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Pity me

Pity me
and come again
The evening is endless tonight
bend over and cut my flower of pain
 
Pity me
and come again
I'm alone with sadness and I'm fighting
in pain I'm forming some laughter
 
Pity me...
 
(refrain)
Pity, pity me because
your mistake that you left is big
I've only got you in life
and nothing else
 
Pity me...
 
Pity me
and come again
it's a shame that I'm telling you this,
and yet, you must
right now as the God is watching over us
 
Pity me
and come again
Our life has traps and you will fall
You're a kid and I don't want you to get hurt
 
Pity me...
 
(refrain, bis)
Pity, pity me because
your mistake that you left is big
I've only got you in life
and nothing else
 
Pity me...
 

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The one I love

I know nothing beyond thinking
of boys
They know how to say
beautiful things
 
And when I sing them
My song
They look at me
astonished, surprised
 
They take me in hand
in a trembling hand
and their loving eyes
look tenderly in mine
They are very
curious sometimes
 
When I lean my face sweetly
toward them
They just drown
They lose their language
They are very
shy sometimes
 
But the one I love
is not like that
He doesn't laugh, doesn't speak
The one I love is not like that
 
They act like idiots
when I want to laugh
and fall to my knees
whenever I sigh
They are very
kind to me
 
But the one I love
Is not like that
He doesn't laugh, doesn't speak
The one I love is not like that
 
Because the one I love
doesn't love me
because the one I love
doesn't love me
Because the one I love
doesn't love me
 
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cry

You didn't love the base of any human kind
Flashy loves were never for you
My angel, you asked for trouble
Before kissing my mother's hands
Drinking some milk which belongs to my villege
You sacrificed me, my unfortunate mistake
The sorrow, the destruction which is left by you to me
This mourning which makes me offended and cry...ohhh
 
Cry,do not stop now, you cry
This is passion, it cannot be taken easy
Understand how big mistake you have done
Cry, do not stop now, you cry
I am ashamed of, complained of myself
 
You have made my untouched heart spoilt
 
You didn't love the base of any human kind
Flashy loves were never for you
My angel, you asked for trouble
Before kissing my mother's hands
Drinking some milk which belongs to my villege
You sacrificed me, my unfortunate mistake
The sorrow, the destruction which is left by you to me
This mourning which makes me offended and cry...ohhh
 
Cry,do not stop now, you cry
 

Scales

I have scales on my skin
And a map of gossip told in your ear
My pupils keep yesterday
Vague smiles of beautiful chaos
Firefly goes to sunset
Let's go together to another side
 
It may be that I always leave with mine
That is not discussed here
Make me happy tonight however
Let's start from below, let's start
 
The guy in the Hawaiian shirt
I'm sure it's something
Wears a very spontaneous smile
Stick phrases
 
It presents me with an opportunity
And that's how we found ourselves
Imagine that a while back
We were two soulless
 
Today, I want to act like that spoiled
It may be that I always leave with mine
That is not discussed here
Make me happy tonight however
Let's start from below let's start
 
Please
Do not think there is a word
That you solve what you want from me
And when I say it, it conditions me
 
It may be that I always leave with mine
That is not discussed here
Make me happy tonight however
Let's start from below let's start
 
Let's play what we have left, baby
Let's play what we have left
Because we are going to play what we have left
Let's play...
 
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Ancient houses

I don't like new houses:
their face is indifferent.
The old ones look like widows
remembering and crying.
 
The cracks in their old plaster
seem like the wrinkles of an elderly.
Their greenish window panes
seem to cast a benevolent sad glance!
 
Their doors are hospitable,
for these gates have aged well.
Their walls are familiar
for all the welcoming they did.
 
The keys rust in locks there
for the hearts have no secrets left.
Time dulls the gilding there
but makes the portraits more true.
 
Dear voices sleep within them,
and in the big bed curtains,
a breath of fatherly soul
still ripples the old drapes.
 
I love sooth blackened fireplaces
whence swallows or rain
can be heard in the air
as spring and winter come.
 
I love those stairs that are climbed
on broad and low steps
by feet that know their count so well
for having bent them inder their weight.
 
I love the sagging roof, the attic
and its worm-eaten beams
that brings back under its frame
memories of bygone woods.
 
What I love most is the only beam
crossing the great hall
where the family gathers
that bears the full weight of the home.
 
Unmoving and busy,
it supports like in the past
the wary and cheerful kind
that still trust its wood.
 
It doesn't break under the load,
although its cracked sides
feel their wounds widening
and are all riddled by worms.
 
Drawing from an unknown strength,
pulling its last bits together,
the valiant oak still holds firm
under the rhythm of craddles.
 
Yet the children are growing older.
The beam is already bending.
It will further give way,
some ingrate will put it to the fire.
 
And, after burning it,
the memories of its good deed
will go up in smoke.
It will be utterly gone.
 
Truly dead indeed,
among all kinds of remains
scattered under many names,
for dead things have no offsprings.
 
As worn out maids
pass out in isolation,
things fall and are despised
and meet their ultimate end.
 
This is why, as the rubbles
of old houses are put to the flame,
a dreamer feels souls burning
among the embers' blue flashes.
 
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