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Aitşy mağan
Aitşy mağan, bärı beker boldy ma?
Bırge ötkızgen sätter de qaldy ma?
Bärı de beker, endı uaqytym da beker kettı ma?
Betıme qara, bae

Aitşy mağan
Aitşy mağan, bärı beker boldy ma?
Bırge ötkızgen sätter de qaldy ma?
Bärı de beker, endı uaqytym da beker kettı ma?
Betıme qara, bae

Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day
All in the morning betime
And I a maid at your window
To be your Valentine
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes

As I walked out one May morning, one May morning betime
I met a maid from home had strayed just as the sun did shine
'What makes you rise so soon, my

c cry comes in the wind betimes
Or stirs her broken sleep
Of Padraic whom the hurlers stole
But now she does not weep

For Pex is getting old, so old

Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day
All in the morning betime
And I a maid at your window
To be your Valentine
Then up he rose, and donned his clothes

Today, the road all runners come
Shoulder-high we bring you home
And set you at your threshold down
Townsman of a stiller town
Smart lad, to slip betimes

As I walked out one May morning
One May morning betimes
I met a maid from home had strayed
Just as the sun did shine
What makes you rise so soon my

you
I felt like I'm home
I know where I belong
But when you were gone
I felt all alone
My life felt so wrong
Betimes I think first love is just a test

Bridge
Gentle across the way it lies
Under blue sunny skies
At times the water below flows raging
Betimes placid it rolls meandering
The earth

in the wind 
When I raise my hands, I don't want to cause suffering 
The many shall live, but the few have to die betimes
And then I will give,

kick sand
No sunburn, just tan
We up, Peter Pan
Drifting off, Never Land
Get hooked, hold my hand
Betimes never, just cause we can
I'm the G.O.c.T. you

As I roved out one May morning
One May morning betimes
I met a maid who from home had strayed
Just as the sun did shine

What makes you rise so soon

never beAll the things that i wanna beTime's running
out, passing me byWith every day part of me dies
All the things, i like to beMake me scared,
'cause

you make me grow

Sometimes your loud, sometimes as calm as the rain
Sometimes I can’t figure you out 
Your temperament betimes differs, never stays

undergo the greatest pressure
We are dazzling when betimes it means it hurts

Treasure
In low light, I will luminesce
Swathed in stars and this evening

did not go
With true-love showers.
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, 
All in the morning betime,  
And I a maid at your window,
To be your

still call me sly
That midnight

You broke up with me
Now i cant feel my lungs
And i betimes sip lean
I'm afraid i have to use drugs

This is the point

of the beholder’s… all right with me…quite the sight to see…don’t fight that vibe to be…time is not the key, at least not for me…seize forgotten dreams of what ought

A Louse Is Not a Home

Peter Hammill

The Silent Corner and the Empty Stage [Bonus Track]

1974

Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad;
Sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have.
There's a line snaking down my

lexu mesazhet kur kena pas fol
Premtime dhe betime hajt ma thuj ku jan sot
Zemra thyme endrra t'prishme, vetem m'kan lodh
Vetem eci mes shiut, baby po

this new jargon party been planned.

Ophelia: Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day.

All in the morning betime,

And I a maid at your window,

To be your