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Now the heart is stone
Days and years passed since
You told me: lead me.
Nights wept with rainfalls,
And music was killed by silence.
Your name was known, known to all
So at least they talked to me.
For a long time, easy dreams wouldn't call,
At night, footsteps would scare me.
And now, the heart is stone
It no longer weeps,
It's not afraid of footsteps
In the evening
On top
After all, with your hands
you could have done a lot of things
A lot of things
Call my number
Take the dog out for a walk
Order some food
Instead you walk away
You wave me hi with the hand
Yeah, but someone else's hand
Instead you walk away
Then you turn your back slowly
Yeah, but with someone else's eyes
And deep deep deep down, I'm fine
Deep deep deep down I'm fine
And deep deep deep down you're fine
Deep deep deep down you're fine
as well
And then, and then, and then
We'll find ourselves again
And then and then and then
Just like when you're on top of me
Deep deep deep down I'm fine
Deep deep deep down I'm fine
And deep deep deep down you're fine
Deep deep deep down you're fine
as well
After all, with your hands
you could have done a lot of things
a lot of things
Please tell him
That tonight I'm staying clean
And that I hurt when I'm alone, too
That all alone I can't seem to find myself
and I can also walk backwards
by your house since hours
and I'm done with your father staring at me
And then, and then, and then
We'll find ourselves again
And then and then and then
Just like when you're on top of me
Deep deep deep down I'm fine
Deep deep deep down I'm fine
And deep deep deep down you're fine
Deep deep deep down you're fine
as well
And then, and then, and then
We'll find ourselves again
And then and then and then
Just like when you're on top of me
You were hurting before, too
You were hurting before, too
long before you were hurting
with your head on the stairs
at 7 in the morning
While, outside, on a newspaper
my face is on the front page
And you run through the street
chasing a paper piece
that won't stop flying
and you quit smoking
and everytime you feel bad
you empty the whole kitchen
How come, how come
you never lose your way anymore?
How come, how come
you didn't leave?
You were hurting before, too
long before summer
With your head underwater
and sand between your toes
How come, how come
You never get seasalt on you anymore?
How come, how come
you didn't disappear?
Come on, take your clothes off
It's all that you never say
I love you, you know
It's all that I never say
It's all that I never say
It's all that I never say
(It's all that I never say)
You were hurting before, too
long before you were hurting
with your head on the stairs
with your head on the stairs
and how come, how come
with your head on the stairs
how come, how come
were you hurting, hurting
Come on, take your clothes off
It's all that you never say
I love you, you know
It's all that I never say
It's all that I never say
It's all that I never say
(It's all that I never say)
Come on, let's fuck
It's all that you never say
I miss you, you know
It's all that I never say
It's all that I never say
It's all that I don't say
All that I don't say
All that I never say
You were hurting before, too
long before you met
me
I Will Make Myself Up And Wait For You
The grasshoppers are chirping,
The trees of the forest are lulling,
Lulling the minds of the farmers.
The sound of the bells
At the necks of the buffalos
Tells of the life back home on the farm.
The smell of the cheeks1 of the forest people
Is like the smell of angels' cheeks2.
Chatting is what we do
Because it simply is in our nature.
Whoever wants to be my lover
Must have this trait as well.
Has rice harvest already come?
Who will come and become my lover,
The lover of a farmer girl?
Don't you like fermented fish?
I dislike those adulterous drunkards,
Those flirting men.
If you want to meet me,
Come to my kitchen, where we can spend some time together,
I will prepare to reveal my feelings to you
And let you come in, I will make myself up3 and wait.
The grasshoppers are chirping,
The trees are lulling,
Lulling the minds of the farmers.
The sound of the bells
At the necks of the buffalos
Tells of the life back home on the farm.
The smell of the cheeks1 of the forest people
Is like the smell of angels' cheeks2.
Chatting is what we do
Because it simply is in our nature,
Whoever wants to be my lover
Must have this trait as well.
Has rice harvest already come?
Who will come and become my lover,
The lover of a farmer girl?
Don't you like fermented fish?
I dislike those adulterous drunkards,
Those flirting men.
If you want to meet me,
Come to my kitchen, where we can spend some time together,
I will prepare to reveal my feelings to you
And let you come in, I will make myself up3 and wait.
- refers to the Thai sniff kiss, called 'หอมแก้ม'('smell cheek'), which is a common way of greeting loved ones and obviously consists of smelling eachother's cheeks
- specially refers to young, female angels as 'สาว' means 'young woman' or 'maiden'
- 'ทาแป้ง' literally translates to 'to apply (talcum) powder' which many Thais (especially those from rural regions) do every evening before going to sleep because of its cooling effect (but some also do it for beauty)
Open Up Your Heart
She was like that
Life was kind of tasteless
You sang 'I just want a lover
That will put an end to my suffering'
And suddenly
Though everything could happen
You saw flowers blossom in your desert
But you didn't pay to have it
And the light in your eyes faked it
Pretending you didn't want it
Trying not to see
Old habit of thinking
That you can always find
Someone better
Than you could ever find
So open up your heart, ma'am
And go say that you love
Those who can't wait
To hear you say this
Ruthlessly
Come close to me
So this story
Can have a start
And a middle
She was like that
Life was kind of tasteless
You sang 'I just want a lover
That will put an end to my suffering'
And suddenly
Though everything could happen
You saw flowers blossom in your desert
But you didn't pay to have it
And the light in your eyes faked it
Pretending you didn't want it
Trying not to see
Old habit of thinking
That you can always find
Someone better
Than you could ever find
So open up your heart, ma'am
And go say that you love
Those who can't wait
To hear you say this
Ruthlessly
Come close to me
So this story
Can have a start
And a middle
Open up your heart, ma'am
And go say that you love
Those who can't wait
To hear you say this
Ruthlessly
Come close to me
So this story
Can have a start
And a middle
Open up your heart, ma'am
And go say that you love
Those who can't wait
To hear you say this
Ruthlessly
Come close to me
So this story
Can have a start
A middle and an ending
I wish I were your little sheet
When you come out to the balcony
your mother scolds you
and begins the squabbles as you shake off the little sheets
I wish I were the little sheet
on your little bed
to wrap your body
and take your kiss
As the passerbys walk past
they look at you with desire
and you put them in a passionate mood
as you shake off the little sheets
I wish I were the little sheet
on your little bed
to wrap your body
and take your kiss
At the Grave
I have many aunts and uncles,
nephews who became priests,
a family crammed with relatives.
