A keresés eredménye oldal 2

The Canary

The canary as yellow as a yolk
With soft feathers and sorrow eyes
Was singing behind the silver bars
And in the wind scattered his cries
 
Suddenly, his eyes open wide
And he flies away, but it's in vain
Getting hit by the silver bars
He falls back down, his chest in pain
 
Poor canary, you really thought
That it was sunrise that you've seen
But it was nothing but a dream
Hurt, you collapsed
 
The canary as yellow as a yolk
With soft feathers and sorrow eyes
Was weeping behind the silver bars
And in the wind scattered his cries
And in the wind scattered his cries
And in the wind scattered his cries
 

Yes women

Yes women, women of the proletariat
Finally are waking up and waving their fist
 
Yes women, women of the proletariat
And their brothers declare war
 
Yes women, women of the proletariat
[Are fighting] until the end for their rights, against the bourgeois
 
Yes women, and the whole proletariat
Marxism-Leninism is their weapon of war
 
Yes women, united to the proletariat
Are fighting for the founding of the Communist party
 
Yes women, with the proletariat
Are moving heaven and earth, and they will win the war
 

Let us push forward our folks

When we depart from the job sites
My dear friends with happy hearts
To go and see our parents
My dear friends with content hearts
 
[CHORUS] 1
Let us push forward our folks2
Let us push forward!
 
To go and see our parents
My dear friends with content hearts
But when we arrived in Canada3
Well, we'll have to get wet here
[CHORUS]
 
But when we arrived in Canada
Well, we'll have to get wet here
Ah! But when it'll be all wet
You'll see just how it'll walk/work4
[CHORUS]
 
Ah! But when it'll be all wet
You'll see just how it'll work
When our friends will see us arrive
They'll start laughing and then dancing
[CHORUS]
 
When our friends will see us arrive
They'll start laughing and then dancing
Sunday evening, at the veillée 5
We'll go see our partners6
[CHORUS]
 
Sunday evening, at the vigil
We'll go see our partners
They'll say to us, while entering
Here's my lover, my heart's content
[CHORUS]
 
They'll say to us, but while entering
Here's my lover, my heart's content
And in the middle of the veillée
They'll tell of their gallants 7
[CHORUS]
 
And in the middle of the veillée
They'll tell of their gallants
They'll say to us, while departing
Have you frequented new lovers 8
[CHORUS]
 
They'll say to us, while departing
Have you frequented new lovers
Who has composed this song
It's Jos Blanchet le pretty boy
[CHORUS]
 

• 1. I don't know the name of this kind of song, but it was pretty typical of working class french canadian's songs to be stories interlaced with the same chorus. Workmen would take turn singing the verses, something adding new one, while everybody would sing the chorus. This is why there are so many variation of this song.
• 2. Literally : let's send our folks in the front. Meaning : let's go guys/let's put more efforts in this
• 3. From ~1535 up until 1763, Canada was a province of New France. When the britishs took over, they adopted the name topogically, but they would only start calling themselves 'Canadians' around ~1915, effectively forcing the original canadiens to call themselves 'french canadians' or to adopt a new name (québécois)
• 4. A bit nebulous, but it probably mean 'being wet will wake us up' thus 'we'll be more effective once wet'
• 5. Kind of hard to translate. veillée is an evening of fun where people go to bed late if at all
• 6. Compagne/compagnée is basically a significant other. The female version of the word for 'companion'
• 7. Cavalier : a sprightly young dashing military man. Also often used to talk about somebody courting a women
• 8. Amant : somebody you had sex with, but with whom you're not in a relationship with, or you're in a secret relationship with that person while you're not supposed to (ex. a mistress)

Canary

To the point that I felt nostalgic over those mundane days
In the smoke-stained, sinking night
I looked upon the flowers
 
Walking with you through the stuffy air
And the smiling face I saw as I looked back
For some reason I remembered these things
 
On the white promenade that everyone forgets, that the canary sings on in the end of April
I think I want to remember that your fingertips were trembling
 
It's OK, if it's with you it's OK
Even if I can't return to this place again
If I'm with you, it's OK
Let's walk together until the end
 
You pick up the glass that tumbled down and shattered
In those eyes of yours I could see tears
And still you said nothing
 
In the corners of the lake-shore where the foliage resounds, and the canary disappears at the end of May
I think that I really want to support you, more than anything
 
It's OK, because it's you it's OK
Even if no one were to find us
Since it's you, it's OK
Towards the beckoning voice of the fluttering wind
 
Both me and you, we'll probably change
We'll sometimes quarrel, and maybe hurt each other
But losing each other we will fall in love again
And I want us to make sure of that
 
It's OK, if it's with you it's OK
Even if there was nothing at the end,
It's OK
 
It's OK, because it's you it's OK
Even if no one were to find us
Since it's you, it's OK
Let's walk together until the end
 
Towards the beckoning voice of the fluttering wind
 

The Mexican

They say distance is forgetfulness
But I, my lovely angel,1
Will never stop loving you
 
You know I've got blood in three colors2
My tongue full of your flavors
They taste of earth and mezcal3
 
