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Thoughts Aloud

[1 Verse]
What do I have in my hand? A pen!
What do I have under my foot? Reefs!
What do I have behind me? Clouds!
What do I have inside? Rhime!
What will be with me tomorrow, sky
If I would be myself with them?
What was too much yestarday - there isn't
Anymore God, and for this I thank you!
What was more important in life became a joke
What was more complicated - simple...
What will my sixth sense suggest me
If the other five I lost while I was young (a teen)?
What was I healed of? The Wound!
What did turn right? Smallness!
But I hope giving up* is a bit early for me
For the gunpowder was left behind on the battle field
For the sake of love we are torn in pieces, but
Our strong desire was not to crawl, and yes, to fly!
 
[Chorus]
We die for the sake of love, we are torn in pieces, but
My strong desire was not to crawl, and yes, to fly!
Higher in the skies to fly, in silence to fly
As if flying is nothing dull, flying around the entire planet!
Higher in the skies to fly, in silence to fly
As if flying is nothing dull, flying around the entire planet!
 
[2 Verse]
What does make me strong? The son of mine!
What does make me weak? The lips!
What will I not bow to you? The back!
What we find today, we lose it tomorrow!
What do I have in my pockets? Fingers!
What will I have for breakfast? Books!
What does half of me say? - 'Give up!'
But the other one adds: - 'After the battle is won!'
What does make me brave? Fear of mine!
What does make me stronger? Conscious!
What did I go through, if I got to the start line?
Only yesterday, but I missed the train!
That we continue to stay hand in hand
What you tell me keeping my lock away
That I began to sing - that is cool!
That I began to drink - that is bad!
 
[Chorus]
We die for the sake of love, we are torn in pieces, but
Our strong desire was not to crawl, and yes, to fly!
We die for the sake of love, we are torn in pieces, but
My strong desire was not to crawl, and yes, to fly!
Higher in the skies to fly, in silence to fly
As if flying is nothing dull, flying around the entire planet!
Higher in the skies to fly, in silence to fly
As if flying is nothing dull, flying around the entire planet!
 

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Ей имя было… Бэлль-ЭсмеральдА… Прелестная жертва любви…[Belle]

Versions: #3
[Quasimodo:]
Бэлль!
Её лишь имя… Лишь она…. Лишь только… Бэлль…
И танец рук её…. - горячая метель…
Она взлетит…. Уже готова улететь…
Но мне… но без неЁ… тоскА придёт мне… Смерть…
 
Она прелестна… рядом слышен звон гитар…
Счастливец будет пить… прелестных губ нектар…
О, Бэлль! Тревожно мне! Весь мир лежит во зле…
И только тЫ… Лишь только ты - отрада на земле-е!
 
О, Люцифер!
О! Боже мой! Мне в сердце пустота…
Она!… Она, во всём прелестная… ЭсмеральдА….
 
[Frollo:]
Бэлль…
Не сам ли дьявол воплощен вот в этой самой… Бэлль?
Уверен я, что плоть моя…. Такого черта… цель!!!
Прогнать! Прогнать чертей, да поскорей! Отсель...
Провижу дьявола… В чертовке этой… в мерзкой Бэлль…
 
Но если сразу прогоню я эту Бэлль… (!!!)
Уж не удастся ведь вполне узнать её мне цель?!!!
Бэлль!!!! Она - преступница! Зовёт желание во мне!
Так вот он - признак!!! Предана она навечно сатане!!!
О, Божество!
О! Боже мой! Мне в сердце пустота…
Она!… Во всём преступная!!! ЭсмеральдА….
 
[Phoebus:]
Бэлль….
Она - цыганка…. Но в глазах её…. пастель…
Тревожно что-то! Где же ты? Моя ты Бэлль?
Восторг в движениях… На камне площадей…
Милашка Бэлль! Совсем близка мне моя цель…
 
Богиня!* Покидаю Вас! Лечу в отель!
Поверьте: ненадолго покидаю!!! ДмуазЭль!...
..............................(Бэлль!).........
[Мужчине хочется найти себе мамзель!].
Но после песнь любви продолжим, 'Дюльсинэль'…
[предполагаю, что на этом месте расшаркивается на прощание перед невестой Флёр де Лис…]
 
[Вероятно, вспомнив о невесте]: О, Флёр-де-Лис!
Я дерзок!!! И Герой, и Капитан! О да!
А потому - сорву цветок в саду ЭсмеральдА!
 
