Dunya gozaranDunya gozaran o kaar-e dunya gozaran
Khosh peer shawi, aye yaar-e jawan
Man naghma saraye dil-e aashiq pesaranGul megozarad mausam-e gul megozarad
Maa sheeshta o karwaan ze pol megozarad
Emsaal gozarad saad-e deegar baaz ayad
Taa saal degar omre jawan megozaradDunya gozaran o kaar-e dunya gozaran
Khosh peer shawi, aye yaar-e jawan
Man naghma saraye dil-e aashiq pesaranBegana ghareeb o mulke begana ghareeb
Beemaram o bekasam na darman na tabeeb
Koo madar o daadar ke duwaye khanad?
Begana chi danat ke chi shod marde ghareebDunya gozaran o kaar-e dunya gozaran
Khosh peer shawi, aye yaar-e jawan
Man naghma saraye dil-e aashiq pesaran.
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دنیا گذران و کار دنیا گذران
خوش پیر شوی، ای یار جوان
من نغمهسرای دل عاشق پسرانگل می گذرد، موسم گل می گذرد
ما شیشته و کاروان ز پل می گذرد
امسال گذرد، سال دگر باز آید
تا سال دگر، عمر جوان می گذرددنیا گذران و کار دنیا گذران
خوش پیر شوی، ای یار جوان
من نغمهسرای دل عاشق پسرانبیگانه قریب و ملک بیگانه غریب
بیمارم و بی کسم، نه درمان نه طبیب
کو مادر و دادر که دعائی خواند
بیگانه چه داند که چه شد مرد غریبدنیا گذران و کار دنیا گذران
خوش پیر شوی ای یار جوان
من نغمهسرای دل عاشق پسران
Farhad Darya
Chiki chiki ta
Bate forte o tambor
Eu quero I
Tic tic tic tic tac
Bate forte o tambor
Eu quero I
Tic tic tic tic tacI nessa danca
Que meu boi balanca
E o povo de fora
Vim para brincar
I nessa danca
Que meu boi balanca
E o povo de fora
Vim para brincarAs barrancas de terras caidas
Faz barrento o nosso rio-mar
As barrancas de terras caidas
Faz barrento o nosso rio-mar
Amazonas, rio da minha vida
Imagem tco linda
Que meu Deus criou
Fez o ciu, a mata e a terra
Uniu os caboclos
Construiu o amorChorus:
Bate forte o tambor
Eu quero I
Tic tic tic tic tac
Bate forte o tambor
Eu quero I
Tic tic tic tic tac
I nessa danca
Que meu boi balanca
E o povo de fora
Vim para brincar
I nessa danca
Que meu boi balanca
E o povo de fora
Vim para brincarAs barrancas de terras caidas
Faz barrento o nosso rio-mar
As barrancas de terras caidas
Faz barrento o nosso rio-mar
Amazonas, rio da minha vida
Imagem teo linda
Que meu Deus criou
Fez o ciu, a mata e a terra
Uniu os caboclos
Construiu o amor.
Carrapichio
Mambo No. 5″Ladies and gentlemen
This is Mambo No. 5!One, two, three, four, five
Everybody in the car, so come on let’s ride
To the liquor store around the corner
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But I really don’t wanna
Beer bust, like I had last week
I must stay deep, ’cause talk is cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
And as I continue you know they’re getting sweeter
So what can I do? I really beg you, my Lord
To me flirting is just like a sport
Anything fly, it’s all good let me dump it
Please set in the trumpetA little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your manMambo No. 5!
Jump up and down and move it all around
Shake your head to the sound
Put your hands on the ground
Take one step left and one step right
One to the front and one to the side
Clap your hands once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this then you’re doing it rightA little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your manTrumpet!
The trumpet!
Mambo No. 5!
(Ha ha ha)A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your manI do ought to
Fall in love with a girl like you
Cause you can’t run, you can’t hide
You and me gonna touch the sky.
Mambo nr.5
Djelem, DjelemGelem Gelem lungóne droménsa,
Maladilém shukare Romensa.
Gelem Gelem lungóne droménsa,
Maladilem baxtale romenca.Oooh, Romalé!
Oooh, chavralé!Ala voliv lake kale jakha,
Kaj si gugle sar duj kale drakha.
Ala voliv lake kale jakha,
Kaj si gugle sar duj kale drakha.Oooh, Romalé!