I am the Juana4, the firebreather
The one who never shows up first
But knows how to show up
But knows how to show up
 
Oh, I wouldn't trade you for all the money in the world
For you I'd kill myself, and with you I will die
I know where I'm going and where I come from
Because if I am anybody, oh I owe it to you
 
Na-nara-nara-nara-na...
Shut up, don't talk, kiss me again and again
Hold me tight and I swear
I'm not going to let you go
 
I am the Felix5, the firebreather
I am the daughter of boleros6
I am the Mexican7, hey
I am the Mexican, hey
 
Oh, I wouldn't trade you for all the money in the world
For you I'd kill myself, and with you I will die
I know where I'm going and where I come from
Because if I am anybody, oh I owe it to you
 
Mitza, Mitza8
Your hills full of colored poppies
Of flavors, my beloved Mexico
The ones in the north, your most beautiful flowers
Drinking mezcal, I howl at night
 
Sexy Mexican, what's goin' on?
Do I sing to you with a guitar, or burn down your house?
Hot mama, Holy Mother
I move merchandise from Yucatan to Tijuana9
 
With my moves, knock-knock10
With my moves, knock-knock
With my moves, with my moves
With my moves, knock-knock
 
Oh, I wouldn't trade you for all the money in the world (And leave it right there)
For you I'd kill myself, and with you I will die (I'm pure fire)
I know where I'm going, I know very well where I come from (Sexy Mexican, hey)
Because if I am anybody, oh I owe it to you (Sexy Mexican)
 
With my moves, knock-knock (Yo')
With my moves, knock-knock (Mitza, Mitza)
With my moves, with my moves
With my moves, knock-knock
Feet, what do I need them for, if I have wings to fly?11
 

• 1. 'Cielito lindo' is a traditional Mexican song:
• 2. The three colors of the Mexican flag.
• 3. An alcoholic beverage made from agave and popular in Mexico.
• 4. Juana Inés de la Cruz, an outspoken nun in the 17th century known as 'The Phoenix of Mexico':
• 5. Maria Felix, a Mexican actress and singer, one of the most popular in the 1940s and 50s:
• 6. Genres of slow-tempo Latin music:
• 7. Since it's 'mexicana' it means specifically a Mexican woman.
• 8. A woman's name, possibly Hispana's nickname.
• 9. Yucatan and Tijuana are two of the 32 states of Mexico. (Tijuana is also a city within the state.) Yucatan is close to the southeast border, while Tijuana is on the northwest border. So she's saying she moves merchandise (usually implying drugs) throughout Mexico.
• 10. 'Pasito tun-tun' is a song originally by Billo's Caracas Boys and frequently covered by other artists.
• 11. A quote attributed to Mexican painter Frida Kahlo

My old home

There remains an old home across the road,
an old yellow quince blooms in the courtyard,
there isn't even an old mother to greet me
to look at her tears full of joy
 
Chorus.
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
A mother used to wait at the doorstep
to wait for her daughter to come back from the far away town
there it is, that is life, it all happens and passes
no one is there anymore when I go home
 
Chorus
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
Chorus
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 

Tropikanál

A hátamon, a krémed,
Hogy megvédjen a Naptól
Mennyire meleg a papaja,
amit a szívünkben érzünk?
 
Olyan leszek, mint egy mangó,
hogy megnyiss
Eszem és élvezem az avokádót
És a guacamolét magamon
 
Hawaii-on
Először elveszed, és aztán nekem adod
És folyik rajtunk a kakaós tej
Először elveszed, és aztán nekem adod
A partról egy pederasztikus1 ritmus tart felénk
Tropikanál, tropikanál
 
Elveszve a hullámok közt mélytorkozunk
Tropikanál, tropikanál
A Hold fény alatt megfürösztött minket a hab
 
A pálmák között tele vannak a szájak
Azzal a trópusi nedűvel
Az arcomra hirtelen
Ráfröcsköl a tenger
 
Átölelünk egy kormoránt
És éjjel-nappal táncolunk
A kedves kis delfinek között
Táncolok, táncolok, mint egy bolond
 
Hawaii-on
Először elveszed, és aztán nekem adod
És folyik rajtunk a kakaós tej
Először elveszed, és aztán nekem adod
A partról egy pederasztikus1 ritmus tart felénk
Tropikanál, tropikanál
 
Elveszve a hullámok közt mélytorkozunk
Tropikanál, tropikanál
A Hold fény alatt megfürösztött minket a hab
 
Üdvözöllek, üdvözöllek Emanuelito
Tropikanál, szenvedély az ánuszért
 
Kitágítjuk a szívünket, hogy befogadjuk a szerelmet
A szétzúzó hullámok közt táncolok
Táncolok, a lányos fiúcskák közt táncolok
Forró, duzzadt és kemény
A kezemben agy remeterák
Sirályok kavalkádjában
Nyissuk meg a segglyukainkat
A segglyukainkat
 
Tropikanál, tropikanál
Elveszve a hullámok közt mélytorkozunk
Tropikanál, tropikanál
A Hold fény alatt megfürösztött minket a hab
 
