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Thank you

Thank you, at the end of this year Thank you, I want to tell you
I’m going to be busy, for you
 
Thank you, when I was a child Thank you, I was unable
to speak honestly
 
In a year, my memories will be collecting dust
So I want to feel you close to me
 
Thank you, even without having anything Thank you, even on cold nights
When I turn around, you’re there
 
Let’s talk over and over about the days we’ve spent together
The fun things come to my mind first
 
I hated and got lost, taking the long way
it made me realize I was living alone
 
Thank you, here’s the beginning Thank you, I won’t forget
this was the year I met you
 

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Mort si plecat

Am mers pe drumul asta prea mult
Incercand sa-mi gasesc drumul inapoi spre casa
Dar vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat
Mort si plecat
Am mers pe drumul asta prea mult
Incercand sa-mi gasesc drumul inapoi spre casa
Dar vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat
Mort si plecat
 
[Verse 1]
Fiecare are o zi cand vrea sa ramana acasa
Sa alerge intr-un grup de negrii care isi aduna ura
Tu mergi inainte-ei o iau gresit
Tu incerci din nou dar treaba e trecuta
Prea in afara raportului, prea rea discutia
Doar tu impotriva lor, alege unul apoi fugi
Isi dau seama ca ai sarit ce urmeaza
Nu vor sa se opreasca aici acum, sunt arestati
Acum esti impuscat ambulanta se grabeste
Esti la spital cu o contuzie grava
In plus ai lovit de patru ori dar ti-au lovit spatele
Paralizat pe jos si legat de scaunul cu rotile
Nu conteaza ca acum esti norocos ca esti in viata
Doar gandeste-te ca totul a inceput de la o cearta cu trei tipi
Apare mandria negrilor dar mandria ta e modul in care ii rezolvi
Esti impuscat in orice zi
Negrii mor in fiecare zi
Toate micile porcarii, bani de droguri
Jocuri trucate pentru gangsterii de rahat
Ar putea sa fie din cauza muzicii hip-hop
Sau cei cu bunul simt nu au folosit
De obicei negrii nu stiu ce sa faca cand sunt la ananghie
Asa ca incep sa traga
Pentru rosu pentru albastru pentru explozie cred
Pentru Bankhead la vechile proiecte
Niciun stres acum sunt cinstit
Acum il iau, acum imi iau timp de gandire
Inainte sa fac o greseala pentru interesul familiei
Partea aceea din mine am parasit-o ieri
Cealalta parte e mai puternica azi
Fara regrete sunt binecuvantat sa spun
Vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat departe
 
[Hook]
Am mers pe drumul asta prea mult
Incercand sa-mi gasesc drumul inapoi spre casa
Dar vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat
Mort si plecat
Am mers pe drumul asta prea mult
Incercand sa-mi gasesc drumul inapoi spre casa
Dar vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat
Mort si plecat
 
[Verse 2]
Nu am fost niciodata speriat am trait in tragedii
Situatiile ar putea fi mortale
Majoritatea acelor rahaturi nu ar fi trebuit sa se inatmple
Dar te gandesti la asta cand esti acolo prins
In apartament atarnand, fumand si facand rap
Negrii incep rahaturile stim ca vom fi prinsi
Sunt blocati nici macar nu se enerveaza
Acum ma gandesc la ce fel de viata am
Cand ma uit in trecut la rahaturile alea doar rad
Dar cand ma uit in trecut la unele rahaturi ma intristez
Ma gandesc ca baiatul meu va fi acasa
Nu voi lovi un negru in gura atunci
Am castigat acea lupta am pierdut acel razboi
Pot sa-l vad pe negrul meu iesind pe usa
Cine ar fi crezut ca nu-l voi mai vedea pe Philant
Am vazut destule morti nu mai vreau
Caci saritura unui negru m-a costat mult
Am luat acel fund enorm afara
Acum ma gandesc inainte sa-mi risc viata
Iau sansele sa avansez in grad
Un negru isi pune mana pe mine e bine
Altfel sta acolo vorbind prostii toata noaptea
Caci te-am lovit si tu m-ai acuzat
Te-am impuscat am fost inchis, sarmanul de mine
Niciun stres acum sunt cinstit
Acum il iau, acum imi iau timp de gandire
Inainte sa fac o greseala pentru interesul familiei
Partea aceea din mine am parasit-o ieri
Cealalta parte e mai puternica azi
Fara regrete sunt binecuvantat sa spun
Vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat departe
 
