A keresés eredménye

A Love

It will remain a love.
It can never end.
Even if you so wrong me,
I will never be able to forget you.
 
I must tell you, my love.
 
It will remain a love
that cannot continue.
Now you are who you are
and you can never change.
 
It will remain a love that will not die.
 
~~~~~
 
It will remain a love
that cannot continue.
Now you are who you are
and you can never change.
 
It will remain a love that will not die.
 

Hopelessly

Hopelessly will I love you, even if then
I will have to suffer the loss
of all good things, mine or ours—
good things such as you.
 
Stop loving you, no, never—
not even if your love brings me to tears—
in summer, love does not come right away
for those such as us.
 
But you pass by what you know is the truth that I tell you—
and then you awake and understand that life is here for you.
 
Hopelessly will I love you, even if then
I will have to suffer the loss
of all good things, mine or ours—
but I will go on living for you.
 
But you pass by what you know is the truth that I tell you—
and then you awake and understand that life is here for you.
 
Hopelessly will I love you, even if then
I will have to suffer the loss
of all beautiful things, mine or ours—
but I will go on living for you.
 

Archimedes the Pythagorean

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Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, I tell you friends,
knows how to invent the impossible—and then and then,
he always saves our heroes who get into trouble with secret formulas
known only to him.
But he gets distracted and forgets to ask for payment—
and a cent—no, no, he does not have a cent to his name.
 
Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, as we now know,
has the most electronic brain of anyone in the world.
He takes a wheel, four screws, and a bell—
then the pipe from a stove and a balloon pump—
fastening everything together with glue—and then “poof!”—
a huge flying saucer appears.
 
Where does he come from—he arrives with a “eh eh eh di”—
and with a brilliant idea that brings everyone to their feet.
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, I tell you friends,
I really wish he would come with a supersonic ray
on a visit to us here.
Using it over and over again to produce a nifty robot,
one able to move up and down and to perform work—
while we stay here all day and dance.
 
Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
Where does he come from—he arrives with a “eh eh eh di”—
and with a brilliant idea that brings everyone to their feet.
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, I tell you friends,
I really wish he would come with a supersonic ray
on a visit to us here.
Using it over and over again to produce a nifty robot,
one able to move up and down and to perform work—
while we stay here all day and dance.
 
Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
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But Last Night on the Beach

This year, you did not want to fall in love this way, this way—
as you did in some other summer.
This year, you always said you did not want any adventure—
that you did not want to fall in love at all.
 
But last night on the beach, I left with you,
and when I found you in my arms, we went into a dream.
But last night on the beach, surrounded by sand,
you whispered to me that it was your first time—
and the thought made me quiver—
and the sweet music of the sea washed over me.
 
On the beach, there is a boat that witnessed the promises
that we made to one another.
This year, you did not want to fall in love this way, this way—
as you have now done with me.
 
But last night on the beach, I left with you,
and when I found you in my arms, we went into a dream.
But last night on the beach, surrounded by sand,
you whispered to me that it was your first time—
and the thought made me quiver—
and the sweet music of the sea washed over me.
 
La la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la
 
But last night on the beach, I left with you,
and when I found you in my arms, we went into a dream.
 
Aaaahhhh—a dream!
 

Violins

Violins, I want to cry with you tonight—she will never return.
The room seems empty, but I want to keep things just as they always were.
 
Stars, where are you going? Why do not you speak to me anymore?
Stars, stop everything—maybe she will come back to me.
 
Violins, I want to cry with you tonight—play a little louder, louder.
 
I do not want people to understand that I am alone—
or to hear that I am crying out for you.
 
Stars, where are you going? Why do not you speak to me anymore?
Stars, stop everything—maybe she will come back to me.
 
If one day she will come back, I want you to believe
that I am not alone—
and I am happy—
and I am happy—
and I am happy.
 
Violins, I want to cry with you tonight—with you.
 

Concerto for Venice

The world always dies a little at a time—what you love in the end disappears—
and all that remains for us is dirty water and nothing more.
 
I love Venice as if Venice were a woman—maybe more.
And if I have to go away, even just for a little while,
when I think of home, I think of her.
 
The world knows you cannot—cannot abandon everything just like that.
Your palaces and churches—your entire history—where will all that go?