Hawaii-on
Először elveszed, és aztán nekem adod
 
Hawaii-on
Először elveszed, és aztán nekem adod
 

• Egy felnőtt férfi és egy kamaszfiú szerelme

Swine

Today I'm going to die of bitterness
And the assassin is you
This masochism is profitable
Although it affects my health
 
I become deaf and blind
Knowing I can be better
Be careful and you believe that you are very wise
Love does not remove knowledge, I know who you are
 
Bad, you are bad
I like you that way, I love you that way
Evil, but you are good
I don't care that you're a swine
You light me and extinguish me
You raise me to the top and throw me
This thing corners me
A psychology that traps
 
I will allow your blackmail
Even though it results in my downfall
I have adaptable patience
To conforms to this situation
 
I become deaf and blind
Knowing I can be better
Be careful and you believe that you are very wise
Love does not remove knowledge, I know who you are
 
Bad, you are bad
I like you that way, I love you that way
Evil, but you are good
I don't care that you're a swine
You light me and extinguish me
You raise me to the top and throw me
This thing corners me
A psychology that traps
 

That man with the white hair

No one knows for how long
he carried his bitterness,
how I remember my old man
and his many adventures.
 
The years passed him by
in his face, in his hair,
and transformed his smile
only for a grimace.
 
If on your way you encounter
a crying man,
tell him that in my daily prayers
I pronounce his name.
 
He has sad eyes for gestures,
his heart is wounded,
he's old with white hair,
his gaze is filled with love.
 
That man with the white hair
who in the good and in the bad
always knew how to respond,
he was poor in his infancy,
he was a little ignorant
but he managed to overcome it.
 
If on your way you encounter
a crying man,
tell him that in my daily prayers
I pronounce his name.
 
Walker of a thousand paths,
of towns and old streets,
where his years have remained
where his sorrows have ended.
 

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Long live the Canadian

Long live the Canadian, steal my heart fly, fly, fly, 
Long live the Canadian and her pretty sweet eyes 
And her sweet soft sweet eyes, and her sweet eyes (twice) 
Long live the Canadian and her sweet eyes 
 
She's really Christian, steals my heart flies, flies, flies 
She is truly a Christian, the treasure of her husband 
Treasure of her husband for her, treasure of her husband palipatouti! 
She is truly Christian, treasure of her husband 
 
She shines and shines flies my heart flies, flies, flies 
She shines and shines, with or without jewels 
With or without jewels jou jou, with or without jewels mouah! 
She shines and shines with or without jewels 
 
Whomever steals, steals my heart steals, steals, steals 
It's up to the bride, the boys are crazy 
The boys are crazy crazy crazy, the boys are crazy (twice) 
It's who the marry, the boys are crazy 
 
What children she gives, steals my heart flies, flies, flies 
What children gives, to her happy husband 
To his happy husband, to her happy husband mouah! 
How many children she gives to her happy husband 
 
Until the last hour, steals my heart flies, flies, flies 
Until the last hour, his life is all ours 
His life is all ours new, his life is all ours (twice) 
Until last time his life is all ours. 
 

Minifée ending Canadian

Minifée! Minifée!
 
Since we know her
We never get bored
Admit it's handy
To have a magical friend
 
Minifée, Minifée!
It's chic to have a fairy friend
 
Minifée, Minifée?
 
See you soon!
 

The three men in black

On the wedding night after dinner
Three men in black arrived
Three men in black arrived
They asked for the bride.
 
The bride is here indeed
Do come to sit at the dinner table
We want neither drink nor food
But we'd dance willingly.
 
They had not done three steps of dance
That the bride was taken away
That the bride was taken away
Without anyone stopping them
 
The morrow in his garden
The handsome lover who is having a walk
Sees the devil in the form of a horseman 
Come towards him.
 
Oh tell me about your wedding ceremony last night during the ceremony?
My beautiful wedding of last night
My bride was taken away
 
Do put your foot on top of mine
I will make you see Marie your love
I will take you there, I will bring you back
Without doing you any harm. 
 
When he arrived in hell
He sees his love Marie.
Marie my love am I the reason
Why you are here today?
 
Oh no, oh no, my dear lover
You are not the reason (why I'm here)
It's the three evil brothers
That have made me swear not to get married
 
The golden ring I have on my finger
I pray you to leave it to me
If you don't take the ring off her finger
I'm going to chop off her neck
 
Oh I had only three months left
Three months and also a few weeks
Now my ring has been taken off
I'll now stay here forever.
 

In me is the Grace

In me is the grace of every way and truth,
in me every hope of life and virtue.
 
Come to me you all who yearn for me
and be satisfied with my fruits.
 

I Believe in my Fate

I dreamt of a world,
Wonderful, far-off
I feel deep inside
That I need to be loved
 
And to be surrounded
By a cheering crowd
And I can hear a voice
Telling me where my path lies
 
And I shall walk my way
I believe in my fate!
I aim for the top
I feel no fear anymore
 
One never knows
I could prove
That I do know where I came from
Well, where i belong!
 
