Bednyj pevec
O krasnyj mir, gde ja votshche rascvel,
prosti navek! S obmanutoj dushoju
ja schast'ja zhdal - mechtam konec;
pogiblo vse, umolkni, lira;
skorej, skorej v obitel' mira,
bednyj pevec, bednyj pevec!
Chto zhizn', kogda v nej net ocharovan'ja?
Blazhenstvo znat', k nemu letet' dushoj,
no propast' zret' mezh nim i mezh soboj;
zhelat' vsjak chas i trepetat' zhelan'ja...
O pristan' gorestnykh serdec,
mogila, vernyj put' k pokoju,
kogda zhe budet vzjat toboju
bednyj pevec, bednyj pevec?
poem by Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky
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Wind Of Change
Music :klaus meine
Lyrics:klaus meine
Naberezhnoy moskvy
Idu k parku gor'kogo
Slushayu ya
Veter peremen
Letnyaya noch' avgusta
Mimo idut soldaty
Slushayu ya
Veter peremen
Mir smykaetsya
Dumali li vy
My stanem blizkimi
Kak brat'ya
Vozduh napolnen buduschim
I chuvstvuetsya vezde
Veter,
Veter peremen
Verni menya, verni v moment toy nochi slavnoy
Kogda deti gryaduschego mechtayut
Veter peremen
Idu po ulitze,
Davnie vospominaniya
Zakovanny (?)
V proshlom
Naberezhnoy moskvy
Idu k parku gor'kogo
Slushayu ya
Veter peremen
Verni menya, verni v moment toy nochi slavnoy
Kogda deti gryaduschego mechtayut
Veter peremen
Verni menya, verni v moment toy nochi slavnoy
Kogda deti gryaduschego mechtayut
Veter peremen
song performed by by Scorpions
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Latin Girls
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira yo quiero
Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, What's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? What's happenin?
I like Latin dem Latin women (I do)
And they love me cause I'm that man
With cocoa nuts and chocolate skin
I'm that mocha masculine
Feminines that are Latin call ya friends
And call your cousins cause I know you got dozens of them
Marias, Elizabeths, Sonyas and Blancas
When I see ya you can get boned if ya wanta
Yo quiero en I'm sincero
If you never had an ichi let me be your primero
We can hit the channel we can dance the bolero
Have a shopping spree and you can spend my dinero
But...
I wish you was more like JLo
(my love don't cost) Cause love don't cost a thing
So why don't you let this king love the queen of Argentin
Girl you know I know you know what I mean
Cause I like them'
Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero'
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero'
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls'
Latin girls, Latin girls'
You makin me hot girl!
What's happnin' girl? What's happnin? (oh!)
Que un da
Que quieres con mi
Mira muchacha esta es para ti
Latina chicana por mi
Mas finas me gusta me a si
Mira ah, mira ah, mira ah, mami
Esperate, esperate, esperate aqui
We could connect
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mira Danced with Ankle Bells
Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet.
People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law
said I ruined the family reputation.
Rana sent me a cup of poison and Mira
drank it laughing.
I dedicated my body and soul at the feet of Hari.
I am thirsty for the nectar of the sight of him.
Mira’s lord is Giridhar Nagar; I will
come for refuge to him.
In Praise Of Henna
A KOKILA called from a henna-spray:
Lira! liree! Lira! liree!
Hasten, maidens, hasten away
To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.
Send your pitchers afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.
A kokila called from a henna-spray:
Lira! liree! Lira! liree!
Hasten maidens, hasten away
To gather the leaves of the henna-tree.
The tilka's red for the brow of a bride,
And betel-nut's red for lips that are sweet;
But, for lily-like fingers and feet,
The red, the red of the henna-tree.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Ya Shosla S Uma
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Menya polnostyu net
Absolyutno vserez
Situastsiya help
Situastsiya sos
Ya sebya ne pojmu
Ty otkuda vzyalas
Pochemu, pochemu?
