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Sleep sleep

Sleep, sleep beloved son
sleep with no fretting
sleep, sleep restfully.
close your tiny eyes.
Close your beautiful eyes
sleep, sleep restfully.
Close your beautiful eyes
sleep, sleep restfully.
 
Out of the crib
to enter school
and there, my beloved son
you'll begin to read.
 
Out of school
to go to the pashas
and you my beloved son
to work you'll go.
 
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Miracle

You, listen to me one last time
Your love is not step by step
You exceeded feelings again
I heard the name of love with you for the first time
Come on and tear yourself apart from me
Do you have those nights
Or syllables without you
 
What they call a miracle, consists of three syllables
I'm yours every night
Even in my last breath, I wouldn't tell anyone
Come on and marry me
 
What they call a miracle, consists of three syllables
I'm yours every night
I don't know how many times I sang
Your song never stops for me, miracle
 
Come on and tear yourself apart from me
Do you have those nights
Or syllables without you
 
What they call a miracle, consists of three syllables
I'm yours every night
Even in my last breath, I wouldn't tell anyone
Come on and marry me
 
What they call a miracle, consists of three syllables
I'm yours every night
I don't know how many times I sang
Your song never stops for me, miracle
 
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Change

They are all out of their mind, everybody is going crazy
I can't believe you, there's no one to believe.
Who are you cursing at? You think you are blameless, don't you?
You, I and everyone else are all the same. All hypocrites!
 
Change, change, change it!
Change everything!
Change, change, change it!
Change even love!
Change, change,change it!
Change all falsehood!
Change, change, change it!
Change the whole world!
 
I thought it was a must to trust you, now I crush you
Energizing my brain.
You shallow love. I want you to love me.
I want you to come back.
I want you to change.
I want you to hold onto me before it's too late.
 
Why is a woman's past something to be forgiven? Or is it not to be forgiven?
Why did you bother to love me in the first place, if it was going to be a problem?
Everything has changed, I am not what I was.
It's too late for you to regret for throwing me away!
 
Change, change, change it!
Change everything!
Change, change, change it!
Change even love!
Change, change,change it!
Change all falsehood!
Change, change, change it!
Change the whole world!
 
Change, change, change it!
Change everything!
Change, change, change it!
Change even love!
Change, change,change it!
Change all falsehood!
Change, change, change it!
Change the whole world!
 
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Don't Be Crazy

In this sea of heads around us
Only your head sticks out over all others
When are you gonna learn that everybody hates
When there is someone who is over and beyond them?
 
Don't be crazy, don't be crazy
Don't be crazy, don't be crazy
Stand in the shadow like everyone else
Don't be crazy
 
Don't be crazy, don't be crazy
Be like all the others
Don't be crazy, don't be crazy
Be like all the others
 
Since I met you and heard of you
You always swim upstream
In hundred voices I hear only your voice
You fool around with fire when everyone is quiet
 
You always say what's on your mind
You're already the thorn in everyone's side, you know!
Who needs truth now
Get smart finally, come on!
 
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Yedi Kule

If you pass by Yedi Kule you will see the prison,
surrounded by multiple tall walls.
 
There you will find me -because of you- tied
and in the cell I am mourning hopelessly.
 
They deprived me of light, my life has been unbearable,
I see death in person -my dear- across from me.
 
I am in prison, you among the flowers
I suffer in my heart, I want you to cry
 
Come, walk by the Yedí Kule
See the misery I have to endure
 
Let a black dress be made for you
and make an offering of oil in the synagogue.
 
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You and the Music

What would you, if you were like me
At the crossroads of all the roads
Would you name me as your salvation
As I would name you?
 
What would you say if you knew
That just a moment of your smile
Means life to me, my everything
it's meaning to this meaning
 
Where ever I go
I'll take you with me
If they ruin everything inside me, kill it
You stay, and the music
 
Where ever I go
I'll take you with me
And I can stand in front of the wall a hundred times
You stay, and the music, and the music
 
What would you, if you were like me
At the crossroads of all the roads
Would you name me as your salvation
As I would name you?
 
