LYRICS

english shqip french

 

 

1. Reggaeton man

 

Vs. 1

The day starts with a crawl
Swollen eyes hurt by the light
The calendar shows Friday 13th
A bad omen is in store!

Vs. 2

Superstitious as there’s no work,
Waiting for things to fall from the sky!
Rrake-Tak… this reality,
That swears each day by the same devil!

Choir:

Vaj, vaj, vaj, vaj
vaj, for the times that make us thick!
vaj, vaj, vaj, vaj, vaj, vaj, vaj!

 

Ref.

Reggaeton, reggaeton, reggaeton, reggaeton, reggaeton, reggaeton man,
reggaeton, reggaeton, reggaeton, reggaeton of the new century!
Rrak e tak, Rrak e tak, Rrak e tak, Rrak e tak, Rrak e tak, like a robot,
Do not listen to the devil that deceives each day!

 

Vs. 3

It is time for me to swallow like a giant
Those above you, let them drink
And your cup has been spilled
And you do nothing, but just sit!

 

 

 

 

 

2. Life of a dog

 

A.

A dog’s life it is, day in and day out
My life, a hairy dog, or so it turns out
A soul’s highway that knows no end
I can only love it more, from start to end!

A1.
I am just a bad poet of myself
No words to depict you as you are
A broken glass of wine for a companion
The place to get lost and forsaken!

 

B.

A faithful dog to this path I will remain
A tough one, but beautiful all the same
In your asphalt I wallow to the end of time
After I can be said to have lost my mind!

 

A2.

Don’t dwindle man, catch the moment
For you will never find another
Eat, drink, get drunk and make love
Or else you have accomplished nothing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3. Game

A.

Game, game, game, I do not like to play,
And though a gambler I am
I prefer to listen a thousand times
And win in the end!

A1.

Way to expensive, exuberant prices,
The folks have been forsaken!
I don't like to joke this way!
I don’t have the time, I am too late!

 

B.

This instinct to play,
This life’s philosophy,
It turns out that everything,
Is well calculated!

 

 

A2.

Game, game, game, I do not like to play,
And though a gambler I am
I prefer to listen a thousand times
And win in the end!

 

 

 

 

 

4. Smog
     

 

A.

Smog and filthy luxury,
The cars multiply
Gone are the days of
Walkers and bikers!
One cannot breathe in peace
The dust erodes
And destroys
It is the dust of dirty politics!

 

B.

Smog, smog, smog, please protect us!
We are victims of the smile you offer!
And do not pretend you are not watching,
While we stand here you keep destroying!

 

A1.

Our screams
Cannot be heard!
She disappears among
transforming
clouds/horizons!

We want no smog!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5. Shesh - Besh

 

A.

Cruel days of the times gone by,
A wind of change with no direction,
A revolution with many thoughts,
And chaos today needs a remedy!

 

B.

Do not play Shesh - Besh,
It is the worst,
An old offspring
Of the nameless system!

 

A1.

Cruel days of the time’s gone by,
When the only game was Shesh - Besh!
Shesh - Besh!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6. Clouds (Tribute to Django Reinhardt)

 

A.

The world is clouds,
The world is fog,
It needs light,
To brighten everything!
"Nuages baby, nuages!"
An old friend said!
Two notes on the guitar,
That have disappeared in the clouds!

 

B.

Accidents and unfortunate fates,
Buried in the ground,
For a cloudy weather, for a cloudy weather,
Indeed, it is not worth (a) living!

 

A1.

We live the day in pain
Yesterday was not in vain
We live half asleep
Under the neon sky...!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

7. Misfortune (even the cigarette has gone out, PU!)
   

 

A

God damn Tuesday
And Friday the 13th
An Old fashioned complex,
that won’t just fuck off!

A1

Misfortune never stops, or does it?
Simply rubbish philosophy!
Selfish old bug,
But in the end you’ll be able to control it!

B

the cigarette’s gone out, pu!
the cigarette’s gone out, pu!
When it’s all fucked
Even the cigarette goes out, pu!

 

A2

Damn you unlucky days,
Especially when someone goes, “good luck!”
He! Mucha mierda &
Good luck!

Paç fat!!!

 

 

 

8. Export-Import!
     

Vs. 1

Export - Import!
Customs packed
And caterpillars enduring the sun
With their pockets full!

Strange cars
Corrupted to their tires,
A few chiefmen and chiefwomen
Who deny their identities!

Export - Import!
Tobacco sold in vain,
Poor people,
By taxes are drained!

Marlboro, Lucky Strike,
... and what not,
The language spoken
I call "customs"!

 

Chorus.

Little, way too little
Is left for pension
An anonymous with a name
That only devours pension!

 

Vs. 2

Export - Import!
Customs packed
And caterpillars enduring the sun
Will their pockets full!

Queues in the sun,
For there’s little shade
People in stress
But for a few worms it is bliss!

