A keresés eredménye

Why

Why, why
My heart feels miserable
Why, why
My heart feels tortured
 
No way, no way
In my heart, I'm not sure
But, but
Everything happened this way
 
(CHORUS)
You left me
Made my heart uncertain
You lied to me
Your past promises are false
 
(CHORUS)
 
Why, why
My heart feels miserable
Why, why
My heart feels tortured
 

Get Up, Don’t Waste the Day

Finally, the dawn has replaced the night,
The air is fresh like after a storm.
So why do you hide your face under the blanket?
This day won’t be repeated!
 
Unplayed games await you,
Unfulfilled dreams await you,
Uncaptured winds await you,
Each of them shouting in your direction:
 
Get up, don’t waste the day!
Get up, don’t waste the day!
Get up, don’t waste the day!
Get up, don’t waste the day!
 
Why do you hide in the mist
And run on an overgrown path?
Why do you pull a train of memories
And recall what has gone?
 
Unplayed games await you,
Unfulfilled dreams await you,
Uncaptured winds await you,
Each of them shouting in your direction:
 
Get up, don’t waste the day!
Get up, don’t waste the day!
Get up, don’t waste the day!
Get up, don’t waste the day!
 
Get up, don’t waste the day!
Get up, don’t waste the day!
Get up, don’t waste the day!
Get up, don’t waste the day!
 

And if in addition there's no one

Versions: #2
Abderrahmane, Martin, David
And if heaven was empty
So many processions, so many tilted heads
So many hoods, so much fear desired
So many demagogues, Temples, Synagogues
So many hurried hands, eager prayers
 
So many Angelus
Ding
That resonates
And if in addition
Ding
There's no one
 
Abderrahmane, Martin, David
And if heaven was empty
There are so many torpors
Analgesic musics
So many painkillers in these pretty canticles
There are so many questions and so many mysteries
So many compassions and so many revolvers
 
So many Angelus
Ding
That resonates
And if in addition
Ding
There's no one
 
Baruch Hashem, Inch Allah
Are Krishna, Hallelujah
 
Abderrahmane, Martin, David
And if heaven was empty
If all these tracer bullets
All these handguns
All these ignorant women
These orphaned children
If these lives that capsize
Those wet eyes
It was just the pleasure
To take out
 
And the Angelus
Ding
That resonates
And if in addition
Ding
There's no one
 
And the Angelus
Ding
That resonates
And if in addition
Ding
There's no one
And the Angelus
 

Closer to the Stars

They left their land,
their flower fields and sacred books.
They crossed rice paddies
to reach the great salty river.
Without a word, without a cry
their honey faces turned inscrutable,
their eyes drenched by rain,
their hands reaching for the sky.
 
Somewhat closer to the stars
in the garden of light and silver
to forget the blazing shores.
A little closer to the stars,
sheltered from the wrath of the wind,
barely more free than before.
 
Their backs against stone walls
they set fire to their paper dragons
and shut their eyes
over steel tracks,
while they hoped to grow old
watching their children grow up
in the shadow of the smiles
of white marble Buddhas
 
Somewhat closer to the stars
in the garden of light and silver
to forget the blazing shores.
A little closer to the stars,
sheltered from the wrath of the wind,
barely more free than before.
 
They speak in half-words
halfway between life and death
and in their half-closed eyes
some sun is still shining.
An island of light.
A kite settled on the sea.
A wind of freedom,
too far, too far to carry them away.
 
Somewhat closer to the stars
in the garden of light and silver
to forget the blazing shores.
A little closer to the stars,
sheltered from the wrath of the wind,
barely more free than before.
 