Oooh, chavralé!Kindem lake lolo dikhlo tursko,
Ni volil man achel latar pusto.
Kindem lake lolo dikhlo tursko,
Ni volil man achel latar pusto.Oooh, Romalé!
Oooh, chavralé!…………………………………………….
I travelled, I travelled
I travelled and travelled far and wide
I met happy Gypsies
I travelled and travelled far and wide
I met lucky GypsiesOh, Gypsies, Oh guys
Oh, Gypsies, Oh guysOh, Gypsies, from wherever you came from
With your tents along lucky roads
I once had a large family too
But the black legion murdered themCome with me, Gypsies of the world
For the Gypsies, roads have been opened
Now is the time – arise, Gypsies
We will go far if we act!Oh, Gypsies, Oh, guys
Oh, Gypsies, Oh, guys.Gipsy Klezmer
Ochi chyornye
Очи чёрные, очи страстные,
Очи жгучие и прекрасные!
Как люблю я вас, как боюсь я вас!
3нать, увидел вас я в недобрый час!Ох, недаром вы глубины темней!
Вижу траур в вас по душе моей,
Вижу пламя в вас я победное:
Сожжено на нём сердце бедное.Но не грустен я, не печален я
Утешительна мне судьба моя:
Всё, что лучшего в жизни Бог дал нам,
В жертву отдал я огневым глазам!………………………………………………………………….
1.
Ochi chornyye, ochi strastnyye,
Ochi zhguchiye i prekrasnyye!
Kak lyublyu ya vas, kak boyus’ ya vas!
Znat’ uvidel vas ya v nedobryi chas!
2.
Okh nedarom vy glubiny temnei!
Vizhu traur v vas po dushe moyei,
Vizhu plamya v vas ya pobednoye:
Sozhzheno na nyom serdtse bednoye.
3.
No ne grusten ya, ne pechalen ya,
Uteshitel’na mne sud’ba moya:
Vsyo chto luchshevo v zhizni Bog dal nam,
V zhertvu otdal ya ognevym glazam!:………………………………………………………
1.
Black eyes, passionate eyes,
Burning and beautiful eyes!
How I love you, how I fear you,
It seems I met you in an unlucky hour!
2.[
Oh, not for nothing are you darker than the deep!
I see mourning for my soul in you,
I see a triumphant flame in you:
A poor heart immolated in it.
3.
But I am not sad, I am not sorrowful,
My fate is soothing to me:
All that is best in life that God gave us,
In sacrifice I returned to the fiery eyes!
Marusia
The man who sold the world
We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched for form and land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
At all the millions here
I must have died alone
A long, long time agoWho knows? Not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world.
Kurt Cobain
Personal Jesus
Reach out and touch faithYour own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s thereFeeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believerTake second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiverReach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faithYour own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who’s thereFeeling unknown
And you’re all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I’ll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I’m a forgiverReach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Reach out and touch faith.
Depeche Mode
Come As You Are
Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As a known enemyTake your time, hurry up
Choice is yours, don’t be late
Take a rest as a friend
As an oldMemoria, memoria
Memoria, memoriaCome doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an oldMemoria, memoria
Memoria, memoriaWhen I swear that I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gunMemoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria
(And I don’t have a gun)When I swear that I don’t have a gun
No I don’t have a gun.
Nirvana
La malul mariiNumai tu m-ai întrebat
Tacuta mea chitara
De ce ma întorc aici
În fiecare varaMi-am uitat dragostea
Undeva la malul marii
Lânga cer, sub o stea
Într-o seara de neuitat…Si de atunci, ne-ncetat
Ma întorc la malul marii
Sa-mi gasesc dragostea
Si pe cine m-a uitatLa, la, la…
Si pe cine m-a uitatVrei sa-ti spun, chitara mea
Doar numai pentru tine
Eu îmi caut dragostea
Dorita mult de mine.
Marina Voica
Do not stand at my grave and cry
Sa nu plangi la mormantul meu.
Nu zac acolo in somn greu.
Sunt mii de vanturi respirand.
Sunt diamant de nea, lucind.
Sunt soarele din coptul grau.
Sunt ploaia Toamnei, tandru brau.
In dimineti, cand te trezesti,
iti sunt o soapta la feresti,
de pasari prinse-n zbor tacut.
O stea luncind in noapte-ti sunt.Sa nu plangi la al meu zenit.
Nu sunt acolo. N-am murit.
From Zuzi
Romanian version, Maria Magdalena Biela
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