[Hook]
Am mers pe drumul asta prea mult
Incercand sa-mi gasesc drumul inapoi spre casa
Dar vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat
Mort si plecat
Am mers pe drumul asta prea mult
Incercand sa-mi gasesc drumul inapoi spre casa
Dar vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat
Mort si plecat
 
[Bridge]
Imi intorc capul spre est nu vad pe nimeni langa mine
Imi intorc capul spre vest, inca nu e nimeni in vedere
Asa ca imi intorc capul spre nord inghit acea pastila
Si ma gandesc in regula
Acel vechi 'eu' mort si plecat
Ce inseamna asta voi in regula
Imi intorc capul spre est nu vad pe nimeni langa mine
Imi intorc capul spre vest, inca nu e nimeni in vedere
Asa ca imi intorc capul spre nord inghit acea pastila
Si ma gandesc in regula
Acel vechi 'eu' mort si plecat
Ce inseamna asta voi in regula
 
[Hook]
Am mers pe drumul asta prea mult
Incercand sa-mi gasesc drumul inapoi spre casa
Dar vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat
Mort si plecat
Am mers pe drumul asta prea mult
Incercand sa-mi gasesc drumul inapoi spre casa
Dar vechiul 'eu' e mort si plecat
Mort si plecat
 
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The 25th of January

According to the shepherd from the last village,
behind the orchards they would see some pine trees;
passing those trees, they’d see a field of olive trees
and, further on, three roads.
They followed the path and there opened a clearing,
and they ordered the men to take a rest.
In the field of olive trees the three kings bid farewell
and they shake hands.
 
Melchior raises his head and sees a mountain
that he should cross before it gets dark;
he wipes off sweat with the collar of his cloak
stained with mud.
He doesn’t even want to think that he’s run-down
and you cannot even imagine how angry he gets when,
drinking water from the river, he only sees a face
of an old man.
With a blow of his horn the king gives the order,
thinking about those who, not long ago,
were kissing his shield and, on their knees,
were laying down the weapons.
 
Seated on a camel, the black king shouts out
that some good soldier should do him a favour,
move his ass and make a quick count
of rations of bread.
Let someone cross the forest and find a boat!
Let someone, before falling asleep with his arm outstretched,
notice how his fingers, little by little, cut through
the water of the sea!
Let someone go to the palace and select a woman,
pick some roses and give her a bouquet!
Balthazar feels desire run through his veins
as if it were blood.
 
Caspar feels, as if nailed to his shoulders,
the eyes of some peasants who are waiting
for a moment of attention, maybe a hand raised,
a royal command.
One of the men sings in the middle of the circle,
in the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard,
an old song that the king hums
with his lips closed.
The eldest peasant turns round and comments,
giving a quick, furtive glance at the sky:
'It’s hard to believe that we did the right thing to live
following a star'.
 

The Mistake and the Passion

For all of our deep wounds,
Our behaviours are to blame.
We feel, but we don't speak.
 
And we keep everything inside,
In this game of our lives.
We are losing our contact.
We drink and stay up all night.
We bear loneliness inside of us.
 
It's full of contrasts,
The human relationships.
You want something else and see something else,
And something different in your mind.
We make permanent mistakes,
Living with the same sufferings.
But the mistake and the passion
Suit us so well.
 
It's full of contrasts,
The human relationships.
You want something else and see something else,
And something different in your mind.
We make permanent mistakes,
Living with the same sufferings.
But the mistake and the passion
Suit us so well.
 
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Snow.

Gold flake
Silver flake
Flake of platinum.
 
Air flake
Wind flake
Flake of emptiness.
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