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Dream

I saw a dream with you
Hot ashes remained in my hand
Is it possible a life with out you?
I gave my life to you
 
I think there is no
I leaved aside when i said for life
I had high faith while imagining us
Do you have no fear losing me
 
Do not say stay to me I cannot but
You broke me a lot I could not stand by myself
I am devastated I could not leave your hands, madly in love
Do not break me that much Am i stranger
 

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Johnny Johnny

The night opens its windows
To the deserted planet.
A crushed cigarette
Floats on the silent waters.
 
And the man hides within himself, without enthusiasm
Counts down (the hours) of his loneliness;
'Rusty bars,
Because of her
My life is lost,
It's drying up'.
 
[Chorus:]
And then Johnny, Johnny holds the void very tight in his arms
When Johnny, Johnny wakes up, he doesn't find her.
And then Johnny, Johnny is disoriented and can't understand...
No Johnny, Johnny: this woman isn't yours anymore!
 
Like a fading echo
Exhausted from so many efforts,
You're still in love with her...
 
The walls impregnated with clues,
Her perfume is disappearing.
Looking for her even in the empty spaces
When alcohol is stalking you...
 
And the man gets drunk on uncertainties,
Behind his pride, he hides his hurt...
'Iron curtain,
How can I do it?
How can I survive
Without her?'.
 
[Chorus:]
And then Johnny, Johnny holds the void very tight in his arms
When Johnny, Johnny wakes up, he doesn't find her.
And then Johnny, Johnny is disoriented and can't understand...
No Johnny, Johnny: this woman isn't yours anymore!
 
Like a fading echo
Exhausted from so many efforts,
You're still in love with her...
 

Steve & John

Steve & John, now with an unsurprising story.
 
A boy watchin' TV, that's John.
Losing himself in the other side of the CRT.
If he spontaneously shakes his body, he'll become rhythm's captive; 1, 2, 3, 4.
Still worth a precocious excitement,
his hair's wax, his mouth is a bubblegum baby's.
His cries for help resemble those of an every night's intracerebral rock.
 
Steve & John get out of boring days.
Rolling recklessly, and inexperiencedly smokin' everyday.
Should they ever snap their numb hands, the hollow me will be dead.
The boy who stopped thrumming with passion: I wanna be like Steve.
 
Old man playin' guitar, that's Steve.
The star who steadily takes people's hearts, where? Who?
His stance is of a nice guy's, he watches over the road and the big stage.
As if the good boy noticed his obsession,
he tries to escape his penniless everyday.
Just by looking, he notices he's dissatisfied, or that his valued room can also no longer make money.
An expensive bill hits him, and after so much pain he still can't forget the sensation he once had in his hands.
With so much training and rusting, his instrument doesn't remember any more knots.
Check my number, so that your overloads play just because your company won't give you anything.
But still, if you want to approach that level, you better keep on movin'.
Dramatic, but romantic, but whatever.
Even so, before their eyes, only now they'll find rock.
 
Steve & John get out of boring days.
Rolling recklessly, and inexperiencedly smokin' everyday.
Should they ever snap their numb hands, the hollow me will be dead.
The boy who stopped thrumming with passion: I wanna be like Steve.
 
Then for how many years has he thrummed?
Now Steve is also going on a trip, this time as my star.
No convenient talk, that daily bill is yet still going after him.
For a brief instant, he played John's Everything.
'Thank you Steve, you are my rock.'
 
Steve & John get out of boring days.
Rolling recklessly, and inexperiencedly smokin' everyday.
Should they ever snap their numb hands, the hollow me will be dead.
The boy who stopped thrumming with passion: I wanna be like Steve.
 

Breakaway

Just a little beat weak
Just a little but broken
They had us feeling like freaks for a while
 
We're solid dreamers
But fragile human beings
We're strong believers
Yet easily deceived
They had us feeling like freaks for a while
 
Tonight, come awake
This is how we breakaway
Stay loud, and keep faith
This is how we breakaway
Tonight, come awake
This is how we breakaway
Stay loud, and keep faith
This is how we breakaway
Tonight
 
Why am I afraid of people?
can't I know what's going on inside them?
what has changed me the most?
the thing's of the past? yes until I rise again
honestly I'm so scared, I know that I'll fly
it's nothing, I know that time is a medicine
Past failures taking chances of the greater worth
Strong players will be winning all the way home
 
We're solid dreamers
But fragile human beings
We're strong believers
Yet easily deceived
They had us feeling insane for a while
 
Tonight, come awake
This is how we breakaway
Stay loud, and keep faith
This is how we breakaway
Tonight, come awake
This is how we breakaway
Stay loud, and keep faith
This is how we breakaway
 
Where did all the confidence go?
will I be this tired all the time?
I have more time to resolve
I will do all this, I will be myself
having no trust in me
half down percentage
Just go and you can get it
 
Tonight, come awake
This is how we breakaway
Stay loud, and keep faith
This is how we breakaway
Tonight we unchain
From the lies of yesterday
Stay loud, and keep faith
This is how we breakaway
Tonight
 
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Love

Now you are leaving. Go.
Aren't your eyes going to stay, they are leaving as well. Let them.
But I cannot live without your eyes, you know that
But God knows we had woken up good today
First openings our eyes were to love, just to that
A bird had perched on your finger, sung at length
A making love had come and never left
There wasn't the poorness of the yesterdays and the days before
Like it never was.
 
But, my heart was beating right there
There, the neglected blue of your eyes, good wordy Istanbuls
There, your flesh was reproducing itself as being touched by the words of planets
That much corrective, that much fulfilling was love
So that, while raining to the Karakoy* bridge
If they let it sky, it would cut itself into two
Because we were two
 
Though, a glass of water was enough to wet your hair
It was up to a slice of bread and one or two olives that our fullness
If I would have kissed you once, the second would be offended
Let say I would have kissed you twice the third would be orphan
At the place that your face ended and your body starts
There were your breasts, then your breasts were patriots
And then kindness and beauty...