Inner Revolution

 

You can cry all the tears in the world

you can feel sorry for yourself and the filth

nothing will ever change in your lifetime

so break your chains, it’s never or now.

Get up and take your place in this fight

gather your courage, don’t wait,

every gesture counts, every voice resonates,

together, we can change the situation.

Don’t let fear chain you,

don’t let doubt slow you down,

hope is born in action, in faith,

hand in hand we will write this law.

Every step forward is a victory,

every hand extended is a new story,

don’t listen to those who say it’s impossible,

because the revolution in us is infallible.

Look around you, see these brave souls,

who refuse to be silent, who refuse the constraints,

it is through our union that change will be born,

a future where love will be our only oath.

So, act, do not stay still,

make your voice heard, become invincible,

it is here and on this path that everything begins,

it is never or now that we enter the dance…

World revolution

 

The wind is rising, can you hear this sound?

It is the murmur of souls, the clamor of the night,

a breath of hope, a sensational cry,

all humans rise, a world...universal.

From one corner of the planet to the other, from plains to cities,

the revolution ignites, divine spark,

chains break, walls collapse,

hearts beat the pavement, borders succumb.

We march, fist raised, millions of arms,

united by a dream, a future at our fingertips,

skin against skin, we feel the heat,

humanity in momentum, a surge of happiness.

No more borders, no more divisions,

we build together, one nation,

laughter and songs, tears of joy,

all equal, all free, under the same roof.

We take the street, we take the stage,

we take the words, we take the pain,

to say "no" to tyrants, to lies erected,

to say “yes” to life, to shared love.

Signs go up, slogans in the air,

Justice, Peace, Freedom, dreams to dream,

we rewrite history, a new page,

every voice counts, every spark.

Governments tremble, the powerful waver,

in front of this human wave, an indocile river,

the people rise up, an invincible force,

let us join forces, our destiny becomes clear.

We are the architects of our future,

we are each outstretched hand, each smile,

we are the revolution, an endless stream,

a world to build, hand in hand.

So get up, join this dance,

the revolution is here, it's our only chance,

for a better world, for a common dream,

all together, all united, we are one.

Green blood

 

How to revolutionize this,

how to revolutionize that,

my head tells me, too many times,

my words scream, under my roof.

I am not made of wood but of flesh,

just a weak man in trouble,

yet I wish to defend the Earth

from its belly to the stratosphere.

Dreams fill my head,

visions of conquest,

let love be our only quest,

but each morning, my dreams fall to pieces.

So I close my eyes, tired of being here,

life is not about choices,

whether from your mother or not,

you must obey the laws.

Everything is written in books,

walk straight, don't be drunk,

be like this and not like that,

but above all, don't be you.

Sometimes I'm silent, sometimes I scream,

a thousand images jostle in my head,

why hatred, why war,

look at us, we are all brothers!

Strip off your clothes, get naked!

Where's the difference, tell me, asshole!

Whether you're poor or a king,

the trouble is in your mind!

Now that you know all this,

whether you're Putin or Donald,

deflate your ego, become yourself,

a simple human, carnival!

Thus the Revolution begins,

in consultation, not action,

recognize the Earth flows within us,

and its green is our mother.

There were two suns

 

There were two suns

one in the sky

the other in my heart.

He had two suns

one honey colored

the other under my sheets.

There were two suns

one made of heat

the other is gentle.

There were two suns

one lighting up my days

the other warming my nights.

There were two suns

one for the whole world

the other for my evenings.

There were two suns

one guided the sailors

the other led my destiny.

There were two suns,

one for the cycle of life,

the other for love, infinite.

Now there are two stars

one shining in the night

the other sinking into oblivion…

Seventh Heaven (english)

In the morning,
At satin dusk,
In summer and winter,
Under a spring rain,
And the leaves of autumn,
Under a silky love,
And hope for ever after,
Our bodies one against another,
Keep themselves warm,
And when the time comes,
Of light touches,
Your lips brush,
The thrills on my skin,
And my mouth ravish,
The tip of your breasts,
Vow or confession,
To be licked,
To be sucked,
And to accomplish, 
Their mission,
To bring me down,
To your sensuality,
I explore,
With inquisition,
One finger,
Glisten in,
Many times,
To rebirth,
And elicite,
A new path,
To your pleasure,
To your desire,
And achieve,
Thy Seventh Heaven... 

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Misery (english)

On an evening of despair I invited poverty,
The bitchy girl was docile, not the fragile kind,
She settled down in my unfurnished apartment,
She made herself comfortable there, needless to say Madam' felt at ease,
She was shortly dressed, I almost believed she was naked,
She liked my rags and the skin which recovered my bones,
She stretched out near me, on my dingy mattress,
And in a confident tone, not wary for a penny,
Whispered to me, as I was cold,
" Come with me my bro', I shall show you my cemetery, " 
" I shall make you a bedridden invalid, death will be bittersweet. "

But I told to this viper to keep silent, to shut up,
But Poverty is carnivorous, Poverty is Lucifer,
Then I fell ill because I listened to her crap,
I spat out my life because of too many concerns,
Because of too much contempt and isolation,
I gave in to the lady in black an evening of despair,
Then she gave me a spot, not far from her luxury hotel,
But she was nice, she offered me a golf, 
Not a golf in eighteen holes, no, a single hole, 
A hole where I fell on my knees, 
In the cold and the mud, 
Where die the types with no penny, 
Or no kisses to take them out of this hole.

Then I closed my eyes and Poverty left,
I joined heavens, easy and carefree, 
And then above, they say,
The place was full of angels and friends...

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