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[Roamer]

"River Deep, Mountain High"
Deep Purple, "The Book of Taliesyn"

When you were a young girl, did you want a rag doll?
The only doll you've ever owned?
Now I'll love you just the way you loved that rag doll
Only now my love has grown

Oh it gets stronger as the river flows
Deeper baby, heaven knows, higher as it goes

Do I love you? My oh my!
River deep, mountain high yeah yeah yeah
Do I love you? Would I cry?
Oh I love you baby baby baby baby

When you were a young girl, did you have a puppy?
That always followed you around?
Well I'm gonna be as faithful as that puppy
No I'll never never let you down

'Cos it gets stronger as the river flows
And it gets deeper baby, heaven knows
It gets higher, so much higher, as it goes

Do I love you? My oh my!
River deep, mountain high yeah yeah yeah
Do I love you? Would I cry?
Oh I love you baby baby baby baby

I love you baby like a flower loves the spring
I love you baby like a wrong man likes to sin
I love you baby like a schoolboy likes his pie
Oh and I love you baby! River deep, mountain high

Do I love yo? My oh my!
River deep, mountain high yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I love you? Would I cry?
Oh I love you baby baby baby baby
Oh yeah oh yeah...

Ooh do I love you? My oh my!
River deep, mountain high yeah yeah yeah
Do I love you? Would I cry?
Oh I love you baby baby baby baby

[Roamer]

И една песничка, която от години много ми харесва (а като гледам, и други са я харесали ), а от година-две-три насам от време на време слушам и в изпълнение на "Ювиги" (за съжаление техен запис на тази песен още няма)...

"Българи"
"Ер Малък"

По средата - Балкан,
а по края - море,
после пак планини,
а и Дунав тече

и високо небе,
и зелени гори,
върхове, снегове,
пълни с риба реки...

Да оставим природата,
да говорим за хората!
Да опишем породата -
как се справя с несгодата!

Бедне сме, дрипави,
но не сме просяци!
Силни сме на думи,
но не сме глупави!
Строги сме със едни,
честни сме със други!
Пълни сме с идеи,
умни сме - колко ли?

Зима, сняг и лед,
после пролетен дъжд.
През лятото - пек,
после есенна ръж.

Изкласили жита,
медени плодове.
Тънкорунни стада,
девствени лесове...

Да оставим природата,
да говорим за хората!
Да опишем породата -
как се справя с несгодата!

Бедне сме, дрипави,
но не сме просяци!
Силни сме на думи,
но не сме глупави!
Строги сме със едни,
честни сме със други!
Пълни сме с идеи,
умни сме - колко ли?

[SHOKI]

RAMSTEIN -Amerika http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CNBealx6jY
Rammstein - Amerika превода е на мой приятел

Всички живеем в Америка,
Америка е прекрасна
Всички живеем в Америка,
Америка, Америка

Когато се танцува искам да водя,
дори когато вие си се въртите сами около себе си
оставете се да бъдете контролирани малко
Ще ви покажа как стават нещата
Ще заформим един хубав танц в кръг
свободата свири на всички цигулки
музиката струи от Белия дом
а пред Париж стои Мики Маус

Всички ние живеем в Америка...

Знам стъпки, които са много полезни
и ще ви предпазвам от грешна стъпка
и който накрая не иска да танцува
още не знае,че трябва да танцува!
Ще заформим един хубав танц в кръг
аз ще ви покажа посоката
Дядо Коледа идва към Африка
а пред Париж стои Мики Маус.

Всички живеем в Америка,
Америка е прекрасна
Всички живеем в Америка,
Америка, Америка
Всички живеем в Америка
Кока-Кола, Уондърбра
Всички живеем в Америка,
Америка, Америка

Това не е любовна песен,
това не е любовна песен
Не мога да пея на родния език на майка ми
Не, това не е любовна песен

Всички живеем в Америка,
Америка е прекрасна
Всички живеем в Америка,
Америка, Америка
Всички живеем в Америка,
Кока-Кола, понякога ВОЙНА
Всички живеем в Америка
Америка, Америка

[JaimeLannister]

Хубав текст.

