Deine Lakaien – Slowly Comes my Night

Can you see these eyes
These eyes so bright

Day and night they need you

Are awaiting you
Quiet days passed me by

Silent tears who will cry

Filled with thoughts four you

Nights are cold without you

 

Refrain x2

And slowly comes my night

Quiet colors calm my eyes

And step by step i understand

It is a question of time
And wherever you are

Hiding far away or close to me

Send my answers to your land

Out of my darkened hole
I will never give up

Time will never stand still

Come back home piece of art

And embrace my sin

 

Refrain x2

And slowly comes my night

Quiet colors calm my eyes

And step by step i understand

It is a question of time
Peace will grow in this heart

It will never fall apart

Colours light on canvas white

All the portraits start to sing
Songs of good, songs they know

All these answers start with if

Will we redefine the line

And forget all these crimes

 

Refrain x2

And slowly comes my night

quiet colors calm my eyes

and step by step i understand

it is a question of time
Question of time,

Question of time…

Deine Lakaien - Slowly comes my Night

I could bore you know with some figures about up to 30% of the Romanian labor force being “employed” in the agricultural sector (contributing some nothing to the local GDP btw and leaving a gap of basic commodities to be filled by imports waaaaaayy higher than domestic production). Those are serious topics and we could and should reflect a lot about them. We could also talk about Romanian’s strong commitment to religion, which in other cities than the capital will manifest itself by phenomena such as people – including emo subculture guys – making their cross at every church they come along (oh, boy, they are plenty!). This might seem strange, if not akward, but no, I have something much better for you. Being internet marketer myself I was very excited about the following email, sent to a friend of mine and owner of one (or actually more) ecommerce-shop(s):

“I am priest Florin, a monk from the city of Iasi (Jassy) and represent an orthodox parish in Jassy. We support several social programs and would like to earn a buck. If possible, we would like to promote your business or to advertise it in Jassy, may it be brochures, magazines, by me, our family or our partners. We can advertise you also in archbishop-ship seats, Parishs, Monasteries, via the Internet using affiliate programs or via email to thousands of friends. We have a tax number, a bank account [not something necessarily common in Romania, in 2008 just 50% of the population maintained relationships with banks; S.H.]. Regarding advertising, we can also display banner ads in our Parishs. We also have the possibility to print brochures and flyers at convenient production prices.”

This sounds like a bargain not to refuse but to make things clear an alternative translation would be like this:

“While my fucking peasant buddies still plow their land using utilities unchanged for some hundreds of years and which might not even be locally produced due to a lack of know-how [scythe imported from Western Europe e.g.] and their horse (or wife – according to possibilities) we, the cool dudes from the church – are way ahead: We offer you display advertising, affiliate and email marketing (high open rate guaranteed) for both popular online and offline channels. At your request we can even be a complete agency with production capabilities at reseller prices. We even do not refrain from sending unsolicited mail aka spam for customer acquisitions, because we know, that in our case, the target population will highly appreciate it. That’s basically why we are able to build one new church after the other even though the whole construction sector is crushed.”

Well then, good to know that technology and century old traditions can live this well together. Not that the loudspeakers transmitting the church service in the very heart of Bucharest wouldn’t have remind me often enough. But it’s really as contradictory as this: while the peasant are cropping their land with century old plows and cutting the grass with scythes, our friends in the monastery might even operate their church bells conveniently by the push o a button and remote: by SMS – they might be even wearing a swarovski powered robe.

I always knew, Romania can do it. Hallelujah.

Bonus for fans: A Romanian Pries blessing a car. No fake. Source unknown, author shall contact me for credits.

Keny Arkana – Je Me Barre Lyrics – English and French

je me barre – Lyrics – French

J’ai jamais squatté la routine
Et le manque de vie qui se tasse sac, à l’arrache, allez hop! J’me casse!
J’vais pas laisser ma vie prisonnière de la leur, quitte à galérer ici je m’en vais galérer ailleurs
Tchao tchao les éducs! J’me barre! Vous pouvez appeler les flics, fermer la porte, j’passerais par la fenêtre c’est clair!
J’ai ma liberté qui m’attend juste devant
J’vais pas la faire patienter 1,2,3 tchao tout le monde!
Allez pas le temps pour le blabla j’suis toujours la seule à partir
Putain aucun de mes potes n’a jamais été de la partie
Là où le système ensorcelle à coup de vibes sordides
Pour moi un enclos est fait pour essayer d’en sortir
Alors j’me barre!
Besoin d’aller respirer autre part
Ici on veut me dresser et me faire avancer au pas
Moi j’ai besoin de liberté, de vibrer dans son aura
Les flics au cul j’les entend dire " la petite on l’aura" ( ouais ouais )

Refrain x2

J’me barre!
Tchao tchao le foyer j’me barre!
Je m’en vais respirer autre part!