 
Venice is dying, but, if that is so, I could die with her.
Her lights are dimming but her heart—that, that heart is not.
 
But where, where will they go, the lovers,
and what will they dream, the lovers?
 
Venice always dies a little, but her concerto, no,
because otherwise perhaps I would die with her too.
 
I would die with her too.
 

At War with Everyone

As long as you you will not be mine— will not be my girl—
I will go to war—I will fight—for you, for you.
 
If I see you around a million other guys,
I will go to war with everyone—everyone—for you.
 
Do not ever listen to anyone who speaks poorly of me.
No, no, believe none of it—it is just all envy.
 
As long as you you will not be mine— will not be my girl—
I will go to war —I will fight—for you, for you.
 
Do not ever listen to anyone who speaks poorly of me.
No, no, believe none of it—it is just all envy.
 
As long as you you will not be mine— will not be my girl—
I will go to war —I will fight—for you, for you.
 
… at war with you—with you—with you.
 

The Sun of the Night

The sun of the night—I see it when you are here with me.
It is a sun that warms only those who love each other, like me and you.
 
By day, it does not exist when I am with another—and not with you.
It is a sun that smiles in your eyes when you speak about our love.
 
At night I call out to you—I reach for your hand—and I feel only mine.
I keep you close—and I am happy because to be with you is enough.
 
And all of the darkness that can hide our love is not here now.
And I can see above us, in the clear sky, this sun that shines down on us.
 
(The sun of the night—I see it when you are here with me.)
 
... when you are here with me ...
 
(It is a sun that warms only those who love each other, like me and you.)
 
At night I call out to you—I reach for your hand—and I feel only mine.
I keep you close—and I am happy because to be with you is enough.
 
The sun of the night comes forth at midnight—and rises only for us.
But it can warm up my whole life if we just believe in it.
 
The sun of the night comes out at midnight—only for us.
 
(The sun of the night—the sun of the night—only for us.)
 

The Usual Things

If you leave, you take my world away—my happiness.
I beg your pity—to reconsider.
 
If you leave, what am I to do with this life
of which I dedicated every moment to you?
 
You see, you’ll see that one day things will change—
they are the usual things that are always said—
but I cannot say more: I know you're everything.
 
If you leave, you take my world away—my happiness.
I know that I lose my tomorrow if you go.
 
You see, you’ll see that one day things will change—
they are the usual things that are always said—
but I cannot say more: I know you're everything.
 
If you leave, you take my world away—my happiness.
I know that I lose my tomorrow if you go.
 

Skies of Cardboard

Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
and on the skies of cardboard, let her fly.
 
I know that you are friends, and she listens to you—
that is why if you really love her, let her make the mistake.
It is not—it is not wealth that is worth more than love.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
she will go forth to enjoy her freedom—
and on the skies of cardboard, let her fly.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
with her illusions, one day she will fall—
and that the world is different, she will understand.
 
Now she is searching far and wide—who knows for what?
She knows not that she is already close to the thing that matters.
 
She does not know that in her hands, she already has this life of mine.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
she will go forth to enjoy her freedom—
and on the skies of cardboard, let her fly.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
with her illusions, one day she will fall—
and the world is different—
and that the world is different, she will understand.
 
She does not know that in her hands, she already has this life of mine.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
with her illusions, one day she will fall—
and the world is different—
and that the world is different, she will understand—
she will understand—
she will understand.
 

Think Only of Me

Think only of me, think only of me
even if people speak poorly of me.
Believe only in me, believe only in me—
you simply cannot comprehend this strange world.
 
We are so, so envied because we are happy.
People want to trash our love
but you know that I have eyes only for you.
 
Think only of me, believe only in me—
and you will see that our love will never end.
 
Think only of me …
 
We are so, so envied because we are happy.
People want to trash our love
but you know that I have eyes only for you.
 
Think only of me, believe only in me—
and you will see that our love will never end.
 
Think only of me.
 
Think only of me.
 

On the Green Earth

We are (we are, we are, we are) suns (suns, suns, suns) on (on) the green earth.
 
My love (love, love, love), my love (love, love, love), we are (we are) suns (suns).
 
On the green earth, we hold hands, and we sink, and we sink.
 
This meadow is a sea that transports us far away—
if you say 'I love you,' if I say 'I love you.'
