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RV 597 - 8. The Wicked will see.

The Wicked will see and be angry,
gnash their teeth and pine away:
the desire of the wicked will perish.
 

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The corrida (Macron style)

There is an anger in the country
 
I will be adamant. And I won't concede anything to the lazybones, the cynical ones, the selfish ones, the pessimists.
 
Many among them are illiterate.
 
Instead of wreaking havoc, some people would better see if they can't get a job there.
 
People who are nothing...1
 
Since I've been mingling
with the power that be
I hear the people chomping at the bit
at the end of the corridor.
has locked the door shut
and his police is hitting hard.
So much for popular demonstrations
I ignore them anyway.
 
At first I thought I just had
to defend myself, but
you'd better subdue the street
to make it quiet.
They drew pictures about me,
they really want me to back off.
I'll get them eventually
by smashing a few kneecaps.
 
And I'll be adamant
Are these people serious?
People who are nothing...
Are these people serious?
Lazybones!
 
These envious derelicts, these nothing-at-all,
these Lefties and their strikes and blockades...
I'm not about to cower before these wackos, these losers!
I'll catch them and their flags
and send them spinning.
Tomorrow Emmanuel2 will be
on the 's front page.
 
And I'll be adamant
Are these people serious?
People who are nothing...
Are these people serious?
Lazybones!
 
I don't give a damn about human rights,
humanism is so has-been anyway.
You have to hit hard, beat them up
so that the people gives in.
What's with these psychopaths
and their paper banners?
I was never taught how to
fight against deadbeats.
 
And I feel so good
taming these stubborn peasants.
I'll be going wild anyway,
is my new middle name.
I hear them laugh, the very idea!
I see them dance, it gets me down.
I'll wreck their social benefits some more
and they'll soon chicken out.
 
And I'll be adamant
Are these people serious?
People who are nothing...
Are these people serious?
Lazybones!
 
  • 1. a few of famous Macron little remarks that made a lot of people very angry, for some mysterious reason
  • 2. Macron

The Word 'Phoebus'

Esmeralda:
And know I may be able to know
Whom I have ended up marrying
 
Gringoire:
I am the poet Gringoire
Prince of all of Paris
 
Esmeralda:
Prince of all of Paris
 
Gringoire:
But I am not a ladies' man
I can only make you
My muse, my inspiration
 
Esmeralda:
You who know how to read and write
Poet, will you tell me,
What does 'Phoebus' mean?
 
Gringoire:
What the hell! Tell me,
Who on earth
Dares to call himself that?
 
Esmeralda:
He who stole my heart
 
Gringoire:
If I haven't forgotten my latin
'Phoebus' means 'sun'
 
Esmeralda:
Phoebus is like the sun
 
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Dawn

Tears spill for the days you cannot return to
The sky above burns crimson
 
If you realize your own strength, weakness, then now
 
You, don't fear
Cut through the winds as your heart wills
The dawn will shine upon your journey
 
Gather
The ferocious arm, the eyes that see a thousand leagues
The legs that run through the skies, the eternal shield
 
Here, fulfill the ancient vow
O night, break
 
A single blossom falls upon the water's surface, far away, far away it drifts
Who knows the heart of the king, clouded yet
 
As if piercing a passing doubt
Nock your arrow to your bow, release it far, far away
 
Your crimson hair flutters
You've decided you will live on
Your torn nails and scars
Will become tomorrows strength
 
You, don't forget
Your dream of seeing the burning end of the skies
Those fragments will surely awaken, waiting
 
You, don't fear
Cut through the winds as your heart wills
Do not stop, push forward as you do
 
Exchange white bonds
Offers your prayers to the azure night
Sow seeds of green
And embrace the golden fruit
 
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Рождественская сказка

С какого времени её ждешь ты,
с какого времени жду её я,
когда мы все снова соберёмся.
Дома, дома рядом с большой ёлкой,
здесь я чувствую себя лучше всего.
 
Сквозь окна на улице
видно, что снова всё белое как во сне,
и дети играют в снежки.
И засмотревшись на них,
я в мечтах тону снова,
а ты чувствуешь то же самое?
 
Белое Рождество, словно сказка оно,
и пусть не перестаёт идти снег,
пусть привалит детского смеха, пусть привалит любви
ещё много, много дней. (2 р.)
 
С какого времени его ждёшь ты,
с какого времени жду его я,
этого момента, когда дарят подарки.
Но для меня, но для меня,
подарок - каждый день,
когда у нас всех всё хорошо.
 
Белое Рождество, словно сказка оно,
и пусть не перестаёт идти снег,
пусть привалит детского смеха, пусть привалит любви
ещё много, много дней.
 
Белое рождество, словно сказка оно,
этот мир, этот мир из чистого снега
красивее чем предыдущий,
лучше, чем предыдущий,
он по чистой дороге снова пойдёт.