They’re as numerous as flies,
there’s an array of them,
of the kind who don’t talk to each other and never call;
cousins of any degree,
and American grandmas,
an uncle-in-law chasing skirts,1
godmothers, mums and sons,
and daughters of any kind;
and if we get together is because someone has died.
At the grave, at the family grave,
when you’re gone, another one is coming.
At the grave, at the family grave,
for every one dying, a dozen are coming.
When they hold a christening,
nobody ever attends,2
and even less on a wedding: they’re busy.
However, a funeral is for free,
you don’t need to buy a gift,
and you can also underdress.
Everybody’s talking quietly about the poor devil,
they speak well of him with their fingers crossed beneath the table:3
«He was such a nice man, such a good man! He was really good,
even if he was an asshole and a drunkard.»
At the grave, at the family grave,
when you’re gone, another one is coming.
At the grave, at the family grave,
for every one dying, a dozen are coming.
Then there are people who’re just standing there,
glassy-eyed,4
they can’t cry, they’re too upset.
Then there are poeple who shriek,
who cry, who are despairing,
but they won’t even remember the name tomorrow night.
There are people who can’t wait
for the dead to fall on the ground
and for a fight to start between the gravediggers.
And people whom you can see
at the back of the graveyard,
aiming for the widow and the money.
At the grave, at the family grave,
when you’re gone, another one is coming.
At the grave, at the family grave,
for every one dying, a dozen are coming.
Then there’s the buffer
with stale pastry
and shit-tasting wine: it still has the price tag on it.
And there isn’t a single flower around,
and then you leap up
when mom has a seizure.
And while we’re saying goodbye
and condoling,
it seems like everyone is spying and thinking
about who will be the next to end up beneath the stone,
about who will be paying for the next buffet.
At the grave, at the family grave,
when you’re gone, another one is coming.
At the grave, at the family grave,
for every one dying, a dozen are coming.
At the grave, at the family grave,
ay-ay oh-oh-oh.
- 1. zio custù / zia custuna = a person who is not a relative, yet they are addressed as 'uncle' or 'aunt' (e.g. a close acquaintance).
- 2. quàter gacc {four cats} = a very small number of people.
- 3. fà i córegn {make horns} = make a 'horns' sign with your hand, closing it in a fist while keeping your pointing finger and little finger straight. It's a gesture made by supertitious people to avoid bad luck, usually when anything 'bad' happens around them (such as seeing/hearing anything having to do with death).
Usually, the 'horns' {the fingers} are held pointing downward, or toward the thing/person believed to be the cause of the bad luck; when they’re held pointing upward, it’s meant as an insult to somebody (implying that their spouse is cheating on them). - 4. böba {hoopoe} = a person acting/looking like a fool.
Heart rratatata
Heart rratatata
Everytime I touch him his world trembles
When I kiss his lips his world goes dark
Let him wait his fire will not extinguish
He follows my high heels steps
I love him like there's no tomorrow
He left me wanted
Chorus:
He hit me with fire he invaded my heart aman aman
He hit me with lips he invaded my heart aman aman
He searched in the sky to have me
I want to get drunk in your arms
He drink me up 40 degree too much
He attract me like magnet mmm boom
He left me wanted I want him like there's no tomorrow
Chorus:
He hit me with fire he invaded my heart aman aman
He hit me with lips he invaded my heart aman aman
Aman aman how lover said it
Wait I have a word
I'm sweating
Wait I'm not a young boy anymore
I can't walk anymore
Wait you invaded me
You exhaustion me
Wait you lover wait
He will come swiming
Wait, wait he invaded my heart aman aman
Chorus:
He hit me with fire he invaded my heart aman aman
He hit me with lips he invaded my heart aman aman
The Dark Knight
In the dark who stays awake? The black emotions, the mask and the cape
The darkest isn't the midnight, but the limitless human avarice
Underfoot are the black streets. I stand alone at the city's skyline
Don't ask if I'm good or evil. I'm just a mammal which desire to fly
The polarity of good and evil
exists in whether people's last stronghold of pureness can go through the ordeal
Is there a kind of ordeal? Is there a kind of ordeal
which saves the world just like the plots of hero movies?
Is there a kind of firm faith? Is there a kind of vow which
cries for the coming of dawn?
