1. |
Fear from passing
03:02
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I always run away, when the sunset comes
I’ve never gave bauquets of flowers
I don’t like the autumn, when the beauty is just passing by
I hate watching my beer running out
Please tell me that the perfect parts ain’t lies
Please tell me that the ageing is part of the life
Please tell me that I’m not alone,
who turns around and counts when the sun goes down
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2. |
On a fine day
02:48
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This is a hungarian poem from János Pilinszky, trasnlated by Géza Simon.
It’s the misplaced tin spoon,
the bric-a-brac of misery
I always looked for,
hoping that on a fine day
I will be overcome by crying,
and the old house, the rustle of ivy
will welcome me back.
Always, as always
I wished to be back.
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Egy szép napon:
Mindíg az elhányt bádogkanalat,
a nyomorúság lim-lom tájait kerestem,
remélve, hogy egy szép napon
elönt a sírás, visszafogad szeliden
a régi udvar, otthonunk
borostyán csöndje, susogása.
Mindíg,
mindíg is hazavágytam.
(http://www.hlo.hu/news/the_straight_labyrinth_poems)
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3. |
Disguise
03:25
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I try to fly so high,
that you could find me,
if you want to.
I’m wearing your favourite clothes now,
so please look at me
please look at me.
I am not planning to go now,
so please talk to me
and i’ll tell to you:
This is just a disguise
I am warm inside
I am full of yellowness
’couse i was never enough.
We should go into the mountains
and have a warm house
near the forest.
We should count every trees there
and be together
walking among them.
This is just a disguise
I am warm inside
I am full of yellowness
’couse i was never enough.
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4. |
Out of pressure
04:56
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Out of pressure Sunday morning
Feeling nothing but this soaring
Im alone here in this gray room
With a tought of a beer, drinking coffee.
I hope I’m not the same as yesterday
I’m felling more pain but at least not shame
You think, and you want me to cry,
But I’m sitting here and just melt my love.
Another morning after a boring night with you
Why are you falling into the see of society
Im here singing, sit down and hear me,
What I seek is harmony.
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Cz.K. Sebo Budapest, Hungary
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