Yes, I do walk my way
I believe in my fate!
I trust in myself
I feel no dread anymore!
 
One never knows
I could prove
That I do know where I came from
Well, where i belong!
 
If that is the stake
I believe in my fate!
 
I shall face the fire
I do not fear anything!
The Gods will like me
They believe in my fate!
 
They will eventually receive me amongst them
Where I belong!
 

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Listen Within Your Heart

Que que na-tu-ra
You will understand everything
Listen within your heart, you will understand everything
Your heart is borderless, like the wind and like the sea
Listen within your heart, you will understand everything !
You will understand everything
 

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Wonderful Questions

I ask myself many questions
Where does he come from?
Why is he pink?
Why did you bring him here?
What does it eat?
How can he think with a tiny brain?
To be honest, I'm asking myself as many questions as all of you
Where is his horn?
Does he want a piece of fruit?
How can he be here if a stone says it's impossible
 
The world is bigger than we thought
How? Why? What do you want to say?
It's just starting to reveal himself
I am very confused. Are there other secrets?
They need to be revealed
 
We didn't know there was all of this, this world is amazing
There are a million and one mysteries that are just waiting for you
There is still so much to know, it's almost unreasonable
It's curiosity, there's nothing wrong about that
 
There are responses 'Are you talking about art?'
Behind the clouds and the sky
What is he doing? Is he really going to fly?
There is a world of prosperity, a life of wonders
 

Trip to Canada

A most charming family
Three kids, mama, papa
Left one fine day from Nantes
To visit Canada
Finalizing their itenirary
After a lot of thinking
They chose, oddly
These means of travel
So that prior to leaving
They sang for fun...
 
We'll go to Toronto by car
We'll go to Montreal by horseback
We'll cross Quebec on foot
We'll go to Ottawa by ouaoua¹
We'll go to Valleyfield on a tightrope
We'll go to Trois-Rivieres in a litter
Pass by Chicoutimi asleep
We'll swim to Lake St-Jean
There it is, there's a wonderful trip, a wonderful trip
There it is, there's a wonderful trip to Canada
 
Yes but sometimes it's strange
We don't always do what we want
Very often luck changes
Our most well laid plans
Our friends were, unluckily
Victims of a diversion
By the agency office head
Of means of travel
And because of an employee
Who switched up the tickets
 
They swam to Toronto
They went to Montreal asleep
They went to Quebec in a litter
They went to Ottawa on a tightrope
They went to Valleyfield by foot
They went to Trois-Riviere by ouaoua¹
Pass through Chicoutimi on horseback
They plunged into Lake St Jean by car
There it is, there's a wonderful trip, a wonderful trip
There it is, there's a wonderful trip to Canada
 
Since that time, ladies and gentlemen
The travellers came to understand
In order to avoid drama
One must at all costs
Double-check with the agencies
The travel tickets
If you leave for vacation
The simplest of precautions
Is to sing my little song
My little itenerary song
1, 2
We'll go to Toronto by car
We'll go to Montreal by horseback
We'll cross Quebec by foot
We'll go to Ottawa by ouaoua¹
We'll go to Valleyfield on a tightrope
We'll go to Trois-Rivieres in a litter
Pass Chicoutimi asleep
We'll swim to Lake St-Jean
There it is, there's a wonderful trip, a wonderful trip
There it is, there's a wonderful trip to Canada
 

Gambler's cuplé

If you really feel like playing
If you really feel like playing
Here comes the player, this is your chance
Don't be left wanting to play
 
Come on Mr Gambler, don't be shy
We want you to tell us what you can play
Come on Mr Gambler, don't be shy
We want you to tell us what you can play
 
Well, well. How is it going for ya?
You're doing well? All well boys?
Can you believe it boys?
Today was a deadly day for me
Until the casino opened
And this afternoon I had three. Three passes with the craps.
The casino opened and I went plucked
Besides you gotta know some things boys. Pim, pum, pam.
 
For money I played even Ludo
Chinese checkers and also chess
Cup-and-ball, mus and bluff
And poker dice, I played for money
Baccarat, Old Maid and Rummy
The war and gofo I also practiced
When I was a kid, with the trading cards
Tops and marbles, I got tangled
 
Craps, sette e mezzo and conga
Chorizo and jacks, escoba and chinchon
I'm a fan of horse racing pools
I play roulette and billiards
My passion is the russian roulette
and I can't find anyone who wants to play
 
Stop with the games, you vicious gambler
You're all gamblers and you look like idiots
There are people who never played in their lives
That's impossible, I'll explain it now
 
Everything is a gambling game, I'll demonstrate it to you
If you don't interrupt me and let me talk
If we cross with the red light, that's a bet for sure
And also recommending a friend for a job
It's a bet to buy cheap in an outlet
It's a bet to call the service for repairing the TV
It's a bet to date her if you just met her
And it's a bet when she says 'do it careless'
 
Look at his look, what an ugly guy
This character is a great gambler
Sometimes an outcast, sometimes a fat cat
The bucks come today, they leave tomorrow
 
