dobitoace

se plimba cerbul printre stanci
si-n curte-noata iapa
si iepurele cade-n branci
in timp ce da cu sapa

dar omul nostru este breaz,
se da cu sania-n pom
si vine calul cel viteaz
si-l face si mai om

avem nevoie de cartuse
de george si de marcu
ca sa de scape de capuse
si-apoi...duca-se dracu'

suntem scapati de cei tirani
dar cel fara de suflet
a fost un timp si marinar
si-acum ne canta-un cantec

Torn

Although it's safe for me to say I fade away
The darkest corner hides my face and it's impossible to play,
But I still struggle and I stay
To play the game I came to play.

It's not because I can't admit
From time to time I get defeat,
But it's because I wasn't hit
So hard to say that I'm defeat.

Now I may be completely wrong
In what regards how to stay strong,
But I am here, writing this song,
That means for me that I am strong.

I made myself perfectly clear
Nothing out there inspires me fear,
But the fact that she's not here,
That made me taste a bit of fear.

She sometimes dances with another
He's not her father or her brother,
But they have something one for each other,
Sometimes I wish he was her brother.

I am undoubtedly retarded
For I have left our apartment,
But I'll be back, don't get departed
I will come back in our apartment.

Now, we may always be apart
And you'll be always in my heart,
But until then I'll always start
A conversation with a fart.

Angel for a night

It's ten o'clock,
Outside it's dark,
I sit here and I drink.
Now why the fuck
Did I go back?
I don't know what to think.

She passes by,
I tell 'er "hi",
She wouldn't talk to me.
I don't know why
She makes me high.
Is she the one to be?

Although it's late
We're on a date
We're going home together.
For some it's bait,
Some call it faith,
But I hope for the better.

Angel for a day

While I sat in this old chair
These odd thoughts have crossed my mind.
Have I chosen the right pair?
Is it love really that blind?
Is it how they say it is?
Is it awkward while it's fun?
It's the synonim of bliss?
Does it rise before the sun?

It was fun for like an year
'till i fucked it up big time.
Suddenly everything's clear
I will never have her mine.
We will always be apart
I will never smell her hair.
I had nothing I could start
While i sat in this old chair.

What she thinks about red roses?
What's her favorite cartoon?
Does she even like old movies?
Does she want to have the Moon?
Does she want to be a mother?
Can I really stitch this bind?
You might wonder why I wonder
These odd thoughts have crossed my mind.

She already has a boyfriend.
I don't even know his name.
Why should I go there and pretend
She's the one for which i came?
I'd be foolish now to trash
The fact that I do not care,
But she made this huge slash.
Have I chosen the right pair?

Many say it goes like this.
Many say that it feels strange.
It's something you don't want to miss,
It goes way beyond your range.
It's a face that wears a mask
It's something one of a kind
You don't know it so you ask
Is it love really that blind?

Many felt it on their own
Many took it far away
But it's something so unknown
You must learn it on your way.
You are your own little mentor
But you'll never know what's this.
Now I ask the Love inventor
Is it how they say it is?

I have played so many games
Since I was like five years old
I've been burned by many flames
But they had always been cold.
Nothing warmed me like this did
Not even the hottest nun.
Have you found something that
Is it awkward while it's fun?

Many words are to describe it
Many words to call it like
If it moves you just a bit
It's the same old fucking strike.
If you're hit you will be leaving
And you'll have it all to miss
Even you will say that dreaming
It's the synonim of bliss.

I would like to have her close
To smell her hair, to smell her skin.
She would daily find a rose
I'll take her where she's never been.
I'll be gentle, she'll be dove
We now are two, we will be one
And she will ask me about love
Does it rise before the sun?

Does it rise before the sun?
It's the synonim of bliss?
Is it awkward while it's fun?
Is it how they say it is?
Is it love really that blind?
Have i chosen the right pair?
These odd thought have crossed my mind,
While i sat in this old chair.