1. |
We stand
03:09
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Dogs!
No future is there left for us
Just an endless wilderness of dust
We`re standing here with hungry eyes
Before you
We stand alone
with our bear hearts
before your ranks
in paper uniforms
with toy guns
you fight with fear
we fight with love
our tears
will lead the way
to freedom
you will pay
believe me
Die!
No future is there left for us
Just an endless wilderness of dust
We`re standing here with hungry eyes
Before you grandmasters of demise
We stand alone
with our bear hearts
before your ranks
in paper uniforms
with toy guns
you fight with fear
we fight with love
our tears
will lead the way
to freedom
you will pay
believe me
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2. |
Sad little robot
03:17
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I ain`t got the time
to find how happy I am
I`m a sad little robot
who cries in vain
for the world in pain
My day is cold my brain is sold
I calculate my desired goals
my words are caged my days are waged
my time is always busily engaged
See words of pain inside the frame
The headlines scream a voiceless call
Computerwomen and computermen
obey your cold computer god
Computerwomen and computermen
obey your computer god
I ain`t got the time
to find how happy I am
Twisted past and uncertain future
a strange road to follow
I ain`t got the time
to find how happy I am
I`m a sad little robot
who cries in vain
for the world in pain
My day is cold my brain is sold
I calculate my desired goals
my words are caged my days are waged
my time is always busily engaged
See words of pain inside the frame
The headlines scream a voiceless call
Computerwomen and computermen
obey your cold computer god
Computerwomen and computermen
obey your computer god
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3. |
Receiver
02:36
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The kitchen tap is leaking
Time quickly ticking
Your life is squeaking
Nothing left to say
Oh I believe her
you would leave her
she`s a friendly gift receiver
so I`d give her
all she needs to pay
for her way back home
some day
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4. |
How to write a song
02:41
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lyrics by ShemZee & Nadia Stefano
текст: ShemZee & Надя Стефано
Ah Yea
In order to write a song
you need to be a survivor
a miracle
a questioner
a wanderer
a warrior
a believer
I`m gonna teach ya how to write a
song
Take out your notebooks and put
down the title
HOW TO WRITE A SONG
Are you ready?
Here we go!
First of all you gotta make your
song
not too long and easy to sing along
you gotta find the right words &
rhymes
the tones & notes you need sweet
child
You gotta make sure it`s not too
loud
make sure it rocks the crowd
make sure your heart leads the way
n carefully choose what you need to
say
But don`t ever steal somebody
else`s song
It`s true that many did but trust
me they all are wrong
You`d better come up with something
you did yourself
you`d better try not losing your
precious self
Oh, please tell me how to write a
song
Please, don`t teach me how to sing
along to other people`s songs
Just let me try n write my own song
Just let me try n write my own
song
Second verse
Second verse should be as good
or even better than the first
But be careful of one more thing
You gotta bleed a little while you
sing
Second verse should be as good
or even better than the first
Be careful of one more thing
You gotta bleed a little while you
sing
Verse three should really be
a real bomb you throw with ease
make sure it`s not too loud n
make sure it rocks the crowd n
please teach me how to write my own
song
It won`t take long
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5. |
From the inside
03:32
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6. |
Alive?
03:56
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Defenders of the faith protect with lies
their comfy corner in a world of pain
Destructive instincts and the power of demise
destroy the light of your everlasting shame
I do not trust no politicians,
no leaders do I follow
I do not care about your life
I do not trust
and I don`t understand your rules
buried alive
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7. |
Vseki den
03:47
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lyrics by Mira Minkova
Идваха всеки ден.
Тя започваше
да говори на висок глас,
той с бас я прекъсваше,
тя се прекъсваше
Нещо мърмореше
за миналото...
Той така или иначе
не я разбираше,
тя му казваше въодушевено
нещо...
Той пушеше и скришом
поглеждаше вестника.
После ставаха.
Той си поставяше
вирната шапката,
тя си прехвърляше шала
и вяло му казваше
чао
А идваха всеки ден...
А идваха всеки ден...
Идваха всеки ден...
Идваха всеки ден...
На другия ден
всичко започваше отначало,
но един ден старият господин мина сам
и целият свят стана толкова тих,
че почувствах, че всичко е свършило
Господи, всичко е свършило
Господи, всичко е свършило
А идваха всеки ден...
Идваха всеки ден...
Идваха всеки ден...
Господи, всичко е свършило
А идваха всеки ден...
