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Why?

oh my love, why would you go?
your love is more precious than my soul
why would you sell this love..
for a little price of wounds?
 
why would you treat me harshly?
I don't sleep so I can guard your eyes
why would make me hold on to you..
then forget me at the end of this evening?
 
who said that I am relieved..
if my eyes slept a little?
forgive me, I would be tired
I close them against my will
 

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Softly, Softly

And you used to speak softly, softly,
you used to laugh softly, softly.
And you used to sing softly, softly
only for me.
 
Your voice, I don't hear anymore
and, down here, it's all silence
for me.
 
And you used to sing softly, softly,
you used to laugh softly, softly.
And you used to sing softly, softly
only for me.
 
But now you're nothing
but a thought of love.
I, in the dark, will be crying,
crying.
And will be asking: 'Where are you?'
 
And you used to speak softly, softly,
you used to laugh softly, softly.
And you used to sing softly, softly
only for me.
 
But now you're nothing
but a thought of love.
 
La, la, la, la....
 
But now you're nothing
but a thought of love.
 
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Casablanca

Ea este undeva
O voi găsi
Nu-i niciodată prea târziu
Ca un diamant negru
Pentru lumea întreagă
Ea va fi deosebită
Plec în Punta Cana
Plec în Casablanca
Plec în Barcelona
Plec în...
 
Draga mea dacă ai fi știut
Viața mea este o boemă
Mergi cu mine dacă mă iubești
Trebuie să plec
Îți spun 'La revedere'
Dar fără ca să te fac să suferi
 
Ah ah ah
Vom vedea unde ne va duce viața
Dacă vei fi sau nu regina mea
 
De ce eștii așa de frumoasă ?
De ce mă dezamăgești
Înainte de a-mi arde aripile
Dar spune-mi cum te cheamă
Dar de ce ești așa de frumoasă ?
De ce mă dezamăgești
Înainte de a-mi arde aripile
Măcar spune-mi cum te cheamă
 
Eu nu știu cine ești tu
Dar stelele
M-au adus la tine
Trebuie să-mi pun pânzele
Îmi pare rău
Nu te supăra pe mine
Sunt doar un om
Care niciodată nu se destăinuie nimănui
 
Vom vedea unde ne va duce viața
Dacă vei fi sau nu regina mea
 
Oh frumoasa mea
Nu mă aștepta
Oh frumoasa mea
Tu ai încă o alegere
Oh frumoasa mea
Nu mă aștepta
Oh frumoasa mea
Nu te supăra pe mine
 

Boža The Jack

This is a story that I very much enjoy telling
It's the story of Boža AKA The Jack.
Some sing him praises, others pity him
Yet others say: 'Oh, brother,
He was as rotten as a decayed tooth.'
 
From here all the way to Budapest and to Srem in the south
Stories about him are still told in shady gambling circles
And they say: 'He never played on credit in his life!'
And they all agree that these days
There are none like Boža The Jack
 
He had some land somewhere, that was more-or-less known
Even though he never said a word about it
He was supposed to be a veterinarian, but he was always pigheaded
So he lived off gambling all his life
 
Oh, that man followed cards as if he saw through them
Always cool as spritzer, always dangerously silent
And only when warding off bad luck he'd say a verse
And everybody still remembers the words for warding off bad luck
As said by Boža The Jack
 
It's no use having money, my nephews*
It's no use being eager
Nor gazing sternly nor having sticky fingers
I still cheat a little better
 
Oh, yeah!
 
But the card is a whore, excuse my French
Because I just tell it as I hear it
And if I was lied to, then I'm lying to you now
 
Everybody knows this story, from the devil to the priest
Because many scoundrels were left with nothing
There's a gambler hiding and lurking in every one of us
And waiting for the right moment
 
He once played cards with some Russian emigrant
That was a loan shark as rich as a prince
There was also the post office manager, endearingly called Ljupče
And some smuggler that the whole district was looking for
 
Oh, that was a game, stories are still told
Onlookers in trance, cold sweat breaking
A heap of money on the table, let's not mention the amount
And he drew a queen on eighteen*
Cool as ice, Boža The Jack
 
Have you heard about the time when he played with a certain baron
For four days? That was war!
He had strong cards all the time, so he won a carriage
A black horse, a cigarette case, a walking stick and a watch
 
The baron later complained that the deck was old
That he drank too much, that he was caught up in the excitement
But all the losers moan, that's a well known thing
And everybody loses at least sometimes
But never Boža The Jack
 
It's no use having money, my nephews
It's no use being eager...
 
In gigolo matters, he was no Tarzan
But he was by no means a hare
He had some ladies here and there, but we all know very well
That what counts with women is some fifth ace
 
Love is a game in which bluffing often doesn't work
A heart is harder to get into than the best safe
He had his ladies of diamonds, spades, hearts and clubs
And he remained faithful to them
Until the judgement day, Boža The Jack
 
My dear gentlemen, he disappeared without a trace
Giving the whole story a weird tone
Some horse traders swore that near Sombor they met
Some guy that looked exactly like him
 
Maybe cards took him all the way to Prague or Vienna
Nobody's heard a word about him for a long time
Is he still hanging around on Earth or has he thrown in the towel
And now plays with angels in heaven
Raub, Préférence and Pontoon*
 
It's no use having money, my nephews
It's no use being eager...
 

Last Autumn

Now you asked me again
To return to that old road
Nights hide memories and many thoughts
Everyday I was shouting for you, it was late, I was dreaming of you
Leaves were falling on your way, you were coming at sunset.
 
Flowers of longing in my window
The moon is singing your waltz
 
Everything happened on right time
And I said to myself, it's not easy
To paint a corner from heaven now
When everything remained in the past
 
Flowers of longing in my window
The moon is singing your waltz
 
Look autumn is coming back
With rain and sun
Whatever happened at the very beginning
Today it is blooming again