Ain't asier being me

Yes I was lucky,
that doesn't mean
it was easy being me.

Yes, my eyes are rare,
my skin is fair
long wavy hair,
and I am curvy
born in a society
that praised that.
But that doesn't mean
it is easier being me.

Yes, I haven't had
a serious beating
or real threat.
Yes, great parents,
never wanted
while growing up.
But that doesn't mean
it was easier being me.

Yes I've studied,
and never pay for it,
even chose freely.
Good in math matters,
known for my wits
and emotional grasp.
But that doesn't mean
it was easier being me.

Yes, I've married,
I have kids and a job.
Yes, I do carry
pictures on my phone.
I even got to chose
an expensive one.
But that doesn't mean
it was easier being me.

No, I don't know
how hard it was for you.
That is precisely
my expressed idea.
I do know thought
that neither you could,
from your complains
and your bitter vents.
 
I ain't complaining.
Truly, I am fortunate
for all that I am and
know to be thankful.
So stop judging, see,
you don't know me!
And this doesn't mean
it was easier being me.

(Music to be added to the lyrics.)

Twinkle twinkle little star 🌟

Twinkle twinkle little star,
being of wonder, being of light.
You found a hold of my hart.
Breathe blissfully through the night.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
being of wonder, being of light.
      
 Twinkle twinkle little star,
being of wonder, being of light.
Dream my arms rock y'a-bye,
through rainbows of golden wow.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
hope to shelter who you are.

Want to return to my mother's arms

Some songs deserve being appreciated internationally and this is one of those. For all of those home sick that do not know the real name to call your pain, from the country of saudade comes this beautiful composition (translated by yours truly):

 Reached the end of the road,
6 miles from anything
Don't know what strength is holding me.

Germany is so very grey,
And the longing is so great
'nd summer is taking too long to come.

I want to go home,
board flitting wings
firewalk the ember land
'cause the night is arriving soon.

Want to return
to my mother's arms

Want to return
to my mother's arms

Brought along a hand of dirt
smells of mountain pines
Doves fly from roof corners

Spent 20 years on the floor
At night in Amsterdam
bought love through the daily

want to go back home,
board flitting wings
firewalk the ember land
'cause the night is arriving

Want to return
to my mother's arms
Want to return
to my mother's arms

Came stepping like a bullet
A certificate in the bag
Left my love behind

It's so cold in Paris,
I'm already a memory, a root
No one leaves where they're at peace

want to go back home,
board flitting wings
firewalk the ember land
'cause the night is arriving

Want to return
to my mother's arms
Want to return
to my mother's arms



 by Pedro Abrunhosa

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I hope you grow up, to be my Matilda

When you grow up
you'll be big enough to know what I've done
and see I taught you to be a grown
for you when you're grown up.

And when you grow up
You'll be smart enough to understand
all the reasons of those nasty things
I ask of you before you've grown up.

And when you grow up
you'll be allowed to make mistakes
but be responsible and work
and go to bed late every night.

And you will wake up
when the sun comes up and
hopefully with a family in house
go to work until your eyes go square.

And you won't complain because you are a grown up!

When you grow up!

When you grow up, When you grow up!

You will be strong enough to carry all
the heavy things the world throws at you
as it does when you're a grown-up!

And when you grow up, when you grow up!
You'll be brave enough to fight the batles
that you have to fight, with our support,
each night to be a grown-up!

 Based on the lyrics of "When I grow up" from Matilda the Musical

Amar pelos dois - Love for the both

There are plenty of attempts to translate this beautifully simple song into English, but it is absolutely impossible to convey all the spirit in it... which means that I really must try. :-)
Here goes:

"
If ever anyone, asks about me...
Tell'em that I lived to love you.
Before you, I have merely existed
tired and without anything to give.

My dear, listen to my prayers
I ask that you return, that you again want me
I know one can't love on one's little own
Maybe, very slowly, you can again learn to

My dear, listen to my prayers
I ask that you return, that you again want me
I know one can't love on one's little own
Maybe, very slowly, you can again learn to

If your heart won't want to give in
Won't feel the passion, won't want to suffer
Without making plans for what's to come
My heart could love for the both
"
Amar pelos dois - Salvador Sobral, Eurovision 2017

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