Na tebya povelas
Vyklyuchaestsya svet
Ya keuda - to lechu
Bez tebya menya net
Nichego ne khogu
Eto medlennyj yad
Eto svodit s uma
A oni govoryat - vinovata sama
A oni govoryat - vinovata sama
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Mne nu-zha 0-naaaa
Bez tebya ya ne ya
Bez tebya menya net
A oni govoryat
Govoryat et bred
Eta solnechnye yad
Zolotye luchi
A oni govoryat
Nado srochno lechit
Ya khotela zabyt do upora I vniz
Ya schtala stolby I rusteryannykh ptits
Bez tebya menya net, otpyasti otpyasti
Do ugla po stene mama-papa prosti...
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Raz, dva posle pyati
Mama papa prosti
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Raz, dva posle pyati
Mama papa prosti
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma...
song performed by by Tatu
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ya Soshla S Uma
Album: 200 Km (2002)
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
YA SO-SHLA S U-MA
Menya polnostyu net
Absolyutno vser'ez
Situastsiya help
Situastsiya SOS
Ya sebya ne pojmu
Ty otkuda vzyalas
Pochemu, pochemu?
Na tebya povelas
Vyklyuchaestsya svet
Ya keuda - to lechu
Bez tebya menya net
Nichego ne khogu
Eto medlennyj yad
Eto svodit s uma
A oni govoryat - vinovata sama
A oni govoryat - vinovata sama
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
YA SO-SHLA S U-MA
MNE NU-ZHA 0-NAAAA
Bez tebya ya ne ya
Bez tebya menya net
A oni govoryat
Govoryat et bred
Eta solnechnye yad
Zolotye luchi
A oni govoryat
Nado srochno lechit
Ya khotela zabyt do upora I vniz
Ya schtala stolby I Rusteryannykh ptits
Bez tebya menya net, otpyasti otpyasti
Do ugla po stene mama-papa prosti...
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Raz, dva posle pyati
Mama papa prosti
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Raz, dva posle pyati
Mama papa prosti
Ya so-shla s u-ma
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Mne nuzha ona, mne nuzha ona
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma
Ya soshla s uma, ya soshla s uma...
song performed by by Tatu
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ya Tvoya Ne Pervaja
Allo,
Allo,
Vidish' veter?
Nu I chto?
Posmotri v okno,
Nu I chto?
A vchera bylo solntse,
Nu I chto?
Zachem ty vse vremya govorish' odno I tozhe?
A ya avtootvetchik.
Vzyat' I uspokoit'sya,
Zoloto Molchanie,
Radio bessonitsa,
Stantsiya proschanie.
Kto komu dostanetsya,
Vypadet monetkami?
Kto komu ostanets'ya
Nervami, tabletkami?
Za nochnymi oknami
Zakrichit, slomaetsya,
Eto ne schitaetsya, eto ne schitaetsya.
Vernaya, nevernaya,
Tikhaya, pechal'naya.
Ya tvoya ne pervaya,
Ty moya sluchainaya.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.
Kazhetsya, okazhetsya
Prosche ne znokomit'sya.
Kto iz nas otkazhetsya
Vzyat' I uspikoit'sya?
Devochki kak devochki,
A potom - lunatiki,
Nomera I strelochki
Shokoladki, fantiki.
Spryachetsya, rasplachetsya,
Skazhet, ispugaetsya.
Eto ne schitaetsya, eto ne schitaetsya.
Vernaya, nevervaya,
Tikhaya, pechal'naya.
Ya tvoya ne pervaya,
Ty moya sluchainaya.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pokazhi, mne lyubov'.....
song performed by by Tatu
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pokazhi Mne Lyubov'
Allo,
Allo,
Vidish' veter?
Nu I chto?
Posmotri v okno,
Nu I chto?
A vchera bylo solntse,
Nu I chto?
Zachem ty vse vremya govorish' odno I tozhe?
A ya avtootvetchik.
