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Gică Petrescu – Uite-așa aș vrea să mor
I Would Like To Die Like This
I would like to die like this
With the glass next to me
With a Cobzar* next to me (old Romanian kind-of guitar)
I would like to die like this
In a Pub
To write, when to time comes,
With red wine my testament
I would like to die like thisLets get drunk
I drink, drink, drink,
Lets make a mess
And after a week
I drink, drink, drink
I shall die with the bottle in my handI would like to die like this
With the glass next to me
With a Cobzar* next to me
I would like to die like thisI don’t want crying
I want on my last time
A Cobzar, A Singer
Singing to take my place
I don’t want no sad face
With the nose in their wipe
If I die, I want the living
To party for me
A whole dayI would like to die like this
With the glass next to me
With a Cobzar* next to me (old Romanian kind-of guitar)
I would like to die like this
In a Pub
To write, when to time comes,
With red wine my testament
I would like to die like thisLets get drunk
I drink, drink, drink,
Lets make a mess
And after a week
I drink, drink, drink
I shall die with the bottle in my handSemnal M – La fereastra ta
At Your Window
I see…late at night in your window
Just a light, and I don’t know
If you dream or you’re awake.
I see… the nocturnal scene decor
With the knights from days of yore
Bidding you their path to take.And… I do wish to step inside
To chase away from your bedside
All that’s sad and that’s unfair.
And… I do wish I could assume
A love song with old perfume
Just to hang around your hair.I see… late at night in your window
Just a light, and I don’t know
If you’re laughing or you cry.
Passing by… on my journey without end
I’m welcomed along as friend
Just by poplars old and wry.But, I’ll return again in stride
And chase away from your bedside
All that’s sad and all that’s bad.
And I… wish I could tell you an ode
Or a story from the road
When I dreamt outside your pad.COMPACT- MA VOI INTOARCE (DUPA ANI SI ANI)
After years and years
An 80s kid
Teen in the 90s, do you remember?
We rolled in the walkman “Behind the grey block of flats”
In 2000, hah, already democracy
Today I’m having a déja vu, I’m returning again to my childhood
Because, back in the day, hits, radio, ballads
My family laughed only at Țociu and Palade
Generations come and generations go
From old school to dubster
What KFC, what Mec*
By then a queue was at the TEC brew
I wonder: how much will we run on the earth?
We’ll lie forever, sobbing in our thoughts
After years and years, I’ll return
After years and years, I’ll come for sure
After years and years, we’ll be together again
Our first thought will find us again cryingNow we have minutes, texts, dreams
By then we only knew the phones with coins
At eight we were home, everyone was watching cartoons
Only in the math textbook did we have problems
And we managed to keep up
No GPS, no Google Maps, just the map or the atlas
We had no idea what mass-media was
Telenciclopedia, not WikipediaAnd I kept wondering
How much changed
Did we change?
After years and years and years of running
From tens of compact disks I choose a disk Compact**How much will we run on the earth?
We’ll lie forever, sobbing in our thoughts
After years and years, I’ll return
After years and years, I’ll come for sure
After years and years, we’ll be together again
Our first thought will find us again cryingGHEORGHE GHEORGHIU UNDE DRAGOSTE NU E NIMIC NU E
Where there is no love, there is nothing
They were together for a while
And they had so many tens of thoughts
Should I tell you their story, baby?
