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Not a Scribe nor Stinographer It's me, Tei, as you guys know. Poet loriette and all that jazz.


Silver Nephil
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Daftly Written Love Song
I'm not much for singin'.
Tongue just can't make the words.
My voice ain't as strong as my pen.
Mind finds this rhyme scheme absurd.

But if I had a stronger voice
or maybe looser jeans
y'know I'd sing for you...
I'd sing for you...
like the nightingale.

I love you...

Ich bin eine alte Seele...
dein kleiner, Kaempfe Spatz...
Ich habe wartet tausend Jahre Zeit fuer dich in diesem einsam Platz.
Ich wuerde ewig warten...

Aber wenn ich habe eine starker Stimme
oder Armen zu schwimmen des Mer...
du kennst ich wuerde singen fuer dich...
Ich wuerde singen fuer dich...
wie die Nachtigall...

Ich liebe dich...

Yo soy un vagabundo...
Mi camino es largo.
Pero como todos los caminos llevaban a Roma,
tal vez esto sangre gitana que me llevan a ti...,
a la casa...

Riu riu chiu...
Canta para mi,
mientras estoy andando...

Te amo...

Onun için uçmak, uçmak, uçmak,
Onu kalbime uçmak
Kanat, kanat, kanat yolunuzu
Ona Kanat yol...

Sevi seviyorum...

Je braver les marées de la guerre
autant que braver la mer!

Je t'ame...

Sinsear!
Sinsear, tá a fhios agam tú imithe agus fanacht os mo ...
Ach beidh tú ag fanacht ar feadh tamaill damanta níos faide!
Níl grá mé faoi cheangal chun freastal!

Is breá liom tú!

Und ich wuerde Singen!
Ich wuerde Singen wie die Nachtigall!

Ich liebe dich...

I'll sing for you... I'll sing for you...
Though my voice ain't much use for singin'...
I'll sing for you...
in any tongue you deem...

Ya habibti...uhibooki...

Och, chciałbym pływać cztery tysiące kilometrów
i chciałbym jeździć osiemset więcej
tylko za jeden, który chodził pięćdziesiąt więcej mil
spadać do twoich drzwi!

I to powiedzieć. Mam na myśli.
Jeden dzień, będę leżeć obok Ciebie,
i śpiewać do ucha ...

Kocham cię ...

And lookin' at it now...
Seems like a buncha boastful promises...
Empty words hangin' on th'breeze...
But sure's th'winds'll turn five minutes from now...
Sure as'll snow here in spring...

One day we'll have our house in a valley,
or some cliff by the sea, up in the treetops,
doesn't matter where t'me...

But one day soon, one day...that bird'll arrive...
and I'll be there...with thee...




 
 
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