” ― Dalai Lama XIV
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Little dokney Noonoo

1If you call an 'ass' the little donkey Noonoo,
that’s for sure, that’s plain: you don’t know Noonoo.
Sure, he has difficulties with words;
they’ll be overjoyed when he manages to read them.
He’s not doing it mischievously; he’s perfect, so
I’ll always listen to him with much respect.
 
Little dokney Noonoo doesn’t sound like 'hee-haw hee-haw',
instead you can hear him utter 'haw-hee haw-hee'.
He brays like that,
it’s not a big deal if he makes a mistake when he reads it like that!
 
Little dokney Noonoo doesn’t sound like 'hee-haw hee-haw',
instead you can hear him utter 'haw-hee haw-hee'.
His call is different,
some people are puzzled when he brays like 'haw-hee'!
 
With his vocabulary, Noonoo studies very much,
but when he reads things backwards, it’s not Noonoo’s fault.
Many times, he’s distracted, it looks like he’s not there,
he often mistakes a 'C' as in 'cat' for a 'G'.
He’s not a werewolf, he’s not a rare beast, everybody knows that
the real asses are people teasing him!
 
Little dokney Noonoo doesn’t sound like 'hee-haw hee-haw',
instead you can hear him utter 'haw-hee haw-hee'.
He brays like that,
it’s not a big deal if he makes a mistake when he reads it like that!
 
Little dokney Noonoo doesn’t sound like 'hee-haw hee-haw',
instead you can hear him utter 'haw-hee haw-hee'.
His call is different,
some people are puzzled when he brays like 'haw-hee'!
 
He speaks to us with his eyes, and he tells a lot more,
Noonoo talks about himself with his squiggles.
 
Little dokney Noonoo doesn’t sound like 'hee-haw hee-haw',
instead you can hear him utter 'haw-hee haw-hee'.
Consonants and vowels go on space flights, and he brays like that!
 
Little donkey Noonoo doesn’t sound like 'hee-haw hee-haw',
instead you can hear him utter 'haw-hee haw-hee'.
His call is different,
but we like him all the same when he brays like 'haw-hee'! Haw-hee haw-hee haw-hee!
 
  • 1. This song is about : some people find it hard to read or write words correctly. They swap letters, skip some of them, mix up those that have a similar shape, like 'p' and 'b'; or, they can’t read or write quickly. People with this problem have a normal intelligence, and want to learn things like everybody else.
You can use my translations however you like.
“Share your knowledge. It is a way to achieve immortality.” ― Dalai Lama XIV

Violeta

Look how she wiggles, how she loves to walk that way.
Slowly like the tide, her eyes can kill you.
Look how she enjoys how her bells sound.
Her dance steps are killing me. She gets lost when it gets dark.
 
Don't let her go, don't let her go.
Why?
Trust me.
Who's she?
Violeta. She leaves without saying goodbye.
 
Don't let her go, don't let her go.
Why?
Trust me.
Who's she?
Violeta. She takes my heart away.
 
She dances like an earthquake, her waist makes me tremble.
She has something that drives me crazy, I can't control myself.
Look how it goes up and down as if it was going to break.
I feel something cold through my back, I don't know what I am gonna do.
 
Don't let her go, don't let her go.
Why?
Trust me.
Who's she?
Violeta. She leaves without saying goodbye.
 
Don't let her go, don't let her go.
Why?
Trust me.
Who's she?
Violeta. She takes my heart away.
 
Look how she wiggles, how she loves to walk that way.
Slowly like the tide, her eyes can kill you.
Look how she enjoys how her bells sound.
Her dance steps are killing me. She gets lost when it gets dark.
 
Don't let her go, don't let her go.
Why?
Trust me.
Who's she?
Violeta. She leaves without saying goodbye.
 
Don't let her go, don't let her go.
Why?
Trust me.
Who's she?
Violeta. She takes my heart away.
 
She dances, dances like an earthquake.
She has something that drives me crazy.
 
Don't let her go, don't let her go.
Why?
Trust me.
Who's she?
Violeta. She leaves without saying goodbye.
 
Don't let her go, don't let her go.
Why?
Trust me.
Who's she?
Violeta. She takes my heart away.
 