Al the thieves are arrested . For years no one has witnessed robbery
But, like the waves, poverty still inundates people's living dignity
The civilization peaks, while people and bats retreat to the caves
Crime is no longer visible: the legal loopholes and trade harbor it
It's not too hard to tell good from evil
The direst is that everyone turns a blind eye and a deaf ear to reform
Is there a kind of reform? Is there a kind of fervor
which rounds out the end like the plots of hero movies?
Is there a kind of firm faith? Is there a kind of vow which
cries for the coming of dawn? yeah yeah
More and more poisonous rain. More and more catastrophe
Further and further fade out plots of hero movies
Lawyers collude with the clown. Senator sign with consortia
Good compromises with evil
More and more large enterprises. Less and less land for the park
Who pricked the bubble of the plots of hero movies?
Who is it under the mask? No matter who's in disguise
It can't make good its retreat yeah yeah
When we all take to the streets, when we all embrace the faith
When we firsthand enact the plots of hero movies
You are exactly the faith. You are exactly the vow
The world is awaiting you yeah yeah
Pòta
[version from the album Album de famèa]
In Bergamo, you can fix anything with the word pòta.
A pòta is better than many explanations: you even do without speaking.
In Bergamo, for any need, there’s the word pòta.
And when someone is at their wits’s end, they just say ‟pòta…”.2
And pòta (pòta), you start saying it when you babble: pòta (pòta).3
And pòta (pòta), and then you never stop using it, pòta (pòta).
And pòta (pòta), then comes the moment when they say that, pòta (pòta),
and pòta (pòta), the poor devil snuffed it: ‟pòta, poor sod, he was such a good man, you know”.4
But every time we say pòta, we should wash our mouth.5
And pòta (pòta), even friars say that, when they get burned, pòta (pòta).6
And pòta (pòta), pòta Lord, gee, it hurts!
As for bingeing, for eating, he does binge; go get yourself a job, you loafer!
It’s in working that he grumbles; ‟So what?”
And pòta (pòta), so, pòta, he’s not an idiot after all, that pòta there.
And pòta (pòta), he eats, drinks, and dances the mambo; go with the mambo, come on, come on, you fool.7
And pòta (pòta), they say that pòta was the son of ‟Lick”, don’t they? (pòta)
And pòta (pòta), we also say that, when we can’t get it up at night: ‟pòta, it happens” (pòta).
And pòta (pòta), we should no longer say it when the scam, pòta (pòta).
And pòta (pòta), is that of reaching into our pockets, pòta (pòta).
And pòta (pòta), otherwise, the next time, those scoundrels (pòta),
and pòta (pòta), they’re going to hit you a bit lower,
right, because, be they from the left or the right wing, they always hit right in the middle.8
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[original version, from the album Pòta]
In Bergamo, you can fix anything with the word pòta.
A pòta is better than many explanations: you even do without speaking.
In Bergamo, for any need, there’s the word pòta.
And when someone is at their wits’s end, they just say ‟pòta…”.
And pòta (pòta), you start saying it when you babble: pòta (pòta).
And pòta (pòta), and then you never stop using it, pòta (pòta).
And pòta (pòta), then comes the moment when they say that, pòta (pòta),
and pòta (pòta), the poor devil snuffed it: ‟pòta, poor sod, he was such a good man…”.
A pussy hair pulls stronger than a hundred or more trotting horses.9
Pòta (pòta), pòta pro nobis, friars say when they get burned, ‟Ouch, santa polenta!” (pòta).10
Pòta (pòta), pòta Lord, gee, it hurts! ‟Ouch!” «I told you it was a mambo…»11
(pòta) (pòta) (pòta) (pòta)
(pòta) (pòta) (pòta) (pòta)
As for bingeing, for eating, he does binge; go get yourself a job, you loafer!
It’s in working that he grumbles; ‟So what?”
And pòta (pòta), so, pòta, he’s not an idiot after all, that pòta there.
And pòta (pòta), he eats, drinks, and dances the mambo; go with the mambo, come on, come on, you fool
Vamos with mambo, amigos.
Pòta (pòta), they say that pòta was the son of ‟Lick”; ‟yeah, that’s right!”. (pòta)
Pòta (pòta), we also say that, when we can’t get it up at night: ‟well, pòta, it happens, you know.” (pòta).
Pòta (pòta), we should no longer say it when the scam, (pòta)
Pòta (pòta), is that of reaching into our pockets; ‟get off of us!”, (pòta)
Pòta (pòta), otherwise, the next time, those scoundrels; ‟get off of us!”, (pòta)
Pòta (pòta), they’re going to hit us a bit lower;
‟hands off, hands off, hands off, hands off, hands off…” mambo!
- 1. pòta is a widespread stock word used in Bergamo and Brescia, northern Italy.
The original meaning is most probably that of pussy; however, it’s no longer used in that sense, and it no longer has any vulgar or negative connotation.
Other less common hypothesis for its etymology include: Latin pōtare {to drink, to drink to forget about something; i.e. 'to not bother'}, though it should have evolved to /ˈpɔda/ (instead of /ˈpɔta/) according to Bergamasque phonology; or Latin pottus {mug, pot}, which anyway shares the same etymology as puttana {whore; a person who uses a potta {pot} after she's done with her job) and pòta in its sexual meaning.
See also .
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pòta is used in many situations, with various meanings:
* Resignation/inescapability.