What would you say if you knew
That just a moment of your smile
Means life to me, my everything
it's meaning to this meaning
 
Where ever I go
I'll take you with me
If they ruin everything inside me, kill it
You stay, and the music
 
Where ever I go
I'll take you with me
And I can stand in front of the wall a hundred times
You stay, and the music, and the music
You stay, and the music, and the music
 
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Harvest Festival in the Workers' Cultural Centre

It doesn't matter how much we sang – it was as good as if were silent,
That's why our holy water is now dead.
The wheels of sorrow have run over us,
And here we go to the harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 
It's time to refrain, but how do you refrain?
[How do you] leave this zone, pull the wires out of yourself?
And Rose from the State Timber Enterprise and Mary the Wedding Bird
Are dying for a ticket
For the harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 
We know the machine is utterly broke,
We know there's no road here and never has been.
Close your eyes so you don't see a faun creeping in the field,
A star fallen from the sky is knocking at the door.
The harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 
Black soot red as a flag,
Blown up trains among the ancient ruins,
Under the feet of the passers-by are paintings from Hermitage,
The conductor is completely deaf –
The harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 
It doesn't matter how much we sang – it was as good as if were silent,
That's why our holy water is now dead.
And on the starry night I will wait on the quay.
We're in the beginning yet. The harvest festival in the workers' cultural centre.
 
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In Aranjuez Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you...
Remembering that time, I'm thinking about you...
The clear waters produce a crystal murmur
As if they were praying for time to come back
And for roses to bloom...
 
I'm thinking about you...
Through the gardens, I look for you and think of you;
The dead wings are bitterly carried by the wind
and they flow by, just as my heart weeps
Tied to your memory...
And close to the evening, when the sun has already set
And the night enters slowly,
That very star appears just for you...
 
I'm thinking about you...
Time passes in vain and no one ever comes.
The water gushes out just like when you, with your hands,
Splashed it all over me and I kissed you;
But the murmur falters.
 
I'm thinking about you...
I don't say your name, but the wind brings it to me!
And I wish I could start forgetting
But more and more, I keep remembering;
The garden is awaiting you, awaiting you just like yesterday...
And the old rosebush does have any Spring times left
And God knows where the bird is leaving for
As it looks for the day...
 
[Instrumental]
 
You're not here,
But in the afternoon I hear once again
Steps across the sand
That sound like yours, and they're approaching...
 
In Aranjuez, thinking about you...
 
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Venus

Tune me in give me a sip of your soul
From your softness that vertigo in your calm
Before it's too late
Love me with kisses
 
Intoxicate me
With your wet caresses
Before it's too late
Smear me with foam
Oh no, oh no
 
You come like the sea, back in a cycle
You come and go, like a Venus you appear
I will sink in your waves
And let the current carry us
 
Intoxicate me
With your wet caresses
Before it's too late
Smear me with foam
Oh no, oh no
 
You come like the sea, back in a cycle
You come and go, like a Venus you appear
I will sink in your waves
And let the current carry us
 
It will be because I love you, it will be because it is so
I know it's not real and you're not my property
But I feel you mine
 
Just because I love you, just because it's like that
I know it's not real, that you do not belong to me
But I feel you mine
 
Thanks for being, thanks for putting up
I promise to be by your side until the end
I'll hide you as you do for me
 
How do you do it for me
 
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I'm Falling In Love With Her**

The nice-looking woman
asked to play the adufe1:
'She's beautiful, I'm falling in love with her'2
 
The good-looking woman
asked to play the adufe;
'She's beautiful, I'm falling in love with her'.
 
She asked to play the adufe,
but they interrupted her:
'She's beautiful, I'm falling in love with her'.
 
She asked to play the adufe,
[but] they kept interrupting her:
'She's beautiful, I'm falling in love with her'.
 
**3
 
  • 1. The adufe is an musical instrument, which is used in Portugal.
  • 2. They kept interrupting her by saying: 'She's beautiful, I'm falling in love'.
  • 3. **The title could be 'She's beautiful, I'm falling in love with her'; however it's too long. That's the reason I've shortened it to 'I'm falling in love with her' instead.

We Need to Talk

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-eh
 
I hate your texts when you say
That we need to talk
Oh, God, what did I do, what did I do
That we need to talk?
 