Toujours en train d’improviser à chacune de mes courses
Dans les bras de la liberté un tas de controleurs à mes trousses
Portée par le vent allez dire aux uniformes sur les nerfs
Qu’ils ne m’attraperont même pas en rêve!
Mes nuits dehors réveillé par un frisson
En éveil même quand je dors connecté à mon intuition
J’ai rien à craindre bercée par le chant de la lune
La chance dans les mains libres enfant de la rue
Loin du monde des adultes illogique et rigide
Fugitive de leur enclos narguant flics et vigiles
Fuck! c’est peut être con mais c’est ainsi
J’insiste! Vos lois sont immorales, ma délinquance à des principes!
Alors laissez moi en paix vous pouvez toujours attendre
Si vous voulez me voir ramper plutôt une balle dans la tempe!
Ennivrée là où mon coeur me porte j’men irai
Moi j’suis faites pour vivre entre les mailles de vos filets!

refrain x2

Libre ça m’suffit c’est impec!
Moi j’suis bien quand j’ai rien car pour être libre faut avoir rien à perdre
Ma liberté a rendu vert les hommes en bleu
Cage d’escalier comme logis J’change de maison quand j’veux
J’change de ville quand j’veux élue sans domicile
J’vagabonde les yeux ouverts l’enfant des rues est en visite
Me méfiant de l’adulte comme de la peste
Car l’adulte est une balance, un collabo ou un traître
Crois en mon expérience!
Sous pression car ma juge est en colère
Laissez moi vivre t’façon j’ai plus l’droit d’aller au collège
Alors merde! Aujourd’hui j’ai 14 piges j’fugue depuis un bout de temps
J’ai pris de la bouteille et j’ai besoin de personne!
La vie m’éduque et la vadrouille m’ouvre l’esprit
Les rencontres m’apprennent bien plus que leurs profs
Bref c’est l’école de la vie à l’air libre là où le ciel est l’toit Entre Ciments et Belle Etoile.

I’m taking off – English Translation – Lyrics

I’ve never squatted the routine
And the lack of life that’s squashed up, my backpack quickly done, here i go, I’m leaving.
I’m not going to let my life be prisoner to their’s, even though I’m having a hard time here, I’m going to have a hard time else where.
Ciao Ciao educators, I’m taking off, you can call the cops, close the door, I’ll come through the window, that’s for sure!
I’ve got my liberty, which is waiting for me right infront of me
I won’t keep it waiting 123, Ciao every one !
So, no time for bla bla bla, I’m always the only one to leave.
Shit, none of my mates have ever been up for it!
There, where the system cast you with sordid vibes
For me, an enclosure is made so i can try and get out of it
so, i’m taking off!
need to go and breathe some where else
Here, they want to rise up against me and make me move forward very slowly.
I need freedom to thrill in my glory
The cops on my tail, I hear them say, the little one, yeah we’ll get her (yeah yeah)

Chorus (x2)
I’m taking off
Bye bye home, I’m taking off
I’m going to breathe elsewhere!

Always improving in each of my races
In the arms of freedom, a load of inspectors on my tail!
Driven by the wind, go and tell those men in uniforms loosing their composure
that they will never catch me, not even in their dreams
My nights outside, awoken by a shiver
All senses alert, even when I sleep, (I’m) connected to my intuition
I’ve got nothing to fear, cradled by the song of the moon
The luck (is) in my free hands, street child
Far from the world of illogical and stubborn adults
Fugitives of their enclosure, from taunting cops and security guards
Fuck! it may be stupid, but that’s how it is
I insist, your laws are immoral and my delinquance has some principals
So leave me in peace, you can always wait
if you want to see me crawl, rather than with a bullet in my temple
Drunk, I’ll go away where my heart takes me
I was made to live between the stitching of your net

