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It's not just about winning

I already run thousand metres
There you just stand around so stupid
 
I'm not a Genius in Running
And you are really
stupid
 
I eat more Chili
Dogs
As everyone who I
know
 
For that you have
pursued
the last trend in
style
 
Hey we should fight against Robotnik and not against each other
 
We make each other crazy with that
We do not remember much
It's not just about
winning
The stake is the game
When we are there for each other
Then nobody comes against us
Because we are an unbeatable team
 
It's not just about
winning
The stake is the game
 
Yiiihu!
 
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Free Love

Calm down, listen to music
Seat down, breath deeply
You're tired of all these promises
You'd rather like tenderness
 
(A few things)
Tell her you love her
(A few things)
So she'll trust you
(A few things)
So she'll love you too
A few things
Is sometimes enough
 
Free love
It costs nothing
Free love
Not to my life
 
You run into her then she's the only one you see
It's too beautiful, you're afraid that it cease
Her blue eyes chase and haunt you
But you're happy and living in expectation
 
(A few things)
Tell her you love her
(A few things)
So she'll trust you
(A few things)
So she'll love you too
A few things
Is sometimes enough
 
Free love
It costs nothing
Free love
Not to my life
 
Nothing's sure, all roads lead to Rome
Look at the ad, we'll send you an apple
At his own game one is beaten
It's not over 'till it's over, you should have understood
 
(A few things)
Tell her you love her
(A few things)
So she'll trust you
(A few things)
So she'll love you too
A few things
Is sometimes enough
 
Free love
It costs nothing
Free love
Not to my life
 
Free love
It costs nothing
Free love
Not to my life
 
Free love
It costs nothing
Free love
Not to my life
 
Free love
It costs nothing
Free love
Not to my life
 
Free love
It costs nothing
Free love
Not to my life
 
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I Hate to Love You

I hate to love you
I hate to love you
 
I'm lying awake
I wouldn't care to close my eyes
Since the good dreams
Are actually the worst
Even if you hurt me
Worse than anyone ever did
Just one text could
Make me go with you
 
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
I'm trying to stop it
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
Only even for a hundred times
 
I'll let you
Break my heart
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
 
You call me
And you want to explain all of this to me
You say the others
Didn't mean anything at all to you
Even if I still don't
Believe a word you say
How the hell did I
End up lying beside you again?
 
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
I'm trying to stop it
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
Only even for a hundred times
 
I'll let you
Break my heart
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
 
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
 
At night you hold me close
You tell me all I want to hear
And with you I'm so
Blind that it's easy for me to believe
We'll stay together this time around
 
But then you'll avoid touch
And you'll be quiet one morning
I'll know what you think
I've heard it all before
You don't need to say it out loud
I'll just save your time and go
 
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
I'm trying to stop it
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
Only even for a hundred times
 
I'll let you
Break my heart
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
 
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
I hate to love you
 

Nu-mi arăt recunoștința

Pentru trandafirul înflorind în caniculă, nu-mi arăt recunoștința,
Nu cunosc arabă sau farsi, nu-mi arăt recunoștința pentru acestea,
Il urmez pe Cel Milostiv pe Calea cea Dreaptă,
pentru felul in care satan predică, nu-mi arăt recunoștința.
 
Simt o tristețe stranie, fiecare-și urmează plăcerile/stomacul,
ce am găsit astăzi, mănânc, pentru mâine, drepturile mele depind de Preasfântul
Nu am nicio lăcomie pentru bunăstarea acestei lumi,
Cel care imi dă pâinea este etern, nu-mi arăt recunoștința către ființa omenească.
 
Oh, încântător, sufletul ti-e minunat cât timp esti un oaspete,
cât timp mă rog pentru mijlocirea Profetului,
Fii cel ce dă pâinea tuturor, cât timp esti cel ce ascunde greșelile altora,
Regele lumii, califul, pentru el nu-mi arăt recunoștința.
 
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If you're a dick

They were just now born, gazing at the world with their tiny noses,
and they're already about to say that all the old people are dicks.
When they become old steak-chewers full of gripes,
they say that youngsters are all such dicks.
 
Since I am in the middle ground,
I'll tell them with this song:
time is not that important,
if you're a dick you're a dick.
Years make no difference,
if you're a dick you're a dick.
Cut it out with this quarrel,
you pricks from the past and the present,
old dicks from wartime,
and dicks who're still lads,
you little prats from the new era,
and all you grumbling old farts.
 
There's young dicks, younger dicks and not so young,
who go and tell their dad or their grandpa 'you're dicks'.
There's senile dicks sitting on benches with sticks,
always complaining that all the young people are dicks.
 
Since I am in the middle ground,
I'll tell them with this song:
time is not that important,
if you're a dick you're a dick.
Years make no difference,
if you're a dick you're a dick.
Cut it out with this quarrel,
you pricks from the past and the present,
old dicks from wartime,
and dicks who're still lads,
you little prats from the new era,
and all you grumbling old farts.