«Pòta, fàga cosè?» {«Well, there’s nothing we can do about it.»}
«Pòta, l’è ’ndacia mal. L’indarà mèi la pròssima ólta.» {«Alright, it went wrong. Better luck next time.»}
* Stress something which is believed to be indisputably true.
«Pòta, l’è pròpe ira che gh’è piö i mèse stagiù.» {«Well, things were better back then, indeed.»}
* Annoyance.
«Pòta, dèsdet fò!» {«Come on, hurry up!»}
«Sét amò lé?» «Pòta…!» {«Aren’t you ready yet?» «What do you want from me? / It’s not my fault!»}
* Astonishment/incredulity.
«Pòta, ma…!? Sét dré a fà cosè?» {«What the hell are you doing?!»}
* Envy.
«Che manéra t’ó piö ést per du setimane?» «A sie ’n vacansa a i Maldive» «Pòta alura!» {«How come I haven’t seen you in two weeks?» «I was on holiday in Maldives» «Wow! (lucky you!)»}
* Emphasize something out of the ordinary, something unexpected.
«Ölet ü calesì de ì?» «No, grassie.» «Che manéra pò? Stét mia bé?» «No, ó apéna fenìt co la grapa.» «Ah, pòta… só a mé che te gh’é piö sit!» {«Would you like a glass of wine?» «No, thanks.» «How come? Aren’t you feeling well?» «No, I’ve just finished with schnapps» «Oh, now I see why you’re not thirsty!»}
* Commonality of opinions.
«S’pöl piö ’ndà ’nnante issé. Mè fà ergóta!» «Pòta, te gh’é resù.» {«Things can't go on this way. We need to do something!» «You’re right.»}
* Agree/disagree strongly.
«Sét pròpe sigür?» «’Tà sì!» {«Are you really sure?» «Of course I am!»}
«Alùra te pödet pròpe mia egnì a la fèsta?» «’Tà nò!» {«So, you can’t be at the party?» «Not really.»}
* Apologize/express sorrow.
«Te se sét regordàt de töm ol regàl?» «Pòta, no…» {«Did you remember to buy be me a present?» «Damn, I didn’t…»}
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The most common meaning is that expressing peaceful resignation, acceptance of something negative that can’t be affected and which is pointless to fight against.
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See also (in Italian). - 2. non sapere a che santo votarsi literally means 'to not know which saint to offer your vow to'.
- 3. That is, when you’re learning to talk as a baby.
- 4. Any person from Bergamo says pòta, both old and young.
The quoted sentence is a most typical one by gossipers who tend to depict dead people as saints, with excessively sugar-coated memories: even if he was an 'animal', he becomes a 'poor sod', worthy of mawkishness.
Said between friends, animale is used to jokingly refer to a person, without a negative connotation. - 5. The original meaning of pòta - which is fallen out of use by now - is pussy.
- 6. Nowadays, pòta has lost all of its negative connotation, so much that it’s also used by friars.
- 7. About a person who enjoys the pleasures of life without working, we say that he lives 'la éta del Michelàss: mangià, biv, e ndà a spàss' {the life of Michael: eating, drinking, and going for walks}.
- 8. When politicians increase taxes and squander public money, while also getting rich themselves, we should stand up rather than say pòta with resignation; otherwise, it’s going to get worse and worse.
rospo {toad} indicates an ugly, unpleasant person (more for their personality than for their appearance).
botta {hit, blow} indicates both a consistent expenditure, and a sexual act. In this case, it’s the politicians metaphorically sodomizing people. No matter what their party is (left-wing or right-wing), they always hit people in the butt, which is a bit lower than the back pockets of jeans, where most people keep their wallets (where they keep their money). - 9. Bergmasque version of the famous saying ‟Tira più un pelo di figa che un carro di buoi” {a pussy hair has more pulling power than an oxen-drawn wagon}: for men, sex is an incentive stronger than anything else.
- 10. Here, the Latin formula ora pro nobis {pray for us} is mangled with the Bergamasque pòta.
santa polenta {saint polenta} is a very toned down exclamation, not vulgar at all, so it’s suitable for friars too.
is a traditional dish in northern Italy; it’s a fundamental part of the local culture. - 11. Joke on mambo (the music and dance) and mamba (the snakes, that bites).
Oh I Don't Believe
A volcano explodes, again, in my body
Some meaningless pain inside of me
I will hide my love, even if I can't stand it
In my fire
A feeling of longing grows in my heart again
Reasonless letters on my tounge
I would keep my love, even if my. heart cries
In my tears
Oh, I don't believe, oh I don't believe
I was crazy in love, I kept whirling
I burned out, scorched
They say it's mad love, it doesnt know the path
It cannot stand hardness, oh, I don't believe
I loved him for nothing, without caring about his age
I wish the same for you
Oh, I don't believe
I love you
I love you
I miss you
I‘m worn out inside, I know
I‘m done with myself, I see that
I will not forget you
I miss you
Come rescue me, I do not see that I fell
Come rescue me, I do not know that I died
Come rescue me, I do not see that I fell
Come rescue me, I do not know that I was shot
There is a murder in my hands
On my heart a blood stain
I deleted the marks, yes
on the dead bodies
I loved you
I always knew you
Come rescue me, I do not see that I fell
Come rescue me, I do not know that I was shot
There is a murder in my hands
On my heart a blood stain
I deleted the marks, yes
on the dead bodies
I love you
I miss you
Eta Lyubov' - Esly by more bylo v kosmose (Если бы море было в космосе) versuri traducere în engleză
If the sea was in space
If the sea was in space,
It would've swallowed us without noticing.
