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marți, 16 martie 2010

Versuri Nebun de alb - Emeric Imre


1. Acum sunt mai pustiu ca totdeauna

De cand ma simt tot mai bogat de tine

Si-mi stau pe tample soarele si luna

Acum mi-e cel mai rau si cel mai bine

Si uite, n-are cine sa ne-ajute

Abia-si mai tine lumea ale sale

Si-ntr-un perete alb de muze mute

Nebunii negrii cauta o cale

R: Si te iubesc cu mila si cu groaza

Tot ce-i al tau mi se cuvine mie

Ca un nebun de alb ce captureaza

Regina neagra pentru vesnicie

2. Prin gari descreierate - accidente

Marfare triste vin in miezul verii

Iar eu sunt plin de gesturi imprudente

Ca sa te-apropii si ca sa te sperii

Jur-imprejur privelisti aberante

Copii fragili ducand parintii-n spate

Batrani cu sanii gri de os pe pante

Si albatrosi venind spre zari uscate

3. Mi-e dor de tine si iti caut chipul

In fiecare margine a firii

In podul palmei daca iau nisipul

Simt un inel jucandu-se de-a mirii

Te-aud in batalii din vreme-n vreme

Ostasii garzii tale ti se-nchina

Iubita mea cu foarte mari probleme

Cu chip slavon si nume de regina

Versuri: Adrian Paunescu

miercuri, 22 iulie 2009

The shape of my heart, Sting


He deals the cards as a meditation

And those he plays never suspect

He doesn't play for the money he wins

He doesn't play for the respect

He deals the cards to find the answer

The sacred geometry of chance

The hidden law of probable outcome

The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds

He may lay the queen of spades

He may conceal a king in his hand

While the memory of it fades.

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape, the shape of my heart.

And if I told you that I loved you

You'd maybe think there's something wrong

I'm not a man of too many faces

The mask I wear is one

Those who speak know nothing

And find out to their cost

Like those who curse their luck in too many places

And those who fear are lost.

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart

That's not the shape of my heart.