The Cursed One

[Rock Bird]

The New One



Iluzii


De la o vreme nu mai vad nimic

Nu mai stiu nici cine imi e amic,

Totul pare ca mi'ar fi inamic,

Situatia dandu'mi un alt test sadic.

Prima Iluzie.


Vreau un semn, chiar daca primesc sute

Vreau sa vorbesc dar vocea mi'e muta;

Vreau sa vad, dar deja vreau prea multe

Vreau sa gasesc cararea'mi pierduta.

A doua iluzie.


Nu pricep de ce sunt acum aici

Sau de ce imi par toti atat de mici;

De ce nu'mi place sa te vad cand piciC

hiar daca sunteti toti niste nemernici?

A treia iluzie.


Pot sa vorbesc, dar am ales sa tac

Pot sa vad dar am ales sa n'o fac;

Pot pricepe, dar nici n'am incercat

Chiar si destinul poate fi sfidat.

Ultima Iluzie.


Pe false carari mi'am pierdut timpul,

Asteptand sa mai treaca anotimpul...

Prin iluzii eu mi'am pierdut simtul;

Prin iluzii nu mi'am pierdut timpul.




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There is a place where someone once came,
Back then, no one even knew her new name
They all just started an innocent game
They didn't know, so they're not to blame
They didn't know what she did became
She was so different, yet she was the same
Little kids like the famous Boehm,
Who know nothing of what they claim
Just little kids lost for a fake fame,
Confused, lonely freaks, lost with no aim.

She's just a kid, she's just not a saint
No matter what you wanna see, it just ain't
All I can see it's that she feels my taint
But I know that I won't hear her sound of complaint
All I will get to see will be her faint,
But I know that I won't hear her sound of complaint
Even if I can feel that she feels my taint
All I'll get to see will be this bloody paint
Without her saying her sound of complaint
She'll will just cease under the sign of my taint.

She wanted to help, but how to explain
To a bunch of kids, what's in your brain?
She's just a new kid in this domain,
They don't know her, but she won't complain
Because in the end nothing was in vain,
Even when you don't have what to claim;
They all may say that she is insane
Or won't accept her how others sustain
But they can't see that they are all lame
No matter what, in that place she'll remain!




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You thought you knew them all,

You knew you had no goal!

You said you're in your hall

But then they heard your call.



When you were lost into your mall,

When you were spinning like a ball;

When you thought you were way too tall

They came to save you from your fall.



They all went just through your wall,

Back then, when you were so small

When all you could do was crawl

They saved you, as I recall.




Spirit cazut in banal

Stai in satul tau natal
Care nici n-are canal
Si te-amagesti intr-un hal
Care-ti poate fi fatal.

Spirit cazut in banal,
Nu vezi cat esti de penal?

Stai si muncesti ca un cal,
Cand ai chef, mergi si pe mal;
Lasandu-te dus de val,
Te faci prastie ca la bal.

Nu vezi cat esti de penal,
Spirit cazut in banal?

Vrei sa fii senzational,
Intr-un mediu infernal
Sa devii tu "rational"
Restul fiind doar hormonal!?

Chiar nu vezi ca esti penal,
Spirit cazut in banal???

Doar aici, la tribunal
Pot sa vad intr-un final:
N-ai nimic original,
Esti ceva promotional.

Pacat ca te crezi alt baal,
Spirit, violet, cristal,
Spirit cazut in banal!

Nu e nimic personal,
Ca n-al prins al meu semnal,
Si ai luat al lor pumnal
Devenind alt criminal.

Spirit cazut in banal,
Tu vezi doar ce-i material...




Ianade

~ part 1 ~

I still dream of our world,
Where only our art is perfect
Here, where it's imperfect to them;
Here, where imperfect means perfect.

I still remember that naive dream
Where there was no perfect;
No right, no wrong, no rules:
No me, no you, just art.

I still dream of that old world,
A place with no illusions:
Where I feel that I know and I know what I feel
Where the all is mind, and my universe is mental.

I want to feel, to understand, your universe and ITS
I want to see, to find my way
In this gay world of fear;
I want to know if me will be the Anti-Christ or God.

I want to see, to understand
But all this doesn't matter
Unless you share some of your experience
To those who really need it.

I've got nothing to prove,
To me or to another;
Just a lot of things to share
Even my lost brother.

I still dream of our world,
So easy to speak of...
I still dream of that world
Where you is me, and me is you...




Vise pe fereastra

Nu vrei sa vezi, nu vrei sa crezi
Ca si ei sunt ca tine, dar si tu esti ca ei
Va rupeti in figuri, si c'un aer de vedeta
Zici ca le stii pe toate, iar restu's dobitoci.

Nu stii ce vrei, dar totusi, vrei;
Asa'ti pierzi vremea zi de zi,
Ratacind pe'a ta carare, injurand toti ghizii
Ca doar tu le stii pe toate, iar restu's dobitoci.

Nu inletegi, nu'ti pasa
De ce e'n jurul tau, de tine sau de altii
Dar nici n'ai incercat, poate doar declarativ
Hai, zi ca mint, gunoaie, arata'mi ca ma'nsel.