Chorus x2

Free, that’s alright, that’s perfect!
Me, well I’m alright when I have nothing because to be free you gotta have nothing to loose
my freedom made the men in blue get angry
stairwells as homes, I change houses when I want,
I change town when I want, chosen as homeless
I’m strolling, eyes open, the street kid is paying a visit
Distrusting the adult like a pest
Because adults are snitches, collaborators or traitors
Believe me, from experience
under pressure because the judge is angry
Let me live, any way I’m not allowed to go to school any more
so shit, today I’m 14, I’ve been running away for a long time
I’ve got on a bit and grown wiser, I don’t need any one!
Life educates me and strolling around opens my mind
The encounters teach me a lot more than their teachers.
In short it’s the outside school of life, where the sky is the roof between concrete buildings and the open.

p.s.: credits go to lyricstranslate.com. Thx

The Cruxshadows – Reurn – Coming home – Lyrics

I’ve seen the terrible hand of struggle
and felt the pain the hubris brings
I have tasted the wisdom of divinity
and the horror of its sting

And though they tell you i am lost
and their words report my death is come
the fates have left me breathing still
very much alive

And though my mind is cut by battles
fought so long ago
I return victorious
I am coming home
And if the paths that I have followed
have tread against the flow
there is no need for sorrow
I am coming home

For the distance I have traveled
upon an ocean of despair
have led me back into your arms once more
an answer to a little prayer

And though they tell you i am lost
and their words report my death is come
the fates have left me breathing still
very much alive

And though my mind is cut by battles
fought so long ago
I return victorious
I am coming home
And if the paths that I have followed
have tread against the flow
there is no need for sorrow
I am coming home

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Eminem – Lil Wayne – 50 Cents – Anthem of The Kings – Lyrics

Anthem of the Kings Lyrics

Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right…
I.. I owe you for this one

 

Eminem:

They think they crazy But they ain’t crazy lets face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain’t shit they ain’t sayin shit
Spray umh 50 (gun shots) A to K get in the way
I bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem
You stayin wit me Don’t let me lose you I’m not tryin to confuse you
When I let lose wit this oozee And just shoot through you Izuzu
You get the message Am I gettin through to you
You know it’s comin You motherfuckers dont even kno do you
Take some BIG and some PAC And you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little bit Yellow Top What the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers Tied up in a knot
The Jebanauds of this rap shit Like it or not it’s like a fight to the top To see who die for the spot You put your life in this
Nothin like survivng a shot Y’all know what time it is
Soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit what you know about death threats
Cause I get alot Shady Records was 80 seconds Away from the towers
Them cowards fucked with the wrong building
They meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children
Their Nuclear showers theres nothin spookier
Your now about to witness the power
Fuck umh!

 

50 cent:The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh)
Shit I aint even got to try to shine God’s a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain I got scribtures in my brain (ay It’s 50)
You see a nigga laid out Wit his fuckin top blown off
(It’s 50, Man that was’nt 50) They don’t holla my name
You should’nt throw stones If you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw You should watch your mouth
Cause I’ll break your face
Have you ass runnin Mumbling to the check
Your going against me dogg You makin a mistake I split yo lip You lookin like them Michael Jack-Son Jackets Wit all them zippers I’m the boss on this boat
You can call me Skipper The way I turn the money over
You should call me Flipper
Your Bitch a regular Bitch
Your callin her Wifey I fucked her feed her fast food
You keepin’ her Icee I’m down to sell records
But not my soul Snoop said this in ’94
“We don’t love them ho’s” I got pennies for my dogs
Now I’m rich See the 20′s spinnin’ Lookin mean on the 6
Nigga’s wearin flags Cause the colors match they clothes
The get caught in the wrong hood

 

Lil Wayne: God Damn
Nix gonna hit a nigga in his head with this one I’m a paint the city red with this one I’m ahead with this one
See you fucking with the boy with two toys way before Christmas
No assistance just that persistance with
that commitment if I don’t get it somebody gonna die tonight I know my vibe is tight and I deserve the throne and if the kid ain’t right then let me die on this song
See I be riding just riding alone With my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kidding
How the hell you ain’t here to see a prince do his thing somtimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
Shall be So I be who I be That’s me
That’s Weezy F Baby and Please say the motherfucking
So I be who I be that’s me That’s Weezy F Baby and
Please say the motherfucking

 

