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Bridges

The night is dark and infinite
The night is cold and rainy
Someone's happiness stopped near the opening bridge.
 
Those bridges go up as barricades on the way of love
Why do you separate the hearts in need of bridges?
However, the dawn will shine soon
The cloudy night will fade
Keep the fire of hope near the opening bridge.
 
The daydream of your fortune will hug you
There is always a disaster on its way
And people often leave the bridge and go back hopelessly.
 
Those bridges go up as barricades on the way of love
Why do you separate the hearts in need of bridges?
However, the dawn will shine soon
The cloudy night will fade
Keep the fire of hope near the opening bridge.
 

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Boombayah

BLACKPINK in your area
BLACKPINK in your area
Been a bad girl, I know I am
And I’m so hot, I need a fan
I don’t want a boy, I need a man
 
Click-clack
Badda bing badda boom
When I kick open the door, they all look at me
Even if I don’t try that hard
All guys get nosebleeds, pangpangpang
pangpang parapara pangpangpang
A toast for me right now, clink, clink, clink
Hands up, in my hands there’s a
Bottle full o’ henny
The girl you’ve always heard about, that’s me, Jennie
 
The dancing light wraps around me
Black to the pink
Wherever I am, I’m special, oh yes
Don’t care if you look or not, I wanna dance
Like ttaradaradanttan
ttaradaradanttan ttudurubbau
 
I like it, I like this atmosphere
I like it, I like you right now
I’m falling for you tonight
I wanna dance with you
 
BOOMBAYAH
YAH YAH YAH BOOMBAYAH
YAH YAH YAH BOOMBAYAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH
BOOM BOOM BA BOOM
BOOM BA oppa
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH oppa
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH BOOM BOOM BA
BOOMBAYAH
 
BLACKPINK in your area
 
Have to run now, what else would I do
I’m immature, I have no fear, man
Middle finger up, F U pay me
90s baby, I pump up the jam
Run, run, oppa LAMBO
Today, you and I are gambling with youth
Don’t you dare stop me, even if someone tries
I’m gonna go brrrr RAMBO
 
Your hands wrap around my waist
Front to my back
My body is special oh yes
Your eyes say I know you wanna touch
Like touch touch touch
Touch ttudurubbau
 
I like it, I like this atmosphere
I like it, I like you right now
This night is awesome
I wanna dance with you
 
BOOMBAYAH
YAH YAH YAH BOOMBAYAH
YAH YAH YAH BOOMBAYAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH
BOOM BOOM BA
BOOM BOOM BA oppa
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH oppa
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH YAH YAH YAH
YAH YAH BOOM BOOM BA
BOOMBAYAH
 
Let’s not be sober today
We’re going higher than the sky
I wanna go fast, without knowing the end
Let’s go, let’s go
 
Let’s not be sober today
We’re going higher than the sky
I wanna go fast, without knowing the end
Let’s go, let’s go
 

It Was...

For a few weeks now
I've already felt like another woman
That everything was going to pot
Now, now, now
 
There I am, next to you
Lover, I'm all yours
And it almost feels like a century
When making love
 
It was kissing at the cinema
It was my Sunday
It was finding a hidden corner
It was, it was
 
It was blushing in public (Love)
It was speaking in code (About love)
It was going back home before the evening
It was
 
The stories that I made up for my folks
The friends I never even knew
The letters hidden in the laundry
It was now, now
 
Now I'm facing the world
When a love is mine, mine
And it almost feels like a century
When making love
 
It was kissing at the cinema
It was my Sunday
It was finding a hidden corner
It was, it was
 
It was blushing in public (Love)
It was speaking in code (About love)
It was going back home before the evening
It was, It was
 
Na na nanana nana… (Love)
Na na nanana nana… (About love)
It was going back home before the evening
It was, It was
 
Na na nanana nana…
Na na nanana nana…
Na nana nana na…
It was, it was, it was
 

Kozlovsky

[Intro]
I'm writing this track right above the jewellery shop
Just so you know, fag
Right above the jewellery
Them making gold down there
 
[Chorus]
I'm like Danya Kozlovsky them bitches want a photo (want a photo)
And if the bumper's good you'll find me under the hood (right inside of her)
10000 roubles for 5 grams, I'm buying in bulk (only buds)
She's going to the dick like she's going to work (every day)
I'm like Danya Kozlovsky them bitches want a photo (want a photo)
And if the bumper's good you'll find me under the hood (right inside of her)
10000 roubles for 5 grams, I'm buying in bulk (only buds)
She's going to the dick like she's going to work (every day)
 
[Verse]
She's been making dirt, I'm yawning in the armchair
I swear she's like a hardcore wrestler under the covers
She's so fine under MDMA because I'm so famous
Take me to your place while your dad is out of town
I'm a fine bachelor yet that's mine to fuck with
The rating goes up to the stars while I'm smoking thrill
My whole life is fucking Dukhless, bitches moaning on the flute
Although I'm skinny as fuck and dressed like a skater
Like Danya, I smell like Dior
Bitches been swearing they love me in the club
Ralph Lauren from head to toe
She's sucking my dick on Garden Ring
While I'm downloading Hotline Miami via torrent
They been flexing their clothes, what a fucking shame
Face like Bershka, mind for a monastery
Bitches see me, bring them ammonia
I'm their God, just as Danya, and who the fuck are you here?
 
[Chorus]
I'm like Danya Kozlovsky them bitches want a photo (want a photo)
And if the bumper's good you'll find me under the hood (right inside of her)
10000 roubles for 5 grams, I'm buying in bulk (only buds)
She's going to the dick like she's going to work (every day)
I'm like Danya Kozlovsky them bitches want a photo (want a photo)
And if the bumper's good you'll find me under the hood (right inside of her)
10000 roubles for 5 grams, I'm buying in bulk (only buds)
She's going to the dick like she's going to work (every day)
 

The One-Note Song

Living an existence of exertion
tailing the chimera of a composite melody,
extolled by exquisite exceptionalities.
And then you eventually find out
you were but missing that one note,
that one beautiful note.
 
How silly not to have come up before
with the one-note song!
A little-known song
that you make with one note,
and that note is this.
 
It's the one-note song:
you can change the rhythm;
you can change the tempo;
you can change the ambiance;
you can change the chords;
you can play it as major, minor, augmented, diminished.
You can change the singer;
you can change the subject;
you can sing it on your own,
you can sing it together with the choir.
You can have the orchestra play it
while you take a little break.
You can change the language:
per esempio la puoi cantare in italiano,
auf Deutsch, en français, en español,
in Chinese: 'wang, twong, threeng...'
 
You can do so many things
without changing the note!
You can change the octave,
you can sing an octave down.
You can pretend... that it... is over.
But if you're not even good enough
to sing the one-note song,
we suggest you relinquish your singing dreams.
If you're a virtuoso singer,
beware,
for here, if you sing like 'aeahah',
you're out.
 
The one-note song,
which does not make compromises,
and if it does, the compromise is tiny,
like: this.
The one-note song
has had its own forefathers:
above all, Rossini, and Bob Dylan, Tintarella di Luna.
It's even easy to whistle,
democratic, opposed by dictatorships.
Have you noticed? The Cuban anthem is full of notes!
Then there's the one-note samba,
but if you listen carefully, it changes after a while.
 
Jobim didn't have enough balls to carry out a goal;
he didn't believe it to the end.
But we... did.