The two packs of cigarettes that you smoke are a bet
Or when you do a test even if you don't know a lot
People are all gamblers, you'll see I'm not lying
Figure out that today there are still weddings
 
This gambler will be the accused
You friends will be the jury
Let's listen him, letting him talk
But we believe the guy is guilty
 
I beg you murguistas to listen to me
Because my wish is of sharing
My experience on this stage
In that big game called living
When we're children we play happily
The beautiful game of hide-and-seek
When we're adults, we go searching
But we get tagged everyday
 
Look at his look, what an ugly guy
This character is a great gambler
Sometimes an outcast, sometimes a fat cat
The bucks come today, they leave tomorrow
 
The boys play with the tops
Pulling the string that unrolls
Then there are men who with a slash
They throw you far from the circle
The Hopscotch, what a beautiful game
With chalk and pebbles painted on the floor
When you're adult, you jump around
But nobody reaches the heaven
 
This gambler will be the accused
You friends will be the jury
Let's listen him, letting him talk
But we believe the guy is guilty
 
You get a full and they accuse you
You standed with twenty but you pay anyway
With the jacks you only bet this
And with the pool you get busted
This life sirs, is a tute
Where bidding the least is to lose
More than that, this life is a truco
You need falta y resto to win
 
You've defended yourself with big eloquence
We see that you proved your innocence very well
The last question is fundamental
Tell us if you bet on the carnival
 
Hahaha, are you all high boys, ha!
You drank everything, eh? What a mess!
How I'm not going to bet on the carnival?
If... if the carnival was my life.
Whoa, whoa. What a pretty melody.
It's a pretty melody to tell
To the boys of Falta y Resto and my life
That we always have to bet
Because life is one single game
 
If I could achieve one more instant to God Time
To make the farce stop in reality
I'd dress eternal clothings, lights and glitz
I'd paint my face and do again the role
The role, the role of the street Pierrot that drew
The smile that attracts joys of tender color
The clown who sings and laughs and can't stop his singing
Because his laughter is always a bet on the carnival
 
It's beautiful to bring to the neighbourhood flowers of illusion
It's beautiful to find an applause after a song
It's beautiful to make the people happy over and over again
To turn on with smiles the lights of your interest
The clown who sings and laughs and can't stop God Momo
Because his laughter is always a bet on the carnival
 

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Retiradas medley

Asaltantes con Patente (1932)
 
Like the most glorious day
today we want to celebrate
the bustling joy
that carnival brings us.
Among applauses and streamers
with pain bids farewell
the murga that always gave
a good color to the party
 
Warm greetings
give the Asaltantes
on its triumphal march
of walking knight.
And in the saddest times
that remember the orgy
they will think of the days
when they laughed joyful
and it was all joy. (Y ole!)
 
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Los Patos Cabreros (1953)
 
Good night audience
with achieved satisfaction
the Patos are leaving
to make another neighbourhood merry.
 
The commision said
that it's very upset
because many neighbours
don't collaborate with the tablado.
When they whiped-around
and came to knock
they said 'excuse us,
we never go',
and they're all here.
 
They must cooperate
because the duty is bid
and this way the neigbourhood can have
a pretty carnival.
And if you don't want
to spare a dime
may the commision
don't beg either.
 
With the bustling Momo
we toast like an offering
our very funny verses
in these days of Carnival.
 
Many of the couples
who are in the tablado
are becoming old
and they haven't married,
only drinking mate
they program their illusion
and its mother yell
because they warm the benches
and she's standing.
 
May you have a nice wedding
that's our wish,
and soon the stork
come to visit you
and the next carnival
from that love cradle,
the Patos can have
a new spectator.
 
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Linea Maginot (1940)
 
Los Patos are leaving
Los Asaltantes are leaving.
La Gran Muñeca is leaving
La Milonga Nacional,
Los Hongos are leaving
Araca la cana is leaving
With Bochinche and company
Linea Maginot is leaving
 

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Respect

You think that you can say what you want
You must respect!
I'm woman.
When the word rejects, it kills and it hurts
Wrong speechs that constructs nothing
Embarrassment to the detriment of all discernment when she says 'no'
But I'm seeing, I know, I'm knowing the fact
It's cowardice at the moment when she raises her hand.
 
She goes
She comes
My body, my law
I'm around the places, but I'm not for nothing
You must respect, respect, respect the girls, dammit!
 
The fun have a different meaning
When both persons involved consents
Silence is a hided cry for help
To the soul, to the body, for what never was said
Nobody saw, nobody see, nobody wants to know
The pain is yours, it's not your fault
But no one will tell you it
And the obtuse cynicism of that confused guy
But I'll clarify
It's abuse.
 
She goes
She comes
My body, my law
I'm around the places, but I'm not for nothing
You must respect, respect, respect the girls, dammit!
 
Violence all around the world
Every single minute
For all of us
For this voice that just wanna peace
For all the mourning that never is enough
She's disrespected, ignored, harassed, exploited
Mutilated, untreated, repressed, exploited
But the light doesn't goes out
I'll tell what I feel
No one shuts me up.
 