(Hook) Baby you gotta know
I’m just out here doing what I gotta do for me and you
and we eating so bitch why the fuck is you trippin’
I’m taking these chances My head to the sky
My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don’t move Then I won’t budge won’t budge
No I won’t budge no
Lord Money is the motivation
Facing the avenue
Back touching the wall
Got the weed got the gun
Gotta run when I hear the bird call (Dad)Hop in that thing and merk off Swerve off
You know me they call me birdman junior
Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it Phantom of the Oprah
All black crop tent locked in I can let them shots out
you can’t get no shots in
Bulletproof Leave a nigga with a bullet-roof
Shoot ya’ in your mouth Leroy
They call him bullet-tooth I’m like What it do What it do
There’s a full court pressure I’m just going for the two
If I’m open for the three I’m a take it in a second
Even if theres one second I’m a make it it’s nothing
I don’t take it for granted I don’t take it for nothing
I’m a take it for what it’s worth to the dirt motherfucker
Yeah

And by the way, for all who might wonder wtf I didn’t do any update for such a long time: I am busyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Filet Mignon and Lobster recipes are by far not the main reasons…

Maksim – Znaesh Li Ty – Lyrics (Russian/English)

Знаешь Ли Ты? Russian Lyrics

Я так привыкла жить одним тобой, одним тобой
Встречать рассвет и слышать как проснёшься не со мной
Мне стало так легко дышать в открытое окно
И повторять ей лишь одно…

Припев:

 

Знаешь ли ты вдоль ночных дорог
Шла босиком не жалея ног?
Сердце его теперь в твоих руках.
Не потеряй его и не сломай

 

Чтоб не нести вдоль ночных дорог
Пепел любви в руках, сбив ноги в кровь.
Пульс его теперь в твоих глазах.
Не потеряй его и не сломай

 

И в январе пусть бьётся серый дождь к нему в окно
Пусть обнимает не меня, но помнит всё равно
И пусть случайно моё имя вслух произнесёт
И пусть молчит, что всё же помнит

 

А за окном сжигает фонари проклятый дождь
Мой нежный мальчик, ты прости меня за эту дрожь
И пусть сквозь слёзы прошептала тихое «Прощай»
Не забывай, не забывай

 

{Припев} x 2

 

Do You Know? English Translation

I got so used to living through you alone, through you alone
Greeting the dawn and sensing that you will not wake up with me
It became much easier for me to breathe at the open window
And to repeat only one thing to her…

 

Chorus:

 

Do you know I walked barefoot
Along night roads not caring about my feet?
His heart is now in your hands.
Do not give him up and do not bring him down

 

In order not to carry along night roads
Love’s ashes in my arms, I am beating my feet until they bleed. (lit: to blood)
His pulse is now in your eyes.
Do not give him up and do not bring him down

 

And, in January, may grey rain beat on his window
May he not hug me but remember all the same
And may he inadvertently exclaim my name aloud 
And may he keep quiet what he remembers nevertheless

 

But beyond the window, the damned rain burns out the lamps.
My gentle boy, forgive me for this trembling
And although through tears I whispered quietly “Good-bye”
Do not forget, do not forget

 

{Chorus} x 2

Znaesh li ty – Transliteration

Ja tak privykla zhit’ odnim toboj, odnim toboj,
Vstrechat’ rassvet i slyshat’ kak prosnesh’sja ne so mnoj…
Mne stalo tak legko dyshat’ v otkrytoe okno,
I povtorjat’ ej lish’ odno….

 

Znaesh’ li ty, vdol’ nochnyh dorog shla bosikom, ne zhaleja nog,
Serdce ego teper’ v tvoih rukah, ne poterjaj ego i ne slomaj,
Chtob ne nesti vdol’ nochnyh dorog pepel ljubvi v rukah, sbiv nogi v krov’,
Pul’s ego teper’ v tvoih glazah, ne poterjaj ego i ne slomaj….

 

I v janvare pust’ b’etsja seryj dozhd’ k nemu v okno,
Pust’ obnimaet ne menja, no pomnit vse ravno,
I pust’ sluchajno moe imja vsluh proizneset,
I pust’ molchit, chto vse zhe pomnit…

 

A za oknom szhigaet fonari prokljatyj dozhd’,
Moj nezhnyj mal’chik ty prosti menja za jetu drozh’,
I pust’ skvoz’ slezy prosheptala tihoe prowaj,
Ne zabyvaj, ne zabyvaj,

 

Znaesh’ li ty, vdol’ nochnyh dorog shla bosikom, ne zhaleja nog,
Serdce ego teper’ v tvoih rukah, ne poterjaj ego i ne slomaj,
Chtob ne nesti vdol’ nochnyh dorog pepel ljubvi v rukah, sbiv nogi v krov’,
Pul’s ego teper’ v tvoih glazah, ne poterjaj ego i ne slomaj….

