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Valul

Sunt valul de departe ce-a venit
Cu-o lacrimă scăpată-ntr-un târziu
Sub tainic ochi al unui asfinţit
Pe ţărmul meu cel trist, acum pustiu…

Cu unduiri domoale precum gândul,
Care sub frunte îi zăcea tăcut,
Împreunat-am Marea cu Pământul
Şi-un drum până la stele am făcut.

Atunci pentru o clipă am scăldat
Nisipul lui cu scoici şi cu safire
Şi-un pescăruş cu ţipăt s-a-nălţat
De pe a noastră stâncă de-ntâlnire.

Cu unda-ncremenită-n susur mut,
Ca o vioară fără de arcuş,
Sunt valul ce-a scăldat un ţărm tăcut
În ţipătul prelung de pescăruş.

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Tukšas glāzes

Tukšas glāzes un apģērbtas sievietes
Svētki beigušies, kad vēl tie būs
Protams, ne jau par krekliem ir runa
Ne par vīnu, ne sievietēm, nē
 
Ou, vecīt, reālā dzīve
Varbūt paraudi – vieglāk kļūs
Protams, ne jau par krekliem ir runa
Ne par vīnu, ne sievietēm, nē
 
Protams, ne jau par krekliem ir runa
Ne par vīnu, ne sievietēm, nē
Plakans rīts kā bildīte pasē
Ik pa laiciņam apciemos mūs
 
Ou, vecīt, reālā dzīve
Varbūt paraudi – vieglāk kļūs
Plakans rīts kā bildīte pasē
Ik pa laiciņam apciemos mūs
 
Tukšas glāzes un apģērbtas sievietes
Svētki beigušies, kad vēl tie būs
Plakans rīts kā bildīte pasē
Ik pa laiciņam apciemos mūs
 
Ou, vecīt, reālā dzīve
Varbūt paraudi – vieglāk kļūs
Protams, ne jau par krekliem ir runa
Ne par vīnu, ne sievietēm, nē
 

Saint Patrick's Day

Escape from the slavery
From the villain he ran for his life
Left the island far behind
To study the heavenly might

Many lessons yet to be learned
But he would return

Rise up to meet his fate
To cast the druids away
Sent from the God above
A weapon to teach heathens pray

Many worship his name
Got his portrait in frame
Now listen to me, it is more than a tale

In times of rage and fury
You are the pride and glory
The world is mad it has gone insane
When stormy night keeps roaring
I hear the spirits calling
We'll meet again along the way
Saint Patrick's Day

Life is a clever path
A riddle of Good versus Bad
Friends turn to enemies
This breakdown makes me so sad
All these wars and we never learned
Shall he return?

Guess it's built on a lie
Not a heavenly sign
What can I do?
I just cry out your name

Many worship his name
Got his portrait in frame
Now listen to me, it is more than a tale

City of New Orleans (Arlo Guthrie Cover)

Riding on the 'City of New Orleans'
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
 
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out of Kankakee
Rolled along past houses, farms and fields
This passing trains that have no name
Freight yards full of old black men
And graveyards of the rusted automobiles
 
Good morning, America, how are ya?
I say don't you know me, I'm your native son
Hey, I'm the train they call the 'City of New Orleans'
I'll be gone five-hundred miles when my day is done
 
Dealing card games with the old man in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Can you feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor?
 
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their daddys' magic carpets made of steel
There's mothers with their babes asleep
Rocking to a gentle beat
The rhythm of the rails is all they feel
 
Good morning, America, how are ya?
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son
Hey, I'm the train they call the 'City of New Orleans'
I'll be gone five-hundred miles when my day is done
 
Hey, it's nighttime on the 'City of New Orleans'
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Halfway home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
 
Now all the towns and the people seem
To fade into a bad dream
But the steel rail still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues
 
Good night, America, how are ya?
Say don't you know me, I'm your native son
Hey, I'm the train they call the 'City of New Orleans'
I'll be gone five-hundred miles when my day is done
I'll be gone five-hundred miles when my day is done
 

Hot Wings

[Intro]
(Hit-Boy)
I'm the big homie now
Don't forget that, I'm the big homie now
 
[Verse 1]
I got my spunk, Louie Vuitton
Truck in the front, what're you doin'?
I look so good, don't call me Unc'
She wanna suck, this ain't a Buick
I pull it up, they wanna fuck
We gon' get high, what're we doing?
I got some Perc, I got a pound
I got a crib, let's go get to it
I got a semi, I got a Draco
Word to my family, straight outta ClayCo
Thought I was sweet, just like a Faygo
But I had killers all on my payroll
Watch how I move, just like it Rayon
64 Chainz, just like the crayons
I bought a hat, the one with the A on it
Pulled out my dick, told her to stay on it
I had a paper tag on three of 'em
I had the top dropped with the friends
I told 'em deuce, one like Deion
I say deuce, one like Deion
I go Bruce Wayne on you peons
Shit, I fuck with the Falcons, true (True)
Had more sacks than a lineman
I shoulda got a Heisman too, nigga, ha
Shit, shoot 'cause they hikin' that, hike
Check like a Nike hat, yup
I got the Midas pack, uh
Told the bih 'Quiet, relax,' uh
I got my ho on the other line
I'm not bipolar, but borderline
I just might switch lanes, drop her off
Go back, get fried
That's all she want, hot wings
Bitches fuckin' for some hot wings
Bitches fuckin' for American Deli
Bitches fuckin' for some eye cream
She just want her twenty piece
All flats with the lemon pepper
I was the first one to put her in the first class
Bitch, get your shit together
 
[Chorus]
Bitch ain't never flown before
Bitch tried to come through security
With some tennis shoes on, ho
Take the shit off, bitch
Real big, big boss music (Boss music)
Big boss music
Big boss, big, big boss music (Boss)
That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music
That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music
Big boss music
Big, big, big boss music
Big boss music
Big, big, big boss music
Big boss music
 
[Verse 2]
You better get used to it
Ain't no falling off, niggas goin' straight up
You better get used to it
I need a raise, I ain't taking paycuts
You better get used to it
100 for a verse, 100 for a show
You better get used to it
Every ten a mill', on the low
I'm all about the bag, no need to brag
Ring cost a Jag, dreads to the back like a shag
Smoke you like SIG in the mag
I'm all over that
They callin' me Flair
They callin' me DiBiase
My girl ballin, Taurasi
2 Chainz, time Versaci
They don't sell 'em in Foot Locker
Curve game on BluBlocker
Southside with a F
F stand for a few options
Dealership, I don't do auctions
Fuck clothes, I need a new closet
My new watch is moonwalkin'
This somethin' she don't do often
 
[Chorus]
Bitch ain't never flown before (Uh)
Bitch tried to come through security
With some tennis shoes on, ho
Take the shit off, bitch
Real big, big boss music (Yeah)
Big boss music
Big boss, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)
That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music
(I'm the big homie)
That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music
Big boss music
Big, big, big boss music (Big, big)
Big boss music
Big, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)
Big boss music (Yeah)
 
[Outro]
I'm the big homie now, yeah
I'm the big homie now