Flash!

Show some more skin!
But no feelings within!
Flash!
Give me sensualty,
Make love to the camera!
Give me ecstasy,
Don't let them see who you are.
Flash!
You got tired, who cares?
Give me what I ask!
Flash!
If you won't, there are million girls just like you
Who would do what I tell them to!
Flash!

Since she was a little girl, she dreamt to get on the cover of a magazine,
Smiling at the camera as she's told and showing some more of her skin.
Parents asked her what will happen when she gets all wrinkled and fat
All models end up the same, didn't anybody tell her that?

Give me energy,
Come on, smile for me!
Flash!
Give me fury and rage,
Come on, show some revenge!
Flash!
Look at me, look aside,
And put on that diva smile!
Flash!
You got tired, who cares?
Give me what I ask!
Flash!
If you won't, there are million girls just like you
Who would do what I tell them to!
Flash!

Now she smiles from up the catwalk, she's got fortune and fame.
Her dad called her for her birthday to tell her she should be ashamed!
Cause from a huge poster on every highway in the country, she smiles down
Commercials for lengerie always pay best, about 10 000 dollars per month.

Give me simplicity,
No, show me arrogance!
Flash!
Give me everything, baby!
Show me you are furious!
Flash!
You got tired, who cares?
Give me what I ask!
Flash!
If you won't, there are million girls just like you
Who would do what I tell them to!
Flash!

High heels, top skills, designer cloths and make up non-stop,
Some pills every 2 hours to end the headache she's got.
She just puts on a Hollywood smile, perfect white are her teeth.
Plastic surgery, botox, even though she was only nineteen.

You got tired, who cares?
Give me what I ask!
Flash!
If you won't, there are million girls just like you
Who would do what I tell them to!
Flash!

Ruslana Korshunova (2nd of July 1987-28the of June 2008)

Good Girl With Cruel Intentions

Don't tell me what I should be,
Really don't mess with me.
They say I'm such a pretty girl, 'cause I always dress decently.
Never cleavage exposed and never skirts above the knee.
They say I look like a girld from the boarding school
'Cause I wear my hair up and I've got glasses to suit.
They say I'm always by the book, no matter what
And I am not gonna mess with that.
I do act like a good girl unless...
Unless I'm furious!

Refrain:
Not so far from the aggression,
And yet not too far from perfection.
You pretend
Not to understand
This brandnew conception
That I am.
I am a good girl with cruel intentions
(Unless you can get my affection).

Don't try to block me if I get you upset,
Really, I'm much better than that.
I'm not what you think I am, not what you see,
There's much under those dresses never above the knee.
I know things that I haven't learned in school,
I'm not a hallelujah girl, no one will play me for a fool.
I do act like a good girl unless...
Unless I'm furious!


Refrain:
Not so far from the aggression,
And yet not too far from perfection.
You pretend
Not to understand
This brandnew conception
That I am.
I am a good girl with cruel intentions
(Unless you can get my affection).

Poezie despre diriga

Colegii de liceu ştiu despre ce este vorba! ;)

Ora cică a-nceput, iar diriga se răsteşte:
"În şuturi îl dau afară pe cel ce râde prosteşte!"
Ce să faci? Stai şi asculţi, până când se ia de tine,
Însă azi tu ai noroc: "Iar se sună de ieşire?"
Vine şi la ora a doua, scuipă foc, expiră fum
Şi ne-ntreabă alarmată: "Care-i ultimul volum?"
Este linişte deplină, parcă-i la înmormântare:
"E la mintea puiului!", dar Tudor habar nu are!
"- Vintiloiu, spune-acum, tu cu ce te-ai pregătit?"
"- Doamnă, eu n-am învăţat, pentru că am fost răcit!"
"- Băiete, asta nu-i scuză, pentru astăzi ai un 2!"
Iar către colţul din stânga: "Fără discuţie-ntre voi!"
Când mai e juma' de oră, se leagă şi de Andreea:
"- Irimie, haide, spune, ai învăţat poezia?"
"- Doamnă, eu n-am avut timp, am fost plecată de-acasă!"
"- Ce-ai zis? Am ajuns să te tratez ca pe ultimul din clasă!"
"Hodiş, iarăşi te trezeşti vorbind? Ce, aici suntem la piaţă?"
"Şi Denis, ia nu mai râde, că şi tu eşti ca o ţaţă!"
"Iliescu, tu ce faci? Stai ca nea Gheorghe la poartă!"
"Ca să nu mai zic de Teo, care stă plăcintă-n bancă!"
Catalogul îl deschide. Oare cine-i condamnat?
"- Paul, spune-mi acum, tu cam ce-ai mai învăţat?
"- Doamnă, eu n-am fost la şcoală" "- Asta nu e treaba mea!
Bălan, concentrează-te! Mie spune-mi lecţia!"
"- Dar eu nu m-am pregătit!"
"- Băiete, nu eşti capabil! Ai avut doar de citit!"
"- Pişcărac, ia spune tu, pentru oră ce-ai adus?"
"- Am venit cu cinci romane şi chiar am învăţat în plus!"
Când mai sunt 10 secunde, ora se încheie brusc:
"Vlasă, notează în caiet! Să nu zici că nu ţi-am spus!"