Nevermore - Insignificant

Ours is not to question the reasons why
Crippled indecision repeats the path I once denied
Insignificant, am I ?
The color of sundown,of crimson sky
The beauty that breaks down
And gives the day unto the night

And then one day you'll realize
Just a speck in the spectrum
Insignificant,am I ?
And then one day you'll realize
The beauty that breaks down
never knows the reason why

scan my horizon as blue turns to black
the sky is gone again
and all beneath are born to die
insignificant,am I ?

And then one day you'll realize
Just a speck in the spectrum
Insignificant,am I ?
And then one day you'll realize
The beauty that breaks down
never knows the reason why

[трубадур]

Loituma - Ieva's polka

Nuapurista kuulu se polokan tahti
jalakani pohjii kutkutti.
Ievan äiti se tyttöösä vahti
vaan kyllähän Ieva sen jutkutti,
sillä ei meitä silloin kiellot haittaa
kun myö tanssimme laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput tupput täppyt
äppyt tipput hilijalleen.

Ievan suu oli vehnäsellä
ko immeiset onnee toevotti.
Peä oli märkänä jokaisella
ja viulu se vinku ja voevotti.
Ei tätä poikoo märkyys haittaa
sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan.
Salivili hipput.

Ievan äiti se kammarissa
virsiä veisata huijjuutti,
kun tämä poika naapurissa
ämmän tyttöä nuijjuutti.
Eikä tätä poikoo ämmät haittaa
sillon ko laskoo laiasta laitaan.
Salivili.

Siellä oli lystiä soiton jäläkeen
sain minä kerran sytkyyttee.
Kottiin ko mäntii ni ämmä se riitelj
ja Ieva jo alako nyyhkyytteek.
Minä sanon Ievalle mitäpä se haittaa
laskemma vielähi laiasta laitaa.
Salivili.

Muorille sanon jotta tukkee suusi
en ruppee sun terveyttäs takkoomaa.
Terveenä peäset ku korjoot luusi
ja määt siitä murjuus makkoomaa.
Ei tätä poikoo hellyys haittaa
ko akkoja huhkii laiasta laitaan.
Salivili.

Sen minä sanon jotta purra pittää
ei mua niin voan nielasta.
Suat männä ite vaikka lännestä ittään
vaan minä en luovu Ievasta,
sillä ei tätä poikoo kainous haittaa
sillon ko tanssii laiasta laitaan.
Salivili.

[Morwen]

Something pretty
Patrick Park

Here I am, where I’ve been
I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me every morning.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

Here I am, where I’ve been
I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

[Morwen]

Precious Illusions
Alanis Morissette

You'll rescue me right?
In the exact same way they never did..
I'll be happy right?
When your healing powers kick in

You'll complete me right?
Then my life can finally begin
I'll be worthy right?
Only when you realize the gem I am?

But this won't work now the way it once did
And I won't keep it up even though I would love to
Once I know who I'm not then I'll know who I am
But I know I won't keep on playing the victim

These precious illusions in my head did not let me down
When I was defenseless
And parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends

This ring will help me yet as will you knight in shining armor
This pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water

But this won't work as well as the way it once did
Cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss
And though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am
But I know I won't keep on playing the victim

These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid
And parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend

I've spent so long firmly looking outside me
I've spent so much time living in survival mode

This won't work now the way it once did
Cuz I want to deside between servival and bliss
Now I know who I'm not
I don't I still don't know who I am
But I know I won't keep on playing the victom

These precious illusions in my head did not let me down
When I was defenseless
And parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends


These precious illusions in my head did not let me down
When I was a kid
And parting with them is like parting with childhood best friends

[Roamer]

Waiting For A Long Time
Written by: Stephen Bruton
Performed by: The Highwaymen (Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash & Kris Kristofferson)
Album: The Road Goes on Forever (10th Anniversary Edition)-2005

I've been waitin' for a girl like you.
Been waitin' for a long time.
And I've been waitin' for a love that's true.
Been waitin' for a long time.

I been waitin' for blue skies.
Been waitin' for blue eyes.
Waitin' for a long time.
I've been standin' in the pourin' rain.
Waitin' for you-oo.
Waitin' for a long time.

I've been starin' at a miracle of mysery.
Been waitin' for a long time.
I've been prayin' for a miracle of mystery.
Been waitin' for a long time.

