Girls

PROTECT ME (GOD PROTECTING US)

Cook It Up Pt.2

A Man
A Man is not a portrait — it is a shadow. A fragment of dignity walking through ruin, a voice that rises despite the silence around it. This poem was born from witnessing quiet strength, the kind that doesn’t declare itself, but endures. It is not about one man, but about the invisible burden many carry alone.

—Gabriel Ganiarov

A man
raises a lily
to the sky that promises

Your beauty that wounds
prevents you from looking away
does not yield to the shadow
nor to the power of smoke

A man
moans from the audible word
bringing in his hands your hair
in the diaspora
fighting his battle against
of the unruliness

Wings cover
to the scandal in the chest
to the dense air of the brain
that swirls all the kisses
in a single destiny

A man
who knows how to love
shouts his love to the wind
until you listen to him

A man who loves
changes in himself what harms
that which hurts
because he only wishes
to kiss his heaven permanently...

A man
who loves
breaks the silence of the snow
and brings from within
a single flower as the only way...

Un hombre
eleva un lirio
al cielo que promete

Tu belleza que hiere
impide mirar hacia otro lado
no cede a la sombra
ni a la potencia del humo

Un hombre
gime desde la palabra audible
trayendo en sus manos tu cabello
en la diàspora
librando su batalla en contra
de los desatinos

Las alas cubren
al escàndalo en el pecho
al aire denso del cerebro
que arremolina todos los besos
en  un solo destino

Un hombre
que sabe amar
grita su amor al viento
hasta que tù le escuches

Un hombre que ama
cambia en sì mismo  lo que daña
lo que hiere
porque solo desea
besar su cielo de forma permanente...

Un Hombre
que ama
rompe el silencio de la nieve
y trae desde adentro
a una sola flor como único camino…

Un homme
lève un lys
vers le ciel qui promet

Ta beauté qui blesse
t'empêche de regarder ailleurs
ne cède pas à l'ombre
ni au pouvoir de la fumée

Un homme
gémit de la parole audible
il porte dans ses mains tes cheveux
dans la diaspora
se battant contre
de l'impolitesse

La couverture des ailes
au scandale de la poitrine
à l'air dense du cerveau
qui fait tourbillonner tous les baisers
dans un seul destin

Un homme
qui sait aimer
crie son amour au vent
Jusqu'à ce que tu l'écoutes

Un homme qui aime
change en lui ce qui fait mal
ce qui fait mal
parce qu'il ne souhaite qu'une chose
embrasser définitivement son ciel...

L'homme
qui aime
brise le silence de la neige
et apporte de l'intérieur
à une seule fleur comme seul moyen...


Author: Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyright: 2013

A Man

“Fever” is not about sickness — it’s about revelation. It’s the burning that precedes transformation, the trembling that arrives when body and soul collapse into one another. This song was born from that liminal space where desire is not only physical but existential, where touch becomes a form of knowledge and the beloved is both flame and sanctuary.

I wrote it as a prayer disguised as a confession, or maybe the other way around — a hymn to the moments when love silences the inner beast, when a gaze wounds sweetly, when the body speaks in sparks. “Fever” is about surrender without fear, the kind of intimacy that melts time, opens fierce doors, and names shadows with soft lips.

It’s not just about passion. It’s about being undone and remade by another’s presence.

—Gabriel Ganiarov.


Fever
sleep and gloom
in the tight synthesis of your legs
wounded by vertigo
in your pupils torn by so many burns
Quietly you fill the breath of my shadows
as if by loving you
the soul did not suffer
In the time of the foreground of your eyes

You look at me
you put me on a chain without tenants of moments
you can melt the asphalt without signs of insomnia
in the heartbeats that drive the blood

when you love

you close my fierce doors
the beast in me does not fear you
because I can kiss you with seven lips
soft and sweet
in the sparkle of your fingers....

La fiebre
duermevela y penumbra
en la apretada sìntesis de tus piernas
herido de vèrtigo
en tus pupilas que laceran de tanto ardor
Callada llenas el aliento de mis sombras
como si al amarte
el alma no doliera
en el tiempo del primer plano de tus ojos

Me miras
me pones una cadena sin inquilinos de momentos
puedes derretir al asfalto sin señales de insomnio
en los latidos que impulsan a la sangre

cuando amas

cierras mis puertas feroces
la bestia en mì no te teme
porque puedo besarte con siete labios
manso y dulce
en el destello de tus dedos....



Fièvre
sommeil et morosité
dans la synthèse étroite de tes jambes
blessées par le vertige
dans tes pupilles déchirées par tant de brûlures
Tu remplis tranquillement le souffle de mes ombres
comme si en t'aimant
l'âme ne souffrait pas
Au temps du premier plan de tes yeux

Tu me regardes
tu me mets enchaîné sans locataires de moments
tu peux faire fondre l'asphalte sans signes d'insomnie
dans les battements de cœur qui font courir le sang

quand tu aimes

tu fermes mes portes féroces
la bête en moi ne te craint pas
car je peux t'embrasser de sept lèvres
douces et sucrées
dans l'étincelle de tes doigts...


Febbre
sonno e malinconia
nella stretta sintesi delle tue gambe
ferite dalla vertigine
nelle tue pupille lacerate da tante ustioni
Silenziosamente riempi il respiro delle mie ombre
come se amandoti
l'anima non soffrisse
Nel tempo del primo piano dei tuoi occhi

Mi guardi
mi metti su una catena senza inquilini di momenti
puoi sciogliere l'asfalto senza segni di insonnia
nei battiti del cuore che spingono il sangue

quando ami

chiudi le mie porte feroci
la bestia in me non ti teme
perché posso baciarti con sette labbra
morbide e dolci
nel luccichio delle tue dita....

Gabriel Ganiarov
Copyrigth: 2015

Fever

“Lately” dives into that hazy space between healing and holding on. Written during a restless night, this track is a reflection on missed chances, unspoken words, and the slow drift of connection. A moody blend of alternative rock and soul, this one’s for the ones who feel too much and say too little.

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