Ma rogi sa scriu cuvinte
Pe care le-as pastra doar pentru tine,
Si simti ca tot ce am in minte
E-n suflet pentru tine.
Ti-e dor de ce nu as putea pastra
Din tine si de tot ce am avut,
Asa ca in privirea ta
Vad tot ce noi nu am putut
Avea, spune, simti si imparti.
Uneori mai cred ca suntem doua parti
Ale intregului ce s-a imprastiat in lume.
Spune-mi, mai stii sa-mi zici pe nume?
Welcome to the club,
We’re all human and in pain,
We have no end and no beginning,
No way to gain
People or money,
We are just drinking.
This is a game,
We play it all the same.
When 27 calls,
I will be there.
Pick up the phone,
God damn it!
It’s chilly on this throne,
And I am almost gone.
I think I’ll quit.
Norii sunt vata de zahar
Cu gust de soare
Si aroma de ciocolata.
Speranta nu moare
Decat cateodata.
Viata e doar un bazar.
I’m knocking and knocking at your door.
You’re just too drunk
And you’re passed out on the floor.
I left my sins outside,
I hope you keep the score,
And I have nothing left to hide.
You know my guilts and all of my goods,
You have the key and you prepared my room.
Please, Mr. Saint Peter, don’t send me back into the woods.
Fragments and figments
In a world without pigments
Reality’s gone with the sin and away
I have no place where I can stay.
Bloody sheets and sweat
In a world without sounds and breath
No balance in sight and zero places to hide
This monstrous child bride.
Forgotten wars and words,
In a world with unsharpened swords
These times are waving goodbye to this land
All that is left is some sand.
Pic.
And at the end of the world
Who’s gonna love you,
Who’s gonna stand beside you,
Who’s gonna help you say no word?
After the thunder and ashes,
After a bat of lashes,
After the flood
And all the screaming blood,
Who’s gonna love you?
After the death toll
Has touched them all,
After the skies were ripped apart,
Do you still have a heart
And who’s gonna love you?
After the land met water,
After the end and the slaughter,
After we’re dead with one another,
After the day when there’s no matter,
Who’s gonna love you?
Yesterday’s mood,
Yesterday’s sun,
With ghosts and just one nun,
with words unspoken
And chains unbroken,
Deserted and singled out,
Yesterday’s mood
Has yesterday’s doubt.