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Voglio vederti, fosse pure per pochi minuti. = I would like to see you, even if it's only for a few moments.

Causing pain, to hurt someone. That's the last thing that You wanna do on this planet. Though it happens. Misunderstandings, arguing, shouting. A knife in your back. Starting to realise you should open your heart. It's not easy, when your heart is full of wounds, that still bleed. Trust a new person. You would say never again. But should it stay like this forever? No. But sometimes you are just to week to do anything. Or maybe deep in you, you are afraid to make the first steps, but if someone else makes those few steps, you get afraid.

No matter what you say about love, you keep coming back. You act like a statue, but deep in you, I know there is a heart, that is beating faster and faster. I am sick of playing these games. I could admit that I am wrong. I am sorry, but I have to be strong, and move on. Nothing is broken. I loved you. You are on my heart like a tattoo. I'll always have you. You wanted passion. Sorry, but my heart is long time ago broken.

You change your mind, like a girl changes it's clothes. You are hot then you are cold, you are up, then you are down. You don't really wanna stay. You are YES then you are NO. WE used to be friends, we used to laugh, and now everything has gone wrong.

I am something else. I lost my mind a dozen times, now it won't happen. You beg for my love, but if I don't give it immediately, you shout and argue. You beg me to trust you, you say you did everything for me. You really did everything for me EXCEPT for one thing. You didn't understand me. You don't know me, but judge me by my words.

You got to save me from myself. I am sorry for everything, maybe one day you forgive me, maybe one day I forgive to myself, and to others too.

P.S. Never forget me

And I wonder if you know, how it really feels...

Everybody has problems. So do I. You may ask what are girls biggest problems. Guess. That's right, boys. Always the boys. Of course I do know it's the same in the other way. Boys have always problems with girls.

How should I know if a boy is only playing with me, or does he have real feelings. With real feelings I mean ...well, I don't really know what I mean. It's just that, you think "it's like this, but it's like that". How should I know if he is really into me. Nobody can ever know. I am already 19 years old, and still naive, and try to learn from my faults. That just don't works always. When you are into someone, and think like the whole world has stopped for one moment. Just for one moment. You have the feeling you are ment to be together. But then after a while you figure it out that you are totally wrong. But than there is a bit of hope, that maybe, but only maybe you are wrong. And then everything gets worse.

You are patient, try to be nice, always smile, but deep in you you bleed, and cry. You feel lonely and try to break free. But there is no way out. You are getting this strange feeling, that you -maybe- never had before. Then you start to think: " What do I really feel deep in my heart?" Then you start to realize something awful. You are going down babe. That's right. You start to fall in love. Of course you don't want that. But the feeling got you. And this is why you wanna run away, get as far as you can. But your heart keeps holding you back, and making you ask yourself: " Does he love me too?Sure he does, he is nice. NICE. Not in love. Nice. " Cauz if he would be in love with you he would never ever tell you. You may ask why? Cauz he is proud, he is a boy. That's why.

In English

RISE, Magyar! is the country's call!
The time has come, say one and all:
Shall we be slaves, shall we be free?
This is the question, now agree!
For by the Magyar's God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke
No more to bear!

Alas! till now we were but slaves;
Our fathers resting in their graves
Sleep not in freedom's soil. In vain
They fought and died free homes to gain.
But by the Magyar's God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke
No more to bear!

A miserable wretch is he
Who fears to die, my land, for thee!
His worthless life who thinks to be
Worth more than thou, sweet liberty!
Now by the Magyar's God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke
No more to bear!

The sword is brighter than the chain,
Men cannot nobler gems attain;
And yet the chain we wore, oh, shame!
Unsheath the sword of ancient fame!
For by the Magyar's God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke
No more to bear!

The Magyar's name will soon once more
Be honored as it was before!
The shame and dust of ages past
Our valor shall wipe out at last.
For by the Magyar's God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke
No more to bear!

And where our graves in verdure rise,
Our children's children to the skies
Shall speak the grateful joy they feel,
And bless our names the while they kneel.
For by the Magyar's God above
We truly swear,
We truly swear the tyrant's yoke
No more to bear!

Do you know what is this? It almost sounds better in English, than in Hungarian.