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Lemon

I saw her than on the street,
asked her:' what are you looking for?'
She asked me, if I have any hashish.
 
And I saw a friend,
She was very afraid,
She said, what about him, those are mafia.
 
You stayed with me,
with me, with me ( yeah yeah)
with me, with me,
with.me ( yeah yeah)
 
Refrain 2x
Fresh smell of lemon,
bright green eyes from a far
lift me up touchless
when we are a team in the smoke.
 
I saw her than on the street,
asked her:' what are you looking for?'
She asked me, if I have any hashish.
 
And I saw a friend,
She was very afraid,
She said, what about him, those are mafia.
 
You stayed with me,
with me, with me ( yeah yeah)
with me, with me,
with.me ( yeah yeah)
 
Refrain 4x
Fresh smell of lemon,
bright green eyes from a far
lift me up touchless
when we are a team in the smoke.
 

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The Hymn to Liberty

Versions: #4
I shall always recognize you
By the dreadful sword you hold,
As the earth, with searching vision,
You survey with spirit bold.
 
From the Greeks of old whose dying
Brought to life and spirit free,
Now with ancient valor rising,
Let us hail you, O Liberty!
 
Go ahead and print my translation! I made it for people to sing, to share! Just make sure you cite me as the source and all, okay?

Who do you think you are?

I can see from a distance who you are
That you come eating the world
You think you like them all
What do you think you are? Who do you think you are?
 
You smile in an insolent way
With a lot of false bohemian
I find you old fashioned
What do you think you are? Who do you think you are?
 
Who do you think you are?
To overran me, giving you those airs,
When you worth so little.
 
Who do you think you are?
Always presuming that I belong to you
You deceive yourself.
 
Who do you think you are?
Poor beginner (novice), to be my lover
If you ignore everything
 
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
 

What is the meaning?

Versions: #3
In the shadows of my mind are there too many dreams
they are endless like the smoke
How can I fight with them? I can't imagine it
Here I am totally alone
 
What is the meaning of my life if I will be alone?
Why I have so many wounds too deep?
Why must my body die so long?
You are the reason for all of this!
 
The picture that I see is black and white
All the colors, they have fled from me!
This is the last straw in my lonely life
It is much too hard to bear!
 
What is the meaning of my life if I will be alone?
Why I have so many wounds too deep?
Why must my body die so long?
You are the reason for all of this!
 
I hear 'This is a thing of my past!
I must now make something of myself'
Yes, it is a thing of the past!
But I can't live without you again!
 
What is the meaning of my life if I will be alone?
Why I have so many wounds too deep?
Why must my body die so long?
You are the reason for all of this!
 

Cântecul luptei

Nimic nu te sufocă mai mult decât
Trecerea evenimentelor zilnice ale omului,
Izolarea e masca de oxigen,
Îți ajuți copiii să inspire ca să supraviețuiască.
 
Dar nu sunt un sclav al unui Dumnezeu
care nu există,
Dar nu sunt un sclav al unei lumi
Căreia nu-i pasă.
 
Și când eram buni,
Tu tocmai ți-ai închis ochii,
Deci când suntem răi,
Îți vom răni mințile.
 
Luptă, luptă, luptă, luptă...
Luptă, luptă, luptă, luptă...
 
Nicicând nu vei crește să devii un mare rockstar,
Victima celebrată a faimei tale,
Îți vor tăia încheieturile precum taloanele ieftine
Și vor spune că moartea a fost de vânzare azi.
 
Și când eram buni,
Tu tocmai ți-ai închis ochii,
Deci când suntem răi,
Îți vom răni mințile.
 
Dar nu sunt un sclav al unui Dumnezeu
care nu există,
Dar nu sunt un sclav al unei lumi
Căreia nu-i pasă.
 
Moartea unuia e o tragedie,
Moartea unuia e o tragedie,
Moartea unuia e o tragedie,
Dar moartea unui milion e doar o statistică.
 
Dar nu sunt un sclav al unui Dumnezeu
care nu există,
Dar nu sunt un sclav al unei lumi
Căreia nu-i pasă.
 
Dar nu sunt un sclav al unui Dumnezeu
care nu există,
Dar nu sunt un sclav al unei lumi
Căreia nu-i pasă.
 
Luptă, luptă, luptă, luptă...
Luptă, luptă, luptă, luptă...