Articles #Jehy

I am satisfied
Hiding in our friend’s apartment
Only leaving once a day
To buy some groceries
Daylight, I’m so absent minded
Nighttime meeting new anxieties
So am I erasing myself?
Hope I’m not erasing myself

I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god
But which one, which one do I choose?
All the churches fill with losers, psycho or confused
I just want to hold the divine in mind
And forget all of the beauty’s wasted

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To Aney

This is not new conversation
Many people feel this way
History repeats itself again
In this ruthless world, the killing
Broken people all around
It’s a shame, but it seems to never end

Aney, Aney, you, my unborn child
Sorry, sorry, I can’t sing a brighter lullaby

A new day of realization
Future mothers plead
Let my body be a source for peace
Feeling fear ’cause there’s no telling
What will follow in the years
Lost in doubt and hesitation, forgive me please

Aney, Aney, you, my unborn child
Sorry, sorry, I can’t sing a brighter lullaby

I’ve never met you, though I’ve felt you in a dream
Hearts whispered in silence, you were there
No, I couldn’t assure you, “everything will be alright”
For now, I walk this shadow world alone…so alone

Governments and all they promise
I can see their lies
Now the price is just too high to pay
Hatred, poverty and darkness
Who will bring us light?
Can’t we stop the pain and just start living life?

You, generals heartless
Make your wars, have you no god?
Truth unite all mothers of the world
For love, peace and freedom, we must find a better way
Hope given back to my unborn child… every child…

Aney, Aney
want to sing a brighter lullaby
Aney, Aney…

Всё таки, не могу перестать слушать эту замечательную исполнительницу. Её голос это нечто. Под катом – сама песня+забавные мысли.


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Если столько цветов… Бесполезных цветов…
В бесполезных руках.

Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I’m a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world

Having dreams that no one else can, I cast aside the things I don’t need
Feelings that I won’t surrender reside in my heart

There is still a gap between ideals and reality, even though the shackles of sacrifice prevent my feet from moving
I can’t suppress the overflowing urge, because my heart is very wanting

“Lies”, “fear”, “emptiness”, “grief”, I’m not so weak that I’m
Gripped by all these kinds of negativities, I’m a trickster who knows no loneliness

Flocks of buildings stab into the night sky, look up to the sky in which I can’t see any stars
I ask myself “aren’t you lost?”

The city is smeared with overflowing things
It’s not something that’s unrealistic
At the end of the road that connects us to the future, I want to see what I’ve got in my hand

Closing my eyes, I float on the sea of my senses, and envision it
The day that I have my ideals within my grasp

It’s accepted in this world that “righteousness” has it’s limits; and withering is foolishly the same way
Something that no one else has, toward a crystallization called “myself”

Piercing through simplicity, one day it will change into reality
I want to continue to obstinately believe, it’s just my faith. The absolute truth.

Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I’m a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world

if you are near to the dark
I will tell you ’bout the sun
you are here, no escape
from my visions of the world
you will cry all alone
but it does not mean a thing to me

knowing the song I will sing
till the darkness comes to sleep
come to me, I will tell
’bout the secret of the sun
it’s in you, not in me
but it does not mean a thing to you

the sun is in your eyes
the sun is in your ears
I hope you see the sun
someday in the darkness

the sun is in your eyes
the sun is in your ears
but you can’t see the sun
ever in the darkness
it does not much matter to me

Замечательная песенка, радует меня которую неделю:

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Сначала ты начинаешь задаваться какими-то вопросами и понимаешь, что уникален.
Потом ты находишь небольшой круг людей, которые разделяют твои вопросы.
Потом ты понимаешь, что многие вокруг тебя решали все эти вопросы.
А потом ты узнаёшь, что об это ломали головы ещё древние греки…

Немного в тему – под катом текст песни Юрия Визбора “Лирическая-диалектическая”

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Мысли идут в двух направлениях:
1) Как сдавать физлабы Любови Матвеевне
2) Крещенские морозы, млин – с зонтиков иду…
Через пару минут я понял, что эти две мысли неожиданно объединились и запели “Любовь зарядила дожди-пистолеты”…
Поскольку я никогда не пою и не люблю зверей, мне понадобилось секунд пять на осознание того, откуда это взялось:)

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