Flying_Raziel (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора Hunt for the man
Comb the city, every street, every grate
You put a guard at every gate
Drag him out, shout the moment that you find him!
Daam!
Knock in the doors, lock up the city
Track him down through this town
And be quick about it...now!
How the devil do I ever prevail when I'm only a man?
But I'll never be duped by this scurrilous phantom again
I wasn't born to walk on water
I wasn't born to sack and slaughter
But on my soul, I wasn't born
To stoop, to scorn, and knuckle under
A man can learn to steal some thunder
A man can learn to work some wonder
And when the guantlet's down,
it's time to rise and climb the sky
And soon the moon will smoulder
And the winds will drive
Yes, a man grows older but his soul remains alive
All those tremulous stars still glitter
and I will survive!
Let my heart grow colder and as bitter as a falcon in the dive
There was a dream, a dying ember
There was a dream, I don't remember
But I will resurrect that dream
Though rivers stream and hills grow steeper
For here in hell where life gets cheaper
Oh, here in hell the blood runs deeper
And when the final duel is near
I'll lift my spear and fly
Piercing into the sky and higher
And the strong will thrive
Yes, the weak will cower while the fittest will survive
If we wait for the darkest hour
Till we spring alive
Then with claws of fire, we devour like a falcon in the dive
These are the days! Yes!
Days of glory, days of rage, and the dream
And the dream of Paris preys on my bones
Gnawing night and day and clawing through my brain and
No, never bend! Never kneel!
Rend him to bits! Bite!
Now, the beauty of the fight
I'm not a man to hunger for blood, but the spirit can cry
To be younger and fiercer and fly
Piercing into the sky and higher
And the strong will thrive
Yes, the weak will cower while the fittest will survive
If we wait for the darkest hour
Till we spring alive
Then with claws of fire, we devour like a falcon in the dive

Molotov_Cocktease (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора The House Of The Rising Sun (оригинал Animals)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gambling man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

Well I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one

Flying_Raziel (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора Du Ring an meinem Finger,
Mein goldenes Ringelein,
Ich drücke dich fromm an die Lippen,
Dich fromm an die Lippen, an das Herze mein.

Ich hatt ihn ausgeträumet,
Der Kindheit friedlich schönen Traum,
Ich fand allein mich, verloren
Im öden, unendlichen Raum.

Du Ring an meinem Finger
Da hast du mich erst belehrt,
Hast meinem Blick erschlossen
Des Lebens unendlichen, tiefen Wert.

Ich will ihm dienen, ihm leben,
Ihm angehören ganz,
Hin selber mich geben und finden
Verklärt, und finden
Verklärt mich in seinem Glanz.

Du Ring an meinem Finger,
Mein goldenes Ringelein,
Ich drücke dich fromm an die Lippen,
Dich fromm an die Lippen, an das Herze mein.

Flying_Raziel (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора From all lives beginning on
We are pushed in little forms
No one asks us how we like to be
In school they teach us what to think
But everyone says different things
But they’re all convinced that
They’re the ones to see

So they keep talking and they never stop
And at certains point you give it up
So the only thing that’s left to think is this

I want out... to live my life alone
I want out... leave me be
I want out... to do things on my own
I want out... to live my life and to be free

People tell me a and b
They tell me how I have to see
Things that I have seen already clear
So they push me then from side to side
They’re pushing me from black to white
They’re pushing’til there’s nothing more to hear

But don’t push me to the maximum
Shut your mouth and take it home
’cause I decide the way things gonna be

I want out... to live my life alone
I want out... leave me be
I want out... to do things on my own
I want out... to live my life and to be free

There’s a million ways to see the things in life
A million ways to be the fool
In the end of it, none of us is right
Sometimes we need to be alone

I want out... to live my life alone
I want out... leave me be
I want out... to do things on my own
I want out... to live my life and to be free

Molotov_Cocktease (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора A Dios Le Pido (оригинал Juanes)
Que mis ojos se despierten con la luz de tu mirada yo
a Dios le pido
Que mi madre no se muera y que mi padre me recuerde
a Dios le pido
Que te quedes a mi lado y que mas nunca te me vayas mi vida
a Dios le pido
Que mi alma no descanse cuando de amarte se trate mi cielo
a Dios le pido

