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My Mother is Traveling

Taki:
Today is the holiday
My mother is traveling, going to a funeral
I walked her to the door
And then a brilliant idea hit me
 
I've got the equipment and the CD's
And today is thursday
Which means everything is running smoothly
The only thing remaining is to act
 
I called all my friends immediately
None of them was busy
Everyone answered saying either
'Rad!' 'Peace!' or 'Cool!'
 
Now there's only one thing for me to do
I must empty the house of all furniture
You see, there are people who keep breaking stuff
And we don't want to have any quarrels
 
I put speakers everywhere
And I put my CD's in a thingy
Everything is ready for broadcasting
But it's still way too early.. there's an hour to go..
 
I kept thinking, I asked myself
Am I just going to keep waiting?
So I brought the microphone
I hooked it in and started singing
 
My mother is traveling and I'm throwing a party
But I hope she does not show up out of the blue
My mother is traveling
And I'm throwing a party
 
Hope our neighbors don't report us to the cops
and hope the electricity doesn't fail
Hope our neighbours
don't report us to the cops
 
Mahmoud:
I arrived at Taki's at 8
I was wearing Germany's football team jersey
I looked around, found his home became something else..
And the party was full to the brim in a second
 
Bang-up music, it was all Dance,
rap, house, rai and trance
And with every minute the number of people increased
And I was standing at the door not knowing what to do
 
And outside there were people causing a commotion
They've come and they have weapons with them
They made me become so uncomfortable
So I locked the house up with the key
 
And I wrote a paper and hanged it on the door, it said:
'No stoners allowed'
If this talk is unbelievable
Excuse me, I'll take responsibility for it
 
I decided to spoil myself for a bit then
I kept dancing and my friends were around me
Suddenly they threw me a mic
And told me: sing the song!
 
My mother is traveling and I'm throwing a party
But I hope she does not show up out of the blue
My mother is traveling
And I'm throwing a party
 
Hope our neighbors don't report us to the cops
and hope the electricity doesn't fail
Hope our neighbours
don't report us to the cops
 
Mikie:
I've been waiting for this party
I took my car and came with it
Because of the extreme traffic around it
I couldn't find a single spot to park
 
So I left it by the pavement
And the view was sweet out there
There were a lot of high-class looking boys
Sweet girls that are so humerous
 
And inside there was an entire new universe
The sky was raining songs
And as I was standing there dancing
I saw a bunch of girls I like
 
I knew one of them
But I didn't really like her much
So I said, it's okay, I'll get in her good books
So I can dance with her friends!
 
And the morning rose
and all the people around us left
We kept arranging and organizing things
And then we drummed and sang
 
My mother is traveling and I'm throwing a party
But I hope she does not show up out of the blue
My mother is traveling
And I'm throwing a party
 
Hope our neighbors don't report us to the cops
and hope the electricity doesn't fail
Hope our neighbours
don't report us to the cops
 
Let me know if you have any questions about my translation. Good luck.
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Солнце закрыто

Я верю тому, что вижу
И вижу темноту вокруг себя
Белое есть белое
Чёрное есть чёрное
Никто меня больше не обманывает
Я верю тому, что вижу
И я вижу белое в моих глазах
Даже ни свет и ни голос
Солнце уже не живое
 
Солнце закрыто, солнце закрыто
На устах того, кто любил меня
Иллюзия минуты
Солнце закрыто только для меня
Всё закончилось
Моя земля без любви
Без дождя и без ветра
 
Солнце закрыто, солнце закрыто
Солнце закрыто только для меня
Солнце закрыто, солнце закрыто
Солнце закрыто только для меня
 
Я верю в то, что вижу
И вижу темноту вокруг себя
День закончился, ночь пришла
Но время никогда не проходит
 
Солнце закрыто, солнце закрыто
На устах того, кто любил меня
Иллюзия минуты
Солнце закрыто только для меня
Всё закончилось
Моя земля без любви
Без дождя и без ветра
 
Солнце закрыто, солнце закрыто
Солнце закрыто только для меня
Солнце закрыто, солнце закрыто
Солнце закрыто только для меня
 
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Костяника

На берегу костяника
Созрела, налилась, поспела
На, милый мой, попробуй
Ах, как же вкусно!
 
Костяника, костяника
Такие разные плоды
Любовь - она что ни говори,
Тайна, хранимая в сердце
 
Давай спустимся к берегу,
Костяники сыплются на землю,
Почему только эта любовь,
Кажется такой волшебной?
 
Давай, вместе собирать,
На зиму запасёмся,
Любви верными оставшись,
В сердце сохраним
 
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It looks like love

If it's not because of love
It does look like it
This encore is still the same words
It's the same chorus
It's the same need of caress
The pleasure rediscovered
The pleasure one would like to share
 
If it's not because of love
It does look like it
Heart side, lesson side
Nothing changed
A glance, a smile
Chills, sighs, caresses
All these [useless] things that day after day
Make it seem like love
 
It looks like love
 
A glance, a smile
Chills, sighs, caresses
All these [useless] things that day after day
Make it seem like love
 
It looks like love
It looks like love
 
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All for me

So many workers working,
giving up their lives
without ever seeing the light.
So many children begging,
or that one who's selling
in some bus.
So many families who can't
make the ends meet and prepare
their emigration plan.
Thousands of workers who work
to an unbearable beat
......and it's all for me.
 
So much misery, so much
lack of life jumping
at my sight everywhere.
So many families begging
to God because they can't
pay the rent.
So much disgrace for the poor,
who when he gets the paycheck
he can't redeem
all the bills I placed,
because what he produces
.......is all for me.
Is all for me.
Is all for me.
 
All for me.
 
So much poverty suffered
by the people who think
the want to live better.
So many increases in the prices.
Life is a trapeze
for the worker.
So much wealth produced
that never in his life
his producer will see,
because it goes to my profit
and the law gives me the right
..........to use it for myself.
 
So much packed garbage
of safe sell
by the publicity.
So many ways of disturbing
at the expense of the crude
popular innocence.
The gods who listen to my prayer
send me the outcasts
of our society
for Manos a la Obra
make a work
........just for me.
Just for me.
Just for me.
 
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