But you should read it between the linesThey would have passed unnoticed
With their faultless existence
Even if I knew what it was hidding
Both fantasy and lightREFREN:
But where there is no love, there is nothing
There is no sun, there is no life
And I feel I belong to nobody
There where you are notThey were together for a while
Two stranger emispheres
Those two young people used to travel
Through ephemeral seasonsFrom friends, from relatives
They used to borrow Sundays
They knew better than anyone
To transform them into pastDucu Bertzi – M-am îndrăgostit numai de ea ( A very special song for me )
I have only fallen in love with her
I who always wanted another and another background
I who was saying „I miss”, too easily and to anyone
Hardly when she left crying and she wasn’t mine anymore
I have only fallen in love with herI who arrived at home with a formal smile
Monotonous, saying the same trivial monologue
„She left” I told to myself, but it wasn’t like that
I only loved her.I feel like I can not breathe without her
The house is empty without her
In what could I believe now
I would give anything just to turn her back from the way.I have only catch sight of her for a moment, on a street
Talking to her and getting closer to her was in vain
She, who used to wait for me, crying, when I forgot to come home
(She )was looking at me now like I was a strangerIt has been so long since she left
But only now she is truly dear to me
Only now, when she lives just in my thought
I love her more than everI feel like I can not breathe without her
The house is empty without her
In what could I believe now
I would give anything just to turn her back from the way.I feel like I can not breathe without her
The house is empty without her
In what could I believe now
I would give anything just to turn her back from the way.I who always wanted another and another background
I who was saying „I miss”, too easily and to anyone
Hardly when she left crying and she wasn’t mine anymore
I have only fallen in love with herOnly when she left crying and she wasn’t mine anymore
I have only fallen in love with her
Yes, yes,
I have only fallen in love with her
I have only fallen in love with herDucu Bertzi & Friends – Când s-o mpărţit norocul
When happiness was shared
And sometimes it happens to me, my love,
And sometimes it happens to me,
To throw the knife to the stone,
To throw the knife to the stone, my love.So that fire arises out of the stone, oh my love,
So that fire arises out of the stone,
Because I’m unlucky in life,
Because I’m unlucky in life, oh my love.When happiness was shared, oh my love,
When happiness was shared,
I was at work,
I was at work, oh my love.And for everyone it was with the carriage, my love,
And for everyone it was with the carriage,
Only for me it was with a glass,
Only for me it was with a glass, my love.And this wasn’t even full, oh my love,
And this wasn’t even full,
Half of it was poison,
Half of it was poison, oh my love.And this wasn’t even full, oh my love,
And this wasn’t even full,
Half of it was misfortune,
Half of it was misfortune, oh my love.May the sky be high and clear, oh my love,
May the sky be high and clear,
At my side clouds are coming,
At my side clouds are coming, oh my love.May the sky be high and starry, oh my love,
May the sky be high and starry,
At my side clouds are always there,
At my side clouds are always there, oh my love.And so I have another idea, oh my love,
And so I have another idea,
To cross the woods while singing,
To cross the woods while singing, oh my love.Nicu Alifantis- Ce bine ca eşti!
Nicu Alifantis – How good that you’re there
Bring me to happiness high above
Hit my temple with stars until
my world gets bigger and becomes endless,
that it forms a column or something else
a lot higher and a lot closerHow good that you’re there, what a surprise I’m here!
Two different songs, hitting each other, blending together,
Two colors which have never seen each other before
One very low, turned towards the earth
One very high, almost broken
Caught by emotions, this uncomparable fight
of the miracle you are, of the hazard I am.Valeriu Sterian-Cantec de oameni
Song about people
My thoughts are often taking me
Back throught centuries,
So I can understand the history
Of this special nation.Hey, here, where we are
On this land,
Good people have lived,
Good people are still living.And everything from inside us,
Love or pain,
It’s from our ancestors,
And what you inherit from you ancestors never fades away.Hey, here, where we are
On this land,
Good people have lived,
Good people are still living.It’s time to understand
The history of tomorrow,
It’s time to understand
That bread gives birth to bread.1Hey, here, where we are
On this land,
Good people have lived,
Good people are still living.Vali Sterian – Iluzia Unei Insule
Illusion of an Island
Tonight is departure to my island
A carriage made of walnut waits for you at the steps
Again, wear thick clothing and do not be late
Because you might have to defend yourself against police dogsDo not make problems, the carriage driver is dead
And the horses are dead, and the carriage is dead…We will run without witnesses into I don’t know what haven
In my island, at five, heads are cracked.