I hate your texts when you say
That we need to talk
Oh, God, what did I do, what did I do
That we need to talk?
 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
Tell me, who'd I sleep with now? (sleep with)
Or was it the girl I looked at?, yeah
I went to the club and I'll see, eh (and I'll see)
And i didn't even breathe (no, no, no)
 
Fine, I made a couple new girl friends
But that's it, nothing past that
Besides, do you really think I'd dare cheat?, nah
Not even if I drank some beer
 
Oh, wait, speaking of
I might just give myself a kiss, eh
But that's it, oh
But that's it
 
And speaking clear, I don't even remember
I swear that I don't even remember
(Dammit, how the hell do you not remember?)
(You always do the same thing to me) so give me a kiss
(Do you think I'm an idiot?)
That we need to talk (that we need to talk)
 
I hate your texts when they say
That we need to talk
Oh, God, what did I do, what did I do?
 
Tell me, what was my crime
If I'm a little angel
Yeah-eh, eh
 
And tell who, ey
Tell me who, ey, eh
Who's talking shit on me?
More shit about me
Yeah-eh, eh
 
And tell me who, ey
Tell me who, ey, eh (tell me)
Who's talking shit on me? (tell me)
More shit about me (ey, ey, ey)
Yeah-eh
 
I bet it was your friend, ey
She's always hated me
Or your gay cousin, Omar
He's always liked me
You know it's true, that's normal
Baby, ey, you need to think
 
And not make a scene
But I already know what you said, mami
Because they sent me a text just now
That we need to talk
 
I hate your texts when they say
That we need to talk
Oh, God, what did I do, what did I do?
That we need to talk
I hate your texts when they say
That we need to talk
Oh, God, what did I do, what did I do?
 
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Invitation

I waited for this day
For this night to come
Just spending the night as two
I waited
 
No need to turn on the lights
Don’t need to say anything
Just lean on me
And close your eyes
 
Narrowly erotic
To make you come into my arms
With this heart, with this smile,
with these eyes, with this touch
I’ll seduce you tonight
 
No need to hesitate
I’m ready
You already took my heart
Long time ago
 
Softly and moistly
I’ll go into your arms while being wet
I’m thirsty for your love
Let your love rain fall
 
Say it, show me
Show me everything you’ve got
Before the night ends
Act like there’s no tomorrow
 
Narrowly erotic
To make you come into my arms
With this heart, with this smile, with these eyes, with this touch
I’ll seduce you tonight
 
Softly and moistly
I’ll go into your arms while being wet
I’m thirsty for your love
Let your love rain fall
 
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There Are Days

There are days when, and moments when,
I cannot even find a dog that—that wants to love me.
On the other hand, I personally hate dogs.
On the other hand, I personally hate dogs.
 
There are days when I would get on a train,
and head for a sunny place to warm me up a little.
On the other hand, I personally hate trains.
On the other hand, I personally hate trains.
 
There are days when I can only think of her,
and I hate the whole world.
There are days when I would consult a priest
because those who love are crucified, those who love are crucified.
 
There are days when—strange moments when
I feel like a master—who commands more than one king.
On the other hand, I personally hate masters.
On the other hand, I personally hate masters.
 
But there are days when I would get down on my knees to beg for the love
that she never gave me.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
 
There are days when I can only think of her,
and I hate the whole world.
There are days when I would consult a priest
because those who love are crucified, those who love are crucified.
 
But there are days when I would get down on my knees to beg for the love
that she never gave me.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
 
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Everything is backwards

1.
I will sing about love no more - I don't want to.
Such a pain is inside of me, and it's no joke.
I've words on fire, burning mouth.
You surprised me so, now everything is backwards.
 
I won't leave what's most important out of sight -
I have a family that's large, it is kind and nice.
But it so turned out - my friend became a traitor and a thief.
Till this day it feels as if in my head the shutter clicked.
 
Refrain.
We rode and rode, and on a lame mare.
I do remember everything, you have all forgotten.
An eyelet that was sewn, and the tied pigtail.
We drove on and on, but didn't reach the shelter.
 
2.
And I'll no longer make decisions beforehand.
And I'll no longer anyone will blame.
And I'll no longer will rules of driving break.
After all, someone is the world to you, for someone it is you.
 
