THE HEROINE Poems by Lyricist One "I write this for you, not for the many, for we are for each other a sufficiently big audience" - Seneca Laura's Song A young woman in Granada Waits forever for her lover And she whispers to the blooming Orange planted by her father "In this soil - my mother's tears... In this weal - the lizards moan... In this heart - my sweetheart's dreams... In this world - I am alone. Life is but my lover's joke... Maybe weeping is the cure, Let me weep in papa's garden Where love is pure..." As the dawn breaks - brilliant maze of dew Virgin grass blades not yet bent by you! Those flowers are my children They shall bloom when I am gone. They shall own this little orchard They shall fall upon my bones Life is just my lover's secret Maybe tears are the cure Let me shed them... In this soil Where love is pure. As the dawn breaks, brilliant maze of dew Virgin grass blades not yet bent by you. Sun Lit by the Moon Fermented woman's tears, the sweetest wine; While man and woman is the sweetest rhyme, The sweetest misdemeanor is to tease you To get a million thrills for just a dime. Your face is a stain glass profile of the Virgin A passing ray will color it divine A cloud veils the sun and you are crying. The moon, like an inspired carver files Joseph's shadow on the pale tiles. Next to it you lie content and full - A sun lit by the insomniac moon. Funny Words "Jesus fill me up" - funny words? But they struck some intimate chords, "All religions are basically same." Doesn't this banality sound lame? True they warship God with pleas Groveling on their knees. Their flattery untamed, Insincerity buys prophets' fame. Only one voice sounds true: "Jesus fill me up" - was it you? Growing old but feeling young, Being young, but feeling old, Her beauty streaming from her tongue, He becomes her Christ, her Lord. Son of God or son of a bitch, What's the fucking difference - Her ambition is to get rich! Everything else is inference. House of Rust Waste away in the kingdom of day! You, who flee tranquil night's drunken sway, Like a sleazy dance instructor the night Swings your searching soul left and right Gelled hair, wrinkled vests, rouges of lust - They are dancing Dangdut in the House of Rust Waste away in the kingdom of day, Where smog from the jeeps paints gray Schoolgirls lining up holding up their passes, Soon they will know what's what, And we will fill their glasses. Affection Your eyelashes look synthetic Your hairdo looks pathetic Your charm is a clowness' charm Your heart beats like a drum In the afternoon calm Inside your velveteen head A bothersome thought A restless preacher Beneath a dome of gold Joy in Your Eyes You think I am grieving over you That's why there is joy in your eyes The tune reminded me of an old loveaffair That's why there is joy in your eyes So you think I am grieving over you That's why there is joy in your eyes The tune reminded me of an old loveaffair That's why there is joy in your eyes But I am looking right through you Your innocense evokes my pity So I just pretend to be full of regret That's why there is joy in your eyes But if you knew how strong was that woman, There would be envy in your eyes The tune reminded me of an old loveaffair, That's why there is joy in your eyes... Why Did You Change? Why did you change, One who is forever in my memory? Why did you grow cynical? Will my fate be the same? Do we lose the right to dream, As we pass into middle age? Why did you change? One who is forever in my memory... Why did you grow cynical! Will my fate be the same? Tnan, let me leave this earth, Never let me reach my middleage. Why, did, you, change, One who is forever in my memory? Why, did you grow cynical? I detest this world For ruining a friend - I know you shall never be, The one who is forever in my memory! |
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