She goes
She comes
My body, my law
I'm around the places, but I'm not for nothing
You must respect, respect, respect the girls, dammit!
 

Chanapar (Չանապար)

Oum asem vor havata?
Oum asem indz haskana?
Ashxarov yes maneka
Ser e im che gta
Lav ou vat orer tesa
Antsanot chanpov antsa
Bayts kez mot yes chehasa
Ser e im che gta
 
Oum asem vor indz tsuytsta depi kez?
Chanapar, chanapar
Shat yerkar sern ou sirtnem im pahel kez hamar, kez hamar
 
Ov gidi togh indz asi
Vonts anem vor indz lsi
Ser e im togh indz spasi
Ourishin che siri
Oum asem vor havata?
Oum asem indz haskana?
Ashxarov yes maneka
Ser e im che gta
 
Oum asem vor indz tsuytsta depi kez?
Chanapar, chanapar
Shat yerkar sern ou sirtnem im pahel kez hamar, kez hamar
 
Oum asem vor indz tsuytsta depi kez?
Chanapar, chanapar
Shat yerkar sern ou sirtnem im pahel kez hamar, kez hamar
 
Oum asem vor indz tsuytsta depi kez?
Chanapar, chanapar
Shat yerkar sern ou sirtnem im pahel kez hamar, kez hamar
 

I Don't Have Beard on My Chin

My father had a house built.
I don't have beard on my chin.
Had it built on the end of a bridge.
 
The fine weather's goin' away
The bad weather's comin' back
I don't have beard on my chin...
But I'm goin' to!
 
My father1, give me a gift
I don't have beard on my chin
Give me your house
 
Give me your house
I don't have beard on my chin
My daughter, promise me...
 
The fine weather's goin' away
The bad weather's comin' back
I don't have beard on my chin...
But I'm goin' to!
 
My daughter, promise me
I don't have beard on my chin
To never like boys
 
To never like boys
I don't have beard on my chin
I'd rather have the house
 
To never like boys
I don't have beard on my chin
In ashes and in coal
 
And even you my father on the gable
I don't have beard on my chin
You'd warm your heels
 
The fine weather's goin' away
The bad weather's comin' back
I don't have beard on my chin...
But I'm goin' to!
 

• 1. Probably a priest.

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Monster

Get your hands off my collar, don't come near me these days
I will be your torture, I don't think you should get into this
Call my name, list all the things I want to hear
I'm a hero but I can't be reached that easily
Ahh... I like your taste, just like Nutella
No need to pretend, like you're shy
Be your most relaxed self, what an incitement
One doesn't listen to Yunus Emre Frekans while having sex
 
There's a party in your business, they don't come near me Im a partisan
There will be chaos if you want, friendship will always win in a fight (whats up?)
Loss in altitude, caution, loss in probability
You should turn around and give yourself to me, or else your magnificence will be a waste
In the morning, noon, evening, scream. Every day everyone is free to taste.
I don't wanna spoil your fun, but there are a lot of hoes here
The system crashed, burned, the machine backed up on broken rules
Hold on, there was too much blood spilled today, what kind of new fashion is this, monster bass
 
-Chorus-
Don't lean over and fall off the balcony, you'll understand on the bumper
Monster monster run run run
They're gonna smash out heads bam bam bam
Did you not come to realize that
Monster monster run run run
They're gonna smash out heads bam bam bam (x2)
 
Look at me, look me in the face, take a step back
The mice are going crazy like working overtime
The rubber isn't too old, it's the same old, same old
Stay aggressive, yet with no money, no muscle
It's like a celebrity's feelings Marilyn Monroe
The owner of a proper situation a Marlboro
Be discreet, don't let them see the intermediate pass
One doesn't listen to Yunus Emre Frekans in their free time
 
Fuck!! He completely fucked up the situation, the vibes
As if he's seen enough helmets, he grabbed a sword and fucked it up
Next to the hippies that know everything, the left is zero
That Lucifer can't even measure heights with me
You're enraged... I'm like unruly rabies
Wolves are around me shitting on all the lambs
Give an error, I know your brain is bleeding but shut up and run
The galaxy can show me but there's money, the new style is monster
 
-Chorus-
Don't lean over and fall off the balcony, you'll understand on the bumper
Monster monster run run run
They're gonna smash out heads bam bam bam
Did you not come to realize that
Monster monster run run run
They're gonna smash out heads bam bam bam (x2)
 

By an old way

My mother sang a lullaby to me
And told a story
How could they been taken from their birthplace,
How could my brother and my father one day went to war?
They went and did not go back,
And stayed to be soldiers forever.
And now I can not live abroad,
I collect my old memoirs and return
 
Shall I not live in big and bright cities big,
It is enough for my city to be ancient and far away,
I don't want my life to be that safe.
I return home by an old way,
I return home by an old way
 
I'm guilty of leaving you, my sweet mommy,
Forgive me, forgive that I come back, come home, return to my family.
Your pain I also take,
And I'll sit at the corner of our home,
And I will listen to your song and it will set my soul free of longing which does not leave my heart
I collect my old memories and come back
 
My mother's life was so arranged that she was always waiting for someone. My father died during the war, and there was no news from my brother. After a while, my brother's name was found in the list of missing people. My mother started to invite every soldier who passed through her house to eat, and when they were leaving, she took my brother's picture from her heart and showed them - in the case they could have seen him. Then the neighbors told me how my mother was hurting by the reason of my last visit to a soldier's head. The doctors said it was a heart attack.
 