I will sing about love no more - I don't want to.
Such a pain is inside of me, and it's no joke.
I've words on fire, burning mouth.
I believed you so, and you...
 
You surprised me so, now everything is backwards.
You did not scare me, no! I'm ok...
 
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Falling Falling, Falling is the Snow.

Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
From the sky's gray abyss
In the millions they are falling
Those cold butterflies .
 
Unanimous, like a jury
Cold, like bad luck
Inundating all life
All the beauty of the meadows and the fields.
*
Your eyes are like the sea
Light-hearted, so bright:
My heart's old grief,
Like dust, drowns in them.
 
Your eyes are like a well
Pure on a pearly day,
And hope, like a star,
Sparkles out to me.
*
What is my happiness without you?
The sound is empty and mute!
What is my grief with out you?
It's value's so fleeting
*
Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
The carpet heavily is lain..
The young fire in the soul
Dying, weakens, extinguishes.
*
Your eyes are like the sea
Light-hearted, so bright:
My heart's old grief,
Like dust, drowns in them.
 
Your eyes are like a well
Pure on a pearly day,
And hope, like a star,
Sparkles out to me.
*
Your eyes are like a well
Pure on a pearly day,
And hope, like a star,
Sparkles out to me.
*
Falling, falling, falling is the snow...
 
Used poems: 'Falling, falling, falling is the snow.', 'Your eyes like the sea', If you should meet upon the street'.
 
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Falling. Falling, Falling is the Snow -2

Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
They be like silver butterflies
These snowflakes, white and clean.
Quietly falling to the feet.
Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
 
Falling, falling, falling is the snow....
Quietly, easily, from everywhere
Covering everything all around
There's not a path nor a road ...
Falling, falling, falling is the snow. ...
 
Falling, falling, falling is the snow. ...
Already covering the valleys and mountains
Already the whole world's like a white sea
A white sea without a road ...
Falling, falling, falling is the snow.
 
words: Marika Pidhiryanka
 
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Wannabe

[Bridge: Highsnob]
I've had enough with the balls on these sons of bitches
Who snitch just to get 4 views
They talk, yes talk, talk about me, talk about the streets,
And they haven't even seen them on Youtube
 
[Chorus: Highsnob]
Like fucking wannabes
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Like fucking wannabes
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Bro runs, runs from the woman
wee-woo-wee-woo
I always return home
With a new car
On the record I make a mess
On the streets I make a casino
Don't fucking fuck with me bro
Bla bla bla
 
[Verse 1: Highsnob]
Out of the alley, like who?
Like La Quicha from the Medellin cartel
I had told you in between that I'd deal with it softly
But I am a liar and you don't believe me
I make new cuisine, a ratatouille
Mind your own fucking business 'till I wake you
I come inside there like a dick
like Mia Khalifa returns to porn
Well there
Lend me your flow, bro
I have to do it
A great pretty figure
Of that shit
Eh yeah
These fools make rap with money
While instead I make money with rap
Yeah yeah yeah
All good at making a gold record
Only because of the guest artists
Then they raise hell
If you split the record by percentage
And now your part
Is a copper record
You are my appetizer
Just the edamame
Watch another meme in which I told you off
If you want to get behind me
Send me a message
I'll send you one back
on the first track
Ah yeah
 
[Bridge: Highsnob]
I've had enough with the balls on these sons of bitches
Who snitch just to get 4 views
They talk, yes talk, talk about me, talk about the streets,
And they haven't even seen them on Youtube
 
[Chorus: Highsnob]
Like fucking wannabes
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Like fucking wannabes
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Bro runs, runs from the woman
wee-woo-wee-woo
I always return home
With a new car
On the record make a mess
On the streets I make a casino
Don't fucking fuck with me bro
Bla bla bla
 
[Verse 2: Junior Cally]
I put on the new mask so at least you disappear
I look you straight in the eyes
Your capillaries burst
We knew it for a year
Call us luminaries
Yeah to rap you are good (stay quiet!)
Cally and Mike, like a duo
A gold record but it isn't yours
Hyped like Christ, I'm drunk on 40k or else I don't toast
At the party a kamikaze, 50 bombs down the throat
On the photo 1000 likes
But then you just can't fuck
Your scene is finished, hallucinations
You are a group between whores
You bring money to the pimp
Best artist of the year
I bet
I'll come in there with the look of the pilot
That came inside Torri Gemelle
 
