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Я люблю

Твое есть Царство и сила и слава,
Во веки* у тебя есть власть.
 
Я люблю!
 
Нет смысла в том, чтобы пытаться выковать женщину, довольную самой собой,
Воплотить в жизнь сон и вдохнуть жизнь в серебро.
 
Я люблю!
 

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Lingering Scent

My discovery that even things that aren't supposed to break
can break
was just a bit ago
 
In my room with your lingering scent
for your warm shoulders
I search
I search
 
My thought that even things which have not been proven,
I should try believing in them
is in a city that I don't know
at a time when this little night ends
 
Having forgotten the wine I was in the middle of drinking
With you who were a little tipsy
I had a dream
I had a dream
 
I miss you
 
In my room with your lingering scent
for your warm shoulders
I search
I search
 

Expedition to the Klama Hama

Don't stop breathing
hide the jungle under our threshold
I don't wanna scream anymore
I want to lift off the surface
 
Expedition to the Klama Hama
hey brother, hey sister
 
Don't stop breathing
I open my eyes wide, I hear your steps
I don't wanna scream anymore
God burning the sky, our home burns
 
Distiling a new era sharpening the accurate sword
like the dragon rage over these lands
fierces, escaping by fear of our rank
Tango, I dance in the dark trying to scape from myself
finishing the pact with my shadow
I set off like Aladdin in a carpet
nobody names the bombs, dogmas explode
you kick nothingness looking for everything with the bolo rodo
like a mud hurricane
I take your house I leave you wings without bullets
may your words be the entrance to the Klama Hama
brothas wait for your coming they paint the path with serum
today the tears didn't move they almost dissapeared
 
hey sister, ey brother
Expedition to the Klama Hama
 
Don't stop breathing
hide the jungle under our threshold
I don't wanna scream anymore
I want to lift off the surface
 
This fortress doesn't love anybody
nobody is who cheats, nobody who hurts me
and it's useless to train your trains, there's no railroad here
O've seen lions taking care of our lives
you're wrong before the look of the saga
your little direct hit doesn't do anything
like Chow Yun-Fat my head splits
I have the style, the technique to make you fall
when you're on the floor
I'll give you a hand and a dream
and if you're not loyal a thousand dragons kicking your body
you know, my pain is secret
like the contract of heaven and hell
this is the legend of the tiger and the dragon
 
hey brother, expedition to the Klama Hama
hey sister, expedition to the Klama Hama
 
Don't stop breathing
hide the jungle under our threshold
I don't wanna scream anymore
I want to lift off the surface
 
Woman who comes with me through the clock hands
vision that transports me laughing at the sun
I apologize if I kill my will
today is the day wounded, lost is my voice
slow and fast friend
it happens that I wake up and far
and I add the feast with the rice
the supper burns day after day
only feeds the ill-fed lifeless souls
 
You'll set free the hands that want to reach
to the place where water can be kissed
you'll hear, the words are gone from there
you'll dream of waking up one day
to walk, finding humanity
you'll cry, for what you've seen and you'll see
beyond, you heard a boy silence
his voice is the memory of what happened
 
hey sister, expedition to the Klama Hama
hey brother, expedition to the Klama Hama
 
Don't stop breathing
hide the jungle under our threshold
I don't wanna scream anymore
I want to lift off the surface
 
Expedition to the Klama Hama
 
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Cognac

[Intro]
'-...You know that the public likes you very much, it adores you.'
'Alright, but that's because it doesn't understand us. Because, lyrics, nowadays, the public, the lyrics that are sung, don't, don't matter.
Don't matter because they don't know how to appreciate the work of a poet
They even say > Since when?! ...Too big lyrics...'
 
[Verse 1]
For around this time it is, or should be, already known
That I'm really not trying to be constructive or educational with this
As an artist, creative hesitations bind themselves, first of all, with the size of my ego
As an example:
Today, should I embody a complexed (person) with a wounded pride or a megalomaniac with a divinized nose?
Perhaps both, in random interleaved intervals and punctual spasms of furious writing:
Disgust/ass/goop/god damn this son of a/ procrastination that torments me
I grab a pen and discharge my nerves in this that seems the most efficient way of violence
I concede existence to almost pretty sentences, let's admit
Me, a shadow. With a shade of narcissism with a fertile imagination and pronounced nihilist ideals
If these walls talked, I wouldn't need visitors
One day my plan will be concretized
And your grandchildren will gloat for you being my contemporary
(Nevermind), I suffer spontaneous attacks of ephemeral success
That plant ideas of megalomanous glory in my brain
Really, I try not to think about it, but
I confess that sometimes I can't disguise the slight feeling that there exist lunatics around that foist me to people and explain why is it that I'm the best
Explain it to me
 
Cognac
 
[Verse 2]
I'm wasting my tender age, just watching the time pass until mine knocks on the door
I look at my dignity, like: you're a lovely whore
 
I'd take you out of here, but you love that kind of live
All that remains is to only regret not being to just go levitating
Instead of having to crawl through old streets of such uneven lines
That not even the most flamboyant braggarts, illustrious wiseacres escape the stumble on the sidewalk
It's so much funnier the disgrace of a noble, mui noble sir, in a scene of humiliation on the square
Momentaneous approximation to us:
The shit, shitty, dishonored slag, crippled scum
 
[Verse 3]
I light the next cigarette with the tip of this cigarette
And the following with the tip of the next one
If all goes as planned, after that I'm sedated
Enough to return to leisure
I am Opium itself [1]
This here is cool and not cheesy. Compensates the bad it says with how good it sounds
So good it sounds! Me and everyone, who differs?
I know I'm taking the bait, but I reach the surface victorious, like a flying fish
Really, I've been wasting good quality paper when I should have been writing in the flesh what I know of things
Just listen to the Verne that lies in Nerve, the maggot of the verb, mere serf
Crow on my shoulder that tells me: 'Write'
Behind this high facial expression, dementia burns
'Look, this guy must...' (What?) '...lose nights on this shit.'
You think that's transpired? Splendid!
 
[Outro]
- Nerve, you're being too exaggerated and going out too little
I know she left you, but, listen, chicks are not everything in life
- That bitch nailed memories to these walls
Don't know if I should die or if I change houses
 

I want to be showered with red roses

Versions: #3
At 16 I said tacitly:
'I want,
want to be important, want to triumph,
want to be happy, never lie!'
 
At 16 I said tacitly:
'I want,
want all or nothing !'
 
I want to be showered with red roses,
I want to meet all marvels
The world should be remodelled,
and keep its sorrows for itself
 
And later, I added:
'I'd like: To understand, see a lot
learn, perpetuate.'
 
And later I still added:
I wish: not to be alone,
however remain free.
 
I want to be showered with red roses,
I want to meet all marvels
Happiness should be gently to me
It should manage my destiny with love.
 
And today I say tacitly:,
I should comply, content myself,
I cannot comply,
cannot content myself,
still want to triumph,
want all - or nothing !'
 
I want to be showered with red roses,
I want to meet brand-new marvels
me away from the old new unfold,
keeping most of what expected
 
I want
I want....
 
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