A keresés eredménye

Ufo

There's a ufo,
That I can see
In the beams of Earth at night.
And it does so,
As if it doesn't move,
Yet it's getting closer.
 
And a strange green hand,
Hangs over my horizon,
And doesn't let go, let go.
And I've got headache everyday
And I don't listen when you're asking me,
I'm sorry, so sorry.
 
But I believe there's an alien.
A power, a complex
That holds me hostage.
My nerves are getting hurt,
A triggered function
In a different dimension.
 
Like ivy,
That twines wild thoughts of the oldest stems of my I's.
You stay loyal to yourself,
Though the extraterrestrial signs won't allow me that
 
And a strange green hand,
Hangs over my horizon,
And doesn't let go, let go.
And I've got headache everyday
And I don't listen when you're asking me,
I'm sorry, so sorry.
 
But I believe there's an alien.
A power, a complex
That holds me hostage.
My nerves are getting hurt,
A triggered function
In a different dimension.
 
But I believe there's an alien.
A power, a complex
That holds me hostage.
My nerves are getting hurt,
A triggered function
In a different dimension.
 
And I've got headache everyday
And I don't listen when you're asking me,
I'm sorry.
You are my alien,
You are my alien,
my alien.
 
There's a ufo,
That I can see
In the beams of Earth at night
 

Winter

Who knows how long will the winter go?
I shut myself in the cellar overnight,
Till the sun gets in the sky –
It looks disappointed by this world...
I don't know where it's going baby,
I'm like a photo in the darkroom.
Until the warm wind blows again baby,
I write on a big ad banner:
 
How it's good
When the world flushes us on the land,
Dammit.
Dammit.
 
And the ghost is somehow gone!
And I know that it isn't really important,
But I just wanted to tell you
That I have never, for years,
Been so excited for summer.
 
Dammit
 
Who knows how long will the winter go?
It's as certain as death.
I see its face in the thunder
Before the leaves fall, they're blood red.
 
I don't know where it's going baby,
Hold me tight like a clothespin.
Until the warm wind blows again baby,
I'm there.
 
And the ghost is somehow gone!
And I know that it isn't really important,
But I just wanted to tell you
That I have never, for years,
 
And the ghost is somehow gone!
And I know that it isn't really important,
But I just wanted to tell you
That I have never, for years,
Been so excited for summer.
 
Dammit.