[Bridge: Highsnob]
I've had enough with the balls on these sons of bitches
Who snitch just to get 4 views
They talk, yes talk, talk about me, talk about the streets,
And they haven't even seen them on Youtube
 
[Chorus: Highsnob]
Like fucking wannabes
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Like fucking wannabes
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Bro runs, runs from the woman
wee-woo-wee-woo
I always return home
With a new car
On the record I make a mess
On the streets I make a casino
Don't fucking fuck with me bro
Bla bla bla
 
-Specter, the Flying Fox
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In The Carpathian Mountains

In the Carpathian mountains I would like to live,
From the mountain to the valley I would like to descend.
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
In the Carpathian mountains a Hutsul lives there ,
A Beautiful Hutsyl he leeds by her hand
 
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
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In the Carpathian Mountains -2

In the Carpathian mountains I would like to live,
From the mountain to the valley I would like to descend.
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
In the Carpathian mountains where the pine grows ,
The fragrant grasses in spring do grow there
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
In the Carpathian mountains, where the grasses do grow,
The the Huttzyl does carry his milk in a pail.
(The birds are there singing, all is so gay uh ha ha,
And the voice of the pipe can be heard every day.) (2)
 
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Crave for rain

Versions: #2
immature, heartless. even so, it's still beautiful
 
No destiny that suits ourselves
this won't be enough
if we talked over it, it will go smoothly
materials, money, love, words...I'm already tired with your show-off
 
Dejavu, what are you unsatisfied about?
saying those terrible and selfish things, what do you want again?
even so, I kinda don't hate it
 
enough, 'I'm already sick hearing that lines'
I don't want to keep things unfinished!
 
it's enough!
even though you said this and that
even though you said that you love me
it's easy if it's only to fool around, but doing this for serious is nonsense!
those thoughtless, insubstantial (serious) words,
how many times do you want to say it?
after all…
even if i was hoping in this fixed game
even those all quoted phrases
words that make people run away, make it a taboo
read the situation, I'm just hoping it won't rain
 
'I hate this boring talk'
'don't talk more than necessary, only within two letters, please'
 
the red butterfly that can't send a message
extending its fragile wing, it's more fascinating by that way right?
 
in confusion
if you can't respond, leave me alone
if you are hesitant, go away from me
the main thing that you ignored, it's like bring you a peace
if the sweet raindrops fall,
it makes you want to hold up your umbrella right?
as it is
i glad i'm still can hope on it, i closed my eyes
i wanted to change, tried to act like an adult
i lost something that irreparable
please don't stop raining, right now
 
copy, paste, delete.
repeat it again, breath in, breath out
so…
that's fine, i want to stay here
 
it's enough!
even though you said this and that
even though you said that you love me
it's easy if it's only to fool around, but doing this for serious is nonsense!
those thoughtless, hard truth (lies),
should we make it a taboo?
surely
even if i was hoping in this fixed game
even those formal phrases
i'll end this habit of running away
read the situation, please don't be sunny right now
 
today is raining too…
close the umbrella, let's go home wet
 
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- Reality copy art

Lyrics Costel Zăgan
 
- Reality copy art
 
Following
 
one
 
of the
 
directives lyrics
 
Ana
 
Blandiana
 
My parents
 
(mother especially)
 
They
 
overturned
 
directly
 
from the grave
 
to
 
cradle
 
And so
 
in
 
childhood
 
resembled
 
that a grandfathers
 
of
 
work
 
playing
 
with
 
beard
 
by
 
grass
 
at the gates
 
of creation
 
and
 
the
 
love
 
I have
 
called
 
with
 
church bell
 
in the
 
village
 
and
 
here I am
 
now
 
Male
 
true
 
Waiting
 
to come
 
ambulance
 
Shall I
 
go
 
on
 
maternity
 
For
 
requiem
 
Ladies
 
and
 
gentlemen
 
really
 
it's
 
STAS
 
Costel Zăgan, Ode tende
 
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Triptych in Rememberance of V. Vysotsky

-1-
 
If it's so, good. If it's all for a reason,
If the wind is to blow and the trees are to wave,
If we live a happy life [only] so long as we don't live to the age of one hundred,
And then we go every which way, but then we still come back.
 
