Siedzę i myślę o Tobie.

Siedzę wieczorem i myślę o Tobie.
Żyć mi jest trudno, zasnąć nie mogę,
bo czym jest życie, gdy tęsknie do Ciebie

When you will understand how much you mean to me

If I would tell you
How much you mean to me
I think you wouldn't understand it
so I wait, I wait
Until this day comes
When you will understand me

But I can't help myself
I can't stop myself
I am going crazy
And I can't stop myself
Can I control myself
I am going crazy

And I love you
I want you
I wanna talk to you
I wanna be with you
And I love you
I want you
I wanna talk to you
I wanna be with you

I cannot change it
I'm sure not making it
One big hell of a fuss
I cannot turn my back
I've got to face the fact
Life without you is hazy

chorus

Kiss me thrill me don't say goodbye
Hold me love me don't say goodbye
Oh oh oh don't say goodbye

But I can't help myself
and I can't stop myself
I am going crazy
I cannot turn my back
I've got to face the fact
Life without you is hazy

chorus

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Kiss me goodbye

Author: Kelly Family "I Can't Help Myself".

Where'd you go? I miss you so...

Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone

She said somedays I feel like shit
Somedays I wanna quit and just be normal for a bit
I don't understand why you have to always be gone
I get along but your trips always feel so long
And I find myself trying to stay by the phone
Because your voice always helps me to not feel so alone
But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call
And when I pick up I don't have much to say, so


I want you to know it's a little fucked up that
I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating
Telling you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing

Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Please Come back home


You know, the place where you used to live
Used to barbeque with burgers and ribs
Used to have a little party every halloween
with candy by the pile but now
you only stop by every once in a while
Shit, I find myself just filling my time
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind
I'm doing fine and I plan to keep it that way
You can call me if you find that you have something to say
And I'll tell you


I want you to know it's a little fucked up that
I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating
Telling you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing


Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone
Please Come back home


I want you to know it's a little fucked up that
I'm stuck here waiting, no longer debating
Tired of sitting and hating and making these excuses
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless
It seems that one thing has been true all along
You don't really know what you've got till its gone
I guess I've had it with you and your career
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it


Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like its been forever that you've been gone


Please Come back home
Please Come back home
Please Come back home
Please Come back home
Please Come back home

Happy Birthday - Flipsyde

Happy Birthday... so make a wish

Verse 1:
Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
Would you've been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys.
Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes?
I payed for the murder before they determined the sex
Choosing our life over your life meant your death
And you never got'a chance to even open your eyes
Sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you faught for your life?
Would you have been a little genius in love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
Would you have been a little rapper like your papa da Piper?
Would you have made me quit smokin' by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose?
And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?
Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been
Happy birthday...

Chorus:
What I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)
What I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake!

Verse 2:
I've got a millon excuses to why you died
Bet the people got their own reasons for homicide
Who's to say it woulda worked, and who's to say it wouldn't have?
I was young and strugglin' but old enough to be your dad
The fear of being my father has never disappeared
Pondering frequently while I'm sippin' on my beer
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
So when it came time to create I made a mistake
Now you've got a little brother maybe he's really you?
Maybe you really forgave us knowin' we was confused?
Maybe everytime that he smiles it's you proudly knowin' that your father's doin' the right thing now?
I never tell a woman what to do with her body
But if she don't love children then we can't party
Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been
Happy birthday...

Chorus:
What I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)
What I thought was a dream (yeah, make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake!

Verse 3:
And from the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face?
In a place without time and space
Happy birthday...

From the heavens to the womb to the heavens again
From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin
Maybe one day we could meet face to face?
In a place without time and space

Happy birthday...
Chorus:
What I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)
What I thought was a dream (make a wish)
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake...!

Ktoś przed zaśnięciem myśli o tobie

Przy blasku księżyca
Przy nocnej ciszy
Mówie do Ciebie Ty mnie nie słyszysz
I nawet nie wiesz że ktoś o tej porze
Myśli o Tobie bo spać nie może

Author: Daria.

Oczy

A gdy serce twe przytłoczy
Myśl, że żyć nie warto,
Z łez ocieraj cudze oczy,
Chociaż twoich nie otarto.

Author: Maria Konopnicka

Cat's Sweet dream

Hushhhh, originally uploaded by pongo2007.

Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.

Author: Eleanor Farjeon "Cats Sleep Anywhere".

To be or not to be kurwa.

English:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

Author: William Shakespeare"Hamlet".

