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Ragged echo...

Ragged echo of interrupted singing
Will spread the most air in paradise.
Silence like head that's spinning
the time will discolour at sunrise.
 
In a mindless flame engulfed,
the day is burning, its sparks scatter everywhere
into the souls, mugs and apple orchard,
kind and weak, unusually dear.
 
Anatoli Trojanowski
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Pinhas dalszövegeinek tulajdon és szerzői joga a szerzőket vagy a szám tulajdonosait illeti.



További dalszöveg fordítások

Eksassaute (1) (Jump to it)

I have studied and then I have diplomas
And then take a competitive exam, I’m a man, already more than a child.
I have grown up all the grades of the company
And I have created mine, I finally see my promised land.
I had to have more productivity,
Looking for other business, for my little activity.
I don’t cunt my hours, I roll up my sleeves.
I’m even against the opening of the churches on Sunday.
But victim of dumping, competition made in China,
Here lies (here lies), my small trampoline factory.
Now, I realize, I could have opening the eyes,
Find time and light, like Saint Teresa in Lisieux. (2)
 
Give your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second jump to it!
Your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second EKSASSAUTE!
 
It’s a consultant (girl), who meet a painter
And she slams in his ear, stories of luxury and absinthe.
He had a light complexion and painting only pastels.
She commands to him the highlighter, the déjà-vu, the false sun.
His popularity rise, she charmed the publicists.
And he is here, like a bilingual, who don’t speak of art, but numbers.
The paintbrush rebel, the creation manages,
On Earth, the time stops, on heaven the stars freeze.
Do you know (do you know), the moon influences the tides,
Creating a soul quake, who touch her, who save her.
Now, she realizes, that she could have opening the eyes,
Find time and light, like Saint Teresa in Lisieux.
 
Give your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second jump to it!
Your time, your life, for you, your friends, don’t forget to hold your head high.
Release-you from the dogma, for a second EKSASSAUTE!
 
EKSASSAUTE!
I took the microphone, then a voice, I took the scrubland (3)
And I felt a bit condensed in the Knacki package. (4)
Then, I have dressed a khaki battledress, like Tamouls and Pakis. (5)
And I saw the life of mans, yes whose are the life of mans?
Break… I was in the army, in the sand yacht,
There were beautiful and naked girl,
Fault or not fault, hold the head high,
Live before the woman with scythe.
 
EKSASSAUTE! Eksassaute, eksassaute.
EKSASSAUTE! Eksassaute, eksassaute.
And it... (explodes) (6)
 

Gastritis

If I could have 2.500 euro a month
I would be a more polite man
Because I wouldn't keep my budget under control anymore, no
I'm a somatized temporary worker and I sleep very little
And all I can give you is love
Just a stomachache and gastritis
Just stomachache and gastritis
Just stomachache and gastritis
Eh, eh, eh-eh...
 
Sorry if I'm trembling
I remind you that I love you,
that I felt good with you.
I want to love and hate
Somebody to amaze
Choose to exist
 
Sorry if I'm trembling
I remind you that I love you,
that I felt good with you.
I want a future
Somebody to talk to
Choose to exist
Eh eh eh
Eh eh eh
Eh eh eh-eh...
 
I'd like to be invisible
as much as I want
I could arrange something
I would be a spy within the Viminale [1], yeah
I miss Bettino [2], the 80s and the DC [3]
It's not a pathetic protest but it's a outburst by
who has headache and suffers from gastritis
Just stomachache and gastritis
Just stomachache and gastritis
Eh eh eh-eh...
 
Sorry if I'm trembling
I remind you that I love you,
that I felt good with you.
I want to love and hate
Somebody to amaze
Choose to exist
 
Sorry if I'm trembling
I remind you that I love you,
that I felt good with you.
I want a future
Somebody to talk to
Choose to exist
 
I love everything that's Italian
A fake Christian Democrat country
Which throws the stone and hides the hand [4]
I appreciate Giorgio Napolitano [5]
not the politician but the human being
 
I love everything that's Italian
A fake Christian Democrat country
Which throws the stone and hides the hand
I appreciate Giorgio Napolitano
not the politician but the human being
 
I love everything that's Italian
A fake Christian Democrat country
Which throws the stone and hides the hand
I appreciate Giorgio Napolitano
not the politician but the human being
 
I love everything that's Italian
A fake Christian Democrat country
Which throws the stone and hides the hand
I appreciate Giorgio Napolitano
not the politician but the human being
not the politician but the human being
not the politician but the human being
 
[for the numbers in square brackets, see the section 'Author's comments' below]
 

Love will Go on

Love was born
Like yesterday
You were a child then
Now you've grown up and you're in my heart
The time passed by too fast
The life was too slow before
Now everything's quicker
Even if the life ends quick/lasts not that much
Love will go on
 

My voice will be reborn

Nights of peace is what our people hopes
Nights of love our heart
a people that souffers, warm wound
the child who doesn't silence is born.
 
The won't make me feel the cold of loneliness
neither the punishment of locking me in some place,
my voice will be reborn.
 
Nobody wants to listen, nobody learns to scream
Glory to the being who wakes up and loves in peace
Christmas of doves, I need hope,
I won't hide, I'll go out and sing.
 
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