A keresés eredménye

FM Air

3, 4...
A little sweet
A little salty
A bit about you
A little bit about me
A little calmer
A little bit of the Larsen effect
A little bit of everyone
As long as we sow
Our laughter our fears
In the air of time
It's painless
Not evil singing
One that we like
One that we forget
One that makes us...
 
Singing
And blowing in the air
Bubbles of FM air loveBubbles of FM air love1
Singing
What's on one's heart
The heart is a master singer
 
It runs and runs
This heart that beats
It makes me say
Anything
One day it's yes
One day it's no
Friend's song
Best enemies
I heard it's true
I'm said to be making it up
I'm a man
An angel if I want to
And it hurts
And it doesn't matter
It feels good
 
Singing
And blow in the air
Bubbles of FM air love1
Singing
What's on your heart
The heart is a master singer
 
Commercial music2 or pop music
To the top or not
We'll say anything
Anything we want
That I'm a bobo
That I'm not a big fan
So I might as well...
 
Sing
 

• Pun between 'FM air' (=FM air) and 'éphémère' (=ephemeral) that sound exactly the same in french.
• 2. Called 'Variétés françaises' in french

Homeless

When they tell me 'your life is beautiful'
A slow walk, a wide smile
You must have grown under the sun and palm trees
 
The star was named after you
You run factories of clouds
And you sniff money like a hunting dog
 
You talk to people so easily
You can sing in seven languages
With your words, hearts get broken
 
It's said that you know and act
But not everyone can see
Yes, that's your strongest skill
 
And you don't have a home, a home, and you don't have a home
Where is your home, home, where is your home?
 
My life is beautiful because I paint it1
It's easy for me to walk because I don't care
And my smile is just a memory
 
The only heart that's broken like asphalt,
On this aimless road that doesn't lead to a home,
is mine
 
The eyes of a layman see a man
But they are blind to that child
Who's screaming inside 'help'
 
Because he has no home, home, home
Where is my home, home, where is my home?
 
Because he has no home, home, because he has no home
Where is my home, home, where is my home?
 

• 1. by myself

Let the spring continue

Versions: #1
I've learned how to love from you
how to listen to the birds, hear stories
To take the road, I've learned from you
and how to get back to the country on a train
 
Now you're in the lights
just like you wanted
there's an olive tree next to your head
waiting for you
 
Now it's an exile for me
the windows
Poppies wait for you
Let the spring continue
So that maybe you come
 
Now it's an exile for me
the windows
Poppies wait for you
Let the spring continue
So that maybe you come
 
No, no I am not crying at all
On the Istanbul road again at the end of each month
I don't want a house anymore
But let there be trees
Forests all around me
 
Now you're in the lights
just like you wanted
there's an olive tree next to your head
waiting for you
 
Now it's an exile for me
the windows
Poppies wait for you
Let the spring continue
So that maybe you come
 
Now it's an exile for me
the windows
Poppies wait for you
Let the spring continue
So that maybe you come
 

Ez a nap

Ez a nap a miénk,1
És ne vonj kétségbe semmit,
Mi vagyok, vagy hogy honnan jössz,
Megőrzünk valamit belőle.
Ez a nap egy életre,
Mintha szünetet tartanánk.
Mi vagy, honnan vagyok,
Minden, amit mondtunk egymásnak, azt hiszem.
 
Búcsúnk másnapján,
Igazi életem útján,
Egy másik szín a szemekben
Egy kis félelem és egy kis tilos.
Ahogy elhagytuk egymást a szerelemért,
A megbánás borúja nélkül.2
Mint egy megállapodás, és örökre,
Egy kevés titkos simogatásainkból.
 
Ez a nap a miénk,
És ne vonj kétségbe semmit,
Mi vagyok, vagy hogy honnan jössz,
Megőrzünk valamit belőle.
Ez a nap egy életre,
Mintha szünetet tartanánk.
Mi vagy, honnan vagyok,
Minden, amit mondtunk egymásnak, azt hiszem.
 
Minden, amit mondtunk egymásnak, azt hiszem.
 
És ha az évek elszálltak
Arcod és mosolyod felett,
Hogyha elég gyakran gondoltam ismét
Illatodra és sóhajaidra,
Hogy újra megkérdezzem, miért,
Ha már nem tudom, ki voltam,
Azelőtt, hogy te és én lettünk,
Néhány órára örökké.
 
Ez a nap a miénk,
És ne vonj kétségbe semmit,
Mi vagyok, vagy hogy honnan jössz,
Megőrzünk valamit belőle.
Ez a nap egy életre,
Mintha szünetet tartanánk.
Mi vagy, honnan vagyok,
Minden, amit mondtunk egymásnak, azt hiszem.
 

• 1. nous appartient szó szerint: hozzánk tartozik
• 2. tristesse szó szerint: szomorúság

The Bird

Versions: #1
I've experienced the clear mists,
The white snow and the winter mornings.
I'd like to see you,
The white hare that is never seen,
But the bird, the bird has flown away
And me I'll never find it.
 
If ever I were to come across
This beautiful bird which has flown away,
If it comes back from its journey
Very close to you along the shore.
But you see, I'll tell it
How much it mattered to you, I know.
 
It's the bird that you used to love,
The jealous bird, I've guessed it.
If it comes back from his journey
I'll tell him that you were waiting for it.
 