 
In the middle of the flowers looking at the golden sun,
we are happy without needing a reason.
Sweet dream that time will someday bring to an end
but our love will live on.
 
On the green earth we hold hands:
grass are we—flowers are we—to the sun of our love.
 
We are (we are, we are, we are) suns (suns, suns, suns) on (on) the green earth.
 
My love (love, love, love), my love (love, love, love), we are (we are) suns (suns).
 

The Ladder

Ha ah ah ah ah—ha ah ah ah ah—ha ah ah ah ah.
 
Yesterday I heard that on the moon
women are as tall as here—and perhaps even taller.
 
(Oh no, even taller—even more than our three meters tall!)
 
In that case, I will fly off in my spaceship
and when I arrive, I will have only one thing to say.
 
(What will you say? What will you say?)
 
Hey baby, let me climb up on a ladder—
until I reach you, and then kiss you many times—
to see how it feels—to kiss a lush mouth like that,
and to gaze into two large eyes like that.
 
Let me climb up— let me try it—soon!
 
Ha ah ah ah ah—ha ah ah ah ah—ha ah ah ah ah.
 
You must know that, on the contrary, the men
are only three feet tall—and nothing more!
 
(Oh no, nothing more—not more than three feet tall!)
 
Ha ha! Better to make something out of this heartbreak
and so I will fly to the moon and say this.
 
(What will you say? What will you say?)
 
Hey baby, let me climb up on a ladder—
until I reach you, and then kiss you many times—
to see how it feels—to kiss a lush mouth like that,
and to gaze into two large eyes like that.
 
Let me climb up— let me try it—soon!
 
Let me climb up (no, no).
But let me climb up (no, no, no).
Let me climb up (no, no, no, no)!
 
Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
 

Where Do You Go When You Sleep?

When the night comes and you sleep next to me,
I cannot follow you into your dreams—I remain far from you.
 
Where do you go when you sleep, where do you go, where do you go?
What do you do when you sleep, what do you do?
I do not want to slip into my dreams because you fall into yours without me.
 
Even if you then speak, you do not agree with me.
I can follow you in this world and walk along with you.
 
Where do you go when you sleep, where do you go, where do you go?
What do you do when you sleep, what do you do?
I do not want to slip into my dreams because you fall into yours without me.
 
Where do you go when you sleep, where do you go, where do you go?
What do you do when you sleep, what do you do?
I do not want to slip into my dreams because you fall into yours without me.
 
Where, where do you go when you sleep?
What, what are you doing?
Where, where do you go when you sleep?
 
Where, where do you go when you sleep?
What, what are you doing?
Where, where do you go when you sleep?
 

There Are Days

There are days when, and moments when,
I cannot even find a dog that—that wants to love me.
On the other hand, I personally hate dogs.
On the other hand, I personally hate dogs.
 
There are days when I would get on a train,
and head for a sunny place to warm me up a little.
On the other hand, I personally hate trains.
On the other hand, I personally hate trains.
 
There are days when I can only think of her,
and I hate the whole world.
There are days when I would consult a priest
because those who love are crucified, those who love are crucified.
 
There are days when—strange moments when
I feel like a master—who commands more than one king.
On the other hand, I personally hate masters.
On the other hand, I personally hate masters.
 
But there are days when I would get down on my knees to beg for the love
that she never gave me.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
 
There are days when I can only think of her,
and I hate the whole world.
There are days when I would consult a priest
because those who love are crucified, those who love are crucified.
 
But there are days when I would get down on my knees to beg for the love
that she never gave me.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
 

When evening comes

When evening comes,
I want you more
because others,
in the evening,
come back home
while the two of us
remain alone
on the deserted beach
that feels like a home
for us.
 
You know that during the day
to say things can be impossible—
all the things that two lovers say.
There are too many people—
there are too many people—
that keep me too far away from you.
 
When evening comes,
I want you more
when all else disappears
in the evening—
then there is only you.
 
When evening comes,
I want you more
when all else disappears
in the evening—
then there is only you—
only you—
only you.
 

I Was Born with You

As soon as I saw you, I fell in love.
As soon as you looked at me, I realized that
the sun was everywhere, the sun dawned on me.
Then the days of my life made sense.
