A keresés eredménye

Fekete-fehérben

Nézek egy képet az anyámról
Boldog volt három éves lehetett
Magához ölelt egy játékbabát
A legjobban vágyott ajándékát
A születésnapi zsúrja volt.
 
Egy fekete-fehér kifakult (kép) volt
Nézem az akkori anyámat és újralátom
Az ugyanolyan mosolyom
 
És hányszor gondolok rá
Hogy távolinak érzem őt
És hányszor gondolok arra.
 
Rólam szerettem volna vele beszélni
Legalább 'miérteket' kérdezni
A hosszú és a bántó csendekről
A hanyag pillanatokról
Tökéletesen rugalmatlannak
Megközelíthetetlennek és vadnak mutattam magam
Elkerülhetetlenül kíméletlen,
Fél a döbbenetes versengéstől.
 
Nézek egy képet az anyámról
Boldog volt húsz éves lehetett
Egy selyem nyaksálba kötött haja volt
Egy tovaszálló arckifejezése volt
A hatvanas évek fényes perspektívája
Egy örömtől sugárzó Cataniaban
Kémlelem a szálat, a jelet és a gyűlést
Az ugyanolyan mosolyom
 
És hányszor gondolok rá
Hogy távolinak érzem őt
És hányszor gondolok arra.
 
Rólam szerettem volna vele beszélni
Legalább 'miérteket' kérdezni
A hosszú és a bántó csendekről
A hanyag pillanatokról
Tökéletesen rugalmatlannak
Megközelíthetetlennek és vadnak mutattam magam
Elkerülhetetlenül kíméletlen,
Fél a veleszületett versengéstől.
 
Rólam szerettem volna vele beszélni
Legalább 'miérteket' kérdezni
Rólam szerettem volna vele beszélni
Legalább 'miérteket' kérdezni.
 

Rat Men

Our scientists managed to combine rat DNA with that of human beings. This enables human beings to obtain a significantly increaed adaptability than they would usually have. We can call it a revolution, a new outbreaking genetic result. One question is coming up though: what will happen to „rat sapiens“ (intelligent rats)?
 
What other people think about us is not a detail that can be ignored
Lack of opinion is
An unpleasant issue
Miss, your valuable cocker dog is pissing on my shopping bags
Since I am super accurate
I apologize for any inconvenience that may have occurred through this operation
 
Those who pass cars from the right have wicked looks and love showing them
Those who haven‘t sinned should not move away from their herd anyway
 
Please
It‘s a matter of politeness
Go back home you monkey
Did you want to bring terror right to this town?
Trust me, I‘m a doctor
Go have a treatment
If you treat it at an early stage racism is curable
 
What other people think of us
More or less square distance scapegoats
Rat men, a new outbreaking genetic result
 
Those who sit in the train
And talk on their cell phones
And make you listen to them
Mum, get used to it, I don‘t eat meat
 
Please
It‘s a matter of politeness, open mindedness
Set your prejudices aside
Immortal, this crazy person is homosexual
A special vaccine will remove the original sin from our kids
 

The habit of returning

Returning is a habit
For those like you
Buried and bored by the usual routines
Will you ever confess to your wife
That on saturdays you've slept with me
For about ten years, through thick and thin
 
But I can't ask
I mustn't ask
It's you that will answer if you want
But I can't cry
I mustn't cry
It's you that will decide if you want
 
Returning is a habit
For those like you
Faithful, tightly tied to the usual fold
How will you tell your wife
You've got a son that's identical to you
He's got big, black eyes
He's just turned three
 
He's young and he can't ask
He mustn't ask
It's you that will answer if you want
But he mustn't cry
Crying's a shame
It's you that will answer
If you know
 
But I can't ask
I mustn't ask
It's you that will answer if you want
But I can't ask
I mustn't ask
It's you that will answer if you want
 
It's you that will answer
You always can answer
It's you that will answer
You always can answer
 
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Echo of sirens

Deaf and implacable sirens
they gave the sad announcement
while the sunset was flooding
the deserted avenues
of obscure presages
 
power games on our skin
on those men armed with romantic ideals
whatever is the fee
it will never return the right
 
We will be ready to celebrate the victory
and we will gladly toast on our ruins
few will be able to redeem themselves from poverty
to rejoice in the glory, however infinite
 
The sharp echo of sirens
on open wounds
we waited impotent for enemy attacks
maybe for the last time
power games on our skin
on wasted infantry, irreparably raped
who will pay for this
who will bring the sign
 
We will be ready to celebrate the victory
and we will gladly toast on our ruins
few will be able to redeem themselves from poverty
to rejoice in the glory, however infinite
 
Defeated and winners
We will rebuild
defeated and winners
 
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Mother Earth

Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
 
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
 
Ile aye wa
Edje amoura si
Ile aye wa
Itche gbogbo wa ni
 
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
 
Ile aye wa
Edje amoura si
Ile aye wa
Itche gbogbo wa ni
 
More than ever cradle me
wrap me like a warm hug
more than ever talk to me
feed me,
Mother Earth
 
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
 
Ile aye wa
Edje amoura si
Ile aye wa
Itche gbogbo wa ni
 
More than ever cradle me
wrap me like a warm hug
more than ever talk to me
feed me,
Mother Earth
 
The warm nights of August
sometimes they wear an exotic smile
of a joyful and intense Africa
violated, abused and offended
maternal and fair
 
More than ever cradle me
and wrap me like a warm hug
more than ever talk to me
feed me,
Mother Earth
 
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Orire ni t’agbado
Agbado rin hoho wa le
Agbado rin hoho wa le
 
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The slope of abandonment

Arduous and insidious
the slope of abandonment,
heartbroken and compassionate
the good god observes inert
human riches and miseries.
 
