| Hello! I'm Rocklady, maybe we'd met sometime, somewhere on some chat-places, and now, you can get to know some truth things about me. Be sure, I like music, it's my life. I like to talk, I like to make texts, I like to play my el.guitar and bass. Now, open your ears, and listen my songs! Have a good day!
The songs are on my mother-language and its hungarian language, but here, I shall translate the songs to english for you, to know what are the songs about.
Tributed to my ancients
My anciens didn't have crest,
They lived in a little hut in love.
Use to sit on and old bench
When summer sunsets comes. (...twightlight...)
Under the shadow
of an old mulberry tree.
When the cold days comes
warmness of the old oven,
and scilent music-voice
heath their harts.
My grandpa' readed fairy tales,
he sings nice melodyes,
to give a little hope for poor people
now his love-full hart is sparkling high up on the sky.
My ancients didn't have crests
They lived with love, in their little hut.
Who don't step together (Rituka)
(its an old hungarian child song)
Who don't step together, child,
he won't have for supper, pie.
Apple pie is very nice,
don't give it to the bad child.
Who don't step together, child,
he won't have for supper, pie.
I step with you together,
I shall got pie for supper.
Who dont step together, child,
he won't have for supper, pie.
Apple pie is very nice,
soldier you must taste it once.
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