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8. |
Choose life
04:02
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lyrics based on the poem "Юноша" by Hristo Smirnenski
English translation by Peter Tempest
I do not know why I was born into this world,
I do not ask why I shall die.
When I was born the delicate May morn unfurled
its flowery freshness to the eye.
I greeted youthful Spring, I greeted vernal youth
and opened eager eyes to see
how life would come to me, beautiful and smooth,
amid a joyous rhapsody.
But no, I wasn't hailed by Spring with merry sounds
and showers of fragrant petals,
instead, a villain met me with a pack of hounds
to put my hands and feet in fetters.
May this, our earth, begin a fiery feast!
May the thunder roll and glow!
Slaves will unite to fight the monstrous beast,
and hurricanes of souls will blow!
I'll raise the banner of brotherhood unfurled,
and I will keep it flying high,
and then I'll know why I've come into the world,
I'll also know for what to die
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9. |
Zavod
02:40
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Ще строим завод, огромен завод
със яки бетонни стени
Мъже и жени-народ
Ще строим завод за живота си ...
Построеното беше съборено
в тъмна доба за скрап от безписмени роби
после надпис Затворено
бе поставен на соц-а.
Благодарим ви сърдечно другарю Тодоре
Навлязохме в прехода
До кокал оглозгани
затъпени от втръснали лозунги
Висшист до висшиста
комин до комин
до един озверели за поста си
Все още децата ни мрат
в отровната смрад
без слънце в задушни коптори
Светът в света е затвор
мъже и жени
ни крачка назад
ще строим з а в о д за живота си...
...
Децата ни мрат в задушната смрад
със жадни за слънце очи
а ние бездушно превиваме врат
д а м и и г о с п о д а
и мълчим, позорно мълчим
както си мълчахме, когато мутрите рекетираха
и поставяха стикери
когато Бай Ганьо правеше избори
когато Алеко умираше
Защо ние живите мълчим , проникнати от страх
Мълчим проникнати от страх
прегърбени и принизени
удавени във пошлост
забързани към нищото на живота си
без Бог, без господар
превърнахме септември в май
но май затъваме в октомври
бездомни и окаляни противни роби
Безмозъчни животни, потънали във себе си
в една страна потънала в тиня
където винаги парите са на власт
Светците-просят милостиня...
Лъжата с истината смесва глас
а над нас винаги бди някой бащица
Ще строим завод
Ще строим завод
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10. |
(Just to make you) Feel
02:33
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anything you want now baby
anything you need
anything you dream of baby
I will do it just to make you feel
any secret wish you`re wishing
any dream you steal
any herb in your soul kitchen
I will cook it up just to make you feel
anything you want now baby
anything you need
anything you want now baby
I will do it just to make you feel
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11. |
Stan the stain
03:12
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Let me tell you a story bout Stan
He was the main man the singer in a rock band
He had a girl named Sue she was the one
The inspiration for every song he wrote
Stan got addicted to cocaine
Sue left soon and that was the end
of the rock band
Angels sing
Feel the sting
Bleeding strings
Stan sold his fancy car
Right to the devil who just another fake star
No more money left for cocaine
Stan found God and prayed in vain
God lost Stan years ago
Like a dirty stain he was washed n gone
Now all alone in a world of pain
Stan started playing his songs again
Man is alone in the world
he said
Man is alone in the world
Without a girl
Sue came back like a heart attack
She was the only one who wanted Stan back
Stan got on her knees again
Praying to the only one who had the strength
to bear the pain
And he was saved by Love
She prayed for him
And he was saved
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12. |
Street walker
04:43
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STREET WALKER*
LYRICS bY HRISTO SMIRNENSKI
You have born in the lap of privation,
Your childhood was useless strife,
Today you dance, your eyes full of tears,
To the tuneless violin of life.
Your implacable stepmother, Night,
Is an evil creature of evil fame;
She tore the narcissus from your breast,
And dragged you down the path of shame.
The days and nights drag on unchanged…
When ugly and relentless Death
Arrives
You celebrate the festival of sin
Beneath the street-lamp's dusky light;
No one can hear the pain in your laugh
When you laugh in the quiet night.
Drunk with illusions and deceptive hope,
With a withered hyacinth on your breast,
You return to your dingy little room to dine
With hunger, your one and only guest.
The days and nights drag on unchanged…
When ugly and relentless Death
Arrives in the chilly autumn of your life
To wring from you your final breath.
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