A legszebb fenék a világon

Neki volt a világon a legszebb feneke,
egy punci, ami még az eget is zavarba hozta
Egy szõke, édes kéjbarlang
És a kis méz ízū mellek
 
Emelkedett napsütéses akcentusával
A csapószékrõl beszélt hozzám
Csodás hangjának visszhangja
Kicsalt a metróból
 
Azon fáradozom, hogy belemenjen abba,
Hogy megigyunk egy kávét
A 7-es vonal szívében
Azt mondta, 'mennem kell dolgozni'
 
Én azt mondom neki, 'gyerünk édes,
add meg a telefonszámodat,
sose huználak csõbe,
olyasvalakinek tūnsz aki széppé varázsolná az életem'
 
Miután leszállt és egyedül találtam magam a metrón,
Visszagondoltam a kiváló fenekére.
Domború és ritka, mint az indigókék
Úgy lendül, ahogy a csípõje ring
 
Neki volt a világon a legszebb feneke
És szivárvánnyal teli mosolya
Egy szõke, édes kéjbarlang
És én bizony megszereztem a telefonszámát
 
Három nappal késöbb Paname-tól nem messze
Egy flancos étteremben
A gyönyörū babám, miss elegáns asszonyság
Egzotikus csókokkal árasztott el
 
Feljött hozzám,
Hogy megigyunk még egy utolsó pohárral
A karjaimba bújt
És csak bámult rám a zöld szemeivel
 
Mikor megkérdezte,hogy mit gondolok róla,
Meglepõdve néztem rá
És azt mondtam neki 'Picsába, ha tudnád mennyire szép vagy,
A feneked az maga a geometria
 
De most hagyjuk a szabályos formákat,
Hisz érzelmeket akarsz,
Úgyhogy most megmutatom neked
Hogy tudnak szeretni a fiúk'
 
Szeretkeztünk össze-vissza
Teste fényárban úszott
Mozdulatai teljesen felvillanyoztak
A szívem bizony rá szavazott
 
Neki volt a világon a legszebb feneke
És a szívem a kezei közt volt
Teljesen a puncija függõjévé váltam
Még akár 24 kölyköt is csináltam volna vele
 
Neki volt a világon a legszebb feneke
És gyengédséggel teli szemei
Egy szõke hajkorona
Õ volt az, akivel a legjobban éreztem magam
 
Egészen addig a napig, míg a dolgok rosszra nem fordultak
Azt mondta, már nem szeret
A szavai számomra végzetesek voltak
Nem is értem hogy éltem túl
 
Neki volt a világon a legszebb feneke
És a szívem most darabokban hever
És minden este a szemeim könnyben úsznak
Egy átszállás miatt
 

The Cell Phone (Don't Call Me Anymore)

Virginia you know
I enjoyed the other night
In Penhoët's street
When we kissed
The two of us were great
But now you know
That's enough!
 
Virginia, I didn't tell you
But I must explain to you
That I'm a lonely boy
Love relationships
You know what?
It's making me depressed
Well yeah!
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
In Mulhouse in Quimper
In the street under a lamp post
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
At the top of the dunes
In Perpignan in Saint-Macaire
 
You look surprised
And it surprises me
Because it seemed to me
That I had explained to you
That my lifestyle
Did not match
To your lifestyle
 
Since all this time
Now I receive
Incessant phone calls
From you
It makes me nervous
I ask you from now on
To send me only emails
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
In Mulhouse in Quimper
In the street under a lamp post
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
At the top of the dunes
In Perpignan in Saint-Macaire
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
In Mulhouse in Quimper
In the street under a lamp post
 
Don't call me anymore
Imagine I'm in the desert
Without cell phone
At the top of the dunes
In Perpignan in Saint-Macaire
 

MIRROR

Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Break the cis-tem, cis-tem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Break the cis-tem, cis-tem
 
Hey, I have the right to be how I wanna be
Fuck what you think, man or woman
My body remains mine
This body remains mine
And I will stay if I want to
I no longer want to succumb to your binary state
Your norm is neither normal nor revolutionary
Your pattern is too flawed
Listen to what I say
I knock it down just by thinking the opposite
And idea changes the scenery, the pronoun, the vocabulary
To mute your transphobia
An odyssey towards the extraordinary
To change the name, leave the closet, get absurdly in sync with the universe
A perverse world, I restart
To echo our voice
The best I ask, everything I can
If we can break barriers, it's the ones we have inside of us
 
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Break the cis-tem, cis-tem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Break the cis-tem, cis-tem
 
Objectified to the eyes of who pretends not to see me
Even though I'm immense, they try to diminish my path
Being who we are is not the problem, it's the solution
Marginalized bodies loving each other is revolution
Like Bibi Abigail, fat and heavy
I fly because I'm cured, my self-esteem gave me wings
I heard Ari speak, got that place of speech isn't just silence
It's what I do when there's no one to look
Let it overflow while Marcela rhymes and halts the system (bang bang)
And the gays in the street, and it's Pankapauli in the head
I sit to listen to the exchange of knowledges
While I comprehend my duties, ok?
Affection affects that normative logic
Whose affection and perspective was denied
Y'all don't get it and probably don't care
Having empathy is the minimum
Why do y'all complicate it?
Huh?
 
