Grzegorz Turnau - Płacz po Izoldzie
Tekst :
Szkoda, żestało się,
szkoda, że
nie ma, że
- ech, próżna mowa.
Norwid - ten
pisałby,
Tycjan i
Rembrandt, i
Loon by malował
Ręce jak
miękki sen,
oczy jak..
czy ja wiem?
Wiadomo - oczy!
Anioł szedł,
szedł przez mgłę,
mówię - tak!
A on - nie!
I zauroczył.
Teraz co? nonny-ho!
Kruchy świat, kruche szkło.
Teraz co? nonny-ho!
Kruchy świat, kruche szkło.
No i łzy -
a! to ty?
Szkoda mi,
byłyby
i brzoskwinie.
Biały ptak,
a tu tak:
czarny mak,
ciemny smak -
jak po winie.
Teraz co? ...
... maski i instrumenty...
Na cóż mi
kwiaty i
szmaragd,
gitara
i okręty.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Get out of here
Hey there, Mr. Stranger,
here my song before I go.
I ve got a dream and it s burning deep inside,
and I want the world to know.
I don t have too much time,
So while I m young and feeling fine
I...
here my song before I go.
I ve got a dream and it s burning deep inside,
and I want the world to know.
I don t have too much time,
So while I m young and feeling fine
I...
3 Strikes ya out
{*whispered*}
Love me.. give me love..
Give me love food..
Give me love, so that I can.. kill..
Give me love, because I can.. kill..
He s not real.. (the devil) and she must die..
Die.. (he is the son of man, he is...
Love me.. give me love..
Give me love food..
Give me love, so that I can.. kill..
Give me love, because I can.. kill..
He s not real.. (the devil) and she must die..
Die.. (he is the son of man, he is...
Hort euch den hier an
S.M.U.D.O. von den Fantastischen Vieren
manchmal sprech ich es am stück und manchmal muss ichs buchstabieren
manchmal philosophieren manchmal dinge proklamieren
manchmal muss mein Dee Jot Hausmarke das plattenkratzen demonstrieren
tust du zuviel an meinem text interpretieren
kanns passiern dass es dir schwer fällt dich...
manchmal sprech ich es am stück und manchmal muss ichs buchstabieren
manchmal philosophieren manchmal dinge proklamieren
manchmal muss mein Dee Jot Hausmarke das plattenkratzen demonstrieren
tust du zuviel an meinem text interpretieren
kanns passiern dass es dir schwer fällt dich...
Time to kill
Well, I Was Born On a Dead End Street
I m Cold Blooded But I Always Felt the Heat.
All My Friend Are Dead and Gone
If There s a Hell, I m One Step Closer to It
Somewhere I Crossed the Line
Somewhere I m Lost in Time
I Lost My Soul...
I m Cold Blooded But I Always Felt the Heat.
All My Friend Are Dead and Gone
If There s a Hell, I m One Step Closer to It
Somewhere I Crossed the Line
Somewhere I m Lost in Time
I Lost My Soul...
Crossroads
Sitting on the morning train
Sometimes I drift away
I start daydreaming again
My visions in life
Has been to make ends meet
Out on this voyage I ve been gone
Got to get up on my feet
Like a child with crayons drawing pictures
Then I would turn...
Sometimes I drift away
I start daydreaming again
My visions in life
Has been to make ends meet
Out on this voyage I ve been gone
Got to get up on my feet
Like a child with crayons drawing pictures
Then I would turn...