The oblivion will reign
sovereign,
precious
remedy to
impotence
and to cruelty
of an ignoble goodbye
dealt with surprise
from those who swore loyalty.
 
But a hot wind will announce
the awakening of better times.
Distraught and compassionate
the good god observes inert
human riches and miseries.
 
The oblivion will reign
sovereign ,
cowardly
makeshift to
impotence
and to cruelty
of an ignoble goodbye
dealt with surprise
from those who swore loyalty.
 
But a hot wind will announce
the awakening of better times.
But a hot wind will announce
the awakening of better times.
But a warm wind will shape
the rigor of ruthless winters.
 
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Send us a postcard

Between every day you could leave
Why you thought right on Monday.
Birds sing, summer is upon us
sea ​​time and lemon slush.
Who knows what end sarcasm of author
You would have unlined without beating around the bush..
 
Long live Italy, football, testosterone,
the mess-ups and whores in the grip of the hormone
we like television very much
just the object - I say - exhibited in the living room
who knows what bitter consideration
you would have conceived by virtue of modesty.
 
Send us a postcard and a happy photo of you
Sunbathe on the beach
With the usual white shirt
And the newspaper opened on the sports page
While you're on the water's edge
Blessed in the arms of a sunset.
 
Between all the days you could die
Because you thought right on Monday
Chaotic roads and quarrels at intersections
How many peasants on obscene vehicles
Who knows what end sarcasm of author
You would have unsheathed on this sad occasion.
 
Send us a postcard and a happy photo of you
Sunbathe on the beach
With the usual white shirt
And the newspaper opened on the sports page
As you stand on the water's edge, humming a romantic song.
 
Send us a postcard and a happy photo of you
Sunbathe on the beach
With the usual white shirt.
 
Send us a postcard and a happy photo of you
While you're on the water's edge
And seize the new day with amazement.
 
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One more sip

I remember the chilling cold
the shy lamentations of my people
crowded ,crammed into a freight train
two days and two nights without sleep
and soon we would have stopped
to speak soon
 
I remember the chilling cold
the day we lost forever
our hungry children
thirsty, deprived of our clothes
and it was like swallowing glass
and we would soon stop talking
soon we would have stopped understanding
 
and I learned to drink
always one more sip
and I learned to drink
always one more sip
how much I really needed it
how much I really needed it
one day I could be thirsty
 
I remember the chilling cold
the fear of sinking
in a bed of burning coals
which logic or law of life
will never be able to explain the diabolical enterprise
of those chosen men ...
and we would soon stop talking
soon we would have stopped understanding
 
and I learned to drink
always one more sip
and I learned to drink
always one more sip
how much I really needed it
how much I really needed it
one day I could be thirsty
 
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Wildflower

Wildflower that is born
Blessed are the eyes of those who make it grow
Wildflower that grows
And the little bee fills the bushes
Wild flower that dies
The earth cries, the heart cries
 
Flower that is born
Flower that grows
Flower that dies
The earth cries, the heart cries
 
As a wildflower you were born
And this land acted as a mother
As a wildflower you grew up
And the fight made you a father
As a wildflower you died
One night in May, with the sad stars
 
Flower that is born
Flower that grows
Flower that dies
The earth cries, the heart cries.
 
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AAA wanted

Looking for a comely, very curvy and enterprising young lady
Young and brilliant but more than other things, she has to be sweet and consenting
 
Looking for a virtuous apprentice and an honest guaranteeist entrepreneur
He offers an opportunity of unprecedented ascent for career maidens
 
Young and illibated woman
AAA wanted
Used woman already run-in
AAA wanted
Sicilian or Padana, native, clandestine woman
 
Let's see how you dance with samba or cha cha cha
At a glance you are carried and very telegenic
But maybe you're more interested in music
 
Looking for a caregiver
An eighty-year-old fascinating billionaire
he offers a better opportunity of life for street bitches
 
unrepentant and thief woman
AAA wanted
uncensored santa woman
AAA wanted
Deceased the day before, it is enough that she is really hot
 
How would you kiss if you had to make movies
First scene ' lights, camera, action'
And then we make the film
Or maybe you're interested in politics
Minister of Red Light or Cosmetic Affairs
There is no difference between the two sexes today
The 'Beautiful Land' rewards those who deserve it
 
How would you sing 'My soul' 1 or 'As long as the boat goes'2
At the first listening, you seem to be very good at opera
Or maybe you're interested in astrophysics
 

• 1. great success of the Italian pop band 'Cugini di Campagna'
• 2. great success of the Italian singer Orietta Berti

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In black and white

I look at a picture of my mother
she was happy, she would have been three years old
she clutched a doll
the most desired gift
It was her birthday party
 
a faded black and white
I look at my mother at the time, and I see again
my same smile
 
And I think about how many times
I felt her far away
And I think about how many times ...
 
I wanted to talk to her about me
i wanted to ask her at least why of her
long and hostile silences
and moments of nonchalance
punctually I showed myself inflexible
inaccessible and fair
intimately fierce
fearing a silly rivalry
 
I look at a picture of my mother
she was happy, she would have been been twenty years old
hair gathered in a silk scarf
and a faded expression
Sharp glimpse of the sixties
of a beaming Catania 1
I scrutinize her in detail, and I find again
my own look
 
And I think about how many times
I felt her far away
And I think about how many times ...
 
I wanted to talk to her about me
I wanted to ask her at least why of her
long and hostile silences
and that arbitrary indolence
punctually I showed myself inflexible
inaccessible and fair
intimately fierce fearing
the innate rivalry
 
I wanted to talk to her about me
I wanted to ask her at least why ......
I wanted to talk to her about me
I wanted to ask her at least why ......
 

• 1. the town of Sicily where Carmen Consoli is born

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