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World Is A Calash

I am a Gipsy
and a Armenian
and a Turkish and a Kurdish
I am a blue apple
What would it matter?
 
Human is wolf to homan, what a pity
Under the same sky it is fire scene
Oh my mom, oh my dad
We're died of the bends
We go mad
 
Under the same sky it is fire scene
Oh my mom, oh my dad we're died of the bends
 
This enthusiasms are common
Mountain, rock you can have it all my lord
Is sky enough to your pleasure and desire
 
World is a calash
I am in it as a insane
We burned, died, oh we're tired
We were nonage, we are maturated
We choked on a shallow
 
We choked, choked
We burned, died, oh we're tired
We were nonage, we are maturated
We choked on a shallow
 
World is a calash
I am in it as a insane
We were nonage, we are maturated
We choked on a shallow
 
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Butterflies

Give me for a while
Butterflies in my stomach
May they fly all over
Let them spread out there
They'll mess up my hair
And whisper in my ear
May they fly all over
Butterflies in my stomach
 
In the sign of Octopus,
When it embraced me whole
And by the light of crescent moon
It whispered into my hair
 
Give me for a while
Butterflies in my stomach
May they fly all over
Let them spread out there
They'll mess up my hair
And whisper in my ear
May they fly all over
Butterflies in my stomach
 
They fly out like from a shooting range
And they already know their destination
Hundreds of thousands of silent words
that secretly whisper to you
 
Give me for a while
Butterflies in my stomach
May they fly all over
Let them spread out there
They'll mess up my hair
And whisper in my ear
May they fly all over
Butterflies in my stomach
 
Let them circle around with their wings
Give chills down the spine
And before they fly away
May they spread out
 
Give me for a while
Butterflies in my stomach
May they fly all over
Let them spread out there
They'll mess up my hair
And whisper in my ear
May they fly all over
Butterflies in my stomach
 
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Call Call

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I can't stay around if there's no love,
For the ones that can't find my soul, i can't disturb myself
I thought it'd be breathtaking, after all I'm still alive
If you think that im sad, im pretty well
 
I heard that you couldn't get over me, im in contact with your friends
My heart's busy, can't fall for your love
Call me, call me, again
Beep beep beep beep sorry but im in the other line
 
Call call my heart's busy
I ain't waiting for no one
Call call call again and again, but im in the other line
Call call my heart's busy
I ain't waiting for no one
Call call call again and again, but im in the other line
 
There's only one chance to live, don't need drama
Fate doesn't listens to nobody
There's only one chance to love, lots of abusers, fate doesn't wait for you
The gifts you gave me, they'd think its love
From the vows you turned from, the price won't wait for long
 
I heard that you couldn't get over me, im in contact with your friends
My heart's busy, can't fall for your love
Call me, call me, again
Beep beep beep beep sorry but im in the other line
 
Call call my heart's busy
I ain't waiting for no one
Call call call again and again, but im in the other line
Call call my heart's busy
I ain't waiting for no one
Call call call again and again, but im in the other line
 

Winter's coming

Get ready for a rough ride, honey,
winter will be tough this year.
The days of plenty are over,
we're having misery for dinner.
I have to get snow tires fitted
to my old rusty crate.
With gas getting more expensive by the day
they know they hold us by the balls.
 
I'm stuck in the traffic every morning
together with millions of human beings
fighting over a bit of highway
without thinking too much of where it's headed,
all alone in their cars,
humming FM tunes
all just as aware as I am how tough life is
but you got to keep on playing.
 
A truck accident on the Mercier bridge, it's a bumber to bumper crawl.
Code red on the subway. Jammed solid every day.
A guy gets cut in and honks the horn, shaking his fist
like a caged lion, stuck in the traffic jams.
Come on, law abiding citizens dreaming of beaches and vacation resorts
in the middle of the Canadian winter. Your job is the only cure.
You'd better watch out though, burn out is on the prowl.
You're working, old chum, and your life flashes past under your nose.
 
Money gets the whole planet going.
Looks like it's pretty serious
since in the higher-ups world
losers don't really belong.
They simply chuck
night and day
their rubbish advertising at us.
They are never out of bullshit to sell.
 
In the shopping mall parking lots
the war rages on yet again.
Cars a mile around
and packet shops.
Santa just showed up,
yey we're not even past mid-November.
Sweet Jesus must feel depressed,
the merchants have come back to the temple.
 
Pay later, buy now.
Credit or cash.
Visa, American Express.
I even cash bullshit checks.
I am the junk dealer,
the cheap dreams seller.
American Dream incarnate.
Fun does come cheap,
come on, step into the dance.
Buy a nice car on credit.
No interest for a year.
Put your ass on heated seats.
Your bland lives will be changed
by my neatly packaged illusions.
Now if you're not happy
there is no refund here.
 
I loan my life to an employer
with working days and sweat drops.
To think we're all whoring
to buy some nice cushions
and realize yet another new trinket
doesn't put joy into your heart.
Because happiness can't be bought
in a cardboard box anyway.
And yet in front of my beer glass
my throat is a parched earth.
I'd gladly have a pick-me-up
to wash away my bad weather,
buy as always I don't have a penny in my pocket,
even now that winter is coming.
 
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Where do those childen go

Where do those children go
of the storm and the northwind
that died for freedom
where are they going?
The clouds took them
the seas and shores
the lightnings and fires
where are they going?
Where do the ospreys go
that fought while smiling
you killer, fascist and robber,
where are they going?
They became song and myrtles
incense in the churches
and snow on the mounthills
where are they going?
 
Mother take off your black neckerchief
and the children will return
And if time burned the candle
in our hearts freedom burns
 
Where do those children go
of the storm and the northwind
that died for freedom
where are they going?
They are the longing in the eyes
hope in the poor words
smiles on Virgin Maries
where are they going?
Where do the sons go,
that seeded rightness in the earth
and they couldn't make it come out
where are they going?
It's our wide sea
that will not take while you live
killer, fascist and robber
where are they going?