A keresés eredménye

Days of happiness

The days of happiness
and love of your ?
are dying in the distance
and now leaving
? to destiny
The face of ?
and of deep longing
The light breeze of the night
brings to the heart the memory
of that beautiful glance
that gave light and warmth
to the days of happiness and love
 
of that beautiful glance
that gave light and warmth
to the days of happiness and love
 

Fury of Living

Fury of living
My sins
Of another day
That tastes of nothing
In this anxiety of redoing
And winning the illusions that I know
Only deny me the reality
And as punishment
Are always true
 
I want to live
And I no longer even know
If as punishment
For good or evil
The love that was always denied
Has the rare taste that nobody
Will take from me
 
Fury of living, feeling vain
Of this desire that never minds
False words swig of gall
Ingratitude my black rosary
Which is the reason for this feeling
Raggedy man, pain and solitude
 
(Instrumental)
 
Fury of living
My sins
Of another day
That tastes of nothing
In this anxiety of redoing
And winning the illusions that I know
Only deny me the reality
And as punishment
Are always true
 
I want to live
And I no longer even know
If as punishment
For good or evil
The love that was always denied
Has the rare taste that nobody
Will take from me
 
Fury of living, feeling vain
Of this desire that never minds
False words swig of gall
Ingratitude my black rosary
Which is the reason for this feeling
Raggedy man, pain and solitude
 

You and only you

You and only you
 
I know time goes by
and so many things happen without understanding them.
The world is a dance
that doesn't stop and where everything can happen.
That's why you came
and in each day everything then changed later.
I fell in that mess
to say for fun
'you are my Love'.
 
My eyes don't look for the stars
when the night comes looking for me.
I don't need to see them
with the light that I always see only in your eyes.
 
There is only one truth
it doesn't matter when someone wants to censor us.
Even when they say 'it's too late',
it is always time for those who know how to love.
In the air walks the perfume of love
that persecutes us to the end perhaps.
It's stupid,
folly,
but you want me,
you see, oh, it's just you.
 
That's why you came
and in each day everything changed later.
I fell in that mess
to say for fun
'you are my Love'
'my love'...
 

Don't leave me

Don't leave me
It's important to forget
Try to forget
What shall pass
Forget the time
Of misunderstandings
And the time, lost
In search of the wind
Forget for good
What incessantly
Tries to kill us
With so many 'whys'
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
 
I'll willingly give you
Pearls of rain
From a country where it doesn't rain
Where there isn't even wayer
I will leave treasures
After dying
To dress you all up
With lights and gold
I will make a kingdom
Where muttering
About loving you forever
Only you will be king
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
 
Don't leave me
I'll invent to you
Words that cannot
Even be heard
And I'll tell you
Of whom, for love
Destroys the terror
Of all the laws
And the story of a king
Dead from mourning
For not finding me
I will tell too
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
 
It's already been seen
From underneath a sea
That it never occurred
For fire to blossom
It so happens one day
That a burnt field
Produces healthier wheat
Than the best April
And at sunset
They will go mix
Under the sky burning
So many colors in pairs
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
 
Don't leave me
I will not say anything to you
I don't even now how to cry anymore
I will just be standing there
From there I shall watch you
Dance and smile
And I will listen to you
Sing and laugh
Until I feel like
The shadow of a shadow
That is in your hand
The shadow of a dog
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
Don't leave me
 

Sense Harbor

Who comes and crosses the river
Along the Pilar mountain range
Sees an old hovel
Which extends to the sea
 
Who sees you coming from the bridge
You are waterfall, Saint-Johannine
Driven over a hill
Among the mist
 
Through alleys and sidewalks
from Ribeira to Foz
Through dirty and worn stones
And sad and lonely lamps.
 
And this air severe and serious of yours
From a face and singing
Which secrets the mystery from us
Of this beautiful and darkening light
 
(chorus)
Seeing you abandoned like that
in that brownish timbre
in that closed way of yours
Of who grinds a feeling
 
And it's always a first time
on every return home
See you again in this haughtiness
of injured kite on the wing
 

Waiting for the songs

In the memory of the songs
There are poems still to be screamed
Waves made up of illusions
That will not return to the sea
 
In the memory there is no time, nor desire to sing
There are only whelk shells, there are only legends and a boat sailing
 
In the memory of longing
There are words that I wrote
That leave me comfortable
To remember you
 
Do not lie to me, nor tell me what I know
I know of whelk shells, I know of legends, I know of the harbor I have reached
 
I am in it
Asking for you
 
To discover April, we need to learn the songs
Recorded in vinyl, stored in basements
My love to the truth helped me learn
That what gives us more nostalgia are the days to come
 
And if there are whelk shells, and if there are legends, it's because i believed
That I could bring them anchored to the poems I sang
 
I am in them
Waiting for the songs