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Igloo

The clouds collapse on my head
The sea swallows my feet
The wind, like a dirty traitor,
Amuses itself by making me fold
And well, I lose the map
Without ever really finding my place again
 
I wander like an amnesic phantom
In the damned streets of Limoilou
Under the eyes of the plastic owl
In Basse-Ville, there lies my igloo
 
Without seeing or hearing anyone
I only talk to myself
And in the night I leave the debate
And I try to shut up
I have learned of the cast
That everyone finds their count
 
I wander like an amnesic phantom
In the damned streets of Limoilou
Under the eyes of the plastic owl
In Basse-Ville, there lies my igloo
 
I have never needed you
But all alone, it's cold
My shadow, you can come back
I promise to never flee from you again
 
I wander like an amnesic phantom
In the damned streets of Limoilou
I will burn the plastic owl
And make a river out of my igloo
 

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На твоих джинсах - американский флаг,
На твоей майке - канадский кленовый лист,
В твоих глазах только один вопрос:
Кто мне скажет - почему я здесь родился?
 
Не твоя вина, что ты отца своего сын,
А твоя беда - не уметь быть им
 
Припев:
Не стесняйся - это твоя земля,
Не стесняйся - это Украина,
Хорошо там, где нас нет,
Стань для отца нормальным сыном
 
Ты опять купишь модные немецкие шузы,
Твои уши давно уже привыкли к чужой музыке,
На твоих губах застыла гримаса боли,
Почему я еще здесь - я хочу давно на волю!
 
Не твоя вина, что ты отца своего сын,
А твоя беда - не уметь быть им
 
Припев
 

Увядший лист

Плодом стать стремится цвет,
Вечером сделаться -- каждое утро.
Ничего вечнее на земле нет,
Чем перемены и времени бегство.
Ничего вечнее на земле нет,
Чем перемены и времени бегство.
 
Однажды захочет прекрасное лето
Осень почувствовать и её увяданье.
Тих и покорен стань, лесной лист,
Когда унесён ты будешь ветром.
Тих и покорен стань, лесной лист,
Когда унесён ты будешь ветром.
 
Сыграй в игру, не противлясь,
Просто дай тому случиться,
Ветру позволь сорвать тебя
И вместе домой с ним устремиться,
И вместе домой с ним устремиться.
 
Сыграй в игру, не противлясь,
Просто дай тому случиться,
Ветру позволь сорвать тебя
И вместе домой с ним устремиться,
И вместе домой с ним устремиться.
 

Hard to please

She tells me that I'm always whining,
that I'm like a little kid who would
no longer love his games, his life, his mom.
She says that I'm always whining,
 
that I'm really mean, too hard to please.
Really mean, too hard to please.
 
Back then already my parents
wanted me to act charming
among some friends of my granddad's,
some pharmacists, some lawyers
 
who found me really vulgar, very common.
Really vulgar, very common.
 
Then I was forcibly drafted
in the paratroopers at Pau1.
They wanted me to fall from planes
hanging from a mushroom.
 
I squarely told them 'No, bad plane2!'
Squarely told them 'No, bad plane!'
 
I ran away to England where
I acted the Frenchman super lover.
I died my hair and eyebrows
to darken my hue, to look manly.
 
Completely stupid, can't find my style.
Completely stupid, can't find my style.
 
I got the blues while
writing songs on my bed.
Ghostwriting for lousy singers.
I had to say 'France', 'American'.
 
It really got at me, disgusted me.
Really got at me, disgusted me.
 
Them property developers crooks wanted me
to take tea money, playing the straw man
to build thier blue carboard community flats
for little boys to gamble on them3.
 
I simply set fire to them: serves them right!
Simply set fire to them: serves them right!
 
She tells me that I'm always whining,
that I'm like a little kid who would
no longer love his games, his life, his mom.
She says that I'm always whining,
 
that I'm really mean, too hard to please.
Really mean, too hard to please.
 
  • 1. some town in Southwestern France
  • 2. sounds like a little kid
  • 3. I don't really know what he's alluding to here
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Mooz

Bala:
So, I know that everyone has a choice,
But, I have a dream,
I know that you have a choice and you have a dream.
 
Alem:
The one who does not believe in you, will trample you, as soon as you stumble,
You can not do it this way!
I do not know who is who
But, my heart continues to believe.
 
C/s Асе:
Why everyone so cold?
Why everyone so cold?
Let’s wait together while the sun rises.
 
Zaq:
Borders do not exist, they are only in the vastness of your consciousness.
Yo, I left your house saying it was cramped.
Now I do not sit by the window,
I'm not worried that my fears will cover me from behind.
Either their judgement will crush me,
Or I will pass by not noticing them, even if I do not correspond to their perception.
The more jealousy, the farther I am
But you continue drinking 'tea' from the joint kettle.
 
Асе:
So?
Bala:
So, all according to plan, I will not give up so fast.
Асе:
Is it?
Bala:
That’s it
Асе:
All according to plan, do not give up so fast.
 
Alem: (повтор)
 
П/в: Асе, Bala:
 
AZ:
Mom used to said to me: 'do not sit hugging your knees'
And I still do not understand why I'm still sitting like this ...
We are strangers to each other? Under one sun we are strangers to each other?
In the world, in fact, all the strangers to each other?
Oh oh,if this continues, the meaning of true happiness will be lost!
 
Alem/Bala:
Oh oh, exactly like this this this
 
When you feel alone,
You can breath with the world
Just keep our rhythm,
One love, one rhythm!