Felicita

© Albano & Romina Power

Felicita e tenersi per mano
Andare lontano la felicita.
E il tuo squardo innocente
In mezzo alla gente la felicita.
E restare vicini come bambini
La felicita
Felicita.

Felicita e un cuscino di piume
L'acqua del fiume che passa e va.

E' la pioggia che scende dietro
le tende la Felicita.

E abbassare la luce per fare pace
La felicita
Felicita.

Felicita e un bicchiere di vino
Con un panino la felicita.
E lasciarti un biglietto dentro
al cassetto.

La felicita e cantare a due voci
Quanto mi piaci la felicita
Felicita.

Senti nell'ario c'e gia
La nostra canzone d'amore che va.
Come un pensiero che sa di felicita.
Senti nell'aria c'e gia
Un raggio di sole piu caldo che va
Come un sorriso che sa di felicita.

Felicita una sera a sorpresa
La luce accesa e la radio che va
E'un biglietto d'auguri pieno di cuori
la Felicita.
E una telefonata non aspettata
La felicita
Felicita.

Felicita e uns spiaggia di notte
L'onda che batte lafelicita.
E una mano sul cuore piena d'amore
la felicita.
E aspettare l'aurora per farlo ancore
La felicita
Felicita.

ADVENT: ONE WINGED ANGEL

LATIN:

Noli manare, manare in memoria. (x2)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth.

Saevam iram, iram et dolorem. (x2)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth.

Ferum terrible, ferum fatum.

Noli manare, manare in memoria. (x2)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth.

Veni, mi fili. Veni, mi fili.
Hic veni, da mihi mortem iterum.
Veni, mi fili. Veni, mi fili.
Hic veni, da mihi...

Noli manare in memoria.
Saevam iram et dolorem.
Ferum terrible fatum.
Ille iterum veniet.

Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili. (x4)

Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili.
(Qui mortem invitavis,)
Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili.
(Poena funesta natus,)
Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili.
(Noli nomen vocare.)

Mi fili, veni, veni, veni, mi fili.
(Ille iterum veniet.)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth.

ENGLISH:

Refuse to remain, remain in memory. (x2)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth.

Raging anger, anger and misery. (x2)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth.

Fierce terror, fierce fate.

Refuse to remain, remain in memory. (x2)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth.

Come, my children. Come, my children.
Come here, give me death once more.
Come, my children. Come, my children.
Come here, give me...

Refuse to remain in memory.
Raging anger and misery.
Fierce terrible fate.
The second advent.

My children, come, come, come, my children. (x4)

My children, come, come, come, my children.
(By death's invitation,)
My children, come, come, come, my children.
(Painful tainted birth,)
My children, come, come, come, my children.
(Refuse to call the name.)

My children, come, come, come, my children.
(The second advent.)

Sephiroth, Sephiroth.

Pet Shop Boys Integral

If you've done nothing wrong,
you've nothing to fear
If you've something to hide,
you shouldn't even be here

Long live us, the persuaded we, intregral, collectively, to the whole project, it's brand new, concieved solely to protect you

One world, one reason, one changing, one season

If you've done nothing wrong - you've nothing to fear
If you've something to hide - you shouldn't even be here
You've had your chance, now we've got the mandate
If you've changed your mind - I'm afraid its too late

We're concerned, you're a threat, you're not integral to the project

Sterile, immaculate, rational, perfect

Everyone has their own number in the system that we operate under,
We're moving to a situation where your lives exist as information

One world, one life, one chance, one reason,

All under one sky, unchanging, one season.

If you've done nothing wrong - you've nothing to fear
If you've something to hide - you shouldn't even be here
You've had your chance, now we've got the mandate
If you've changed your mind I'm afraid its too late

We're concerned, you're a threat, you're not integral to the project

One world, one life, one chance, one reason.
All under one sky, one changing, one season.

If you've done nothing wrong - you've nothing to fear
If you've something to hide - you shouldn't even be here
You've had your chance, now we've got the mandate
If you've changed your mind I'm afraid its too late
We're concerned, you're a threat, you're integral to the project

If you've done nothing wrong - you've nothing to fear
If you've got something to hide - you shouldn't even be here

We're concerned, you're a threat, you're not integral to the project

Отредактировано Yugure (2007-08-20 20:03:41)

о нееееееееееет!

...

тьфу

:cray:

Отредактировано GorDen (2007-08-23 16:41:10)

Нест я знаю, он тру
а Umbra Nihil ща заценим )

РФ для задротов почище рошников. Я бы перешел в Guild Wars когда деньги на ключ будут. Там задротства ноль, тру механика и много ПВП.
А по теме.

Инструменталки металлики, Umbra Nihil, Dream Theater, Death, etc.

...

они тру.

Наверное)

The Black Mages II ~The Skies Above~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2tw12E79BI
Composition: Nobuo Uematsu
Arrangement: Kenichiro Fukui
Lyrics: Alexander O. Smith
Vocals: Mr. Goo

English (Original)
Sparks from the fire rise up to the sky
Higher and higher oh I want to fly
Out of the story this time I'll be free
Wake up for a moment from this dream of me

Just a legend cold words on a page
Lift up my eyes and I'm soaring away
On silver wings spread out to the sun
I'm leaving this city for the skies above.

O'er the ruins an ancient light
Never lost, never failing
Follow me on my path to the heights
Before the shadows fade into night

Running back but I'm out of time.
I could tell everything
Hear the words that fill my mind
How can I say she was mine

Отредактировано Yugure (2007-09-04 15:27:29)

я тоже читаю эту тему!

«Lemon Tree»
I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

I'm sitting here
I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
While nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree

I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon-tree

Хоб
хе хе,вот так все)) Fool's Garden вроде....а разве они родоначальники?
кстаити, эта песня не просто знакомая!вспомни рекламу сока BotaniQ 

Риииииииииннннннннннннннннн, дуй в ро!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Отредактировано Destemper (2007-10-09 19:52:52)

Туманный вечер на город опустито.

Погасли свечи и дело шито-крыто.

Укутав плечи, гуляют синьорины.

В туманном взоре все строго повторимы.

В магнитофоне кассета Челентано,
А мы на съеме и снова пьяно-пьяно.
Давайте деньги, очки, штаны, бокалы...
В кармане "Camel" и три пакета плана

                           
Где "Беломора" достать? Закрыты уже магазины...
                                     
Где "Беломора" достать? Хоть пачки половину...
                               
Где "Беломора" достать? Ну, подскажите сеньоры,
                   
Где мне взять "Беломо-ор"? А не то я напьюсь!

Повсюду панки в американском свете.
А мы не янки, мы - плановые дети.
Мы любим манку, варенье и конфеты
И на "Таганку" мы не берем билеты.

Предпочитаем вино и дискотеки
И уважаем страну, где жили греки
И забиваем косую для утехи.
Но так бывает, что с нами плана нету.

Припев

Мы скажем: "Gracio" всем конопляным селам.

Галлюцинации дороже нам чем голод.

И что скрываться? Мы забиваем снова!

И что скрываться? Поем и снова, снова...

А где-то, где-то на море иль на суше
В разгаре лета мы ищем "Беломору".
И забиваем косую для утехи.
Но так бывает, что с нами плана нету.

Припев