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History of a Poet

With practiced ear he hears
A swish;
In one fell swoop he covers an entire
Sheet;
And then he torments his listeners
All;
Prints his poem, and into the Lethe1
Falls!
 
  • 1. In Greek mythology, one of the rivers in the Underworld, associated with forgetfulness and oblivion.
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Abintra

The children that grew old walk without breaking ranks
covering up their fits of madness and pretending to be sane
 
While looking away from things like deceit and falsehood I just surrender myself as I get shaken
or else...
 
Smash it with that hand stomp on it with that leg
wake up to your fate
and engrave again and again this sign that is absent from this world
If you want to obtain the real you and your future
You would have to accept the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 
How should the hunger in the illusionary streets be filled
Many parched​ mouths are are filled with sand
 
When will we pray, to whom, where to and will it ever reach? No one knows
And yet someday...
 
When a storm rages above the ruined soil
Even if your eyes wither away
search again and again for the sun that sets in the darkness
In order not to be tamed by the fake love
Please don't fear the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 
Smash it with that hand stomp on it with that leg
wake up to your fate
and engrave again and again this sign that is absent from this world
If you want to obtain the real you and your future
You would have to accept the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 
Smash it with that hand stomp on it with that leg
wake up to your fate
and engrave again and again this sign that is absent from this world
If you want to obtain the real you and your future
You would have to accept the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 
When a storm rages above the ruined soil
Even if your eyes wither away
search again and again for the sun that sets in the darkness
In order not to be tamed by the fake love
Please don't fear the coldness, the pain, the farewells and the tears
 

American

Poni :
American how good it suits us
Italian how good it looks on us
Diaspora how good it goes
Ohhh how good it goes
 
Poni:
Oh how fast it walks the Albanian (people)
Faster than a Ferrari
It grabs you like a hurricane
Red and black * it's the gossip
 
Poni x2
Star, star, star all over the world
Albanian
 
*1
2 STEP]
Andale, andale, andale
Tu sabes que me gusta la fiesta
Andale, andale, andale
Un paso adelante morena ay ay
If you want x4
I'm sending you a kiss
Baby you're becoming my obsession.
 
Poni x2:
American how good it suits us
Italian how good it looks on us
Diaspora how good it goes
Ohhh how good it goes.
 
Poni
In toplist there are Albanians
In the whole wide world,everywhere the first
We have American style
Our mode is italian
 
Poni x2
Star, star, star all over the world
Albanian
 
*1
2 STEP]
Andale, andale, andale
Tu sabes que me gusta la fiesta
Andale, andale, andale
Un paso adelante morena ay ay
If you want x4
I'm sending you a kiss
Baby you're becoming my obsession.
 
Poni :
American how good it suits us
Italian how good it looks on us
Diaspora how good it goes
Ohhh how good it goes
 
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Mera Man Loche

My mind longs for the vision of the Guru’s Darshan
It cries out like the thirsty song bird for the nectar of your name.
My thirst is not quenched, and I can not find peace
Until I receive the Darshan the beloved saint.
 
I give myself, and my soul
for your Darshan, my beloved Guru!
Your face is so beautiful, and the sound of your words (shabd) is so filled with inner wisdom.
It has been too long since this rainbird has had even a glimpse of water.
Blessed is the land, where you live, my friend and loved one,
my Divine teacher.
 
I give myself, and my soul, to my beloved, my Divine Guru
An instant away from you, brings darkness
When will I meet You, my beloved Waheguru?
I can’t endure this night, sleep eludes me too
Until I see your home, my beloved Guru!
 
I give myself, and my soul to your true home, my beloved Guru!
 
By good fortune, I met my Saint Guru
and I have found that the immortal creator is within the home my own self
and so I will always serve you and never be separated from you even for an instant.
 
Guru Nanak says- I’m your slave, my beloved Lord.
I give myself and my soul. Servant Nanak lives to serve you.
 
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Snow Drive

I'm heading out now
I wanted to say 'Goodbye'
Crying, crying, crying, I'm not crying!
I became an adult
 
Am I really here?
I can't return to that one dawn
It might've been the first time I had a dream that awful
The beautiful sight of the snow is getting distorted
 
I collected all of my memories together
One after another, I'll put them in the keyboard
It'd be a shame to use the major scale! So I'll go with semitone
The sound I play goes far away, to where you are
 
My memories will surely become something beautiful
But I'll stop here because I want to remember
 
Look, it's a snow drive; the last way home
Crying, crying, crying, I'm not crying!
My tears dried up yesterday
 
I'm sorry. My emotions, this feeling,
I'm not able to communicate any of it
I'll inquire and expose it and tell it in reverse
That's why this song I've made is dedicated to you!
 
My memories will surely become something beautiful, but
Our awkward days and even your weak voice are all dear to me
 
Come, it's a snow drive; the last way home
Crying, crying, crying, I'm not crying!
White and light; this warmth
 
My memories will surely become something beautiful, so
The scattering flowers of spring and the breath of fall won't fade!
 
Look, it's a snow drive; as long as the snowy wind is whipping past
Crying, crying, crying, I'm not crying!
We might be able to laugh in the end
 
If I were able to do it, then I'm not myself
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you
“Thank you”
I spell out with trembling lips