Colosseum
Enchanted arrows of love
and big feasts made by slave dove.
Famous Rome.
Your vineyards whisper at night.
Speak bookshelves what your books write
— of smoke storm, of old smoke storm.
Nero and Caligula.
But dust covers the aula.
Famous Rome.
Ceasar, war, soldier, man-grime,
they all were dissolved by time
and smoke storm.
Famous Rome.
Show us the famous Rome.
It was all
but treason colossal.
Pride leads to fall.
Dust is the price of your fame
for fame and dust are the same.
Famous Rome.
So read your nomen—omen.
Time is a clever stoic man.
Famous Rome.
Colosseum.
Pride leads to fall.
At that point time has stopped.
At that point time has stopped.
Famous stone is alone.
Colosseum.
Your fame caused fall.
At that point time has stopped.
At that point time has stopped.
The stone’s alone, always alone.
Dust is the price of your fame
for fame and dust are the same.
Famous Rome.
So read your nomen—omen.
Time is a clever stoic man.
Famous Rome.
Colosseum.
Pride leads to fall.
At that point time has stopped.
At that point time has stopped.
Famous stone is alone.
Colosseum.
Your fame caused fall.
At that point time has stopped.
At that point time has stopped.
The stone’s alone, always alone.
A series of covers of Slovak songs.
Original: Marika Gombitová - Koloseum
He was walking an empty street,
willing hungry night dogs to feed,
alone and discreet,
blood streaming from his bare feet.
He was searching for true love,
picturing blue things somehow
and news about wars.
Night’s gotta be calm, of course.
Someone wakes and in sleep gives
us the strengths of the weaks.
Someone wakes to a cross to keep
while you soundly sleep.
He was walking a coastal rim
in search of what matters to him.
With him went his friend rain,
so strange yet so mundane.
It’s raining in our dreams.
Crosses pierce our souls, it seems.
You sleep, tightly curled,
unknown, lost to the world.
Someone wakes and in sleep gives
us the strengths of the weaks.
Someone wakes to a cross to keep
while you soundly sleep.
Bring, bring a bit of love among us.
I want to listen to
your voice, so frank and nice.
Bring, bring a bit of love among us.
Bring at least some hope, do!
It I can’t come across,
come across, can’t come across.
So bring a bit of love among us.
So bring it back. Bring a bit of love among us.
I want to listen to
your voice, so frank and nice.
Bring, bring a bit of love among us.
Bring at least some hope, do!
It I can’t come across.
A series of covers of Slovak songs.
Original: G8 - Vráť trochu lásky medzi nás
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