Holy moly of unholy,
I remember the truth wholly,
I remember tears at night,
Everything was dark and fight.
On the inside, I am rot,
On the outside, I am not,
But with tears and lost and found,
I am worth a half of pound.
Holy moly, shit of ashes,
Look at all the time that passes,
Seconds, minutes, hours long,
Everything I did was wrong.
Love wins the battle,
But not the war.
Inside my heart there’s nothing,
And all I am is sore
From all the breathing and the bruising.
Tell me who finishes this time?
Is it the sparkly angel,
Or devils – hundred, at one dime?
Love lies when you tell me
It conquers with its might.
I gave up all the feelings,
I want to lose this fight.
Ecoul meu e de decor,
De parca nu ai sti ca mor
De fiecare data singura, de dor.
Ecoul meu e de tacere,
Si stii prea bine – din durere
Nu poti naste ce nu e. Parere.
Ecoul meu e trist ca iarba,
Si-o stii si tu, ce doamne! Naiba!
Pana vii tu-napoi, imi creste barba…
Stiu ca gusturile tale, frate,
Sunt cele mai bune dintre toate!
Esti cel mai cult om de pe lume,
Stii toate lucrurile dupa nume.
Si-ncerci in van sa te falesti,
Dar crede-ma ca nu prea esti
Persoana aia cizelata ce te vrei a fi.
Esti doar un prost intre copii.
I had once a war for sale,
A war with flowers
And a war with you,
But all my dreams have gone so stale,
Since I was left here without you.
And now I’m weak,
And frail,
And stupid,
Since I was shot by the Cupid,
And now all that’s left of me
Is just heartache, misery.
Everything is broken verse
In this stupid universe.
All that’s left behind is this:
Garbage with a hint of bliss.
si mi-ai furat o bicicleta.
ai pus-o-n fata portii,
ma pacaleai ca e racheta,
si ca ghiceste unde vreau s-ajung.
nu am stiut ca drumul e atat de lung.
avea o roata, si-aia stramba,
saua-i lipsea, defecte sa-mi ajunga!
nu am stiut sa o repar si, poate,
ti-am dat ‘napoi doara pe jumatate.
in loc de spite si ghidon,
ti-am luat o apa la bidon.
in loc de beculete colorate,
ti-am dat doar faruri de la aro, sparte.
si-mi pare rau ca eu m-am pacalit asa,
cu bicicleta ta pe jumatate, fara sa.
imi pare rau c-am insistat sa returnez
ceva facut de-o jumatate de chinez.
Gandeam in culori,
pierduta in nori,
si stii si tu prea bine ce tare ma dori
cand tot ce respiri
e praf de iubiri,
uitat-ai tu oare
de tot ce-i sub soare?
Gandeam ca e bine,
stand langa tine,
urmand cu un deget stingher de la mine
un trup nestatornic.
Esti un datornic!
Degraba si multa dobanda.
Inima ta e prea mica s-ascunda.
Gandeam doar in linii,
in cercuri. Strainii
tot imi spuneau ca-i departe, sovinii
spuneau si ei cuvinte desarte,
dar fara vorbe si valuri sparte,
se-aduna pe plaja,
si-mi stau de straja
doar frici nenumite.
Mi-e dor de iubite.