[Мужчины поют втроём]
Она прелестна… рядом слышен звон гитар…
Счастливец будет пить… прелестных губ нектар…
О, Бэлль! Тревожно мне… Весь мир лежит во зле…
И только тЫ… Лишь только ты - отрада на земле-е!
 
О, Люцифер!
О Боже! Без неё - мне в сердце пустота…
Она!… Она, во всём прелестная… ЭсмеральдА….
 
ЭсмеральдА…….
 
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María Clotilde

Waiter, serve me a glass.
I loved her madly.
And one day by whim,
she left without saying anything
and I never knew to where.
 
Waiter, bring me a snack.
I don't know the reason why
she could have left me.
She who always said
she would die by my side.
 
Waiter, go and cook me
a good dish of ravioli.
I never had news again,
a letter, a call,
a note at least.
 
Waiter, come immediately
to polish my shoes.
I don't conceive that she forgot me.
Me who I was for many years
her reason to live.
 
Waiter, wash these clothes.
Then solder that pipe
and check that socket.
Some say she returned
to find old flames.
 
Waiter, you should change
the washer of that tap.
Then wash the floor.
I know I shouldn't
even remember her.
 
Waiter, come on, let's go.
Come to dismantle the car.
How do you want me to drive
with the brake like that?
I can't sleep in the night.
 
Waiter, what's going on
that the mixture isn't ready?
Then come and I'll show you
the measures of the table
that I told you to do.
 
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Amphetamine

Tripping in the sky's vault
Among colors, beyond this world,
In euphoria, inside my soul's kingdom.
 
The land of dreams is born out of imagination,
And is realized in front of my eyes.
The wonderful, artificial world that's been conceived,
Seems infinite.
 
Finally, in the trip's angst-filled hangover.
Darkness seems to flow through my veins,
And my senses aren't running at full capacity.
Palpitation, angst and depressions follow.
 
Life has taken a U-turn,
And now I wish only that the burning darkness inside me,
That the haunting voices,
Would disappear.
And that I can be free of everything...
 
Melancholic dysphoria, angst-ridden nightmares.
Death can only be viewed as liberation now.
 

Weep, O Mine Eyes

Weep, o mine eyes, weet, cannot manage to smile today
Bleed, o mine wound, bleed, you do ache today
My distressed long-necked lute, sadly do I play you today
Weep, o mine eyes, weet, cannot manage to smile today
 
You have promised me, see how many weeks have passed
Passed have lots of Fridays and ended have many visits
O mine beloved, have I anyone else but you?
O mine beloved, even the mountains, rocks have cried for me
Asked have I the guardian, has nobody ever come
Since you left, my sun has never risen, o mine beloved
 
I have no staying power and run out of patience,
I have lots troubles building up on each other
Ten to five it is and this Friday ended has
O mine beloved, even the mountains, rocks have cried for me
Have I asked the guardian, has nobody ever come
Since you left, my sun has never risen, o mine beloved
 
Blows the autumn wind here, autumn it is,
In my garden of heart, dried have the hopes
Irreparableness and lots of damage in my heart
Weep, o mine eyes, weet, cannot manage to smile today
 
You have promised me, see how many weeks have passed
Passed have lots of Fridays and ended have many visits
O mine beloved, have I anyone else but you?
O mine beloved, even the mountains, rocks have cried for me
Have I asked the guardian, has nobody ever come
Since you left, my sun has never risen, o mine beloved
 
Have I no staying power, have I run out of patience,
Have I a peck of troubles
Ten to five it is and this Friday ended has
O mine beloved, even the mountains, rocks have cried for me
Have I asked the guardian, has nobody ever come
Since you left, my sun has never risen, o mine beloved