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You're a Hunk

Listen, Paris
The world's most beautiful city is shining
Yes, it's on fire but there is l' amour
She's around here too
That crazy gypsy will be looking for you everywhere
Like an ace of hearts
 
You're a hunk and she likes you
You're one in a million, you're awesome, you're flying
You're handsome and a nice boy
Wherever you go, you rock, okay
 
The others are like puppets
They won't be able to compete with you
You're an illusion, you're dizziness
Wherever you go, you're a hunk, that's out of the question
 
You're a hunk and something more
When you speak, you've got that special something
(Your charge, guys)
You can't compare such nobilty (to anything)
Brother, you're a hunk
 
You're an ancient lil' statue
You're a delicious and fresh appetizer
You're a little croissant
But you don't take anything, you turn back, you're a hunk
 
Call me a narcissist if you want, but Quasi, I feel it
I have a feeling, she's gonna come here for you!
 
Yeah!
You hit! And hunk who?
Like a bell
And you don't step back, you're a hunk, that's why she likes you
A crunchy croissant
Which if she takes a bite of
The job will immediately be done
Look at her, how she's falling fo you
She wants you, she loves you
She knows what it means to be a hunk
(You're awesome, you don't step back and that's what it means to be a hunk)
 

Mediterranean

In my mind there’s a land,
A path through the ridge,
A journey, a sacred place:
It’s a day blooming with songs
On the stars of my dreams,
On the stars of my dreams.
 
A hand that travels
From a guitar to a wing
Is sowing songs and tales,
A hand like a bee
Through the veils of the wind,
Through the veils of the wind.
 
I have a land in my mind, foam of island
I have a land in my mind, seeds of water
Mediterranean, Mediterranean
My country to be done… Mediterranean…
 
The wind brings seeds
Of islands, dreams in mind
With a song that goes
Looking for new verses
In an old poem,
In an old poem.
 
The sun will rise again
On the fronds of the tales,
On your throat, on your forehead.
Tomorrow they will talk about it
From east to west,
From east to west.
 
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My Favourite Marija

Everybody has a Marija
The only one in the world
The one he calls his soul and heart
Calls his heaven and sun
 
I have a Marija of my own, too
My precious, my favourite color
With eyes like pearls
And that, my dear, is you
 
(Chorus)
I know nothing else
But to love you
Of all the Marija(s), honey,
You are my favourite one
 
Everybody has a Marija
The one he keeps in his chest
The one he lives and breaths for
Loves her more than anything
 
And I, Marija, I have you
You're the one I dream and sing about
Nothing on this world can make me
Let go of you
 
(Chorus)
 
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From The Beginning

Noise in the street... my city is waking up
I've had a sleepless night
Fear is vanishing, smile is coming back
Morning has a miraculous power
 
Phone is ringing. I don't answer it,
I don't want it to spoil my day...
Calls in the morning, early, too early
Never are nice, I know.
 
Day broke in light
And it will be happy, I feel it
It will take everyting away
All the nightmares, anxieties and dreams
Today is the day
When I will start everything from the beginning!
 
Room in a mess, full ashtrays
Baudelaire covered with spilt coffee
These last days my life has not
Really been fair to me
 
Once again from the beginning?
Do I have the strength for it?
To once again through what I've already been through?
It takes courage
 
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The Boats Are On Their Way

The boats are already on their way
To some new world
Bells are ringing in the harbor
Summer is sinking like a boat
 
The sky is lonely and city is rainy
And sea is empty before us
 
The boats are already on their way
And we wanted that too
And the last boat is getting ready
But there's no room on it
 
Our dreams will catch it
But we will always stay here
 
This city is all you have
This harbor, my life
Now all you are looking for
You must find in her
 
And you will not know another love
But the one I give to you
But like myself one day,
You will be happy, I know that
 
Boats are sailing for a long time
Because they have to go a long way
And all that can be heard are
The storms following them
 
Strange seas and a rainy night
But they will surely come
 
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Ben 10 - Intro (Malay)

When the alien came and approached him
Attach the appliance to the arm so that it is not separate
He became mighty not ordinary
Ben 10
What a shock when you see it
Changing the face of an alien from him
Great cunning fast is powerful and every look
Ben 10
Armed with power
Against the world's evil
Never feared where
He's the savior of the earth and space
Ben 10
 
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Ilenia

I’m better at writing
But I don’t want to be read
Not even I can read myself
I’m waiting for the revolution
But waiting is not acting
Choosing of not choosing
An obliged choice
 
But other people’s problems always fascinated me
Or maybe distracted me
I hate the day of my birthday
I wanted to go away
Walk on glass sherds with the shoes
But I’m still here
Pleasing everyone
 
