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I own a house on Pelister

I own a house on Pelister*,
dear brother-in law,
I own a house on Pelister*,
dear brother-in law,
who isn't scared should come over,
dear brother-in law,
who isn't scared should come over,
dear brother-in law.
 
Nine kids, yarrow,
dear brother-in law,
nine kids, yarrow,
dear brother-in law,
they sleep alone in the hut,
dear brother-in law,
they sleep alone in the hut,
dear brother-in law.
 
When one cries, they all have tears,
dear brother-in law,
when one cries, they all have tears,
dear brother-in law,
when one eats, they all chew,
dear brother-in law,
when one eats, they all chew,
dear brother-in law.
 
I have kids, I have no wife,
dear brother-in law,
I have kids, I have no wife,
so who isn't scared should come over,
dear brother-in law,
who isn't scared should come over,
dear brother-in law.
 

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Cerul e-albastru
apa-i la fel
Iubita mea s-a dus...
Deodată, departe, într-o zi nenorocită
Ea se simte bine
şi-i pare rău pentru mine
Îmi spune 'Iubite, nu te teme'
dar mă simt confuz
iubita mea se duce, se duce...
 
Nu-nseamnă mai nimic pentru mine
Nu-nsemni nimic pentru mine? Stai!
Şi aminteşte-ţi despre
 
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Nu simţi cum simt eu?
zile sălbatice
sau e un vis? e pe bune?
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Stând în mijlocul unui câmp de luptă
iubita mea s-a dus...
Toate rănile
ce puteau fi îngrijite...
Dar iubita mea s-a dus...
Ţi-am cumpărat flori,
Ţi-am uns pâinea
Ţi-am spălat maşina
Nu-ţi aminteşti că ai spus
că m-ai iubi până la sfârşit
şi acum te duci şi te duci...
 
Nu-nseamnă mai nimic pentru mine
Nu-nsemni nimic pentru mine? Stai!
Şi aminteşte-ţi despre
 
zilele sălbatice
Nu simţi cum simt eu?
zile sălbatice
sau e un vis? e pe bune?
Zile sălbatice
 
E prea târziu!
E timpul să te trezeşti
N-are nevoie de flori
doar diamante şi farduri
Aşa că scuze, dar e-n mintea mea
Vorbesc despre
 
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Nu simţi cum simt eu?
zile sălbatice
sau e un vis? e pe bune?
Zile sălbatice
 
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Why?

The snow swirls silently outside my window
What has happened to make you a stranger to me?
Which of us is to blame? Whose fault is it
That the string of our brief love has broken?
Now there is emptiness between us like a wall
 
But why can't I forget you?
Why can't I stop loving you?
 
My laughter has gone, my cry is frozen in the winter sky
Your promises are empty like an echo
We are parting to the sound of a blizzard
Our feelings long ago turned to ice on the river
Now I won't be a handful of snow in your hand anymore
 
But why can't I forget you?
Why can't I stop loving you?
 
I am strong enough, now it is a matter of my pride,
Your letters will be my memories of you,
I'll never ask your friends about you
But why do I rush to the phone when it rings?
And why do I keep writing your name in the snow?
 
But why can't I forget you?
Why can't I stop loving you?
 
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Armenian Spring

They are so flourishing - the apricot fields,
They are so black - the hair of girls.
So many youngsters, in a stream of dreams,
Left their sunny country for other purpose
 
And now, from the far away lands,
Seeking their home in a dreams,
The find their own selves in their hearts,
Wandering in the fuzzy mists
 
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Александр Листенгорт Ալեքսանդր Լիստենգորթ Alexander Listengort אלכסנדר ליסטנגורט
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Black Rain Of Hiroshima

One more second and it's all over.
There's nothing more to believe for us.
Look, how much pain carries with it
The 'Little Boy' filled with uranium.
 
One more moment and already don't care
Who we were and who would we become.
The black rain will wash away like a spot,
All traces of our tears and sorrows.
 
Look, how greedily the fire swallows
Bodies of quite young creatures.
Everywhere is hearing a childish groan
From ruined and charred buildings.
 
Everywhere is hearing a childish cry,
Getting quieter and quieter.
Flying in the sky a steel executioner
Won't give them the opportunity to survive.
 
We need to save ourselves as soon as possible.
Leaving those who is beyond help.
Look, mothers' eyes are full of blood,
From powerlessness to do something.
 
A fire of candles is not fade,
Memories are unbearable.
Squeeze stronger the memory in your palm
And remember the pain of Hiroshima.