 

Credits: English translation via ooltra.net and transliteration via yahoo answers

Thompson – Ima Nešto Vrijednije od Zlata – Lyrics – Croatian

Opet misli neke trgaju mi san
na srce mi noćas tiha slutnja pala
da me voliš reci bar jednom na dan
a ja ću reći, vjerujem ti mala

 

Nikad nećeš znati, koliko mi znači
kad si pored mene, zajedno smo jači
sve je više tužnih bura i oluja
a sve manje ljudi i slavuja

 

Ima nešto vrijednije od zlata
to su tvoje ruke oko moga vrata
ima nešto što u tami blista
to je naša ljubav, iskrena i čista
iskrena i čista

Thompson – Something more Precious than Gold – Lyrics – English Translation

Again the thoughts are tearing off my dream
In my heart there’s strange hunch tonight
Please tell me that you love me at least once a day
and I’ll say I believe you baby

 

You’ll never know how much it means to me
When you’re by my side
There’s more and more sad winds and storms
and less and less people and nightingales

 

There’s something what’s worth more than gold
your arms around my neck
there’s something that glows in the dark
that’s our love, honest and pure
honest and pure

 

Credits: Translation by Dangerous & Moving

Casa Poporului - House of Parliament, own Picture

A typical Romanian would probably stress now that it is the nearly largest building of the world, second only to the Pentagon and actually, after 9/11 even the largest (at least I heard so). He will consider it also the right moment to let you know that Bucharest is actually little Paris and does not mind about the fact that there are several other Eastern European capitals which claim this very title for themselves. Indeed, it were in most cases French architects (Paul Gotterau is the first to be mentioned here) who built the most interesting buildings in the Romanian Capital (see here for more examples).

A less known, but extremely well fitting comparison – brought to me by Mihai – is about Bucharest being little Venice. It refers to the poor performance of the local canalization system and the flooded streets after a rain or when snow melts. In collaboration with the potholed streets and sidewalks it indeed resembles little Venice; just that the badly needed boats are missing.

But for several weeks we had snow and several centimeters of ice on the sidewalks as hardly the streets have been cleared. At least not without the very personal intervention of Major Oprescu. After four weeks of discussions whether streets have been cleared or not , Oprescu went out at 3 A.M. to look for himself and afterwards fined all snow clearing companies. One day later the streets looked awesome. The sidewalks instead not, and so people walked on the streets to get to work I for myself have become quite an expert at ice figure skating, but of course I lack the elegance. Bad for me, fun for the viewers.

Better news do not exist right now, as Romania is still being hit hard by crisis. GDP fell last year by some 7.7%, unemployment in Romania is on the rise and many salaries have been reduced. I just witnessed several newspapers being closed and remaining redactors facing the fact to work for 20% – 30% less salary. Just over night. For my German readers I might mention that Nokia actually raised the salaries here by 9% right now, but that’s an exception.

One might argue that it is not Romania’s fault as Romania did not produce the crisis, but – among others – has to suffer the consequences now. Yet, if the guys here had used the years of growth before properly it would not have been that accentuated. For example, the planned and badly needed investments in infrastructure have been delayed all the time and as a result e.g. Mercedes opted in late 2008 for Hungary and their nice highways instead for Romania. Nokia’s suppliers did not come as promised streets haven’t been built, while politicians spent the allocated money for current spending or simply bullshit like the next “feasibility study “ with astonishing prices. And the people here just accept such monkey business instead of kicking those politicians’ asses. It’s the same as with snow clearing, actually.

That is not to say, that here are not good points, too. Romanians, when they happened to criticize something about their country usually start with the assertion they don’t want to generalize anything and close with the conclusion, that there are actually several “honest, hard working and admirable people” in this country, namely on the country side. I have never been good at diplomacy and stuff, neither I am a big fan of the countryside and hard working in subsistence agriculture and thus, I will end this post in a different way: Bucharest is great city; the people here are quite polite and educated and especially much more civilized as their buddies on the countryside (including wannabe cities) tell them to be. And I have the opportunity to work with some of Europe’s best online developers and marketers here. That’s amazing and I really appreciate them and their little Paris.

Cya soon
Stef

Update: We have boats now

The happy dude in the video below is living in a side-district of Bucharest and takes the boat for buying some bread at the corner store