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Country, Enclosed

At Exarcheia the cop is once again after
the stray dogs formaldehyde, everyone's clean
 
In the name of the republic of cops and violence
sterilize the strays, the scums of the town square.
 
Greece, of the Greek judges
with no parliament or elections
Greece, of the Greek judges
country, enclosed.
 
Two legged enemies are ruining our junkyard
with those two legged lambs, patriots and nerds
sterilization, euthanasia, authority's racism
five hundred and four, the punishment's number
 
Greece, of the Greek judges
with no parliament or elections
Greece, of the Greek judges
country, enclosed.
 
Greece, of the Greek judges
with no parliament or elections
Greece, of the Greek judges
country, enclosed. .
 

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The Poet's Song

I haven't trudged through mud
I myself have been the mud trudged through
All that I want is to, by the well
Just wash myself, for so long --
Wash myself until I die
Clean water, clean water and sand
The well winch will bend
Like God's warm elbow
 
So I want to throw up blood
And vomit out that snake that's inside me
So that I'd be allowed to go to the meadows
And tend sheep with my sister
To craft reed flutes with my brother
And climb up church towers to ring the bell
And to persuade God
To take me as an angel
 
I haven't had to clean out muck
I myself have been the muck that's been cleaned out
All that I want is for my mother
To sit beside me by the well
Mother, let your hands be a towel
A white towel, white towel, cool linen
I, your son, have fought, mother
My heart is as heavy as lead
 
So I want to throw up blood
And vomit out that snake that's inside me
So that I'd be allowed to go to the meadows
And tend sheep with my sister
To craft reed flutes with my brother
And climb up church towers to ring the bell
And to persuade God
To take me as an angel
 

Eternal

I wandered through life
Prisoner of loneliness
Lost within myself
Loving without love
Wake
It meant only to cry again
I'm dying of adversity
While I'm waiting for the shipwreck
A miracle happened
My love appeared
 
Eternal, magical
Like a dream
Like in a story
She extended her hand like an archangel
And she rescued me
She is one in a million
My eternal love
 
Since then, she is my only motive
My truth
Her body is my refuge
Her kisses are my peace
How to imagine
That my soulmate
Will find me
When I needed the most
Just when in my life
There was no illusion left
My love appeared
 
Eternal, magical
Like a dream
Like in a story
She extended her hand like an archangel
And she rescued me
She is one in a million
My eternal love
 
Until the end of time
When the moon
Doesn't want to appear never again
I promise
Today and forever that will be my love
 
Eternal, magical
Like a dream
Like in a story
She extended her hand like an archangel
And she rescued me
She is one in a million
My eternal love
 
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Bríd Thomáis Mhurchadha / Bríd, daughter of Thomas Murphy

Bríd has a garden, smooth and sweet, on the other side of the stone wall
Apples grow on trees there that are harvested twice a year
The bees have honeyed roses every where I go
and Bríd shakes brown sugar on every food she tastes.
 
Oh Bríd of (many) friends, understand now it’s not play.
I thought I’d tempt you with the nice, quiet/sweet, flattery from my mouth.
Oh my heart gave you love, don’t do the opposite and reject me.
My love for you is so much greater than for all the nicest girls in the world
 
Bríd’s kiss is sweeter than all the waters of Loch (lake) Éirne,
or the finest wheat that is milled with the sweetest bee’s honey.
Her neck is brighter than the swan that rests in the nest.
Your sweet rosy mouth has tempted hundreds of men.
 
I would go to Galway to buy me an apple garden,
and [I would buy] ships on seas to make sport.
On my returning from Sligo with a small help/hint from the wind
ah devil I’d not rest on the way until I’d taste your kiss my love
 
If I’m empty, I swear that would be a big story,
with so many nice women that gave joy to the glory of my mouth.
If it was frosting, and snowing, everywhere under the sky
but with you beside me I wouldn’t feel life’s sorrows.
 
Oh Bríd, Oh, I praise the top with you
with brightnest, with blondness, with loviness, and with peaceful beauty,
your tidy head of hair with it folded into a golden plait
it would give light to anyone without vision [blind].
 
Oh only son of Mary, that put the holly growing through the grass,
aren’t I the true Mary [compares himself to Mary’s sorrows] with my losing my limbs because of love.
If it is in our destiny that we are not to be together
you be a candle and I’ll be a moth.
 
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Let me find a cure for my heart

I'd rather sit at home
to hide my sad life.
I don't wan to be asked about you anymore
and why you no longer are mine.
 
CHORUS
Please, let me find a cure for my heart.
Understand me, I no longer want to be your second choice
yet I want so much to hug you tightly
and at least once more kiss your eyes.
 
I feel bad when I see those
who spend each day together happily.
And I feel even worse when I realize I'm losing
both you and the most beautiful drram.
 
CHORUS
 
I'd rather keep crying in my room
so that neither you nor anyone can see me.
The time will wipe my tears away
and bring a brand new life.
 
CHORUS