Because being rough and big,
It can erase everything
With its global power.
And we, so tiny,
Wouldn't have the means to resist nature
For it's stronger than we are.
It's in every cell of our consciousness.
But one false move -
And you're trapped.
But one false move -
And you're trapped.
I Can't Endure It On My Own
Can I ask you to listen to me?
If you just throw me away forever,
It won't get any better than it is now.
Can you please not let go of me?
Or leave me alone?
I can't stop to love you anymore.
I have already understood everything you have said,
I have already understood everything that you are about explain,
I've always understood it.
But what am I supposed to do?
I already love you with all of my heart.
How can you not let me love you?
I can't endure it on my own.
I don't want to bother you,
I just want to ask you a simple question:
If you fall in love with somebody,
Can you resist your feelings?
I don't want to have to conceal my feelings again,
No matter how much it hurts, I have to gamble on,
Endure it and keep it away.
I have understood everything you have said,
I have already understood everything that you are about explain,
I've always understood it.
But what am I supposed to do?
I already love you with all of my heart.
How can you not let me love you?
I can't endure it on my own.
I don't want to bother you,
I just want to ask you a simple question:
If you fall in love with somebody,
Can you resist your feelings?
I know that I'm just a distant person to you,
Nowhere near your heart.
I know that even if somebody else would confess their love to me
You would still remain indifferent.
Telling you that I love you is going to hurt
But keeping it to myself will hurt much more
And I don't see any way I could go.
But what am I supposed to do?
I already love you with all of my heart.
How can you not let me love you?
I can't endure it on my own.
I don't want to bother you,
I just want to ask you a simple question:
If you fall in love with somebody,
Can you resist your feelings?
Can you resist your feelings?
I don't want to bother you,
I just want to ask you a simple question:
If you fall in love with somebody,
Can you resist your feelings?
Can you suppress your feelings?
Whether you'll love me or not, I don't know.
I will keep it in my heart, where it isn't either.
All I know is that I can't endure it any longer.
Whether you'll love me or not, I don't know.
I will keep it in my heart, where it isn't either.
So, I have to ask you to understand what's on your mind.
Whether you'll love me or not, I don't know.
I will keep it in my heart, where it isn't either.
All I know is that I can't endure it any longer.
Whether you'll love me or not, I don't know.
I will keep it in my heart, where it isn't either.
So, I have to ask you to understand what's on your mind.
Dialect
It’s really not true that dialect
is good only to write down those few trifles
to put on the parish newsletter;
scribbles that you can hardly read afterwards.2
My sweetest and most bitter words
turn up on the wings of dialect;
my conscience never uses the national language
to tell me what it sees.
Understanding our Bergamasque language: what a great luck,
what a beautiful heritage, a sincere way of speaking.
I breathed it in when I was still in my cradle,
it will breathe out my last thought.
Yet, pandas have a brighter future than it has,3
because words die out if there are no roots,
every season comes to an end, and the world changes:
at this point, my dear friends,
we’ll be speaking it in great amounts,
just not in our villages,
but up in a place that they call paradise.
- 1. Italian {dialects} are actually local languages — mostly romance languages, which didn’t evolve from Italian, but evolved in parallel to it — which are called dialects just because they are not officially recognized.
Italy has a wide variety of dialects, deeply rooted in the local identity of each place. However, dialects have been despised for a long time and many of them are dangerously close to extinction. Most are still spoken widely, at least far from the cities, but their scarce adoption by young people puts them in danger of dying away together with their old speakers.
This song was composed for the National Dialect Day (January 17). - 2. Dialects are never taught in school, so people might learn to speak them at home or with friends, but most people cannot read or write them correctly. Moreover, most dialects have no official spelling rules, only more or less stable de facto standards.
- 3. Pandas were at risk of extinction, and people acted to save them. Dialect are similarly endangered, but it looks like too few people care about that.
The lullaby
Night is quietly falling
And a million stars are shining.
Yesterday has taken all sorrows away.
The lights around are falling asleep.
Even the sun should go to bed.
Hug your pillow till morning.
Sleep, fall asleep like a small star.
Your dreams will be sweet and joyful.
Sleep, fall asleep like a happy cloud,
Like a moon in the night sky.
The characters in favorite books are sleeping.
It got quiet in all yards.
Just close your eyes till morning.
Your dream will be the best on Earth.
This dream will bring you to a fairytale
On its wing.
Sleep, fall asleep like a small star.
Your dreams will be sweet and joyful.
Sleep, fall asleep like a happy cloud,
Like a moon in the night sky.
Sleep, fall asleep like a small star.
Your dreams will be sweet and joyful.
Sleep, fall asleep like a happy cloud,
Like a moon in the night sky.
Rainy Blue
I can't see anybody, at midnight
It's raining outside of the telephone box
Before I finished dialling a familiar phone number
I stopped my finger.