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I collect live ducks

Whenever I see a TV commercial talking about a duck
I go there, I go there
Whenever I see a TV commercial talking about a duck
I go there, I go there
 
I collect ducks ohoh
I collect thousands of ducks
I collect ducks ohoh
I collect live ducks
 
Whenever I'm surfing the web and eBay is selling a duck
I buy it, I buy it
And if someone outbids,
Right away I outbid, bid, bid1
 
I collect ducks ohoh
I collect thousands of ducks
I collect ducks ohoh
I collect live ducks
 
I know it's impossible
Yet I do believe
I know it's impossible
Yet it's just the way it has to be.
I want to acquire every single duck on this planet.
 
It's your turn to sing, ducks!
 
I collect ducks (x4)
We collect ducks (x7)
Live ducks!
 

• 1. 'chérie' also means 'darling', this is why the guy gets slapped in the video clip

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In The Month of May

In the month of May, while the river rises
In the month of May, the girls are beautiful
The girls are beautiful, hey nonney, the girls are beautiful.
 
And all the lovers, while the river rises
And all the lovers change their mistresses
They change their mistresses, hey nonney, they change their mistresses.
 
But I, I will not change, while the river rises
But I, I will not change, because my woman is too beautiful
Because my woman is too beautiful, hey nonney, because my woman is too beautiful.
 
She has beautiful blue eyes, while the river rises
She has beautiful blue eyes, bright red lips
Bright red lips, hey nonney, bright red lips.
 
Oh! It would be sweet, while the river is rising
Oh! It would be sweet to sleep with her
To sleep with her, hey nonney, to sleep with her.
 
In a small house, while the river is rising
In a small house, near a fountain
Near a fountain, hey nonney, near a fountain
 
And every morning, while the river is rising
And every morning, my bride bathes
My bride bathes, hey nonney, my bride bathes
 
In the month of May, while the river rises
In the month of May, the girls are beautiful
 

The South American Woman

Verse 1
It's a secret, the love that I have here inside
And even if we wasted time
Because life separated us
And I, and I without you
I can't laugh, I can't live
This is killing me
And the magic in the night takes me to you
 
Pre
I remember that you told me before going
That there isn't love like the love of a Latina
 
Chorus
Ay ay ay, Latina like (Oooh)
The South American woman
She leaves you with desire, your heart leaps (I want your heart)
Ay ay ay, Latina like (Oooh)
The South American woman
She leaves you with desire, your heart leaps (I want your heart)
 
Verse 2
I feel you, and I hear your voice in the wind
My heart loves fearlessly
I know that you feel the same
And I, and I without you
I can't laugh, I can't live
This is killing me
And the magic in the night takes me to you
 
Pre
And even if we are between two continents
There isn't love like the love of a Latina
 
Rap
She wants to know, wants to know if I'm loyal, loyal
To know if I will be the master of her skin, skin
And I want her, nama nama
And I have what she needs
She doesn't just want adventure, I know that
She can be seen from afar
She has what I like
That turns me on
Modeling, the South American woman kills me
And I want her for me
 
Bridge
I without you (I without you)
And you without me (and it's because I want you)
We are like the sun and the moon, separated
 
If I have made a mistake, please, tell me! Thank you!
Dacă am făcut o greșeală, te rog, spune-mi! Mulțumesc!

Canary in the sky

Flower that bloomed in desolation
How did you end up like this?
 
The warmth of those little fingers is the flame of love
That sways and burns as much as the wind blows
 
Blue resonance, the circling life is like a fleeting light
(Feel my heart)
I would like to grant you those distant miracles you whish for
 
Then we will become history, like the million stars
Instead of weeping and crying, it would be better to move on
Even if the tears soak our future's map and we can't see it anymore
The sorrowful canary that gazes upon the rainbow would have already flown away...
 
The smile you made while plucking the seeds, why did it vanish?
We could hear your gentle voice as you were taking the risk...
 
She became ephemeral... He became the final flame
Both of their voices had a sorrowful tone
 
'Let's kiss when we meet in the next world'
(Missing love)
Even if I turn into ashes with this warmth, I won't give up
 
That's why determination is like firm wings that don't need the destiny
Pass through, tear the infinite. Live by your own heart
Maybe we are in a more certain 'now' that the one in the leyends
The beautiful canary in the cage dissapeared into the sky
 
The we will change history, like the million stars
Even if you embrace her, your love won't return. The withered petals had scattered
When we are reborn for the millionth time, let's bloom in the hills...
The canary that won't come back a second time, gave its last smile...
 