Do not make problems, the carriage driver is dead
And the horses are dead, and the carriage is dead.Over there, will arise monstrous children
Lackeys, metallic and dirty, will sneer
They will cram us with news of old men and ancestors
Tick tack telegraph wet cadaversThey will shoot three color films, from the evil eye
And will send into the cosmos for years on end…As though in glass vessels putting into each an eye
The fourth eye for keeping us in the building
Will shoot three color films, from the evil eye
And will send into the cosmos for years on endDo not make problems, it’s the middle of summer
It’s the middle of winter, a strange story
Again when you will climb into it, fruitlessly you will take fright
The carriage will seem to you like it is deadIt’s just illusion, I am on the other side
You wait with torches four thousand six hundred…In vain you are bewildered because it snows forever
Because guards on the road smoke silently
It’s just illusion, I am on the other side
You wait with torches four thousand six hundred…Come on come and climb in, and say something
The carriage driver is dead, he has blood from crutches*
You wait without witnesses in my island
I have clothes of walnut wood, they are almost a carriageAnd whether or not you see things the way I have found them
You know that, in my island, actually they are
The mound is another fresh grave
Stretch out your foot and step, baby!And this is everything. Departure is tonight.
The phantom carriage waits at the steps.Valeriu Sterian — Amintire cu haiduci
Memory with Hajduks
In the green forest their tracks are no longer fading,
There’s no sign of a horse
By the springs there are no more
Shadows of hajduks ridingWhere did they go when
Their glory years ended ?
Where are the guns ? Where are the daggers ?
Their horses and their rifles ?By the road they are no longer
Killing a scoundrel or two
Taking all his money for the peasants
For the poor and needyWhere did they go when
Their glory years ended ?
Where are the guns ? Where are the daggers ?
Their horses and their rifles ?Ohh my oh my ..that brings memories :-))) . Thank you, love it 🤗🤘🔥
Apocalyptica feat. Belize Ryd of Amaranth What we’re up against
The Pretty Reckless – Only love can save me now
Dorothy – Black Sheep
So let’s see what we can get from those 5 objects…mmm it will take time with my english ^^ ..
Once upon the time…in a village among the hills there lived a little mice named Mimi. Now Mimi was that kind of mice that was allways looking for adventure. Usually her curiosity allways led her to discover new experiments and exciting moments.
One day Mimi hears some rumors about a misterious mouse living in an attic of an old house in a village . The rummours was about the fact that the moust delicious cheese in the entire region was to be found there. Mimi thinked a bit , annalized the situation and energetic how she was she decided to start a journey towards the magic place that she heard so much about.
Whit her salt filled with salt and pepper, grabing her travel gloves happily marching whistling and dancing her way towards trough the fresh grass . She finnaly arrived at the house she heared so much about. Before she lay the path to the adventure that it will change her entire life walking on a dark and dusty corridor she discovered the perfect mouse trap. A giant rolling pin that will make the fearless mouse to tremble with fear but for Mimi it was just an obstacle beeing used to all kind of challenges in her life.
With her clever mind succesfully avoided the rolling pin and pressed on trough tangled wires and long forgiten bullets . And for that miraculous tempting cheese was just a step away to make her senses sharpen.
When she arrived to the attic and incredible sight greeted her , shelfs with a feast of preserved meat and dried fruits , with golden yellow cheese that was stealing her the entire attention. But not far away from it she noticed a small shiny ball ..outside..it was drizzling lightly and sun filter ring trough windows played with shadow cast her cloak meant to hide from prying eyes.
The thick fabric of Mimi’s blouse git damp and even her glasses was starting to get fogging gently but still she smiled mischievously seeing how close this wonderfull dream of hers is.
Now all that remained was a well trowned ball…With brave thoughts and a racing heart, hunger was propelling her forward . Mimi took aim at the nearby shiny ball. Once engaged in sword plays with the aged bed, the spirited rolling pinn played friendly tricks and marveled at the art full effects of the trap!
Finnaly, Mimi succesfully hit the ball in to the trap and miraculously a loud ticking sound was heard. At that moment a secret staircaase opened up, revealing a hidden room filled with sparkling wine bottles.
The intimate and misterious atmosphere revealed the key detail she needed to aquire the delicious cheese – special wine.With eyes glowing with excitement and joy Mimi took one of the wine bottles and pulled out a black towel from her back pack tying it around her aggile muzzle. It was allways an antique tradition to warm up one’s whiskers before indulging in delicate feasts…
And so Mimi savored each piece of cheese while enjoying tasty wine from the cellars of that old wanderlust house. In such an adventure was the story of daring Mimi who managed to follow the scent of cheese and managed to nourish bith her appetite and her soul .
For the next story ..5 random words ^^
Lighter , oranges , piano, ball , fingers
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