Pleasing someone
That says I love you
The world has no unicorn
Has no seven-tipped leaves
It has voices
But not faces
Always the same voices
Of a silent woman and of confused men
 
And the (Padron ‘Ntoni) seniors* of our age cannot understand
My teenage has been the first to run away
 
Ilenia
The square is empty**
Ilenia /
The square is silent
 
If you touch my belly button there is a thread that reaches my throat
I have a mother who’d want me to be a different person
I can’t talk
My face tells for myself
I’m a bit animal
A bit damage
And I’d like to live naked
 
I feel the world with my nose
I hate to have it clogged
I grow fond of people easily
But I don’t feel like explaining
As in the end I can also talk
But it’s not easy to understand
And I feel a bit bad for this
Actually I don’t feel bad
 
About having met you in a bad period
Because you have been the most beautiful
You shined the most
A fuck
A weight
I don’t know what it has been for you but
I don’t wanna know the reason behind
I like to daydream and end my sentences with a “why…”
 
Ilenia here the squares are busy
But harmless
Nowadays squares make revolutions only when they’re empty
 
Ilenia
The square is empty
Ilenia
The square is silent
Ilenia
The square is empty
Ilenia
The square is silent
 
Here coffins are narrow
But they want to live in them
Guitars without strings
Having without giving
Here they confuse pain with tears of joy
A few shivers or gasps
Much prose
Too much boredom
Here you can’t escape
Because you are the jailer
Here everything is rational
Only obligations and duties
Here where you live now
In a longing heart
Waiting for something
For someone
For a mistake
 
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I’ll Be Back, Said He

‘I’ll be back’, he said to me. My love told me he would be back.
His voice is now being rocked by the wind,
And since that day when the time separated us,
I cannot go on and live, I’m a watch stopped working.
 
If you must separate from one another, you leave and go,
If you must stay together, you resist;
If you must lose one another, you lose,
If you must regret, you weep.
I too weep, yes, I do,
but I think it’s because it is raining.
 
Empty night, sleepless night
Is devouring now my song,
And this silence, as I see it, is being invaded
By all those cries I’d like to stifle.
 
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
I too weep, yes, I do,
but I think it’s because I am singing.
 
If you must lose one another, you lose,
If you must regret, you weep.
If you must separate from one another, you leave and go,
If you must die for it, you die.
 
Day by day, whatever the weather,
He lit up the light of his flash
And now that it’s raining
I raise my face to the sky
And tears and drops together
Look like a single river.
 
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Lost happiness

1.
I no longer hurry to the spring in the evening.
I know nobody eagerly awaits me there any more.
My love married someone else,
and the beloved star that lit this place went dark.
 
(chorus)
This lost happiness, this lost happiness,
who will return it to me now,
so that I could meet the morning
beaming like a grey nightingale?
 
2.
Nightingales no longer chirp in the cherry trees,
only the cuckoo suffers in its loneliness.
Only a silver bridge across the spring
is still waiting for us to come back there.
 
(chorus)
 
3.
O wind, please help me understand!
How could my bitter heart be cured?
Or is happiness still awaiting me
in some faraway place?
 
(chorus)
 

Snow

And I'd like to think about it some more,
we're frightened by this angel.
Come to think of it, it's true, who knows where is
the last word that concerned you.
 
But you're, you're
you're like snow
when touched it's already melted
and you don't know where it is anymore.
 
Only a flying image
and you're in my mind, yes,
only in my mind, like that,
only in my mind, you.
I'm vague in my mind.
 
Who among us already has an idea?
Seeing you again and not talking with you makes me shiver,
mad obsession of those who don't know who is
a new love being born here.
 
But you're, you're
you're like snow
when touched it's already melted
and you don't know how it is anymore.
 
Only a flying image
and you're in my mind, yes,
only in my mind, like that,
only in my mind, you.
I'm vague in my mind.
 
But you're, you're
you're like snow
when touched it's already melted
and you don't know how it is anymore.
 
Only a flying image
and you're in my mind, yes,
only in my mind, like that,
only in my mind, you.
I'm vague in my mind.
 
Only you, only you...
In my mind
only you, only you...
 
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I think you're strikingly charming

Versions: #2
When I look back, I see you.
My eyes to the ground, I see you
Even staring at the sky, I see you
When I stare at the sea, I see you.
 
On the coast road, down below,
next to the river, I see you.
Even in darkness, I see you.
And in the light too, I see you.
 
I think you're strikingly1 charming,
this little something in you
that will drive me blurry2.
I think you're strikingly charming,
this little something in you
that will drive me blurry.
 