I've been hopin' that some day,
Love will find me some way, yeah.
Waitin' for a long time.
I've been waitin' for a long, lost train,
Waitin' for you-oo-oo.
Waitin' for a long time.

I've been waitin' for a girl like you.
I been waitin' for a long time.
And I've been waitin' for a love that's true.
I've been waitin' for a long time.

I've been hopin' that some day,
Love will find me some way.
Waitin' for a long time.
I've been standin' in the pourin' rain,
Waitin' for you-oo.
Waitin' for a long time.

I've been waitin' on a long, lost train,
Waitin' for you-oo-oo.
Waitin' for a long time.

[Morwen]

Sick and Tired
Cardigans

Sick and tired and homeless
With no one here to sing for
Tired of being weightless
For all these looking good boys

You can always say my attic has its charm
You can always say you did no major harm
You can always say that summer had its charm
And that you did no major harm, oh spare me if you please

Sick and tired and sleepless
With no one else to shine for
Sick of all my distress
But I won't show I'm still poor

You can always say my attic has its charm
You can always say you did no major harm
You can always say that summer had its charm
And that you did no major harm, oh spare me if you please

You can always say my attic has its charm
You can always say you did no major harm
You can always say that summer had its charm
And that you did no major harm, you can always say that
You can always say that, oh spare me if you please

Symptoms are so deep
Something here's so wrong
Nothin' is complete
Nowhere to belong

Symptoms are so deep
I think I'd better stay here on my own
So spare me if you please

[Vivian]

Ballad of a Thin Man
Bob Dylan

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, who is that man?
You try so hard
But you dont understand
Just what youll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, is this where it is?
And somebody points to you and says
Its his
And you say, whats mine?
And somebody else says, where what is?
And you say, oh my god
Am I here all alone?

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, how does it feel
To be such a freak?
And you say, impossible
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

Youve been with the professors
And theyve all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
Youve been through all of
F. scott fitzgeralds books
Youre very well read
Its well known

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word now
And you say, for what reason?
And he says, how?
And you say, what does this mean?
And he screams back, youre a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you dont know what it is
Do you, mister jones?




Как да не обича човек Dylan?

[Morwen]

Song For No One
Ian Broudie

From night skies dressed in clouds
Morning came, your taste in my mouth
I like the way that your hair falls down in your eyes
And you blush when you smile
When sleep combs your side then far away flies

I love the way that you stare when the sleep fills your eyes
So yesterday has gone
Who knows, tomorrow may bring all we'll desire
Tomorrow brings the sun

Kiss the world with fingers crossed
I've kissed the world with fingers crossed
I've been praised
I've been cursed
I've been blamed
And I've won
And I've lost

On waves that fill your heart
The future glides
I hope the serpents in the tide
Are all gone
What's done is done

A song for no one's in my hand
A song they'll never understand

[go4o]

The Busters
Mickey Mouse in Moscow

Mickey Mouse in Moscow pornos sold at Gum's
The Russians all go crazy, their government went punk
Gorbatchev wears DMs, Gromyko looks real MOSH
Instead the international Hymn Bob Marley and Peter Tosh

Forget old Marx and Lenin
Who cares about the old farts
Let's party at the Kremlin
And skank down in Gorki Park

Police are growing dreadlocks, the army's on vacation
The KGB smokes homegrown grass like the rest of the Soviet nation
Red Square full of Burger Kings, Komsmolski kids on dope
Gimme gimme vodka all the Russians sing abandon any hope

Forget old Marx and Lenin
Who cares about the old farts
Let's party at the Kremlin
And skank down in Gorki Park

Meanwhile back in the Western block Russian fashion's up to date
Join your local Brioska shop before it is too late
Throw away your trendy clothes get yourself a new gear
Furcoats, feltboots, furcaps, Perestroika is here

Forget old Marx and Lenin
Who cares about the old farts
Let's party at the Kremlin
And skank down in Gorki Park

Forget old Marx and Lenin
Who cares about the old farts
Let's party at the Kremlin
And skank down in Gorki Park[/b]

[sitalk]

Този текст винаги е извиквал нещо като, хм... носталгия по бъдещето. И колко фантастични сюжети съм си нахвърлял по бележниците само докато съм слушал песента...

