A keresés eredménye

The Willows by the River

Under the willows by the river
We always sit
Where the golden bird sings
We always sit
 
I think about it and cry
I think about it and cry
Under the corn as it grows
We always sit
Where that little bird sings
We always sit
 
I think about it and cry (x2)
 
In meadows of yellow flowers
We always wander
In meadows of blue flowers
We always wander
In meadows of red flowers
We always wander
Now I walk alone, mourning
Where we always wandered
 
I think about it and cry (x4)
 

There is still something else that makes you special

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You have left me darling
But you will never leave the place you have in my heart
I have never loved this way before
And I doubt I ever will
 
There is still something else that makes you special
Besides your beauty
I have loved you
And I will love you till the end of my life
 
I got used to be sad,darling( I am acustomed to sadeness)
I often sit alone at the table
Nobody will ever take your place
The place that you have in my heart
 
I know that you are awake untill dawn ( I know the light in your windows is on, untill late at night,you only surrender to sleep before dawn)
I suspect that you sigh while you are looking at our pictures
And that you are in tears
 

Everything has to end

Refrain
Everything has to end,
so why pour out tears?
Everything has to end,
so why pour out tears?
Everything has to end, (Ah...)
so why pour out tears?
Everything has to end, (Ah...)
so why pour out tears?
 
So why these sorrowful nights
of thinking in solitude?
So why these sorrowful nights
of thinking in solitude —
 
of thinking in solitude?
 
Love comes, love passes away,
but tomorrow another one comes.
Love comes, love passes away,
but tomorrow another one comes.
Love comes, love passes away, (Ah...)
but tomorrow another one comes.
Love comes, love passes away, (Ah...)
but tomorrow another one comes.
 
So why these grey days?
Life is there to be lived!
So why these grey days?
Life is there to be lived!
 
Life is there to be lived —
 
to be built, to be attained,
to never kneel.
To be built, to be attained,
to never kneel.
To be built, to be attained, (Ah...)
to never kneel.
To be built, to be attained, (Ah...)
to never kneel.
 
There must be more songs, desires,
madness and merrymaking.
There must be more songs, desires,
madness and merrymaking.
 
Madness and merrymaking!
 
Refrain
 
Everything has to end,
so why pour out tears?
Everything has to end,
so why pour out tears?
 
Everything has to end!
 

Now what a pity about those who are dead

Now what a pity about those who are dead
Who doesn't get to sit down in the time of spring
and bask in the sun
in the light and the lovely flower knoll
 
But maybe the dead did whisper
Then words to the primrose and viola
That no living could understand
 
The dead they know more than others
And maybe they would when the sun sets
Then, with happiness deeper than ours1
Amongst the shadows of the evening2 they still wander
In thoughts about the secret
that only the grave knows
 
Now what a pity about those who are dead
Who doesn't get to sit down in the time of spring
and bask in the sun
in the light and the lovely flower knoll
 
But maybe the dead did whisper
Then words to the primrose and viola
That no living could understand
 
The dead they know more than others
And maybe they would when the sun sets
Then, with happiness deeper than ours
Amongst the shadows of the evening, they still wander
In thoughts about the secret
that only the grave knows
 
Now what a pity about those who are dead
Who doesn't get to sit down in the time of spring
and bask in the sun
in the light and the lovely flower knoll
 
But maybe the dead did whisper
Then words to the primrose and viola
That no living could understand
 
The dead they know more than others
And maybe they would when the sun sets
Then, with happiness deeper than ours
Amongst the shadows of the evening, they still wander
In thoughts about the secret
that only the grave knows
 

• 1. could mean, deeper than ours, or deeper than spring. same word for spring and ours
• 2. time between the sun sets and midnight. depending on the time of the year, the sun might never set, or it might set 22.30, more casually, usually after dinner that might be around 17.00-19.00

From the end to the house doorstep

From the end to the house doorstep!
Life is old song!
Destiny is battle for us!
Our soul is full of ardor!
 
On house doorstep they are losing lifes, who will defense it?!
On asphalt cracks, open wounds,
why are you overbold and why are you bark on me?!
And from shadow like from rock when one goes directly?!!
Winner gene, alpha, never don't forget,
and women lioness, dinars, euros, dollars
we used to have problems, we born with them
in pub, on street, we were spending and having good time
now I'm paying bills to see your real faces,
maybe they believe you now, but they will hear that you are a pussy
I don't have anything to lie, I want money, I love life
and message for childrens is to don't believe anyone!
They are taking photos with us, when they see me, they hugging me
in restaurant they serve us with best from kitchen
I have respect, 'cause I'm giving it so it returning to me
they see shape of skull so they know that we are brothers!
 
From the end to the house doorstep!
Life is old song!
Destiny is battle for us!
Our soul is full of ardor!
 
And we were young, without beard, kids,
town was breathing quietly, we were on the building !
Nothing couldn't surprise us, but really nothing,
it was or make it, or steal it or abduct it
we bring from house our behavior,
with the time we became inspiration
we are trying to be like that in the future
because we are not drunk story in dawn!
 
From the end to the house doorstep!
Life is old song!
Destiny is battle for us!
Our soul is full of ardor!
 
From the end to the house doorstep!
Life is old song!
Destiny is battle for us!
Our soul is full of ardor!