When I look straight ahead, I see you.
There on the couch, I see you.
Even in black and white, I see you.
 
When evening comes, I see you.
When I look back, I see you.
When I get out for a drink, I see you.
Even in black and white, I see you.
When I look straight ahead, I see you.
 
I think you're strikingly charming,
this little something in you
that will drive me blurry.
I think you're strikingly charming,
this little something in you
that will drive me blurry.
 
I think you're strikingly charming,
this little something in you
that will drive me blurry.
I think you're strikingly charming,
this little something in you
that will drive me blurry.
 
  • 1. lit. 'I find a crazy charm (in) you'
  • 2. a pun on 'fou'(crazy) and 'flou'(blurry). The feminine of 'fou'(foo) would be 'folle'(foll), but 'floue'(floo) sounds just like the masculine 'flou'
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Jörmungandr

The warder of men, the worm's destroyer
Fixed on his hook, the head of the ox;
There gaped at the bait, the foe of the gods,
The girdler of all, the earth beneath.
The venomous serpent, swiftly up
To the boat did Thor, the bold one, pull;
With his hammer the loathly, hill of the hair
Of the brother of Fenrir he smote from above
The monsters roared, and the rocks resounded,
And all the earth, so old was shaken;
Then sank the fish in the sea forthwith.
 

The Man I Love

I am mad for him,
I'll die, if he wants me to.
He is my existence, my life
And I'm the soul of my love.
 
No one can love him
As much as I do love.
It's the man I hid
Deep down in my heart.
 
He is the man I love,
He is unique, he's my whole heart.
I have no sorrows, no griefs any more,
We both love each other.
 
Now I understand I had no happy day
Until I met him.
No one can love him,
As much as I do love.
 
It's the man I hid
Deep down in my heart.
He is the man I love,
He is unique, he's my whole heart.
 
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Victim

Sounds are beaded on a thin thread,
You can tie me up, can kill.
It won't confuse or embarrace me at all,
I maybe even won't scream.
 
The heart is torn by night silence,
I could become your dead bride.
Didn't struggle, didn't throw off the fetters,
Was waiting for your fingers to strangle my throat.
 
Don't feel pity for me, be violent,
My blood - tomato juice
My blood - cranberry mousse,
I don't feel cold, I am not scared.
 
When you'll finally tear me apart,
When you'll stab me under the ribs.
And will cut a sign on my back,
And will touch me and some other ways.
 
You're cold, gloomy, you can't warm anyone up,
Set my dress on fire - I will be burning.
Break my hand, hit me on the door,
I am so tired and worn out that I am for it even like this.
 
Don't feel pity for me, be violent,
My blood - tomato juice
My blood - cranberry mousse,
I don't feel cold, I am not scared.
 
Don't worry, don't suffer, you're not alone,
I am near you, a pile of dust near your legs.
And couple of clean white bones,
Innocent victim of love dramas.
 
Don't feel pity for me, be violent,
My blood - tomato juice
My blood - cranberry mousse,
I don't feel cold, I am not scared.
 

Gammapolis

Versions: #2
So long they've lingered oh those twenty years
Far from my home as I've ever been.
Now time has come (for me) to leave the Earth
'cause Gammapolis waits for me
 
Farewell my friends, if ever we
shall meet again, if ever we.
Of no return my path is from here
'cause Gammapolis waits for me
 
Goodbye my heart, my only love
none like you will ever be.
I was a dreamer in your eyes
But Gammapolis waits for me
 
When midnight comes, glance at the sky
A ray of distant light you'll see
A gleaming star so high above
There Gammapolis waits for me
 

The country of Soccer

Versions: #3
The Flow, wherever we go it's a show.
It's closed, and look where we have come
I am, the Country of Soccer, bro
Until the gringo Sambars, pass it to Neymar, it's a goal!
 
[Mc Guimê]
My country Tis of thee!
What's up to our Nation
And through this song
Today I will make my declaration.
Between houses of boys, alleys and lanes
Playing soccer in the ghetto.
For minors there is nothing better
And girls dream of being actresses in soap operas
The streets are ours and I have always been hers.
Ever since barefoot wearing out my heels.
Today on the asphalt of all of São Paulo
In the car of the year I'm cruising around.
In the rain, the cold, the heat
In the samba, the rap, the tambor
Raise my hands up to the sky
Just like my redeamer
I thank our lord.
 