Трава у дома

Автор текста - Поперечный А.,
композитор ( музыка ) - Мигуля В.

Земля в иллюминаторе,
земля в иллюминаторе
Земля в иллюминаторе видна...
Как сын грустит о матери, как сын грустит о матери
Грустим мы о земле - она одна
А звезды тем не менее, а звезды тем не менее
Чуть ближе, но все также холодны
И, как в часы затмения, и, как в часы затмения
Ждем света и земные видим сны.

И снится нам не рокот космодрома
Не эта ледяная синева
А снится нам трава, трава у дома
Зеленая, зеленая трава.

А мы летим орбитами, путями неизбитыми
Прошит метеоритами простор.
Оправдан риск и мужество, космическая музыка
Вплывает в деловой наш разговор.
В какой-то дымке матовой земля в иллюминаторе
Вечерняя и ранняя заря
А сын грустит о матери, а сын грустит о матери.
Ждет сына мать, а сыновей - Земля.

И снится нам не рокот космодрома,
Не эта ледяная синева.
А снится нам трава, трава у дома,
Зеленая, зеленая трава.




Тревата край домът ни
Превод от Найден Найденов

Земята в илюминатора
Земята в илюминатора
Земята в илюминатора се вижда.
Както синът тъжи за майка си, както синът тъжи за майка си
тъжим ние за земята, а тя е сама.
А звездите все пак, а звездите все пак
са по-близко, но все така са студени.
Като часовници в затъмнение, като часовници в затъмнение,
чакаме светлина и земни сънища сънуваме.

И присънва се, не бученето на космодрума,
не и тази ледена синева, а сънуваме тревата,
тревата край дома ни, зелената, зелената трева.

А ние летим в орбита, по пътища неизвестни
в прошит с метеорити простор.
Оправдан риск и мъжество, космическата музика
изплува в делови разговор.
В някаква димка матова,
земята е в илюминатора
вечерна и ранна заря
А синът тъжи за майка си, а синът тъжи за майка си
Очаква майката син, синовете - Земята.

И присънва се, не бученето на космодрума
не и тази ледена синева, а сънуваме тревата,
тревата край дома ни зелена, зелената трева.

И присънва се, не бученето на космодрума
не и тази ледена синева, а сънуваме тревата,
тревата край дома ни зелена, зелената трева.

И присънва се, не бученето на космодрума
не и тази ледена синева, а сънуваме тревата,
тревата край домъа ни зелена, зелената трева.

[Martix]

Финалната песен от играта Portal. Текста е страхотен.

This was a triumph
I'm making a note here
HUGE SUCCESS
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction
Aperture Science

we do what we must because we can
for the good of all of us except for the ones who are dead
but there's no sense crying over every mistake
you just keep on trying until you run out of cake
and the science gets done and you make a neat gun
for the people who are still alive

I'm not even angry
I'm being so sincere right now
even though you broke my heart and killed me
and torn into pieces
and threw every piece into a fire
as they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a wonderful line
and we're out of beta, we're releasing on time
so I'm glad I got burned
Think of all the things we learned for the people that are still alive

go ahead and leave me
I think I prefer to stay inside
maybe you'll find someone else to help you
maybe black mesa
that was a joke, haha, fat chance
anyway this cake is great, it's so delicious and moist
look at me still talking, when there's science to do
when I look out there it makes me glad I'm not you
I've experiments to run, there is research to be done
on the people who are still alive

and believe me I am still alive
I'm doing science and I'm still alive
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive
While you are dying I'll be still alive
and when you're dead I'll be still alive
STILL ALIVE, still alive

[ifadriana]

Kristin Hersh, Your Ghost

If I walk down this hallway, tonight,
It's too quiet,
So I Pad through the dark
and call you on the phone
Push your old numbers
and let your house ring
til I wake you ghost.
Let him walk down your hallway
it's not this quiet
slide down your receiver
sprint across the wire
follow my number
slide into my hand.

It's the blaze across my nightgown
it's the phone's ring.

I think last night
you were driving circles around me.

I can't drink this coffee
til I put you in my closet
let him shoot me down
let him call me off
I take it from his whisper
you're not that tough.