If we live a happy life [only] so long as we don't count up to one hundred,
And then we go every which way, but then we still come back.
 
Everyone comes back: friends and foes,
Via the most beloved and loyal women.
Everyone comes back, and they go to the circles [of hell],
And again they don't trust their fate, to a greater or lesser extent.1
 
Everyone comes back, and they go to the circles [of hell],
And again they don't trust their fate, to a greater or lesser extent.
 
If it's so, good. That means they seek their fate,
But instead they find themselves, if they find at all,
If you've seen a hole in a forehead in a coffin2
Going belly up, kicking the bucket at rest with fathers, or however else thay say in common language.
 
It feels good even in a coffin so long as you've got a hole in your forehead,
Going belly up, kicking the bucket at rest with fathers, or however else thay say in common language.
 
But even the eternal fire will burn down,
This sleep is good but still not eternal.
The entrance to the Milky Way is open in the East,3
And again the milk runs down your chest, down your lips, and you can't change the meeting place.4
 
The entrance to the Milky Way is open in the East,
And milk again, and you can't change the meeting place.
 
-2-
 
If a woman is sober, if a woman is bored,
It's probably hard and cheerless for her to be with us.
But you pour her some wine, you reach for the bottom -
Oh, she'll give you the grain and everything to fire up the stove.
 
But you pour her some wine, you reach for the bottom -
Oh, she'll give you everything to fire up the stove.
 
And again you collect your loaf crumb by crumb,
And again drop by drop you spill your blood into boiling water.
The life won't forgive only those who thought ill of it:
A woman only takes revenge for not accepting her love.
 
The life won't forgive only those who thought ill of it:
A woman only takes revenge for not accepting her love.
 
So catch this word to begin all your affairs at once,
You're supposed to wrestle everything down again
For the girl called Time to plait fairy tales,
For the boy called Time to shoot his sling.
 
For the girl called Time to plait fairy tales,
For the boy called Time to shoot his sling.
 
So that they don't forgive you if you don't understand the game,
If you don't catch the ball and don't even cry yourself to sleep.
If you don't understand, if you don't even sing along,
Then instead of a guitar you'll grab a rattle again.
 
The rattle rattles, yet it's hollow inside.
It's boring to listen to for a hundredth time, you can have too much even of a fairy tale.
So don't wait until they count up to a hundred,
It's better to hear seven times, to say once,
Or to build,
To cook or to sing, to prove -
But for that, you must feel a message in a tale.
To bind tighter, to bind tighter,
You must feel the resolution is coming soon.
 
-3-
 
A wheel track on water. But you can't get
To Wonderland5 by it, especially light-handed and with smalltalk.
So don't reproach me:
'Why on Earth did you go into the water?'
Of course I'll sing, of course I'll sing,
But I'd rather we sing together.6
 
So don't reproach me:
'Why on Earth did you go into the water?'
Of course I'll sing, of course I'll sing,
But I'd rather we sing together.
 
For it feels good if the choir strikes up on a high note together with you,
Missing the notes but heartfully and straight to the root, and the roots will get along with the soul.
Is anything wrong?7
Everything seems as usual, the same sky is blue again,8
But something must be different
If it suddenly felt so good.
 
But why guess? The sky is high,
Yet the Earth where you're to knead dough is close at hand.
If you erect a cross over Wonderland,
Then you've chosen the best place for the Cross.
 
If you erect a cross over Wonderland,
Then you've chosen the best place for the Cross.
 
But our dead won't leave us in danger,9
Our fallen are like watchmen on duty.
But the sky is reflected in you and in me,
And in the name of the names, let the alive not leave the alive!
 
The sky is reflected in you and in me,
And in the name of the names, let the alive not leave the alive!
 
All in all, there's enough place in the dugout for everyone.
What do we want? Just peace and mercy for our house.
And the hearty laughter storms through the clouds:
'To be or not to be? What's the question if it couldn't've been other way?'10
 
And the hearty laughter storms through the clouds:
'To be or not to be? What's the question if it couldn't've been other way?'
 
