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You
had promised that we would never separate. Despite the small
problems that we could have, all my hopes are with you. |
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When
you left you told me: "Don’t cry, I will come
back to you soon". But until today I’ve never
received anything, not even a letter. Please send me a sign
that you are alive. |
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I
don’t want any problems, I try to avoid them but they
chase me until my house. Mr Problem leave me alone. |
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I
have seen and heard things that astonish me: while here
food and drinks are being thrown away, elsewhere people
are starving while the rest of the world doesn’t care.
Today it is ‘Everyone for himself’. |
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If
I did wrong to you, say it to me and don’t stay silent.
I have the impression you hold me for less than nothing.
In other times I helped you however. |
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Stop
to say bad things about me, I don’t know you, we have
nothing in common. So forget me and bugger somebody else.
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When
I think about our world torn with wars and conflicts, I
wonder, if God has created us like him, how we could get
there. Stop the wars, it doesn’t bring anything. |
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…
or how to dance when it is already 45° celsius in the
shade |
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I
am astonished by your attitude, you seem to forget how much
I suffered to bring you up to the point you are today. You
don’t even look at me when you meet me on the streets.
Let us start from scratch, let us love each other again
and forget the past. |
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Advices
to the young people so that they behave well. They are the
ones that will manage the days of tomorrow. |
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Woman,
you have been created to give life and maintain it. Now
you are working in a weapons factory building guns that
will kill other’s children and maybe yours as well.
Woman you destroy the world. |
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I
know I have hurt you, but when two people that are in love
have problems they must talk together to find a solution.
Forgive me. |
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A
humorous song about the ‘Marabouts’ (witch-doctors)
and their use of ‘gri-gris’ (magic objects). |
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I
hear say you think you are my rival, but like all the others
you will go away and I will stay. With Poly you are losing
your time, find quickly somebody else because soon you will
start being ridiculous. |
- @ 2005 Robert Falk