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Want to cry, want to smile
I also want to jump
Want to call out, want to shout
I want to possess

Thinking of someone all of a sudden
Thinking until the sky is hazy and the earth is dark
I also don t want to see anyone
Want to think through the mortal world

Want wind, want rain
I also want to get drunk (no responsibilities, no worries)
Want to be wayward, want to be right
Want to get drunk (no grief, no worries)

Want to kiss someone all of a sudden
In these months of flowers, wind, and snow
Want to love someone all of a sudden
Want to continue loving no matter what
If I want to distance myself, to imagine not loving you
All of a sudden, thinking until I frown
Thinking of you, thinking of you, want to fly

Love makes one beautiful
It could also make one think randomly all of a sudden
Thinking of this, thinking of that

Want to cry, want to smile (Will the weather be good tomorrow?)
I also want to jump (Want to not think of not wanting to speak
anymore)
Want to call out, want to shout (How about loving all over again?)
I want to possess (I already said I don t want to speak, don t want to
speak anymore)

Want wind, want rain (I will don a monk s robe tomorrow)
Also want to get drunk (Can t think of it, it doesn t matter)
Want to be wayward, want to be right (Beg him, begrudge him, love
him)
Want to get drunk (Don t want to speak tomorrow, don t want to
speak anymore)

The sky has fallen on my yesterday
I watch my moon and blue sun slip away

Everybody s asking questions
Everybody s wanting more
Every time I catch myself I, fall
And it s why you ask me
And it s why I don t know
And i try...

Po rudej ziemi grabarz żuk pomału
Swą kulę ziemską ku jej losom toczy
Po rudych kudłach umęczone fauny
Drapią się chyłkiem ocierając oczy
Doniosły tutaj moje sztywne zwłoki
Abym obejrzał to com dawno wyśnił
Dwór opuszczony deski w miejsce okien
Ciszę tak wielką że słychać ruch myśli

Tutaj był kiedyś Rzym mój Grecja moja
W świątyniach stodół mieszkał Bogów...

Como noche como sueños,
son los ojos negros,
de mi amor Manuela.
Como espiga en primavera,
como luna llena es mi amor Manuela.
Sus palabras cariñosas,
la mirada inquieta,
de mi amor Manuela.
Tiene mis sentidos presos,
y todos mis sueños...

Heavy night it was a heavy night
feels like we come back from the dead
Heavy night it was a heavy night
I cannot remember what I said to anyone

If we get up now we can catch the afternoon
Watch the under 15s playing football in the park
Let’s...

Tańczysz z nią i z każdą poza mną
A ja z mym żalem tańczę wspaniale
Nie dość, że śmiało obłapiasz je
Robisz to przy mnie, ostentacyjnie

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