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No Woman No Cry
Bob Marley

No woman no cry, no woman no cry
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
Say, say, say I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
Obba, obba, observing the hypocrites
As we would mingle
With the good people we meet
Good friends we have,
Oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way
In this great future,
You can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I say

No woman no cry, no woman no cry
Little darling, don't shed no tears,
No woman no cry
Say I remember when we use to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Gorgie would make the fire lights
As it was, log would burnin'
Through the nights
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on thru
Oh, while I'm gone

Everything 's gonna be alright,
Everything 's gonna be alright
Everything 's gonna be alright,
Everything 's gonna be alright
No woman no cry,
No, no woman no cry
Oh, my little sister
Don't shed no tears
No woman no cry

Sopor Aeternus
There was a country by the sea

There was a country by the sea, but I cannot say for certain, whether it was part of a lonely isle, or merely some coastal region.
A landing-stage of rotten blanks stretched carefully into the waves, and for one moment I did wonder, what frightening purpose it might serve.O, heavy, roaring, endless seas, what secrets does this rage entomb? Have ancient memories or hungry ghosts, gathered all their strength, to call for this storm?
Deep-seated gardens, almost a labyrinth, walled in by ruins and rocks ivy-clad, perhaps this strange place had once been a palace, where now viole(n)t bushes bear dark thorns instead.[/color]A young boy was taking me by the hand and unerringly he was leading me down below the gardens, which I hardly remembered, the moment I took the first step underground.
We came to a room with only small windows, and to my suprise I could somehow still hear, though reduced to a murmur, now chant-like and humming, to once savage voice of the roaring sea.[/color]
[b]The boy has built a catacomb,
he is living in a tomb,
below the ground,
where there's no sound,
he is hiding, from the world.

Something resembling an altar was built there, a secret overshadowed structure and use, underneath, in inanimate self-contemplation, lay a jet-black mass of coal-like granules.
Yet, this dark material had an unearthly lightness, and when I touched it, to feel what it was, it did seem to totally ignore my presence ...-without leaving a trace, it came trickling off.
Then out of a sudden from under the barrow something, appeared, unexpectedly: it was the bones of the little boy's mother, which he had placed with greatest care underneath
There must have been something in my look(s), 'cause the little boy started to speak, and to my unvoiced Question of why he had done this, he answered these words to me:
"This is the only way I can be save from her, only this can guarantee, that she will not rise again, because when she does, she is always following me.
There's just no alternative, I cannot escape from her, because as soon as I try, she will get up again, merely to haunt me...-oh, believe me, I have tried numerous times!But here in these vaults I have finally found something that works like a seal, these jet-black granules do keep me from harm, and her bones can no longer hurt me.
Piled up in a certain, specific form, all the remains must be covered with it, then everything keeps still and for a brief moment I can pretend, that she does not exist.[/color]Yet, all the time I must be on my guards, because now and then it can happen indeed, that frequently the earth does tremble and shaken, and some of the stones are Starting to slip.

So, constantly I have to control the barrow, the jet-black darkness of the coal-like mass, in order to be there, to repair the damage, to pile all back safely and to replace..."[/color]
[b]The boy has built a catacomb,
he is living in a tomb.
below the ground,
where there's no sound,
he is hiding from the (terrible) world.

[b]It took me a while to realism that we all have secrets and fears ...- is it then a surprise that we close our minds from the pain that is causing these tears ?

Òðóäíî ñêàçàòü.... ìíîãî ÷åãî.

Èç ïîñëåäíåãî ÷òî ïîíðàâèëîñü, ýòî áðèòàíñêàÿ ãðóïïà Scissor Sisters...
Íó è Franz Ferdinand, êîíå÷íî....

Snake Skin - Cinderella.

Äà, Òèëî Âóëüôà òàì íå óçíàòü

Upsar
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à ìíå ñåé÷àñ âîò ýòî


Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.


Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.


Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Where troubles melt like lemon drops.
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.


Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly,
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then, oh why can't I?


If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow,
Why oh why can't I?

Áðàìñ, Ãëèíêà, Øåñòàêîâè÷.......... (IMG:http://4allforum.com/style_emoticons/default/icon_smile.gif)

Âîâèê 1 ïîñëåäíèé, ïî-ìîåìó, âñå-òàêè ÷åðåç Î. ïî-ïðåæíåìó íå ñìåþñü (IMG:http://4allforum.com/style_emoticons/default/icon_wink.gif)

Îõ, áàëäåþ....
...è, âïðî÷åì, äàâíî óæå...
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TIZIANO FERRO

"Rosso Relativo"

La voglia scalpitava, strillava, tuonava .. cantava ..
Da notte fonda nel petto di ... Paola .. oh .. Paola ..
La noia quella sera era troppa e cervava, chiamava
200 principi e invece lei era la dama del castello

Il tuo e' un rosso relativo
Senza macchia d'amore ma adesso
Cantera' dentro di te
Per la gran solitudine e ...
Forza ... amati per questa sera
Che domani torni in te ma
Non ti diverte perché
Vuoi qualcosa di piu' facile

La timidezza c'era ma svaniva, scappava di notte .. si dileguava
Dagli occhi di .. Paola .. oh .. Paola
Giocava a rimpiattino nascondeva e mostrava, cercava
Il cacciatore e invece lei era la preda dentro il bosco

Il tuo e' un rosso relativo
Senza macchia d'amore va bé Cantera' dentro di te
Per la gran solitudine e ...
Forza ... amati per questa sera
Che domani torni in te ma
Non ti diverte perché
Vuoi qualcosa di piu' facile

E non riposi piu'
Solo lo schermo e tu (e provo pena)
Tastiera e anima
Posso dimostrarti adesso che ha
Ben altre forme il sesso ...

La voglia scalpitava, strillava, tuonava .. cantava ..
Da notte fonda nel petto di ... Paola .. oh .. Paola ..
La noia quella sera era troppa e cervava, chiamava
200 principi e invece lei era la dama del castello

Il tuo e' un rosso relativo
Senza macchia d'amore va bé
Cantera' dentro di te
Per la gran solitudine e ...
Forza ... amati per questa sera
Che domani torni in te ma
Non ti diverte perché
Vuoi qualcosa di piu' facile

Il tuo e' un rosso relativo
Senza macchia d'amore ma adesso
Cantera' dentro di te
Per la gran solitudine e ...
Forza ... amati per questa sera
Che domani torni in te ma
Non ti diverte perché
Vuoi qualcosa di piu' facile allora io tu scopo

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È åù¸ ñåãîäíÿ ÿ ñëóøàë ýòî... Ì-ì-ì-ì...

James Blunt - You're Beautiful
Lyrics

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
F**king high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

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