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Got No Enthusiasm

Hey, ever since you're not here
I've lost sleep
Feeling unwell
 
One more night like that
Could, for me
Be deadly
 
The questions torment me, torment me
And not a dime worth of answers
One word torments me, torments me
I think it's called 'forever'
 
Chorus
A month already
Neither air nor food
I've got no enthusiasm even to breathe
May I be long gone
For I do not inspire you to love
 
I would open up all
the windows in the room
And (jump) right down
 
To make all of them worry
Because some loves
Hurt so much
 
The questions torment me, torment me
And not a dime worth of answers
One word torments me, torments me
I think it's called 'forever'
 
Chorus.
 

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What will the Holy Father say?

Look how they talk to us
about freedom
while they deprive us of it
in reality,
Look how they proclaim
calm
while authority torments us.
 
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
 
Look how they talk to us
about paradise
while bullets rain down to us
like hailstones.
Look at the enthusiasm
at the ruling
knowing that they were killing
innocence.
 
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
 
The one who officiates death
like an executioner
eats his breakfast in peace.
The wheat will look beautiful
across the sown field
watered by your blood,
Julián Grimau.
 
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
 
Under more injustice,
Sir prosecutor,
my soul has more power
to sing.
With this they put the rope around their neck:
the fifth commandment doesn't have a stamp.
 
What will the Holy Father say
who lives in Rome,
because they're cutting his doves' throats?
 

Divine Shiver

Shivering black glasses
We would miss we not to tremble again
The heroes are increasingly afraid
(Shiver, shiver, shiver, shiver)
Shivering yellow glasses
We would miss we not to clean them again
Courage is made of fear only
(Shiver, shiver, shiver, shiver)
 
And come on with your hands, then your head will burn
(Take it, get it, get it)
Tremble for the cold, it will certainly freeze
(Cover it, cover it, cover it)
Ice in the evening will melt your breath
(Heat it, heat it, heat it)
Cut its thoughts and it will drink your water
Then it will freeze
(Shiver, shiver, shiver, shiver)
 
Shivering stone skin
We would miss we not to sculpt it again
Love so hot but it does not last
(Shiver, shiver, shiver, shiver)
Strange, strange hair
We would miss we cut it again
It's the helmet which make me live safer
(Shiver, shiver, shiver, shiver)
 
And come on with your hands, then your head will burn
(Take it, get it, get it)
Tremble for the cold, it will certainly freeze
(Cover it, cover it, cover it)
Ice in the evening will melt your breath
(Heat it, heat it, heat it)
Cut its thoughts and it will drink your water
Then it will freeze
 
And come on with your hands, then your head will burn
(Take it, get it, get it)
Tremble for the cold, it will certainly freeze
(Cover it, cover it, cover it)
Ice in the evening will melt your breath
(Heat it, heat it, heat it)
Cut its thoughts and it will drink your water
Then it will freeze
 
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The last summer

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Summers are colder when you aren't by my side,
When you aren't here,
Nights are longer when I'm crying for you,
I'm crying for your love.
 
What is love?
Who can give me
A love sweeter than yours?
Who can give me such a love?
I can't fly without you.
 
I've kidnapped a summer night for you,
You would've liked even the summer inside me.
You've got lost, you've escaped into the summer,
We'll forget each other, perhaps this is better.
 
I'm looking for happiness
In a drop of love.
You're the only one I love,
You're smiling at me all of a sudden.
I don't know what's waiting for me,
You're the only one I desire.
 
© Vladímir Sosnín