Почему? | HLF Статьи | HLF Тексты | HLF Музыканты | mp3 HLF | MP3 | Новости | Контакт
Тексты
Здесь приведены тексты тех песен, которые можно скачать в разделе "СКАЧАТЬ MP3 -> Hasta La Fillsta". В том же порядке.
Believe Me
I'm always chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by
My schemes are just like all my dreams
Ending in the sky
Believe me, i'm always chasing rainbows
Waiting to find a little blue bird in vain
My schemes are just like all my dreams
Ending in the sky
Some fellows look and find the sometime
I never ever make again
Some fellows look and find the sunshine
I always look and find the rain
My schemes are just like all my dreams
Ending in the sky
Some fellows look and find the sometime
I never ever make again
Unpleasant Letter
She listened to the radio
For half an hour
She smoked a cigarette
And left the house
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in grass
Shape without form
Shade without colour
The stuffed men
Her friend notices
How sad she was
During the dinner
She had got an recently
Unpleasant letter
Everybody is present
Ask him a question
Do you understand
What you have to do?
She listened to the radio
For half an hour
She smoked a ciggarett
And left the house
Her friend notices
How sad she was
During the dinner
She had got an recently
Unpleasant letter
Shape without form
Shade without colour
The stuffed men
Her friend notices
How sad she was
During the dinner
She had got an recently
Unpleasant letter
A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe
I told it not, my wrath did grow
Sweet joy befal see
It's happy end
Sweet joy befal see
And i waterd it in fears
Night end morning with my tears
And i sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles
Sweet joy befal see
It's happy end,
Sweet joy befal see
And it grew both day and night
Till it bore an apple bright
And my foe beheld it shine
And he knew that it was mine
Sweet joy befal see
It's happy end
Sweet joy befal see
One Way
Descend lower
Descend only
World not world
But that which is not world
Evacuation
Of the world of sense
Of the world of fancy
Is the some, not in movement
Evacuation
Of the world of sense
Of the world of fancy
In appetency, on it's mettalled wayc
Of time past and time future
Evacuation
Of the world of sense
Of the world of fancy
But abstention from movement
Evacuation
Of the world of sense
Of the world of fancy
There are flood and drouth
Over the eyes and in the mouth
Dead water and dead sand
Contending for the upper hand
This is the death of earth
Go ...
Who are you tempting
With my own desires
Others have come
Temporal tempters
With pleasures and power
At palpable price
What do you offer?
What do you ask?
And go, with me
And his dark secret love
Holy Light
In the age of gold
Free from winters cold
Youth and maiden bright
To the holy light
Naked in the sunny beams delight
Once a youthful pair
Fill'd with softest care
Children of the future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that in a former time
Love!
Sweet love!
Was thought a crime
There in rising day
On the grass they play
Parents were afar
Strangers came not hear
And the maiden soon forgot her fear
Tired with kisses sweet
They agree to meet
Children of the future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that in a former time
Love!
Sweet love!
Was thought a crime
I'ts holy light
F. F.
The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer's art
Do you know nothing?
Do you see nothing?
Do you remember?
What shall i do?
Delay, decay
Living, living
This is not true
Can i kill you!
The chill ascends from feet to kness
The fever sings in mental wires
If to be warmed then i must freeze
And quake in frigid fires
What is that noise now?
What is the wind doing?
What shall whe ever do?
What shall i do?
Delay, decay
Living, living
This is not true
Can i kill you!
It's true!
How long shall this be?
Delay, decay
Living, living
This is not true
Can i kill you!
The Little Girl Lost
All the night in woe
Lyca's parents go
Over vallies deep
While the desarts weep
Tired and woe-begone
Hoarse with making moan
Arm in arm seven days
They trac'd the desart ways
In the southern clime
Where the summers prime
Never fades away
Lovely lyca lay
Seven summers old
Lovely lyca told
She had wanderd long
Hearing wild birds song
Seven nights they sleep
Among shadows deep
And dream they see their child
Starv'd in desart wild
Then they followed
Where the vision led
And saw their sleeping child
Among tygers wild
In the southern clime
Where the summers prime
Never fades away
Lovely lyca lay
Seven summers old
Lovely lyca told
She had wanderd long
Hearing wild birds song
Cтаiць Вярба
Cтаiць вярба
У канцы сяла
На той вербе
А тры кветачкi
Пад вярбаю
А тры дзевачкi
Тры дзяўчынкi
Тры малойчыкi
Адзiн кажа
Я алесю люблю
Я з алесяю па пiва пайду
Другi кажа
Я арыну люблю
А я з ёй ды на сена пайду
А я з ёй столькi пiску зраблю
Трэцi кажа
Я аксiнью люблю
Я з аксiняю ды жацi пайду
Cтаiць вярба
У канцы сяла
На той вербе
А тры кветачкi
Дай Мне Имя
Дай мне имя
В новом мире
Дай мне сердце
Дай мне разум
Дай мне голос
Дай мне взгляд
Чтоб очнуться
Чтоб осмыслить
Чтобы крикнуть всем подряд
Я буду там
Где шумный бал
Ворвется в мой покой
Я буду там
Где навсегда
Ты станешь сам собой
Дай мне имя
В новом мире
Дай мне чудо
Дай мне крылья
Дай мне силу
Дай мне ключ
Чтоб вэлететь
Чтоб оглянуться
И переступить черту
Я буду там
Где шумный бал
Ворвется в мой покой
Я буду там
Где навсегда
Ты станешь сам собой
Дай мне имя
В новом мире
Не Плачь, Пой
В такой же день, как прежде
Она пила вино
И дело лишь в надежде,
Покинувшей давно.
Рассвет уже так близко.
Она идет домой.
Вчерашний день не помнит,
И голос свой
Не плачь, пой
Ее друзья как пепел,
Как пепел на ветру.
Мечты сжигают сердце
В вечном бреду.
Не плачь, пой
Каліна
Дзеўкі каліну ламалі, ламалі
Калінавы мосты ладзілі, ладзілі
А як ехаў дваранін, дваранін
Ды на коніку вараным, вараным
Калінавы мосты абламіў, абламіў
Дзевачкі двараніна паймалі, паймалі
І коніка атабралі, атабралі
А які ж ты дваранін дурань быў
Была табе дзевачак не чапаць
Дурань быў
Пад'ехаўшы шапачку зняць, шапачку зняць
І здароўя напытаць
Ці здарова цёшча мая, цёшча мая
Ці вяліка вырасла дзеўка мая
А які ж ты дваранін дурань быў
Была табе дзевачак не чапаць
Дурань быў
Пока что все, следите за обновлениями сайта.
© 2005 HLF, primitive design