  • 1. A reference to Vysotsky's song 'Korabli' (see )
  • 2. 'To see smth. in a coffin' means 'to be sick of smth.'
  • 3. The word восход can mean 'East', but its general meaning is 'sunrise' or just 'rise, ascention', so the line can also be read as 'the entrance is open for ascention'
  • 4. 'The Meeting Place Cannot Be Changed' is a Soviet TV miniseries featuring Vysotsky
  • 5. 'Alice in Wonderland' is a broadcast musical play featuring sons by Vysotsky
  • 6. Another reference to 'Korabli' (see footnote 1)
  • 7. Or, literally: 'Is anything different?'
  • 8. A reference to Vysotsky's song 'On ne vernulsia iz boja' (see )
  • 9. Further reference to 'On ne vernulsia iz boja'
  • 10. The role of Hamlet was Vysotsky's most famous theatrical work.

Within The Love

Versions: #3
You're here today, tomorrow you won't
Let it be a giant scream
May we share our griefs
No matter if they know, no matter they hear
 
Within the love, within the lies
One mirror with thousands of shapes
Within the love, within the lies
All are the same, all included
 
Maybe you're there, maybe you're not
You're unaware of, maybe satiated
They will be here with
A giant anger like the glass
 
Within the love, within the lies
 

Leave your kisses

[Pre-chorus]
I'm a bad baby, but I do it well
I lose shyness in nudity
And if we are alone I already know what to do
Everyone would like to have me
And only you can own me
Don't talk about my ex, which doesn't count
Because I'm not yours anymore
 
[Chorus]
Leave your kisses on my skin
Leave now (leave now)
That time runs and I don't know (uh-uh)
What will be (will be)
Leave your kisses on my skin (skin)
Leave now
That time runs and I don't know (uh-uh)
What will be (will be)
 
[Verse 1]
Leave your kisses on my skin
Like the last time
Grab me with the cel in case you want to see me later
And repeat the process
I won't be satisfied with just that, no, no
We do it on the couch, the bed is far away
And the desires is waiting to do, to do what I want
If you pull my hair I don't put but
I climb on you so you lose your fear
I already know what you give
(It covers and check the night)
For you, you don't leave me
 
[Chorus]
Leave your kisses on my skin
Leave now (leave now)
That time runs and I don't know (uh-uh)
What will be (will be)
Leave your kisses on my skin (skin)
Leave now
That time runs and I don't know (uh-uh)
What will be (will be)
 
[Verse 2]
Always asking for my photos
It seems that I'm stuck in your mind
Since I fulfilled your fantasies
Upload photos with me and it seems that you are bitten
Because none are repeated
You know the process
When we eat each other with kisses
And then I receive that text
That he wants to see me tomorrow
Because he doesn't need another one in his bed, other than me
 
[Pre-chorus]
I'm a bad baby, but I do it well
I lose shyness in nudity
And if we are alone I already know what to do
Everyone would like to have me
And only you can own me
Don't talk about my ex, which doesn't count
Because I'm not yours anymore
 
[Chorus]
Leave your kisses on my skin
Leave now (leave now)
That time runs and I don't know (uh-uh)
What will be (will be)
Leave your kisses on my skin (skin)
Leave now
That time runs and I don't know (uh-uh)
What will be (will be)
 
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POETRY

Lyrics Costel Zăgan - Poetry
 
The poet stopped at the gates and lonely
as usual began to spit lyrics on
exterior walls Endless I were nights
sed loneliness love my bread, the
daily often flămânzitu I have both
body and soul remoteness but my name
and also can not go empty finger
my shining stars on the most tender ste
them and valleys of snow that I have conquered all feel
Turia words I was full of blizzards and winds
raging teeth and Molar tooth stagger anxious
re and My eyes were dark longing and desire
only love bears my hands to you
bread of my heart poetry blue
lips burn
as
some
flames
heart-and
what
not
STATEMENT
 