Being wet in the cold rain,
I remembered a sad story
On your way to home, at the intersection
Only I stopped walking
Rainy blue I know it's over though
Rainy blue Why am I still chasing
Like I'm trying to erase the phantom of you
Today it's raining quietly again
Headlights passing by me
are making shadows of only me
I began searching for your white car
But I stopped and cast my eyes down soon
Rainy blue I know it's over though
Rainy blue Why am I still chasing
Like I'm trying to erase the phantom of you
Today it's raining quietly again
Rainy blue I know it's over though
Rainy blue Why am I still chasing
Like I'm trying to erase the phantom of you
Today it's raining quietly again
The memory of that time
when I was surrounded by affection
is flowing in this town
It's a rainy blue It's a rainy blue
My heart, My tears
It's a rainy blue
Loneliness
Take Me
It does not matter what you do
It does not matter if you see me
No matter what haunts you
From where do you flee?
No matter how much you lie
And what vow you break
It's all the same to me
As long as you promise one thing
Take me!
And is the way still so far
And you hijack the horizon
Are you going a pair of short distances?
As long as your heart allows it
Are you bent over by a burden?
When misfortune overtakes you
You need someone for that
One who shares it with you
Then do not search
The answer is
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
Whatever you do with her
Whatever you do to her
If you do not want to keep her
And no longer guard her way
You say, through her life-clock
The last grain of sand trickles
Only pain is left for her
Is her candle burned down?
Then the pact applies
Then do not take her
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
I'm your sacrifice
I'm your sacrifice
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
Take me for that
I found my voice
It seemed to me that I was all covered in flaws
I thought that the world isn't my thing
I was drowning in whisky and chocolate bars
I did not know how to sing right
I was swallowing your criticism with clenched teeth
I was running away from my home without knowing where to go
I hated nightclubs
And didn't believe in God
I gave up on people's company for life
I watched how the fire went out
With every year I was getting
Tougher and more moody, but then I met you
I'm not used to say things straight, I do it through singing
For some reason I find it to be easier
We've been together for more than a year
And thanks to you I found my voice
I found my voice
Thanks to you I found my voice
I found my voice
From time to time I address you more formally1
I can't describe how much I admire you
You know, I may be too young, unfortunately
But I trust my feelings
You know, I adore your sarcasm
I know you see right through me
You know, I love you, primitively, but I do
Again I'm astonished at your harmony
Chatroom, where are you my friend? Chatroom for work
This thrill I get is mutual without a doubt
You know, I stole your Saturdays
Sorry, but I'm also planning to steal your Sundays
When I call you 'mother'
I really mean it
It might be childish, but I won't let you down
With you by my side I'm ready for anything
- 1. Russian has a formal and an informal “you”: вы and ты respectively.
Horses, horses
My sweet girl didn’t come
To the cherry tree again.
Her mother concluded that she’s too young to love,
And the night is too dark.
Bacchanal wind gave me an advice:
To steal the girl quickly,
To ride off on a troika of frisky horses
To vastness, to wide steppe.
Chorus.
Horses, horses, horses, horses, white horses,
Carry us away galloping at dawn.
Beauty don't hide your lips, those are
Ripe like cherry, from me.
Horses, horses, horses, horses, light horses,
Carry us to silver vastness.
The scarlet lips will give me a kiss.
And the wind will dispel my sadness and sorrow.
A night bird knocks at the window
And the whole moon is in the sky.
In that night you can’t sleep
And so I do.
Open your window only a little.
Let me know you love me.
Let the horses of happiness ride to us,
Ringing their horseshoes.
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
In love
Scared to meet him again
I look at myself in the mirror a million times
Not knowing what to put on no more I flutter
I believe having it all tidied up but I ended up dismantling.
My cellphone buzzes I jump
He's down my place I'm scared to make a faux pas
Tryin' once again
I believe I got to give it a try
I ain't got no choice
And there he is I'm watching him
More handsome than what he looked in my dreams
Holding a bouquet in his arms
It's him I'm sure
He's just meant for me
I know
I've been waitin' for it for such a long time
In love I admit it I ain't scared to admit it no more
I don't give a goddamn he's my future
He's all I was hoping for
All I was hoping for
All I was daydreamin' about
Two shoulders to pick me up
Two arms to hold me tight and to protect me
To never stop loving each other.
He got my heart wrapped around his finger
It skips a beat
I dunno if he can see it
But in my mind I'm losing my cold-bloodedness
And out of nowhere he pulls out an engagement ring, dazzling of thousands of different fires
Tears well up in my eyes
He looks so happy
My happiness reaches its top when he tells me
This time it's for, it's forever
In love I admit it I ain't scared to admit it no more
I don't give a goddamn he's my future
He's all I was hoping for
All I was hoping for
All I was daydreamin' about
Two shoulders to pick me up
Two arms to hold me tight and to protect me
To never stop loving each other.
He leans in his hand towards me
He looks at me lovingly, smiles at me multiple times
He tells me ' Beware'
If you says yes you'll be mine
He leans in his hand towards me
He looks at me lovingly, smiles at me multiple times
He tells me ' Beware'
If you says yes you'll be mine
Mine, mine, mine, mine
In love I admit it I ain't scared to admit it no more
I don't give a goddamn he's my future
He's all I was hoping for
All I was hoping for
All I was daydreamin' about
Two shoulders to pick me up
Two arms to hold me tight and to protect me
To never stop loving each other.
In love I admit it I ain't scared to admit it no more
I don't give a goddamn he's my future
He's all I was hoping for
All I was hoping for
All I was hoping for
In love in love
I'm in love
In love, in love
I'm in love
In love
Strange Dreams
Versions: #2
[REFRAIN: Orelsan]
Tonight I'm getting drunk, why do I hurt myself so much?
