Tekst :

You re tired and you re poor,
you long to be free,
but in this Godforsaken land
you find no home, no family
on the many roads that you ve wandered
since the day of your birth.
You ve become one of the last,
lonely and wretched.

Your hair is matted,
your face and hands are dirty,
and the years that you ve toiled
must number somewhere near thirty.
The deepening of a sadness
broke finally into madness.
You are truly one of the last,
lonely and wretched.

Your eyes are wild and frightening
at the same time they are blessed
and I wonder if God died,
turned his back or only just rested.
And you walked out on the seventh day
through the big gates and on your way
to become one of the last,
lonely and wretched.

For once you were a child.
Your cheeks were red,
you were well fed.
You laughed and played
till you got teary,
ran to your mother
when you were weary.

But somewhere you were forsaken
alone I ll not bear the blame
and somehow all was taken,
your mind, your body, your name.
Forgive us our unkindness,
our desertion and our blindness,
with you, all the last,
lonely and wretched.
Forgive us, all the last,
lonely and wretched.

Tekst :

In the time spent in the foggy dew
With the raven and the dove
Barefoot she walked the winter streets
In search of her own true love

For she was Mary Hamilton
And lover of John Riley
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie

One day by the banks of the river
Midst tears and gossamer
Sweet Michael rowed his boat ashore
And came to rescue her

And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Could love as she could then?

For was was likened to Pretty Boy Floyd
And also John Riley
And a rake and rambling railroad boy
And the Silkie of the Sule Skerry

And there in the arms of Michael
In their stolen hour
Loud rang the bells of Rhymney
From the ancient church bell tower

And there in the night with Michael
While he lay fast asleep
She put her head to the window pane
And in the fullness of love did weep

And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Will love as she did then?

You ve heard of the House of the Rising Sun
And what careless love can do
You ve heard of the wildwood flower
That fades in the morning dew

And of the ship that circles three times round
And sinks beneath the sea
You ve heard of Barbary Allen
And now you ve heard of me

So fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Will ever love again?

Tekst :

Coconuts sitting in my hand
Remindin me of my island man
And my island man sitting in his hut
Dreamin about my coconuts

Coconuts floating in the sea
I remember you, I remember me
Coconuts dancing in the sand
And I m in love again with my island man

Coconut milk is like a stream
That comes from the mountain pure and clean
And the man he comes to drink it up
Never tires of the taste of those coconuts

Coconuts floating in the sea
I remember you, I remember me
Coconuts dancing in the sand
And I m in love again with my island man

Coconut flavor sweet and mild
Remindin me of my island child
And my island child all grown up
Out in the carnival of life jugglin coconuts

Coconuts floating in the sea
I remember you, I remember me
Coconuts dancing in the sand
And I m in love again with my island man

[J-Kwon talkin over music]
Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke,
Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me,
And they ask me, they ask me

[Verse 1]
Now they ask me
How you know so much at 17

Lo amero

Guardando il cielo a volte penso che
Sia come un enorme computer
Qualcosa che fa muovere - le nuvole e poi
Le stelle mette in ordine - le stelle su di noi
Ed anche un filo d erba penso sia
Qualcosa che diventa prateria

Bless Ya

Dla wszystkich was bless ya
Słowa pełne emocje podaje teraz, a reszta
Nie znaczy wiele po za tym, że brak tutaj szczęścia
Jak świat długi, szeroki popatrz tam nie ma miejsca
Dla nas tam nie ma wejścia.

A teraz ty wstań poczuj równy stan
Pomiędzy nami równość musi być bez zmian
Na pewno mnie i wszystkim, dobrze...

No te prometo nada

Ahora no preguntes ya cuando volveré,
No insistas tu una vez mas,
Quizas te llamaré.
No te prometo nada aunque sé que me gustas,

Hoy no, no te prometo nada.

Nos vemos poco, ya lo sé,
Las reglas son asi.
No basta el tiempo pero sé que yo,
Por el momento no, no te prometo nada.
Y que he...

Wohin

Es gibt kein Zurück
mehr,
die Türen sind zu
Und Du allein
Alle Würfel geworfen
und die Entscheidung
ist schon gefallen
Mama ich muss gehen
Du musst nicht traurig sein
Dein Junge kommt nach Hause-
und geht wieder vorbei


Wohin wenns zu spät ist um zu gehen?
Wohin...

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