Foşti iubiţi

O uşă ce se deschide doar când intru sau ies eu,
Uneori uit că s-a terminat şi te aştept să vii.
Partea ta de pat e goală, mă gândesc la tine mereu,
Iar tu-mi zâmbeşti acum doar din fotografii.

Pe lista de foşti iubiţi adaug şi numele tău,
Scris cu litere groase de tipar.
Şi tu ai jurat că mă vei iubi mereu,
Dar... mereu există un "dar"!

Dar nu mai poţi să vii,
Dar nu mai vrei,
Dar nu mai ştii
Cum să mă iei.

Iar mâna mea scrie
Cu numărul o mie
Numele tău
Pe lista de foşti iubiţi.

Nu au fost o mie, dar toţi au venit la întâmplare
Şi au plecat spunând că poate au ghinion.
Câte un pic din sufletul meu a luat fiecare
Şi am rămas să scriu iubitul cu numărul un milion.

Şi toţi vorbeau despre casa pe care o vom avea,
Despre cum îi va chema pe copii, dar ce ghinion
Se întâmplă mereu la fel, se repetă istoria,
Adio, iubitul meu cu numărul un milion!

Dar nu mai poţi să vii,
Dar nu mai vrei,
Dar nu mai ştii
Cum să mă iei.

Iar mâna mea scrie
Cu numărul o mie
Numele tău
Pe lista de foşti iubiţi.

Am o colecţie de inele, câte unul de la fiecare,
Păstrez mii de flori uscate, presate în jurnale.
Încă unul îmi spune adio şi sună atât de banal.
Adio, iubitul meu cu numărul un miliard!

Denise

"Don't kiss on the mouth",
"And don't fall in love!"
There were the rules
Made by Madame Louis
And all men played the fools
And asked for Denise.
All men called her Mademoiselle, but her name was Denise,
He knew she loved him, he could tell from her kiss.
All men wanted her, but he was the only man who loved her.
All men lusted her, but she was afraid that one would hurt her.

REFRAIN:
"Please, Denise,
Come home with me!"
He begged on his knees
She pretended not to hear nor see.
He also played the fool
And she obeyed the rules
She knew he'd understand
If she turned her head.
But the next morning they found her dead!

"Don't be late tonight"
"And don't leave my sight!"
There were the rules
Made by Madame Louise.
And all men played the fools
And paid for Denise.
She said "Close the door in your way out, the next one is waiting"
She said she didn't love him, but he knew she was faking.
The girls told her not to go with him 'cause she was the best.
The next morning they found her with a knife in her chest.

REFRAIN: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .

"Give them your body"
"And take the money!"
There were the rules
Made by Madame Louise.
And all men played the fools
And asked for Denise.


REFRAIN: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .

Fata din oglinda mea

Plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea,
Palmele-şi apasă pe ochii mari şi grei.
Cum aş putea s-o alin, când chiar eu sunt ea?
Şi lacrimi mari cad pe obrajii ei.
Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea...

De afară se revarsă lumina de la lună,
Ea se priveşte în oglinda din dormitor.
A uitat că are peria de păr în mână,
A uitat că-n jurul ei miroase a flori.
Stă nemişcată, aşteptând o minune,
El a promis, dar n-ar fi întâia oară
Când ar uita de promisiune...

Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea,
Palmele-şi apasă pe ochii mari şi grei.
Cum aş putea s-o alin, când chiar eu sunt ea?
Şi lacrimi mari cad pe obrajii ei.
Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea...

Oftează lung muşcând buza uscată
De sete şi de nesfârşit delir.
În întuneric, obosită, tremură toată.
O privesc şi uit să mai respir.
E târziu, luminile se sting pe rând
Şi fata din oglinda mea plânge în mine.
Va adormi din nou cu el în gând
Şi el... el nu cred că mai vine...

Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea,
Palmele-şi apasă pe ochii mari şi grei.
Cum aş putea s-o alin, când chiar eu sunt ea?
Şi lacrimi mari cad pe obrajii ei.
Şi plânge-n seara aceasta fata din oglinda mea...

Old

I thought I'd always love summer skies and seas of blue,
I thought I'd live just to spend my life with you.
I used to dream of distant places, but that's all history.
Now all I used to believe in is just a memory.
I always hoped to be the one who saves the world,
Now I don't want anything, I must be growing old.

I used to dream of making stormy revolutions,
But now that kind of dreams just bring silly confusion.
And when I spoke, I thought anyone will stop and listen,
But now I feel like there is something missing.
I don't want to be a world hero any more.
I've lost my touch, I must be growing old.

There was always a chance, there always stood tomorrow,
Now I leave behind silly regrets and aching sorrow.
My heart used to pump with fire through the ocean,
Now the years pass and I don't pay much attention.
Some say I'm ignorant 'cause I don't care at all.
I've had my time of glory, I must be growing old.

What I gotta do to keep all those naive dreams alive?
If I made one more effort, I don't think I'd survive.
I'm too tired to try, too tired to even pretend I'm ok,
In the end no one will give a damn, nor remember anyway.
My body is young, but I've got scars in my soul.
I made my moves, life got me bruised, I'm growing old.

Every step is now made after long time hesitation
Or not made at all and given up at first rejection.
I payed my dues, gave more than I received,
I have no regrets for the adventurous life that I lived.
I did my part, I played my role
I'm stopping here, I'm growing old.