Por los dias que me quedan y las noches que aun no llegan yo
a Dios le pido
Por los hijos de mis hijos y los hijos de tus hijos
a Dios le pido
Que mi pueblo no derrame tanta sangre y se levante mi gente
a Dios le pido
Que mi alma no descanse cuando de amarte se trate mi cielo
a Dios le pido

Un segundo mas de vida para darte y a tu lado para siempre yo quedarme
Un segundo mas de vida para darte y mi corazon entero entregarte
Un segundo mas de vida yo a Dios le pido
Y que si me muero sea de amor
y si me enamoro sea de vos
y que de tu voz sea este corazon todos los dias a Dios le pido
Y que si me muero sea de amor
y si me enamoro sea de vos
y que de tu voz sea este corazon todos los dias a Dios le pido

A Dios le pido

Я прошу Бога (перевод Сергеева Елена из Москвы)
Чтобы мои глаза просыпались от света твоего взгляда,
Я прошу Бога,
Что моя мать не умерла, чтобы мой отец помнил обо мне
Я прошу Бога,
Что ты осталась рядом со мной и чтобы больше никогда не ушла из моей жизни
Я прошу Бога,
Что моя душа не уставала любить тебя, и берегли меня небеса
Я прошу Бога

Дни, что мне остались, и ночи, которых еще не было,
Я прошу Бога
За детей моих детей и детей твоих детей
Я молюсь Богу,
Чтобы мой народ не проливал столько крови и воспрял духом мой народ
Я прошу Бога.
Что моя душа не уставала любить тебя, и берегли меня небеса
Я прошу об этом Бога.

Еще одна секунда жизни, чтобы предложить тебе навсегда остаться рядом со мной,
Еще одна секунда жизни, чтобы подарить тебе мое сердце,
Еще одну секунду жизни
Я прошу у Бога.
И если я умираю, то от любви
И если я влюбляюсь, то в тебя,
И чтобы твой голос жил в этом сердце -
Каждый день я прошу об этом Бога.
И если я умираю, то от любви
И если я влюбляюсь, то в тебя,
И чтобы твой голос жил в этом сердце -
Каждый день я прошу об этом Бога

Я прошу Бога.

Molotov_Cocktease (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора The Phantom of the Opera (оригинал Andrew Lloyd Weber)
In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came...
that voice which calls to me
and speaks my name...

And do I dream again?
For now I find
the Phantom of the Opera
is there- inside my mind...

Sing once again with me
our strange duet...
My power over you
grows stronger yet...

And though you turn from me,
to glance behind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there- inside your mind...

Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear...
I am the mask you wear...

It's me they hear...

Your/my spirit
and your/my voice
in one combined:
the Phantom of the Opera
is there- inside your/my mind...

(Off stage) He's there,
the Phantom on the Opera...
Beware the Phantom of the Opera...

(Phantom) In all your fantasies,
you always knew
that man and mystery...

(Christine)...were both in you...

(Both) And in this labyrinth
where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there here
inside your/my mind...

Sing, my Angel of Music!

He's there
the Phantom of the Opera...

Molotov_Cocktease (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора Hurt (оригинал Christina Aguilera)
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
Ooh, ooh

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won't be there

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to these rules

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself, ohh

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you
Since you've been away
Ooh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

Molotov_Cocktease (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора Behind Blue Eyes (оригинал Limp Bizkit)
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies

[Chorus:]
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

[Chorus]

Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies

[Chorus]

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.

Molotov_Cocktease (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора Smells Like Teen Spirit (оригинал Nirvana)
Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)
Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yay! (x3)

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)
Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yay! (x3)

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind

Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)
Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido

A denial !! (x9)

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Molotov_Cocktease (Сила_рифмованных_строк) все записи автора Empty spaces what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore

The show must go on,
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on.

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free

The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends

The show must go on
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show
I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the
On with the show
The show must go on...