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Omar

The guy is my neighbour. I live on the second floor. He's my street level neighbour.
We meet almost every day, and sometimes we talk, we smoke a cigarette and chat. Mostly at night.
Bits of life shared under a lamppost, near the Métro vent.
You see, I live just above a Métro ventilation grid.
The noise of its ventilation drones ceaselessly in my ears, even when I shut the windows.
A constant drone. A mass of hot foul air spouted continuously by this insatiable mouth.
It exhales the sweat of the city that crawls and steeps in its intestine ducts.
The harsh smell of these millions of figures struggling inside its belly from 5:30 to 00:26, mixed with cheap detergent.
A subterranean filth floating upwards like a flatulence and spreading through this ventilation grid.
 
Rum is Omar's favourite poison. Dry rum, the cheapest sort. One gulp in the morning to wake up, and a 70 cl bottle in the evening.
That's his daily routine. And rum cleanses everything, or so they say. It anesthesiates, it disinfects.
With the rum he escapes, he rambles and trips far away.
With rum he hears voices that pester him. Voices that remind him things... Voices that are after his skin, so he defends himself.
One day, as I watched him crossing the street to refill his stock at the convenience store, he was nearing a big sparkling red convertible Mercedes at the red light.
He stops in front of the car and stares. I witness the scene from my window. I wonder what he might have said.
Was it 'Wow! That's a classy drive, man, very nice choice', or rather 'Hey you! How come you got enough dough to afford that? You motherfucker!'
 
Omar lives alone. He's famous in the neighbourhood. My daughter loves him. She gives him a peck on the cheek on her way to school.
She keeps asking us to invite him for dinner. She draws pictures for him, which he guards preciously in his wallet.
His belongings are always neatly packed and in their proper place. He takes care of his things and makes sure to be closely shaved every day, just like before. When he was a paramedic in Toulon and madly in love. But that was such a long time ago...
Today... He's my neighbour. I live on the second floor. He's my street level neighbour.
The drunk tanks are too violent, according to him. The guys simply can't hold their liquor there.
It comes to fistfights right away, he says. And there is a lot of stealing too, and drugs, and it's grubby.
After his last experience, all things considered, he'd rather stay in the street. On this voracious grid that warms him during winter and smothers him in summer, his face ravaged by 25 years in the street.
His muscles lanky and his lungs filled with the city's foul exhalations.
 
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The black sheeps can have gray hair

Help me doctor, if you can please.
I'm getting saner, I'm getting worse everyday.
Now everything around is like a big sleepiness.
Help me to get out of this shock, this horror.
My greatest fear, my greatest danger
is that my life becomes a Knorr Suiza broth cube.
 
I can't believe the things I did yesterday.
First I went to the workplace that has me very irritated.
Then I went eating. And later when I came
home, I watched TV wth my wife.
Doctor, I feel sick. It's anti natural.
Little by little I'm becoming like the normal people.
I sense a brutal vertical falling.
I don't know if it's a stomach problem.
I don't know if it's temporary, if the process is gradual.
I don't know if I have cure not if it will create habit.
 
Doctor, what can I do? I don't want to suffer
this disease that crushes me and wants me to become
a knitting needle, and wants to make me
follow the weave in a crochet that I want to break.
I don't know what happened to me. Explain me doctor.
I was a black sheep and now look at my color.
I look like a power sugar alfajor, or better
a puddle of that thing called liquid paper.
And if there's a stain in my weak illusion
it's only by the effect of the carbon paper.
 
Help me doctor, if you can please.
I'm getting saner, I'm getting worse everyday.
Now everything around is like a big sleepiness.
I feel myself driven by a sewer pipe.
And what is worse, the place is tempting.
So please, help me.
No. Don't. I don't care. I'm fine like this.
I pay the consultation and well,
I'll come another day on any case. Bye.
 

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Prince Ali (Reprise)

Prince Ali,
Yes it's him, but is it really him?
He needs to accept reality
Needs to face his past
It was too beautiful to last
Say farewell to your fake Prince Ali
 
This Ali was no more and no less than Aladdin
This kid is no more than a crook, yes believe me
It's forgery
We've got to send him back
To the place he never should have left
His ambitions to rule are over
His assets will be seized
He'll rot alone on the outskirts of the earth
Yes!
Farewell!
Ex-Prince Ali!
 
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The Reel

My father had no daughters but me
 
I lead it well, my reel
 
One day, he sent me off to sea
 
I lead it well, I lead it around
I lead it well, I lead it around
I lead it well, my reel
 
The seaman who led me
 
I lead it well, my reel
 
He fell in love with me
 
I lead it well, I lead it around
I lead it well, I lead it around
I lead it well, my reel
 
Sweetie, kiss me
 
(I lead it well, my reel)
 
Yes sir, I wouldn't dare
 
I lead it well, I lead it around
I lead it well, I lead it around
I lead it well, my reel
 
For if my dad knew
 
For if my dad knew
 
I would be a beaten daughter
 
Who is it here who would tell you well
 
It would be the birds
 
The birds in the woods know it
 
Force and earth as well
 
My god, the world is cunning
 
Than teaching birds Latin