Vzyat' I uspokoit'sya,
Zoloto Molchanie,
Radio bessonitsa,
Stantsiya proschanie.
Kto komu dostanetsya,
Vypadet monetkami?
Kto komu ostanets'ya
Nervami, tabletkami?
Za nochnymi oknami
Zakrichit, slomaetsya,
Eto ne schitaetsya, eto ne schitaetsya.
Vernaya, nevernaya,
Tikhaya, pechal'naya.
Ya tvoya ne pervaya,
Ty moya sluchainaya.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu, ya s toboi.
Kazhetsya, okazhetsya
Prosche ne znokomit'sya.
Kto iz nas otkazhetsya
Vzyat' I uspikoit'sya?
Devochki kak devochki,
A potom - lunatiki,
Nomera I strelochki
Shokoladki, fantiki.
Spryachetsya, rasplachetsya,
Skazhet, ispugaetsya.
Eto ne schitaetsya, eto ne schitaetsya.
Vernaya, nevervaya,
Tikhaya, pechal'naya.
Ya tvoya ne pervaya,
Ty moya sluchainaya.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pochemu, pochemu ya s toboi.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi,
Pokazhi, pokazhi, mne lyubov'.
Pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi, pokazhi.
Pokazhi, mne lyubov'.....
song performed by by Tatu
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
O my parents, I have searched the world
And found nothing worthy of love.
Hence I am a stranger amidst my kinfolk
And an exile from their company,
Since I seek the companionship of holy men;
There alone do I feel happy,
In the world I only weep.
I planted the creeper of love
And silently watered it with my tears;
Now it has grown and overspread my dwelling.
You offered me a cup of poison
Which I drank with joy.
Mira is absorbed in contemplation of Krishna,
She is with God and all is well!
*
O my King, my father, nothing delights me more
Than singing the praises of Krishna.
If thou art wrath,
then keep thy kingdom and thy palace,
For if God is angry, where can I dwell?
Thou didst send me a cup of poison and a black cobra,
Yet in all I saw only Krishna!
Mira is drunk with love, and is wedded to the Lord!
*
The heart of Mira is entangled
In the beauty of the feet of her Guru;
Nothing else causes her delight!
He enabled her to be happy in the drama of the world;
The Knowledge he gave her dried up
The ocean of being and becoming.
Mira says: My whole world is Shri Krishna;
Now that my gaze is turned inward, I see it clearly
Your Slander Is Sweet
Rana, to me your slander is sweet.
Some praise me, some blame me. I
go the other way.
On the narrow path, I found God’s
people. What should I turn back for?
I am learning wisdom among the
wise, and the wicked look at me
with malice.
Mira’s Lord is Giridhar Nagar.
Let the wicked burn in the kitchen fire.
Mira’s God is the lifter of mountains.
I don’t like your strange world, Rana,
A world where there are no holy men,
and all the people are trash.
I have given up ornaments, given up
braiding my hair.
I have given up putting on kajal
(collyrium), and putting my hair up.
Mira’s Lord is Giridhar Nagar; I have
found a perfect bridegroom.
I am mad with Love
I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
Only the wounded
Understand the agonies of the wounded,
When the fire rages in the heart.
Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel,
Not the one who lets it go.
In pain I wander from door to door,
But could not find a doctor.
Says Mira: Harken, my Master,
Mira's pain will subside
When Shyam comes as the doctor.
Whose Arm Is This
* contains a sample of "one step beyond" by madness, chas smash being a member
Of the group
[chas smash]
Don't watch that (scratch) watch this!!
[eminem]
Whose arm is this?
I must have cut it off at the pharmacist
Who refused to ret roll my servitude scripts in the derby sets (sorry)
I'm the old man who lives upstairs and starves his pets
That never leaves his house, cos he thinks his car's possessed.
I hate my life
That's why i degrade my wife
Grab the paper plate to make a sandwich in the state of night
My mother screaming "please hear me, that it straight to christ!"
