Both Sides Now

Nu suntem chiar atat de diferiti...
Ne uitam unul la altul si observam ce nu putem sau nu vrem sa vedem la noi...
Eu sunt eu si tu esti tu
Daca macar un pic ne-am da seama ca eu sunt tu si tu poti fi la fel de bine eu... poate atunci eu asa uita si tu ai tine minte toate tampeniile, eu as avea fata de copil nevinovat si tu ai avea botic, eu as raspunde urat si tu nu ai mai vorbii, eu as fi buna si tu rau ...

Si-apoi ce-o mai fi, om mai vedea

Nu merg nici calare, nici pe jos
Nu sunt nici urat, dar nici frumos
Nu merg seara cu trasura
Dar mai simt in piept arsura
Dorului, prea dor, de ochii tai.
Nu ascult de gura lumii
Chiar daca insista unii
Dar mi-e dor, prea dor, de ochii tai.

Din prea mult, sau prea putin
As mai bea un strop de vin
Si o ceasca de cafea,
Ori mai buna, ori mai rea
Si-apoi ce-o mai fi, om mai vedea.

Nu merg seara neica, la sosea
Nici nu port costum de catifea,
Mai gasesc vreun ban, mai vere
De benzina, sau de-o bere
Dar mie dor, prea dor, de ochii tai.
Nu ascult de gura lumii
Chiar daca insista unii
Dar mi-e dor, prea dor, de ochii tai.


Daca am pe frunte semnul meu
Si daca mai cred in Dumnezeu
E pentru ca-n fata mortii,
Sau a vietii sau a sortii
Mi se face dor, de ochii tai.
Nu ascult de gura lumii
Chiar daca insista unii
Dar mi-e dor, prea dor, de ochii taï.

A tous

A tout le monde
A tout mes amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir

Ducu Berti - focul vanat e gonit de vant


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I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Grey is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for thatBelieve in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars..

Every Rose Has Its Thorn

I'm a creep

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

Zbor

I’m such a fool for you

Pernice Brothers - The Weakest Shade Of Blue

won't you come away with me
and begin something we can't understand
i'm as lonely as the Irish Sea
i'm as willing as the sand

could it be so wrong, so wrong?
could it be so wrong, so wrong?

won't you come unbury me
could you light me up like a lemon grove
i'll save you from this dreamy life
to the hardest love you could ever know

could it be so wrong, so wrong?
could it be so wrong, so wrong?

but don't cry baby,
please don't cry baby
i'll be tender til the day i die

this love i have for you is terrible and true
how this sheltered loveless life
fades into the weakest shade of blue

its ruinous and true
how this sheltered loveless life
fades into the weakest shade of blue
weakest shade of blue

could it be so wrong, so wrong?
could it be so wrong, so wrong?

but don't cry baby,
please don't cry baby
i'll be tender til the day i die

this love i have for you is terrible and true
how this sheltered loveless life
fades into the weakest shade of blue

weakest shade of blue...

I miss you

Somebody

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody

I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now

Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody

I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see