 
I was born with you—on this night with you—
from the moment when you appeared to me.
I was born because you are now part of me—
perhaps, my love, you do not know the good you do me.
 
As soon as I saw you, I fell in love
And now that we kiss, I see that
for me you are the world. The world is perhaps better now
that I live my life because you exist.
 
I was born with you—on this night with you—
from the moment when you appeared to me.
I was born because you are now part of me—
perhaps, my love, you do not know the good you do me.
 
For to me you are the world. The world is perhaps better now
that I live my life because you exist.
 
I was born with you—on this night with you—
from the moment when you appeared to me.
I was born because you are now part of me—
perhaps, my love, you do not know the good you do me.
 
My Love, My Love, My Love …
 

A House Made of Silver

I will live without you in this house
that just yesterday was meant for two.
It was grander—it was made of silver—and today,
you are not there anymore—not there any more—
all the sadness in the world is all that is left.
 
Nothing in the world seemed more important
for me—for you—for our love.
 
And yet I feel something that opens everyday
more and more into a void that you knew how to fill with your smile.
And I will dream—and I will dream—of a house made of silver
that is no longer there …
 
… for you—for me—for our love.
 
And yet I feel something that opens everyday
more and more into a void that you knew how to fill with your smile.
And I will dream—and I will dream—of a house made of silver
that is no longer there—
no longer.
 

You Know

You know
how many things I want
from life, and if I want them—
and if I want them, I can have them—
yes, anything I want—
but I do not have you.
 
You know
I covet wealth,
and power, and if I want them—
and if I want them, I can have them—
yes, anything I want—
all of it just for me.
 
But you know
what I would like most?
Only your love.
And you know
without you all the rest,
no, it does not matter.
And with life so lonely,
it is useless to have it—
it is useless to have it—
because I do not have you.
 
Everything is futile, that is true.
All the rest does not matter—
if I do not have you—
if I do not have you—
you.
 

An Island for Lovers

Offer an island,
offer an island
to young men in love.
And leave them alone
with the wind whispering
their dreams.
 
Even the sea,
even the sea,
would calm its waters.
And the happy sky
would find for them
another moon.
 
Thus the day will fade away
and the night will reign forever—
and the song of a siren will follow them along.
 
So I want an island,
I want an island,
where I can bring my lover.
And stay out of sight
from people who might laugh at us
when we kiss.
 
Thus the day will fade away
and the night will reign forever—
and the song of a siren will follow them along.
 
So I want an island,
I want an island,
where I can bring my lover.
And stay out of sight
from people who might laugh at us
when we kiss.
 

Winter Evening

In the cold sky,
a few stars tremble.
With livid lights,
the city is lit.
 
Winter evening—
far away from you—
a sad bell
sounds for me.
 
Ave Maria,
Ave Maria,
I pray
and pray
again.
 
I know that everyday
a little of your love dies
with the bell
sounding in my heart.
 
Where are you?
No, do not forget me.
If you want, my love, you can return.
 
I beg you, I beg you again.
And I beg once again.
 

My Cellar

Come, Come, Come, Come, Come
 
Do you want to come with me
to spend the hours of the day
out of this world—
out of this world?
 
Do you want to come with me
to live every second
gazing at each other—
gazing at each other?
 
Come, come to my cellar.
The walls are covered
with violins and paintings.
And there is always music,
an imaginary music
for you.
 
Do you want to come with me?
We will stay under the homes,
under all things—
out of this world.
 
Do you want to come with me?
We will stay under the homes,
under all things—
out of this world.
 
Come, Come, Come, Come, Come, Come, Come
 

I Cannot Leave You

No, no, no, no—
I cannot leave you,
I cannot forget you,
you mean everything to me.
 
I cannot leave you,
I cannot forget you,
You mean everything to me.
To me, to me—
I live only for you.
Oh no, I cannot let you part.
 
I dream always of you,
every night, just the same.
I torment myself asking why, why, and why—
why you do not answer yes.
Oh no, if you leave me I will die!
 
You have bewitched me to the point
that I no longer know—I no longer can make sense of it.
You've been so good
at deluding me again—
and at making me still hope,
and at telling me 'my treasure, you're the only one for me.'
But not now…
 
I cannot leave you,
I cannot forget you,
You mean everything to me.