Polski:
Być albo nie być - oto jest pytanie.
Kto postępuje godniej: ten, kto biernie
Stoi pod gradem zajadłych strzał losu,
Czy ten, kto stawia opór morzu nieszczęść
I w walce kładzie im kres? Umrzeć - usnąć -
I nic poza tym - i przyjąć, że sen
Uśmierza boleść serca i tysiące
Tych wstrząsów, które dostają się ciału
W spadku natury. O tak, taki koniec
Byłby czymś upragnionym. Umrzeć - usnąć -
Spać - i śnić może? Ha, tu się pojawia
Przeszkoda: jakie mogą nas nawiedzić
Sny w drzemce śmierci, gdy ścichnie za nami
Doczesny zamęt? Niepewni, wolimy
Wstrzymać się chwilę. I z tych chwil urasta
Długie, potulnie przecierpiane życie.
Bo gdyby nie ten wzgląd, któż by chciał znosić
To, czym nas chłoszcze i znieważa czas:
Gwałty ciemiężców, nadętość pyszałków,
Męki wzgardzonych uczuć, opieszałość
Prawa, bezczelność władzy i kopniaki,
Którymi byle zero upokarza
Cierpliwą wartość? Któż by się z tym godził,
Gdyby był w stanie przekreślić rachunki
Nagim sztyletem? Kto by dźwigał brzemię
Życia, stękając i spływając potem,
Gdyby nam woli nie zbijała z tropu
Obawa przed tym, co będzie po śmierci,
Przed nieobecną w atlasach krainą,
Skąd żaden jeszcze odkrywca nie wrócił,
I gdyby lęk ten nie kazał nam raczej
Znosić zło znane niż rzucać się w nowe?
Tak to świadomość czyni nas tchórzami
I naturalne rumieńce porywu
Namysł rozcieńcza w chorobliwą bladość,
A naszym ważkim i szczytnym zamiarom
Refleksja plącze szyki, zanim któryś
Zdąży przerodzić się w czyn. - Ale cicho,
Piękna Ofelia! - Nimfo, w swoich modłach
Wspomnij koniecznie każdy z moich grzechów.

Autor: William Shakespeare"Hamlet" w przekładzie Stanisława Barańczaka.

Ἀφροδίτη ή Ἀθήνη

Polish: Czyż nie lepiej śnić o Atenie, niż na jawie musnąć Afrodyty - przebiegłej, niewiernej uwodzicielki. . .

In the mean mood

English: I am in the mean mood. I do not know completely what to do with the coming day. To start for oneself and taste something to do, or live in the my gloomy, imaginary world and remember and meditate about Her.

Español: Estoy en el humor malo. Yo no sé completamente lo que hacer con el día venidero. Para empezar para sí mismo y probar algo hacer, o para vivir en el mi mundo oscuro e imaginario y recordar y meditar acerca de Ella.

Français: Je suis dans l'humeur moyenne. Je ne sais pas complètement ce que pour faire avec le jour prochain. Pour commencer pour soi-même et quelque chose de goût pour faire, ou habiter en le mon monde sombre et imaginaire et rappèle et médite d'Elle.

Italiano: Sono nell'umore medio. Non so completamente ciò che fare col giorno prossimo. Per cominciare per sè stesso ed assaggiare qualcosa per fare, o vivere nell'il mio mondo oscuro, immaginario e ricordare e meditare di Lei.

Polski: Mam podły nastrój. Kompletnie nie wiem co zrobić z nadchodzącym dniem. Zabrać się za siebie i spróbować coś zdziałać, czy dalej żyć w swoim ponurym, urojonym świecie i wspominać, rozmyślać o Niej.

русски: Я нахожусь в скупом настроении. Я не знаю, полностью что сделать с прибывающим днем. Начинать для себя и испытывать кое-что, чтобы сделать, или жить в моем мрачном, воображаемом мире и помнить и размышлять о Ней.

So muchel I thenke upon thee...

Polish: Nie mogłem się powstrzymać...

English: Yet not all but I understand the sense.

Englissh:
When the nightegale singes, The wodes waxen grene: Lef and grass and blosme pringes. In Averil, I wene; (And)love is to min herte gon With one spere so kene: Night and day my blod it drinkes; Min herte deth me tene. Ich have loved all this year That I may live namore; Ich have siked mony sik, Lemmon, for thin ore. Me nis love never the ner, And that me reweth sore. Swete lemmon, thench on me: Ich have loved thee yore. Swete lemmon, I preye thee Of love one speche. Whil I live in world so wide Other nulle I seche. With thy love, my swete leof, My bliss thou mightest eche: A swete cos of thy mouth Mighte be my leche. Swete lemmon, I preye thee Of a love-bene; If thou me lovest, as men says, Lemmon as I wene. And if it thy wille be, Thou loke that it be sene. So muchel I thenke upon thee That all I waxe grene.

In the evening...

Polish: Wieczorem przychodzi sen. Ten, który jest taki spokojny, w którym śnisz o kolorach tęczy i czujesz się wyjątkowy. Wieczorem, gdy światła już zgasną, zamkniesz zmęczone oczy, i poczujesz że odpływasz, daleko... w świat inny niż zwykle, bez bólu i spokojnie. Uśniesz z aniołem, który czuwa nad tobą.

English: In the evening the dream will comes. The one who is such calm you in which dream about the colours of the rainbow and feel exceptional. In the evening, when smart they will already go out, you will close tired eyes, and you will feel that you sail away, far... in the different world than usually, without the pain, you sail calmly. You will fall asleep with the angel who watches over you.