I've had some strange dreams where I didn't recognize your face
My stories don't have nice endings, I can't look myself in the mirror
I've had some strange dreams, full of stuff I can't explain
[COUPLET: Orelsan]
Hey, hey
Since I sang it, it must be true
I'm stepping on respect
All summer, I was shooting (video), all summer, your bitch was turning
Your baby's just a slut, you may love me but I love myself more
What are we doing? Letting down!
(Letting down... Letting down... Letting down)
Everyone told me to let it go, but yet I'm still here
Insults are free, it's insane that we pay to hear them
Stars in my eyes, shinobi, I'm trying to replace Johnny
Why'd you let your head get so big? Did you catch a trisomy (Down syndrome)
Miso soup, playing an idiot, under hypnosis, forgetting water
I moved every year, I was just trying to be the new kid
People betray you, then come back like it's no big deal
Ray-Ban, shorts, and tap dancing at your funeral
Society is shaky, normal people sucked into deviance
I'm doing the opposite of what you do, you're serving as an example to me
Of course I'm suspicious, it's just rage, I'm just kidding
Just after confessing what they really think
Remember who you snubbed on the way up
You'll meet them again on the way down
Don't get worked up with too many words
The people who stream them are just robots
My only enemy is the timer
Who will still love me, who will still love me, who will still love me when I'm in the hospital?
I'm dead, turn off the GoPro
Noir, San, Dems, hey, hey, hey...
[REFRAIN: Orelsan]
Tonight I'm getting drunk, why do I hurt myself so much?
I've had some strange dreams where I didn't recognize your face
My stories don't have nice endings, I can't look myself in the mirror
I've had some strange dreams, full of stuff I can't explain
[COUPLET : Damso]
It's just an abyss
From my dead sins but without death, I'm always coming out gilded in gold in a mess of a body
Exhausted from the feminine drug, famous rapper, unknown human being
I go out to get out of it, kiss to be able to love, I'm missing endorphins, my heart wants to stop
Dirty stuff is from the sea cause the sea is fucked, without dogmas and doctrines or divine beliefs
Minimum, zero euros for a lot of effort, a lot of words for so little strength
So much of 'yeah, yeah, your family is here to support you!'
Fuck your mother and spit on your dead, so many cowards and fake blacks
Deceived by my friends, by my parents, my idols
Now I know life is just a way of looking at things
So few choices for so many causes and consequences that I only live in a sequence shot
Surprised even when it's dense
Insomnia like an ambulance driver, cash but no financial plan
Off the books or on an indeterminant contract, but without a determinant
We'll stick it in you like a New Year's joint, my dick, my spear will make love without anything in the way
Through thoughts, trust, and sensible confidence
It's written black on white that white is better than black cause black is just darker
Since Jesus racism whitens, yet woolly hair with bronzed feet
Like when the writing no longer has meaning, or cause we've deconstructed its meaning
Dirty, dirty, dirty, I meet a mannequin from the Croisette
In her pussy I chat, like a Juliet
In the air, purple bills (500-euro bills)
I dream of a slut a bit like Paris Hilton, I prefer when she's got more moolah than me
We're beating you and your baby mama up, just to make sure you don't think you're Montana
We'll never sign again unless we're talking millions
The diamonds shining at us, the barrel interrogating us
We live in dirt, Dems, San…
San, Noir
[REFRAIN: Orelsan]
Tonight I'm getting drunk, why do I hurt myself so much?
I've had some strange dreams where I didn't recognize your face
My stories don't have nice endings, I can't look myself in the mirror
I've had some strange dreams, full of stuff I can't explain
Towards Love
Cat, bird, snake, horse
We all bleed
The same colour
South, East, West, North
We all cry
Joy and sorrow
Cat, bird, snake, horse
We all bleed
The same colour
South, East, West, North
We all cry
Joy and sorrow
We can share our tears
We can bathe our fears
We're heading towards love
We're children of the deeds
Watering the seeds
We're heading towards love
Towards love
Welcome, Ibeyi
Welcome
Be like water
Bruce Lee, Kung Fu
Without truce, I bring the ruler, voodoo (hu!)
One thousand leagues, one thousand tongues, like Busu
And the sound of the drum like the first Bluetooth (connection)
Year of Xangô
Excuse me, Exu
Elégua takes all, all, all, all the hurt
We're in the journey, I don't walk alone
When Oxum brings me flowers
Nanã removes the thorns
Orun on top of the plane, like Daileon
Rico Galeão, party mode on
Sing while enchanting
Brother of the animals and plants
For who has faith in Oxalá, man
Every friday is holy
The night, my color
By all means
Atahualpa's eyes on my map
I overturn death
Mommy teaches: Son, be strong
Invisible to the problems
My poems are the bridge
Free, body, mind
Anti-green beret
Camouflage suit
Soldier on thirteenth street
Enemies have eyes, but they can't see me
Their thighs, legs and arms can never reach me
Never!
We can share our tears
We can bathe our fears
We're heading towards love
We're children of the deeds
Watering the seeds
We're heading towards love
We can share our tears (We share our tears)
We can bathe our fears (our fears)
We're heading towards love (And we always are heading towards the path of love, you understand?)