Belle

Versions: #1
Belle, you're so beautiful
That upon seeing you
I've loved you
 
Belle, whom I so love
Since long ago
I was waiting for you
 
Remember
The days when you used to come
Every night to meet me
 
You'd walk by
So beautiful that I'd dream about it
You know it, my friend
I used to love you
 
Belle, oh my so beautiful
You'd go
Without listening to me
 
Belle, I'll wait for you
For a long time
You're so beautiful
 
Belle, whom I so love
I'll wait for you
While dreaming about you
 
Then one day,
One day you'll walk by
Near me
My Belle, you'll come
 
Then we'll take
If you want to
On that day
A beautiful trip for two
 
Belle, if you want to
We'll be two
We'll be two
 
Belle, if you want to
We'll be two
We'll be two
 

Song to Stalin's good health

Accept, Great Stalin, our Father,
The love of hearts devoted to the homeland,
Accept the deference of your people
On your joyous birthday.
 
Chorus:
We all sing praise to your deeds,
Live, our Leader, live to make us happy!
 
You illuminated our epoch with clear light,
You are the closest person to us all,
With you, we went the glorious, difficult road,
Fighting for the honour of our native land.
 
Chorus.
 
You lead us on Lenin's path,
You call us all to new exploits,
With you, we entered sunny life,
Fighting for peace and building communism!
 
Chorus:
We all sing praise to your deeds,
Live, our Leader, live to make us happy!
 

I'm loving anew

Gusts of emotion
Seize and make me drunk and it’s an illusion
Caused me to lose my mind, so
I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy
 
Colors in my eyes
What’s more
My hair is full of desires
And to the core of my body
Which cries
I live, I live, I live
 
I’m loving anew
I’m loving anew
And it surprises me each day
And it surprises me each day
I’m loving anew
I’m loving anew
Without dependence in return
Without dependence in return
I’m loving anew
I’m loving anew
 
I’ve redefined who I am
You’ll find that infantile
Or futile
 
Behind the light
I am and will be the best among my brothers
I look and cultivate, at worst
I believe, I believe, I believe
 
And it’s without pretense
I sing along
Our efforts combined
To make our voices heard
The way
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you
 
I’m loving anew
I’m loving anew
And it surprises me each day
And it surprises me each day
I’m loving anew
 
I’m loving anew
Without dependence in return
Without dependence in return
I’m loving anew
I’m loving anew
 
I’m making another deal with myself
You will probably find that futile
Infantile
 
This song is not clearly not flimsy
We are too many on the earth to give up
We hide behind our tough carapaces
We make walls around us to feel less emotions
We hide behind our tough carapaces
We make walls around us to feel less emotions
 
The world game
And it surprises me each day
The world issue
Without dependence in return
 
LoupSolo

I like I like

What do you like, what do you like
Me I don't know, it depends
I rather like honest people
What do you like, what do you like
I like to get the hell out of here
And escape inside my head
Don't know why I talk to myself
Instead of writing poems
But they would probably be crazy
Don't know why I talk to myself
Why I get the giggles
Maybe I like to laugh like a drain
 
I like I like
At times I like loneliness
The one you choose to talk to yourself
The one that doesn't hurt and you can forget
The one you can remove like a thorn
I like I like
At time I like loneliness
But I don't like screams when they last long
When emotions drown me in a sea of fury
When the lack of me makes me rant
 
What do you like, what do you like
Having a slightly silly smile
Writing a letter silently
What do you like, what do you like
I like to look at the emptiness
And imagine that maybe
Someone somewhere at the end of the world
At the same instant thinks of
The same thing as me
Someone ranting just because it feels good
To think about nonsense
 
I like I like
At times I like loneliness
The one you choose to talk to yourself
The one that doesn't hurt and you can forget
The one you can remove like a thorn
I like I like
At time I like loneliness
But I don't like screams when they last long
When emotions drown me in a sea of fury
When the lack of me makes me rant
 
I like silence so much and I don't believe anymore in time
Not easy to say, that's just how I feel
I see past and future intertwined
Nothing linear, everything is being played in present time
 
I like I like
At times I like loneliness
The one you choose to talk to yourself
The one that doesn't hurt and you can forget
The one you can remove like a thorn
I like I like
At times I like loneliness
But I don't like screams when they last long
When emotions drown me in a sea of fury
When the lack of me makes me rant
When the lack of me makes me rant
When the lack of me makes me rant
 

I like I like

I like I like
 
What do you like, what do you like
Me I don't know, it depends
I rather like honest people
What do you like, what do you like
I like to get the hell out of here
And escape inside my head
Don't know why I talk to myself
Instead of writing poems
But they would probably be crazy
Don't know why I talk to myself
Why I get the giggles
Maybe I like to laugh like a drain
 
I like I like
At times I like loneliness
The one you choose to talk to yourself
The one that doesn't hurt and you can forget
The one you can remove like a thorn
I like I like
At time I like loneliness
But I don't like screams when they last long
When emotions drown me in a sea of fury
When the lack of me makes me rant
 
What do you like, what do you like
Having a slightly silly smile
Writing a letter silently
What do you like, what do you like
I like to look at the emptiness
And imagine that maybe
Someone somewhere at the end of the world
At the same instant thinks of
The same thing as me
Someone ranting just because it feels good
To think about nonsense
 
I like I like
At times I like loneliness
The one you choose to talk to yourself
The one that doesn't hurt and you can forget
The one you can remove like a thorn
I like I like
At time I like loneliness
But I don't like screams when they last long
When emotions drown me in a sea of fury
When the lack of me makes me rant
 
I like silence so much and I don't believe anymore in time
Not easy to say, that's just how I feel
I see past and future intertwined
Nothing linear, everything is being played in present time
 
I like I like
At times I like loneliness
The one you choose to talk to yourself
The one that doesn't hurt and you can forget
The one you can remove like a thorn
I like I like
At time I like loneliness
But I don't like screams when they last long
When emotions drown me in a sea of fury
When the lack of me makes me rant
When the lack of me makes me rant
When the lack of me makes me rant