Costel Zăgan, Heresy momentary II
 
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NET AUTUMNALIA

Exiled in autumn
like a bum
expect to fall
your angel blond
 
like a bum
self sleepwalking
do a round
still not enough
 
ego sleepwalker
waiting to fall
thinks it cooler
exiled to fall
 
like a bum
cheerful sad background
 
Costel Zăgan , CEZEISME II
 

I already know it

I don't care how much you have in you bank account
Nor that you have parked a lambo in your house
That doesn't impress me
That doesn't drive me crazy
 
That you have a good car
I already know it
A house in the beach
I already know it
That you buy expensive clothes
I already know it
And you try to impress me with your boat (2x)
 
Baby, the material doesn't call me, call me
And the superficial doesn't please me, please me
I want someone who has his personality
Who doesn't pass it on instagram
Trying to pretend
I want someone who is secure
That caught me in the bed
That give me hard
I want someone who is smart
Who doesn't let anything affects him
And who doesn't take away from people
 
That you have a good car
I already know it
A house in the beach
I already know it
That you buy expensive clothes
I already know it
And you try to impress me with your boat (2x)
 
You come with ego
And you go like a loser
Speaking about what you have
Being able to talk to me about love
But not anymore
Don't throw me in private anymore
Because of something, I haven't answered
I prefer to be alone than to be by your side
 
I want someone who has his personality
Who doesn't pass it on instagram
Trying to pretend
I want someone who is secure
That caught me in the bed
That give me hard
 
That you have a good car
I already know it
A house in the beach
I already know it
That you buy expensive clothes
I already know it
And you try to impress me with your boat (2x)
 
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What on earth God's boredom

Emile Brumaru in memoriam
 
Angels get back home
angels going back to heaven
seems they do not care
and go so lonely
 
Angels get back to heaven
angels leave us alone
and in silences iron
rust-bud
 
Angels let us alone
do not seem to care anymore
snow we-n tablespoons
angels get back home
 
angels get back to heaven
bored nothing sky
 
Costel Zăgan, CEZEISME II
 

If one day you would not love me anymore

If one day you would not love me anymore...
I never asked myself what would I do?
I would still face the world
with the same strenght inside,
the way I'll do until
I can count on you.
 
If one day you would not love me anymore...
I never asked myself what would I say
to whom would ask me: 'why?'
I would save myself by saying
that I was the one who wanted it
then at the bottom of my heart I would admit it,
I would admit it
 
Then I look at you and you're laughing
you're kidding about my drama.
It's really true: it makes no sense,
since you are next to me.
You're right and, if I think about it,
making love is much better, indeed.
 
But, if one day you would not love me anymore,
it will not be a joke like now.
And thinking about it now that you're here
yes, I know, that doesn't make sense
but all that I feel
and to whom I must tell, if not to you?
If not to you?
 
Then I look at you and you're laughing
you're kidding about my drama.
It's really true: it makes no sense,
since you are next to me.
You're right and, if I think about it,
making love is much better, indeed.
 
If one day you would not love me anymore...
I never asked myself what would I do?
I would still face the world
with the same strenght inside,
the way I'll do until
I can count on you.
 
If one day you would not love me anymore...
I never asked myself what would I say
to whom would ask me: 'why?'
I would save myself by saying
that I was the one who wanted it
but at the end I would admit it.
 
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Modern sonnet

Versions: #2
She put on her nicest hat, the blue one,
and her dress noboby has unfastened yet.
Then she pulled back the unruly lock
her lappet had moved down a bit.
 
She thought: 'this is wrong, very wrong! And what a rain!'
I'll be done for like your average old bluestocking1!
Then, before going out, to enjoy a whiff
of warm air, she held out her hands in front of the fire.
 
And off she scampers under her umbrella2
in the rain. Only her bootie and her rump
bulging under her raincoat show.
 
She's nearly there. Good Lord! Sixth floor is so high!
The key is in the lock. She comes in and goes 'Phew!'
then wets his nose3 saying 'I love you'.
 
  • 1. that's just an educated guess. 'fée' most likely had a more specific slangy meaning in the 19th century, but I couldn't pinpoint it
  • 2. this disused term for 'umbrella' means 'just in case'
  • 3. I suppose the raindrops on her face wet the guy's nose as she kisses him. I couldn't find any slangy use of the expression

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