We're children of the deeds
Watering the seeds
We're heading towards love (we always are heading towards the path of love)
(Of love)
Towards love
We are
We are fine glass, hard for life
We are flower of a road full of mines
We are like a beautiful infinite land
We feel and do not pretend
We are just that, what we say
And we close ranks before an enemy world
And the passion we live has no end
Everything done with good style
Everything with good style
We are stone thrown to the sky
That will travel through the night arriving to a star
And together we are truly perfect
We are the most beautiful thing, we are two twin souls
And we are sparkles, we are dynamite
The best starts now, we are at the exit
Like the happy end of any written story
That's you and me
There isn't a motto as beautiful
As strong as you and I
And there aren't affections as big
As you and I
We are going against the flow and a step ahead
We are two ever communicating vessels
We are precisely that which we don't need to think
So natural that nothing could prevent it
We are stone thrown to the sky
That will travel through the night arriving to a star
And together we are truly perfect
We are the most beautiful thing, we are two twin souls
And we are sparkles, we are dynamite
The best starts now, we are at the exit
Like the happy end of any written story
That's you and me
There isn't a motto as beautiful
As strong as you and I
And there aren't affections as big
As you and I
As you and I
Of all things
I've seen in the world
There isn't any as beautiful
As you and I
And there's no story
Ever told
To be as true
As you and I
We are dynamite
The best starts now, we are at the exit
Like the happy end of any written story
That's you and me
There isn't a motto as beautiful
As strong as you and I
Or any thing as beautiful as you
As you and I
Silence
Silence rains into the window
Like a white hope beside me
Among so many human footsteps
I hear your steps echoing.
And I hear your heart beating
Under stars and homeless paths
You cannot hide from me
Remain a mere memory
Silence, silence -
That's the only thing left after you...
Silence, silence...
In this world
Your palm
Will bring the love for a while
In this world, in this world...
It's not late, remember, it's not late
To suddenly open the door
And scatter the parting with a puff
And bring back the hot summer.
Let all the lonely trees
Cover themselves in green tonight
Having heard the warm cry of the heart
Having taken love from you and me.
Silence, silence -
That's the only thing left after you...
Silence, silence...
In this world
Your palm
Will bring the love for a while
In this world, in this world...
Shut up and Kiss me
Shut up and kiss me
Shut up and kiss me
I just want to ask
Do what you want
But shut up and kiss me
Today she called me
Needed to tell me
In the sound of her voice listening
For a request to come back
Said that where she walked
Wasn't easy for her life
That I have been part of her dreams
In her day to day
That face to face wanted to tell me
Of the time that she was absent from this love
From the sound of your voice I could hear your pain
And said that you were already coming to meet me
But when she arrives
Nothing is what I want to hear
I just want to ask you
Shut up and kiss me
Shut up and kiss me
I just want to ask
Do what you want
I already handed myself like a silver platter
Shut up and kiss me
Shut up and kiss me
I just want to ask
Do what you want
But shut up and kiss me
It was nonsense it
It was nonsense, hear, it
Nothing will come out of it, believe it
I don't even have in mind
to move to Sweden because i'm not very linguistic
It was nonsense, hear, it
these conditions aren't getting better
even if debt Volvo we would buy
and raised pay at three-shift assembly line
'What happened to Yrjö's family, remember that? Came back like a boomerang, do you want that, huh?'
Let it be, big man just leave it
why would I leave from my home, do not wait no more
Mark my words, you wouldn't enjoy there
Your blood pressure would only rise and heart's pace accelerate
It was nonsense it
It was nonsense it
Now hear me man, I won't leave anywhere, since our president is also so good too
All Who Want To Be Privateers
All who want to be privateers must be men with beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
All who like rancid hardtack must be men with beards.
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
All who smoke dignified pipes must be men with beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
All who do not fear death nor devil must be men with beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
All who want to kill the whale must be men with beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
All who want to be privateers must be men with beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
Jan, Pier, Tjoris and Corneel, they have beards, they have beards
Just Dance
When one of my song plays with rythm
When my heart bursts with joy
Dance wihout any fear, even if it doesn't move
The whole world around you
Just dance, let all eyes watch it by being stolen
Even if they watch it without like
Just dance, let your dawn watch it by brightening
If your heart is willing for it, willing for it
My age is also growing year by year
What're passing through by coming
Even so just dance, by making your sufffering heart
Fight with a hundred of worry,
Just dance, let all eyes watch it by being stolen
Even if they watch it without like
Just dance, let your dawn watch it by brightening
If your heart is willing for it, willing for it
To the other side of infinity
I write to you everyday
And I get to meet you once again for small talk,
and I feel you off in the distance
and so my hand sort of tremble.
Everyday here on Earth
I honor it to tell you about
me, you, our home
of my desire to hug you.
So that I feel you right beside me
So that I hear you breathin'
I cradle that baby in my arms
Whom couldn't keep on loving
Loving
Nothing's over
nothing has ever happened
You only crossed
The other side of infinity
And right within infinity
I'll be able to see you again
I know there's nothing more certain
than the point wherein the horizon
meets with the open sea
The open sea
In a much less hard life
in much less cruel times
Walking down the streets
walking together, always
So that I feel you right beside me
I ain't afraid to wait for you
Nothing's over
nothing has ever happened
You only crossed
The other side of infinity
And right within infinity
I'll be able to see you again
I know there's nothing more certain
than the point wherein the horizon
meets with the open sea
The open sea
Nothing's over
nothing has ever happened
A letter for you
A love letter
A letter for me
To heal this pain
Refrain...
The objective is to further human understanding so my feeble attempts are not copyrighted.