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I'm a stranger here
I'm a stranger everywhere
I would go home, but honey

I'm a stranger there

when you're naked, I guess you must be unemployed

Why don't you shut the door,
and close the curtains,
cause you're not going anywhere.
He's coming up the stairs,
and in a moment he'll want to see your underwear.

You couldn't stop it now.
There's no way to get out.
He's standing far too near.
How the hell did you get here.
Semi-naked in somebody else's room.
I'd give my whole life to see it.
Just you,
stood there
only in your underwear

If fashion is your trade,
then when you're naked,
I guess you must be unemployed yeah.
Cause once it's underway,
there's no escaping,
the fact that you're a girl and he's a boy

If you could close your eyes and just remember,
that this is what you wanted last night.
So why is it so hard for you to touch him
for you to go and give yourself to him?

Paris,Texas

I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left.
 I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone.
 I walked around for months talking to you. 
Now I don't know what to say.
 It was easier when I just imagined you.
 I even imagined you talking back to me.
 We'd have long conversations, the two of us. 
It was almost like you were there.
 I could hear you, I could see you, smell you.
 I could hear your voice.
 Sometimes your voice would wake me up.
 It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. 
Then... it slowly faded. 
I couldn't picture you anymore. 
I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there.
 I couldn't hear you.
 Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just... disappeared. 
 And now I'm working here. 
I hear your voice all the time.
 Every man has your voice.

lost in translation

in case you forgot it.

Ρωμαίος

Αν επιδιώκω να ικανοποιώ τις ανάγκες μου,είναι βέβαιο ότι και οι δύο θα γευτούμε τη δυστυχία,την πικρία και τέλος θα έρθουμε σε σύγκρουση.Το μυστικό της πετυχημένης σχέσης είναι να αισθάνονται και οι δύο νικητές.

Υπ'όψιν ενός ανθρώπου

Κάθε φορά που ανοίγεις δρόμο στη ζωή,
μην περιμένεις να σε βρει το μεσονύχτι.
Έχε τα μάτια σου ανοιχτά βράδυ πρωί
γιατί μπροστά σου πάντα απλώνεται ένα δίχτυ.

Αν κάποτε στα βρόχια του πιαστείς,
κανείς δεν θα μπορέσει να σε βγάλει,
μονάχος βρες την άκρη της κλωστής
κι αν είσαι τυχερός ξεκινά πάλι.

Αυτό το δίχτυ έχει ονόματα βαριά
επτασφράγιστο που είναι γραμμένα σ 'κιτάπι.
Άλλοι το λεν του κάτω κόσμου πονηριά
κι άλλοι το λεν της πρώτης άνοιξης αγάπη.

Αν κάποτε στα βρόχια του πιαστείς,
κανείς δεν θα μπορέσει να σε βγάλει,
μονάχος βρες την άκρη της κλωστής
κι αν είσαι τυχερός ξεκινά πάλι.

Α,εδώ είσαι;