Verse 1 - The fires have cooled to embers; the smoke has all blown away The bright sunburst of morning, faded to a muted gray You follow the drifting dust, lilting lazily through the air Here in the land down under, soon we’ll have no earthly cares Chorus - Was it an accident or design, when the clock struck its final chime? When the fireworks lit up the night, as brilliant as the morning light? Verse 2 - The radio's turned to static; the screens, all faded to black Geiger sings his lonely song, traipsing down the rusting tracks You feel the photons firing, slicing through your fragile skin Won’t you join us on the beach, and watch the twinkling stars spin Chorus - Was it a god's or devil's power, when the clock struck its midnight hour? When the fireballs lit up the sky, boiled the tears you would have cried? Interlude - Chorus - Was it an accident or design, when the clock struck its final chime? When the fireworks lit up the night, as brilliant as the morning
Verse 1 - She was a bitter mule, unforgiving and cold She didn’t save a lullaby, so I brought my own I couldn’t stop for her; and so she stopped for me We had a night on the town and tore up Memory St. Chorus - Keep your head down, knuckle on through Take a shot for the pain, and give the Devil his due Oh, Madam Moira, won’t you visit me, too? Give me a whisper at night to see mee through Verse 2 - She sailed a shadowy ship down the river of souls The ramps came crashing down with the bell’s final toll. We played a prince’s game on fields of black and white; And listened to the waves in the moon’s pale light Chorus - Keep your head down, knuckle on through Take a shot for the pain, and give the Devil his due Oh, Madam Moira, won’t you visit me, too? Give me a whisper at night to see mee through
Verse 1 – Five hundred days spent under an iron curtain; Five hundred days under the gun. Five hundred lives spent each and every hour; Five hundred souls who’s race is run. Chorus – Slava Ukraini! Slava heroiam! Verse 2 – Five hundred days knee-deep in brown and crimson; Five hundred days out under the stars. Five hundred miles with just the clothes on your back; Five hundred leagues from where you are. Chorus – Slava Ukraini! Slava heroiam! Verse 3 – Five hundred days since the castles came crumbling; Five hundred tears spilled from every door. Five hundred voices crying, laughing, and screaming; Five hundred days– here’s to one more. Chorus – Slava Ukraini! Slava heroiam!
Beguiling Blackbird - Updated by James-Polymer, literature
Literature
Beguiling Blackbird - Updated
Verse 1 – There’s a pallid bust of Pallas perched above my chamber door. There’s a lantern lighting malice; the body cold under the floor. There’s a cat behind the sheathing awaiting richer Earth to till. There’s my sordid soul seething from its perch upon the sill. Chorus – Once upon a midnight dreary; Once upon a winter’s morn. The casket’s closed and eyes are weary; Make your toast and sail the storm. Verse 2 – There’s a pallid, busted palace perched atop an English moor. There’s wine, run from the chalice; the masker’s monocle by the door. There’s a blackbird beguiling; speaking of Iliad undone. There’s a jingling jester smiling, though he’ll never see the sun. Chorus – Once upon a midnight dreary; Once upon a winter’s morn. The casket’s closed and eyes are weary; Make your toast and sail the storm. Interlude – Chorus – Once upon a midnight dreary; Once upon a winter’s morn. The casket’s closed and eyes are weary; Make your toast and sail the storm.
Verse 1 - It started with a trickle, just seeping through the cracks. Now turn around, what's that sound? All the levees are breaking. Your journey's bloody detour, your map drawn between the lines. Yankee-haters? Free Staters? Know-Nothings, every last one. Chorus - Now Kansas is bleeding, and the shepherds are crying. Now the curtain is rising, and the lambs lay dying. Verse 2 - It started with a tremor, just creeping up your spine. Now turn around, what's that sound? All the rooftops are shaking. Our story's darkest chapter, written in between the lines. Red Legs or Quantrill's dregs, they all swell up under the sun. Chorus - Now Kansas is bleeding, and the shepherds are crying. Now the curtain is rising, and the lambs lay dying. Interlude - Chorus - Now Kansas is bleeding, and the shepherd is crying. Now the curtain is falling, and the lambs lay dying.
My first song in Hungarian by genggiyen-ejen, literature
Literature
My first song in Hungarian
Talpra, Fehérorosz! (Падымайся, Беларус/Беларуска!) Hadd védjük a fehéroroszt (Абараняйма беларуса/беларуску) Bárhonnét fenyeget vész! (Адкуль б не пагражала небясьпека!) Kibírtátok az elnyomást (Вы вытрымалі ўціск) De most végre balsors elvész! (Але цяпер зусім зьнішчае злая доля!) Együtt vagyunk e harcunkban (Мы разам у гэтай барацьбе) Habár sok bonyodalom! (Хоць шмат усялякіх прыкрасьцей!) Fehéroroszországunkban (У нашай Беларусі) Hatalmas a forradalom! (Велізарная рэвалюцыя!) Folytatódik a kocsedó (Працягваецца бязладзьдзе) Barátaim bebörtönzésével! (З заключэньнем у вязьніцу маіх сяброў!) Talán jövőnk lesz ragyogó (Можа будучыня будзе зьзяць) Újjáéledésünkkel! (З нашым нанова ажыўленьнем!) Mintha megéreztem volna (Нібыта я адчуваў) Hogy büszkeségüket visszanyerik! (Што гонар свой зноў яны атрымаюць!) Túl sokáig volt mostoha (Зашмат было нам мачыхі) Végre itt az idő, úgy tűnik! (Здаецца, прыйшоў час нарэшце!) Nekünk van értékes nyelvünk (Мы маем каштоўную мову) Az
Verse 1 - Black trees in a black forest; Black forest below a black sky. Black sky raining down black talons; Black talons ranging far and wide. Chorus - Welcome to the black lands, hope you enjoy your stay. Welcome to the badlands, fall to your knees and pray. Welcome to the black lands, bid all your tears goodbye. Welcome to the badlands, here where the shadows lie. Verse 2 - Black pits beneath a black tower; Black tower crowned with black spires. Black spires behold a black mountain; Black mountain wreathed in red fire. Chorus - Welcome to the black lands, hope you enjoy your stay. Welcome to the badlands, fall to your knees and pray. Welcome to the black lands, bid all your tears goodbye. Welcome to the badlands, here where the shadows lie.
I’m lost in the world in my head,
don’t think I’ll ever go back.
Don’t wanna stay in the cruel “real world”.
I’d rather have my dreams.
Don’t ask me to be a real person.
Don’t tell me to be like everyone else.
I haven’t found my true name yet,
but when I do….
I’m going to be
the one and only me,
the one I always wished for-
who sees the things I seek.
I’m gonna make my dreams come true.
I’m gonna do things my way.
Of course you can watch if you’d like,
but make sure to heed what I say:
I don’t wanna be part of the real world-
I’d rather live