Wish you were here - Pink Floyd

 
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Fly me to the moon - 宇多田ヒカル

 
Poets often use many words
To say a simple thing
It takes thought and time and rhyme
To make a poem sing

With music and words I've been playing
For you I have written a song
To be sure that you'll know what I'm saying
I'll translate as I go along

Fly me to the moon,
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars
In other words: Hold my hand！
In other words: Darling kiss me！

Fill my heart with song,
And let me sing forever more
You are all I long for all I worship and adore
In other words: Please be true！
In other words: I love you！

In other words: Please be true！
In other words: I love you！

The memory remains - Metallica

 
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
But the memory remains

Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd cry the nowhere tears of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
That hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna

Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
But the memory remains

Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back
And can't the band play on?
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black

Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
Dance little tin goddess

(na-na-na-na....)

Drift away, fade away, little tin goddess
Ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black

Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
But the memory remains

Ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black
But the memory remains

Yeah
Faded prima donna, yeah, yeah

Dance little tin goddess, dance