Meets are in the streets and slap me just to break the ice (what up my man?)
Made a bomb threat with a fake device
Strip you naked twice.
Pistol with you with fortune to take advice.
And if you catch me bobbing my head to some bullshit you were spitting
I was probably just trying to shake the lice (uuurrrggghhh)
Bumps falling out of my head
I'm wishing i was dead
While i'm falling out of my bed
Pissing violet red.
And my raps are returning
I feel the sensation of burning.
The purple use of the germ with the painful release of my yermin
I'm screaming in my saddle "please quit following me!!!!!"
These pills keeps screaming, "please quit swallowing meeee!"
The devil keeps screaming, "please keep telling on me!"
I took the drugs before the cops or they found them on me
(prolonged moaning scream)
[chas smash]
(scratch) wat...(scratch) watch this! (scratch) watch this!
song performed by by Eminem
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Timido
Sacala, que ya viene, esa nena, nena linda...
Sacala, que ya viene, esa nena, nena linda...
Anoche te vi bailando solo
Sin una mujer que te acompane,
Pienso que eres un cobarde
Por no pedir la mano para que baile,
Sudaste, te intimidatse,
Cuando la viste ni te arrimaste,
Mientras que tu piensas y dudas,
Maria baila con un cualquiera....
Sacala hermano ponte a bailar mira que te llama maria....
Pidele, pidele la mano hermano,
No tengas miedo, no seas cobarde,
Si no la sacas a bailar,
Otro vendra y juntos se van,
Juntos se van, juntos se van,
Otro vendra y juntos se iran,
Sacacla hermano ponte a bailar,
Mira que te llama maria...
Chorus: Sacala hermano ponte a bailar mira que te llama maria
Chorus: Sacala, que ya viene, esa nena, nena linda...
song performed by by Ozomatli
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Mexico
(words & music by tepper,bennett)
Mexico, mexico
Theyve got muchas, mucha-chas, amigos
...latin features,never saw such adorable creatures
...love to dig, ooh...the nights here
We live it up and love it up amigo
Life begins when youre in mexico
You never order, water
When you order south of the border
...in to kiss a lovely senorita
Ooh.. the samba, la bamba
...Ill go where you go
Life begins when youre in mexico
Mexico, mexico
Theyve got muchas mucha-chas, amigos
...never saw such adorable creatures
Well live it up and love it up amigo
Life begins...when youre in...mexico...
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Mamacita
Unos en el barro la sancionan
otros con su cuerpo se obsesionan
Ella pasa y no se mortifica
cuando unas seoras las critican.
Llega a la esquina
y se pone a ojear
alguna revista y a soar
Mamacita cada vez que yo te miro
no me puedo controlar
que me mates mamacita de un suspiro
mira qu barbaridad
Mamacita si supiera lo que quieres
yo te lo podra dar
con un beso mamacita qua con eso
ya no quiero nada ms
Por la noche al club a bailar bachata
trae un movimiento que arrebata
y aunque se nos meta en el deseo
ni lo suees to que est muy lejos
Dicen que una noche
la flech un seor
con una promesa y se la llev
Mamacita cada vez que yo te miro
no me puedo controlar
que me mates mamacita de un suspiro
mira qu barbaridad
Mamacita si supiera lo que quieres
yo te lo podra dar
con un beso mamacita qua con eso
ya no quiero nada ms
Mamacita cada vez que yo te miro
no me puedo controlar
que me mates mamacita de un suspiro
mira qu barbaridad
Mamacita si supiera lo que quieres
yo te lo podra dar
con un beso mamacita qua con eso
ya no quiero nada ms
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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Acting is what happens on the way.
quote by Mira Sorvino
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Being is like pretending.
quote by Mira Sorvino
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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It's only at this age that I can say the word 'art' without flinching.
I'll talk to myself out loud a lot.
quote by Mira Sorvino
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I could have seen myself going into academia, but I don't love it; I just like it.
quote by Mira Sorvino
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