 

 

 

9. Enough is enough!

 

Vs. 1
Too much injustice
All day long, all night long
And even at the dawn!
A monotony
Of news, dailies
And TV stations!

 

Vs. 2
The radio is no longer in fashion,
Rather, a book with no illustrations
It no longer matters!
High-flying lies,
That shower from "above"
Like hail and rain!

 

Chorus

Enough, enough, enough,
For this stinks!
And it has an awful, awful smell!
Enough, enough, enough,
For this stinks!
And it has an awful, awful smell!

 

Str. 3
Propaganda
For getting rich
And wealthy!
Down there below,
Do not forget, you dog,
That people want to survive!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10. Interlude ...
(Double Bass Solo)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

11. I've never seen my baby on the run!

 

1.

I've never seen my baby on the run,
I've never seen my baby on the run,
I've never seen my baby on the run,
she's here with me!

 

2.

She wakes in the morning with a fresh face,
She wakes in the morning with a fresh face,
She wakes in the morning with a fresh face,
And laughs the whole day!

 

3.

I've never seen my baby on the run,
I've never seen my baby on the run,
I've never seen my baby on the run,
she's here with me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

12. Life at 4 o’clock in the morning

 

Str. 1

Life is one word with 4 letters, that eats you for dinner
You wake up “cool” and then deteriorate
A dining table full of pain always ready
Made to eat, drink and fall in love!

Str. 2

Fill up my glass, so I can drink and get pissed
The glass knows life better than I do
I’m gonna have a fight with your letters
And smash a guitar on their heads!

 

Ref.

But you need to live, live, and I don’t know what
There is no other solution
That’s what you always think when you’ve sobered up
Reality check, there is nothing better than “TOMORROW!”
So live, live and I don’t know what
There is no other solution
Reality check
There is nothing better than “TOMORROW!”

 

Str. 3

Lost in your blood drinking veins
Knackered until a new dawn, again!
I can’t tell you: NO! - it’s all worth it, and I know it
I can’t tell you: NO! – looks like, we’ll be together!

 

 

 

 

 

13. At the circus

 

A.

We love going to the circus
But not adopting it as a lifestyle
Why is that so?
There is nothing wrong with it!
A moment of magic or silliness
Nothing beats it, man.
At the circus, animals and men are one
men and animals are one!

 

B.

At the circus, at the circus
There’s danger too
Should you ever fall
No need to worry at all!

 

A.

So buy a ticket,
To keep for the rest of your life,
Or else you’ll be a victim,
And there’s no way out for you!

 

Coda:

At the circus, at the circus
There’s danger too
Should you ever fall ...

 

 

 

14*. The Witch

Str. 1
The Witch
She is the witch
That tricks you with words
And bewilders with tits!
She reads out your hand
What the future holds
To believe in dreams
To reveal the secret!
Lost in the magic of the crystal ball
Cries with you , pats you on the back
It first shakes you and than your pockets
You’re the play and you’re the audience!

Ref.
The witch!
The witch!
The witch!
Pa-para-ro-rej!
MAGIC, THE BLACK STONE!!!

Str. 2
The witch
She’s the witch
With a coffee cup
And a glittery skirt!
Staring at my crazy luck
My jaw dropping
I’m Speechless!
You have a long journey ahead - she says
Full of adventures
Two snakes at the turn
One kindness at the bridge
A news in three days
Will change your life
If you want it today
GET YOUR WALLET OUT AGAIN!!!

Ref.
The witch!
Get your wallet out again!
- said The witch
Get your wallet out again
- said the witch
The witch!
The witch!

 

 

 

 

15. Decibel in stratosphere

 

Vs. 1

Tired ears every day,
Loud noise in the streets!
No, there’s no god to stop that,
Far too late for silence!

Vs. 2

This capitalism laughs,
drooling from petrol!
Ironically, “to be modern”
‚till then sure as fuck your ears have had enough as well!

 

Ref.

Decibel in stratosphere
A miserable system!
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt, too much guilt
We are guilty just as well!

 

Vs. 3

Share! Think! or you’ve had it,
Eardrum’s ready to explode
Just grab that bicycle with its bell
And you’ll never feel restrained!

 

 

 

 

 

16. The World is shit

 

A.

The world is shit!
A big smelly shit
North, South, East and West
It stinks, you can’t get away from it!

Filthy people
Can’t trust anyone
Soon as your head’s out, they are ready to kick it
The world is shit!

 

B.

This big shit ain’t gonna last
Cause of price tagging everything
Who ain’t smart enough will fall in
No one’s bothered to get you out!

 

A.

The world is shit!
A big smelly shit
North, South, East and West
It stinks, you can’t get away from it!

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„Orges & The Ockus - Rockus Band“
(www.oorb.net)

CD: Export-Import!
Music & Lyrics: Orges Toçe
Except 14*, Lyrics: Herion Mustafaraj
Translated @ English: Zero Zero Genti / Brighton (England) 2014
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