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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds Lyrics

                           "O Children"

Pass me that lovely little gun

My dear, my darling one

The cleaners are coming, one by one

You don't even want to let them start

They are knocking now upon your door

They measure the room, they know the score

They're mopping up the butcher's floor

Of your broken little hearts

O children

Forgive us now for what we've done

It started out as a bit of fun

Here, take these before we run away

The keys to the gulag

O children

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice

Children

Rejoice, rejoice

Here comes Frank and poor old Jim

They're gathering round with all my friends

We're older now, the light is dim

And you are only just beginning

O children

We have the answer to all your fears

It's short, it's simple, it's crystal clear

It's round about and it's somewhere here

Lost amongst our winnings

O children

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice

Children

Rejoice, rejoice

The cleaners have done their job on you

They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove

They've hosed you down, you're good as new

They're lining up to inspect you

O children

Poor old Jim's white as a ghost

He's found the answer that we lost

We're all weeping now, weeping because

There ain't nothing we can do to protect you

O children

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice

Children

Rejoice, rejoice

Hey little train! We are all jumping on

The train that goes to the Kingdom

We're happy, Ma, we're having fun

And the train ain't even left the station

Hey, little train! Wait for me!

I once was blind but now I see

Have you left a seat for me?

Is that such a stretch of the imagination?

Hey little train! Wait for me!

I was held in chains but now I'm free

I'm hanging in there, don't you see

In this process of elimination

Hey little train! We are all jumping on

The train that goes to the Kingdom

We're happy, Ma, we're having fun

It's beyond my wildest expectation

Hey little train! We are all jumping on

The train that goes to the Kingdom

We're happy, Ma, we're having fun

And the train ain't even left the station

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Sorrow

Pink Floyd

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land

Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky

A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers

But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise

In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise

He's chained forever to a world that's departed

It's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen and curdled with fright

His knees have trembled and given way in the night

His hand has weakened at the moment of truth

His step has faltered

One world, one soul

Time pass, the river roll

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication

And silent…

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Θεέ  ποὺ ὑπάρχεις καὶ δεν ὑπάρχεις

πού ξέρεις,ὃ,τι δεν ξέρουμε

πού ἒπλασες ὃ,τι δὲν πλάσαμε

-ποὺ μάς ἒπλασες

τύχη,ποὺ μοιράζεις τὰ πάντα

περιθώριο, ὃπου πάμε νὰ σβήσουμε

δυνατέ, ἀφού κάνεις να πεθαίνουμε

ἀδύνατε, ἀφού δὲν μπορείς νὰ μὰς ἐμποδίσεις νὰ πεθάνουμε

---τό συλλογίστηκες πὼς  ἧρθε ἡ ὣρα νὰ μου δώσεις λίγη γαλήνη,

ὃση μπορείς, ὃση μπορώ;

ὃμως,το νοιώθω,

πάλι θα με γελάσεις

ὢ απέραντη πονηριά

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24.03.1926,ΣΕΦΕΡΗΣ-ΜΕΡΕΣ