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Break the cis-tem, cis-tem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Break the cis-tem, cis-tem
 
They gave me a pathology, a false ideology
I want to walk in daylight with my head held high
Do we have time to heal wounds?
Do we have time?
The darkness of cisgenderness
Can't stand the reality of these bodies transcending
And doesn't notice the necessity or historical reparations
Our voice that doesn't keep quiet, invades you, to speak the truth
And our speech shakes you
It exists, persists, resists, adversity
That's not modernity
What irritates you is to see transcendence breaking patterns
And the statistics will no longer be lamentations
We will no longer be your occurrences
I no longer accept your false coherence
 
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Break the cis-tem, cis-tem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Deconstruct the gender
Break the cistem
Break the cis-tem, cis-tem
 

The Old-Time Singer

Oh, old-time singer, your song is so simple!
A song coming from his heart that's heard everywhere
Oh, old-time singer, your song is so simple!
His mouth though wasn't around and oddly has many fans
 
(REF)
Oh who is he? Oh I don't know
Oh who is he? Oh I don't know
Oh who is he? Oh I don't know
Oh who is he? Oh I don't know
 

I Return

Are you still having me?
I surely miss, I surely miss
I shall definitely return
Just be patient, you must wait
It's only you that I want
Only I am your lover
Worry not in your heart
As I always pray
 
Listen to my cries
The cries of longing in my life
My regards are still yours
My love, my love
 
Are you still having me?
I surely miss, I surely miss
I shall definitely return
Just be patient, you must wait
 

Sea Breeze

The sea breeze
Blowing by the beach
It caresses those waving palm leaves
Ole sio!
The sea breeze
 
You drive away
Those fishing boats
Swiftly to sail away
To go fishing
Ole sio!
The sea breeze
 
I really want
To go fishing
Along with you
Oh.. a fisherman!...
 
The wide ocean
Turns blue
Those fishermen are friends
Always with the wind
Ole sio!
The sea breeze
 

If You Would Come Back

It's too beautiful to forget
It's too sad to remember
After I've walked so far
And I never left
 
How sad my heart feels
As I reminisce about your love and affection
It's as sincere as your message
For me
You must wait
 
If you would
Come back again
What answer
Shall I give?
Is there a way you can meet
For us to come back again?
 
The full moon shines bright
As beautiful and sincere as her love
It will shine bright until later
As I end this song
 

December

There's nothing as beautiful as the past
Since the first time I've met you
Yet there's no love felt between each other
And a desire to live together
 
(REF)
It's the most beautiful time for making love
Although it's all filled with suffering
It's the most beautiful time for making love
Although it's all filled with suffering
 
(REF)
 
There's nothing as beautiful as my love story
At the end of the year in December
What a wonderful time in my life
That surely I will not forget
 
(REF)
 

Bachelor (Single Person)

This is the fate of being a single person
Everywhere he stays for as long as he likes
Where no one ever forbids
 
A happy heart despite having no money
A happy heart despite having no money
 
What's so difficult about being a single person?
Who enjoys singing every day
Never having a grieving heart
 

Suffering

If I remember
How I am always miserable
In my entire life
That's filled with suffering
 
Even though it's just time
It will surely pass on
Like a wind
Blowing by my side
Oh... oh
Now all
I understand
Is that everything in this world
Won't last forever
Ah... ah... ah
 
Now all
I understand
Is that everything in this world
Won't last forever
Ah... ah... ah
 

Mars Star

I see the Mars star high above the sky
A star shining bright not far from Earth
 
Maybe there are inhabitants living there
Though they're not human-like
Here, here, here!
 
(INTERLUDE)
 
I see the Mars star high above the sky
A star shining bright not far from Earth
 
Maybe there are inhabitants living there
But we continue to explore
From here, from here, from here!