To me, to me—
I live only for you.
Oh no, I cannot let you part.
 
I dream always of you,
every night, just the same.
I torment myself asking why, why, and why—
and you do not answer yes.
Oh no, if you leave me I will die!
 
You have bewitched me to the point
that I no longer know—I no longer can make sense of it.
You've been so good
at deluding me again—
and at making me still hope,
and at telling me 'my treasure, you're the only one for me.'
But not now…
 
I cannot leave you,
I cannot forget you,
You mean everything to me.
To me, to me—
I live only for you.
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no, no, no—
no, no, no, no, no, no—
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I cannot leave you!
 

The Ripe Pear

This is the story of a girl
who passes me by and only looks at my friends.
It is as if I do not exist for her—
but I am convinced that she is just pretending—
and, in the end, she will fall
like a ripe pear ...
 
But look a bit at this strange girl.
She looks at all of my friends—
but she does not even see that I exist.
And she even pretends not to see me.
But she does not know, she does not know, she does not know,
she does not know that—oh, she makes me suffer!
 
I am convinced that she is just pretending—
she does it on purpose just to make me wait.
But now I sneak a look at Luisa—
And then I can see just what she is up to.
Yes look a bit, look a bit,
look a bit, look a bit—
Ah, I make her suffer!
 
Guys do not look as good when seen among friends—
that is now clear to me.
But I also believe that the system works—
because now she wants to kiss me!
 
But look a bit and it is not so very strange—
she just wanted to play chic.
No, she did not want to seem mature
like a pear ready to fall down from the tree.
But now I know, now I know, now I know
Now I know that—oh, she wants love!
 
Guys do not look as good when seen among friends—
that is now clear to me.
But I also believe that the system works—
because now she wants to kiss me!
 
But look a bit and it is not so very strange—
she just wanted to play chic.
No, she did not want to seem mature
like a pear ready to fall down from the tree.
But now I know, now I know, now I know
Now I know that—oh, she wants love!
 
But now I know, now I know, now I know
Now I know that—oh, she wants love!
 

I Cannot Bear to Live Without You

Versions: #2
Here we are alone again,
just as every other evening.
But you are sad this time,
and I think I know
why.
Perhaps you wish to say to me
that you are no longer happy,
that I have changed,
and that you want to leave.
 
I cannot bear to live
even an hour without you.
How can I last a lifetime
without you?
You’re mine!
You’re mine!
And you know nothing can ever
separate us someday.
 
Come here, listen to me!
I love you deeply!
I implore you, stop--
stay together with me!
 
I cannot bear to live
even an hour without you.
How can I last a lifetime
without you?
You’re mine!
You’re mine!
 
I cannot bear to live
even an hour without you.
How can I last a lifetime
without you?
You’re mine!
You’re mine!
You’re mine!
 

A Home on Top of the World

My love, do not cry for me.
If this world does not smile on me,
I thank God for having already given me you, given me you.
 
You will see that one day all will change.
The morning will come when I wake you up,
and we will go to my home--you and me, you and me.
 
Our home on top of the world--
and when you come along, light will follow,
and the sky will follow along with us.
 
Our home on top of the world--
the earth will turn, far more than ever before,
and you will leave it behind with me.
 
My love, do not cry anymore,
lovers can never be poor.
My love, trust in me, trust in me.
 
Our home on top of the world--
and when you come along, light will follow,
and the sky will follow along with us.
 
With us, with us, with us.
 

The Ultimate Romantic

Versions: #2
The ultimate:
I am the ultimate romantic—
the one who can
bring you flowers,
and know what you feel,
just from the look on your face,
or the tremor of your hand--
to know if you love me ...
 
The ultimate:
The ultimate romantic in the world
who can be moved
upon seeing two doves
making love on a piazza.
They ignore the people
who almost trample them
in haste while rushing by.
 
Why …
a rose is a rose
no matter where in the world
 
I must change
Why …
if the sea and the sky, the sun and the wind,
they never change--
Why …
 
If love has been love
since the beginning of time
must I change …
 
Why …
there are already so many things
that change--
but love does not ...
 
The ultimate:
The ultimate romantic in the world
who can be moved
upon seeing two lovers
kissing in the piazza.
They ignore other people--
just as we are doing now--
just as the two of us are doing now.