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Fly on the wings of love 

Fly on the wings of love
Fly baby fly
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky
Maybe it is mine
Fly on the wings of love
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky

In the summer night
When the moon shines bright
Feeling love forever
And the heat is on
When the daylight is gone
Still - happy together

There is just one more thing I would like to add
He's the greatest love I've ever had

Fly on the wings of love
Fly baby fly
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky

And as time goes by
There is a lot to try
And I'm feeling lucky oooh yeah
In the softest sand
Smiling hand in hand
Love is all around me

There's just one more thing I would like to add
He's the greatest love I've ever had

Fly on the wings of love
Fly baby fly
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky.

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Ljóð dagsins

Freedom

I won't let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It's the one good thing that I've got
I won't let you down
So please don't give me up
Because I would really, really love to stick around

Heaven knows I was just a young boy
Didn't know what I wanted to be
I was every little hungry schoolgirl's pride and joy
And I guess it was enough for me
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock and roll TV
But today the way I play the game is not the same
No way
Think I'm gonna get me some happy

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I told you so
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone else I've got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy
What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on MTV
But today the way I play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now I'm gonna get myself happy

I think there's something you should know
I think it's time I stopped the show
There's something deep inside of me
There's someone I forgot to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Don't think that I'll be back again
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don't belong to you
And you don't belong to me
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You've gotta give for what you take

Well it looks like the road to heaven
But it feels like the road to hell
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well
Posing for another picture
Everybody's got to sell
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last

That's what you get

I say that's what you get

That's what you get for changing your mind

And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man

I'll hold on to my freedom
May not be what you want from me
Just the way it's got to be
Lose the face now
I've got to live

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Ljóð dagsins

Comfortably numb 

 

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear youre feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok.
Just a little pinprick. [ping]
Therell be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. good.
Thatll keep you going for the show.
Come on its time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

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„Mest hugsað til Pink Floyd“

Ljóð dagsins

The closest thing to crazy

How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own…
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.

How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?

...and being close to you
...and being close to you.

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Ljóð dagsins

DJ, take me away

When the night falls down, I want you
DJ, please, take me away
And when the lights go down, I need you
DJ, please, take me away

When the night falls down, I want you
DJ, please, take me away
And when the lights go down, I need you
DJ, please, take me away

I’ll take you away
Take me away
I’ll take you away
Take me away

When the night falls down, I want you
DJ, please, take me away
And when the lights go down, I need you
DJ, please, take me away

When the night falls down, I want you
DJ, please, take me away
And when the lights go down, I need you
DJ, please, take me away

I’ll take you away
Take me away
I’ll take you away
Take me away
Take me away

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„Stressið er ekki komið“

Ljóð dagsins

 

O Julissi - Ishtar - Belgía 2008

O julissi na jalyni,
O julissi na dytini
O bulo diti non slukati
Sestrone dina katsu.

O julissi na ti buku
O julissi na katinu
Dvoranu mojani bidna
Marusi naja otcha tu

Pokoli sestro moja kona
Pokoli meni dita boja
Jalina pitsu marusinja
Kolosali krokodili

O julissi na jalyni,
O julissi na dytini
O bulo diti non slukati
Sestrone dina katsu.

O julissi na ti buku
O julissi na katinu
Dvoranu mojani bidna
Marusi naja otcha tu

Pokoli sestro moja kona
Pokoli meni dita boja
Jalina pitsu marusinja
Kolosali krokodili

O julissi na jalyni,
O julissi na dytini
O bulo diti non slukati
Sestrone dina katsu.

O julissi na slukati
O julissi na kotchali
Od nu je dvorian ne si bili
Precko sti budo najali

O julissi na ja

O julissi na jalyni,
O julissi na dytini
O bulo diti non slukati
Sestrone dina katsu.

O julissi na jalyni,
O julissi na dytini
O bulo diti non slukati
Sestrone dina katsu.

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Ljóð dagsins

Hajde da ludujemo

Wow!

Ne moraš biti bogat i lijep
Samo budi dobar i pokloni mi cvijet
Ne moraš biti snažan i grub
Da budeš sav moj svijet

Ti si momak za pobjede
Dvije prave rijeèi bit èe dovoljne
Plava zvijezda na nebu sja
Ti si onaj koji tajnu zna

Hajde da ludujemo ove noæi
Hajde zaljubi se u moje oèi
Tvoje su usne kao èokolada
To mi se dopada

Hajde da ludujemo ove noæi
Hajde zaljubi se u moje oèi
Tvoje su usne kao èokolada
To mi se dopada

Ne moraš biti bogat i lijep
Samo budi dobar i pokloni mi cvijet
Ne moraš biti snažan i grub
Da budeš sav moj svijet

Ti si momak za pobjede
Dvije prave rijeèi bit èe dovoljne
Plava zvijezda na nebu sja
Ti si onaj koji tajnu zna

Hajde da ludujemo ove noæi
Hajde zaljubi se u moje oèi
Tvoje su usne kao èokolada
To mi se dopada

Hajde da ludujemo ove noæi
Hajde zaljubi se u moje oèi
Tvoje su usne kao èokolada
To mi se dopada

Wow!

Hajde da ludujemo ove noæi
Hajde zaljubi se u moje oèi
Tvoje su usne kao èokolada
To mi se dopada

Hajde da ludujemo ove noæi
Hajde zaljubi se u moje oèi
Tvoje su usne kao èokolada
To mi se dopada

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Ljóð dagsins

Man in black 

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

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Ljóð dagsins

Glad I´m not a Kennedy - Shoina Lang

Living on through politics
Body-guarded, heart in bits
A blue-eyed honesty
Indigo injury
The family tree is felled
Bereavement worn so well
Giving up on certainty
Wilderness society

Wearing the fame like a loaded gun
Tied up with a rosary
I'm glad I'm not a Kennedy

Imagine being a Kennedy
Rule without remedy
To watch your family die
The world loves a sacrifice
Prophets longing for the three
Honouring the tragedy
They hunger for the crime
The privilege to take a life

Wearing the fame like a loaded gun
Tied up with a rosary
Ooh, I'm glad I'm not a Kennedy

...and is not peace basically
A matter of human rights?
The right to live out our lives
Without fear of devastation?
The right to breathe air
As nature provided it?
The right of future generations
To a healthy existence?
Let us if we can step back from
The shadows of war and seek out
The way of peace...

I love the look in your eyes
I can see your soul sometimes and we laugh
When we try too hard we stop and start
Oh imagine being a Kennedy
I'm glad I'm not a Kennedy

Wearing the fame like a loaded gun
Tied up with a rosary
I'm glad I'm not a Kennedy

Imagine being a Kennedy
Ooh I'm glad I'm not a Kennedy

...the cost of freedom is always high,
Yet one path we shall never choose
- that is the path of surrender or submission.
When a man's way please the lord,
The scriptures tell us,
‘He maketh even his enemies
To be at peace with him'.
We will not prematurely or unnecessarily
Risk the course of worldwide nuclear war
In which even the fruits of victory
Would be ashes in our mouths
Ashes in our mouths...
Ashes in our mouths...
Ashes in our mouths...

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