Ti'ar placea asta, dar nu vrei cum vreau eu
Tu doar pentru orgoliu, eu pentru ca te vad
Cum fugi de tine insuti, cum fugi de fapt de toti
Dar nu te poti ascunde, ca nu's toti dobitoci.

Te vad si poate'mi pasa, poate vreau sa te ajut
Sau poate paranoia ta are dreptate, si vreau de fapt opusu'
Haide, scoate mastile la'naintare, ego'ul si toata trupa
Prin liberul tau arbitru, alegi sa fii alt orb.

Nu vrei, ok, dar spune
Ca noi stim asta deja, o faci deci pentru tine
Dar atunci nu te mai plange, nu te mai lamenta
C'arunci cu mana ta, doar vise pe fereastra.



The Deal

Once upon a turning wheel,
I told someone I can heal;
Then we made a childish deal
That his heart won't be of steel.

I told him he should reveal
What's behind his goddamn seal;
He asked me "How would you feel
If you were the only eel?

If to them I were to squeal,
If to them I were to kneel,
If I'll tell them how I feel
I'll be turned into their meal!"

"All these things will just go spiel
And you'll just end as a veal,
Making all your hopes unreal
And you'll be just your own blood meal..."



Fraeru'

intr'o lume indoctrinatapana'n gat
intr'o tarapopulatade distrusi
intr'un oras destul de futut
Se pendula.

Cine?
Mai conteaza?
Nu.
Asa credeam si eu.

intr'o zi de vara
Pe o stradadubioasarau
Faranimeni, nici macar propria'i umbra
Se plimba.

Cine mai, cine???
Conteaza?
...
Asa credeam si eu.

La un moment dat se opreste
Se uitain stanga, in dreapta
Vede diversi, fiecare prins cu problemele lui
Dar nu se uitain spate.

N'am timp de povesti nemuritoare copile, spune'mi o datace vrei si dispari !
De ce as face asta?
Pentru camaenervezi!
Asa, si...? Mavei asculta panala capat, pentru catu VREI samaasculti.

Fiecare era atat de prins in ale lui,
incat nici nu l'au observat cand a trecut pe langaei.
Cand s'a bagat in seamacu vreunul, vrand saajute
A fost in cele din urmaalungat, auzind vrute si nevrute.

Dupao anumitaperioadade timp
si'a intors din nou privirea in fata,
A pornit din nou pe drumul sau
Vazandu'si in continuare de propria'i viata.

Cei pe care i'a lasat in urma
Au ramas prinsi in problemele lor
Neputand savadacarezolvarea
si orice altceva este doar in mintea lor.

Unii se vedeau adulti,
Altii puneau unul altuia diverse etichete
Judecand totul farasainteleaganimic,
Batand pasul pe loc, sau inaintand in vidu' vietii lor.

Vorbind multe, cadoar nu te doare gura savorbesti
Facand putine, cadeh', pentru asta existascuze
Jucandu'se cu tot ce le picain mana
Copilul ii vedea pe ceilalti asa cum sunt: doar alti copii.

Asa incepe o poveste, iar alta se sfarseste;
Asta doar continua, la fel ca panaacum
Copilu' fiind mai mare, copilu' fiind copil,
Cu liberu' arbitru, contestat de toti.

Ai terminat ?
Da.
Acum binevoiesti sataci din gura?
Nu.
De ce !?
Nu pot. De fapt, nu vreau.



Fum de tigara


La o margine de drum
ÃŽntr-o zi de vară,
Complet orbit de-al ei fum
Zaci tu cu o ţigară.

Cazut mai jos de pamant
Dar sprijinit de-o bara,
O tacere de mormant
Se aude afara.

Acoperit de zgura,
Te uiti cu acei ochi goi...
Ma vezi ca o figura
Eu ca pe-un baietoi.

As vrea sa te ridic
Din fumul de tigara
Gustul sa-ti schimb un pic
Ca prea esti tu amara.

Tu doar te uiti la mine,
Fara sa stii ce vrei
Lasi fumul sa te aline
Crezand ca toti sunt strei.




The Beginning

by Maura

In a shitty world of nothing
Where you blame it on the fear,
Running from the "bad" and "dear"
You were raised as their replace.

Living for the taste of blood
Fucking for the sake of God
Smiling, like a fucking star
Lying, because that's what you are.

"Oh, the great rebel of blood
Dreamy sin covered with mud,
You can see that you disown
The One who gave you the throne?"

You're no sheep, she's way too smart
You're no ant, she works too hard
You're nor a Saint, neither a God,
You're the lame one of the squad.

Oh, you want to judge me now?
Go ahead, I still won't bow
You know why, lame imp of mud?
I'm not like you, lame as a bug....

You see...I am who I am
I'm not your condemn like them
You think I'm a blind, and stupid freak
But you can't see that YOU'RE the creep.

YES, I am just who I am
I am The Cursed One who'll command
I don't care, I'll always fight
If you don't like it, out of my SIGHT!