[Chorus]
The Flow, wherever we go it's a show.
It's closed, and look where we have come
I am, the Country of Soccer, bro
Until the gringo Sambars, pass it to Neymar, it's a goal!
 
The Flow, wherever we go it's a show.
It's closed, and look where we have come
I am, the Country of Soccer, bro
Until the gringo Sambars, pass it to Neymar, it's a goal!
 
[Emicida]
Dust on my boot, it's a grey 'Kichute'
Big field, dirt on my shins, craziness, soccer talent.
It's art on the ground, gold in the ghetto
I imagined 'Pique, boy of Charms'
I'm back like Charles Dom
To make the people sing
The message
It's just like MC Lon
I've come by the glasses
Well race, it was the base, that imposed 'Valito'
Yesterday was cries, and today treasures
And the color screams, that's beautiful
I'm from the Northern Zone, raised
Swing of a vagabond
And those who beat the malnutrition
And today you will dominate the world!
 
[Chorus]
The Flow, wherever we go it's a show.
It's closed, and look where we have come
I am, the Country of Soccer, bro
Until the gringo Sambars, pass it to Neymar, it's a goal!
 
The Flow, wherever we go it's a show.
It's closed, and look where we have come
I am, the Country of Soccer, bro
Until the gringo Sambars, pass it to Neymar, it's a goal!
 

I Will find you (Cha la la la)

Fernando de Noronha no longer has the same shine without you here.
The nights in Goiânia aren't even fun with you far from me.
 
The Amazons are black and white
Even Rio de Janeiro loses it's warmth
Even Carnival in Salvador becomes sad.
 
Without you, without you
 
Cha-la-la-la-la
You steal the beauty from wherever you are
Cha-la-la-la-la
You come back, or I'll go and search for you
Cha-la-la-la-la
I already tried, did everything, without you there's now way
Cha-la-la-la-la
You come back, or I'll go search for you
 
(Hungria)
Look at me crazy again
Any day of the week your lips call me
And speaking of flames
There's ashes on the bed
The heat that you left burned up my body
Rio de Janeiro lost it's charm without your silly ways.
I remember that friday
Just by the candle light
Dreaming big, just like the kites flying in the ghetto
Your GPS is on my Cellphone
You'll come back by your own accord, or I will search for you
 
The Amazons are black and white
Even Rio de Janeiro loses it's warmth
Even Carnival in Salvador becomes sad.
Without you without you.
 
Cha-la-la-la-la
You steal the beauty from wherever you are
Cha-la-la-la-la
You come back, or I'll search for you
Cha-la-la-la-la
I already tried, did everything, without you there's now way
Cha-la-la-la-la
You come back, or I'll search for you.
 
Cha-la-la-la-la
I already tried, did everything, without you there's now way
Cha-la-la-la-la
You come back, or I'll search for you.
 
Since we're already talking about love
Name a man that has never cried.
It's hard without this girl
Hungria and Gusttavo Lima
I will search for you.
 

5 Minutes

I think I stopped loving you
5 minutes ago
Then I wrote it down
And in the meantime it's 7 (minutes)
I think I stopped loving you
5 minutes ago
Then I wrote it down
And in the meantime it's 7 (minutes)
I wake up in the morning light
And my eyes hurt
How late is it? I don't know
That is okay
I need to eat something
And look back at what's still there
Striked my mind
That it's warm outside
Standing around at Winer Platz (1)
Waiting on the 13 (2)
One can see so far from here
Unlike anywhere else in this area (3)
Watch what happens when I
Simply continue like earlier
I think I stopped loving you
5 minutes ago
Then I wrote it down
And in the meantime it's 7 (minutes)
I think I stopped loving you
5 minutes ago
Then I wrote it down
And in the meantime it's 7 (minutes)
Emojis that you
Also the nudes, sorry, they don't turn me on anymore
I also don't know what it is
You leave me cold, better not call me anymore and yah
And since last week we texted everything, we went through that
Now you type 'I love you!' and 'I miss you' in your phone
And I simply fall asleep while that happens
Facetime with you
I saw, that you don't need me anymore
Without me, you roll a joint, smokes
Believe me, you looked so happy, and I
Dial you number
And I hang up again
From this number
We don't get out like this anymore (K-K-K-K)
I think I stopped loving you
5 minutes ago
Then I wrote it down
And in the meantime it's 7 (minutes)
I think I stopped loving you
5 minutes ago
Then I wrote it down
And In the meantime it's 7 (minutes
 

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