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Toše Proeski

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Toše Proeski a Macedonian singer and songwriter was once maybe the most popular singer in Macedonia. His first hit was (1998) Pusti me ("Let me go"). The musical genre is wide: pop, classic, opera, traditional, rock and even classical metal. 

Proeski performed in public first time at the age of twelve at the popular children's song festival Zlatno Slavejče but the real career started in 1996 at the teenage music festival Melfest. He released his first album at the age of 18.


Along with F.Y.R. Macedonia Proeski was very popular also elsewhere in Balkan. The whole Europe got to know him in Eurovision Song Contest in 2004 with his song Life (14th place). He also made a Macedonian version Angel si ti  ("You're an angel"). At the very same year he became a  UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador. Proeski is known for donating his concert incomings to orphanages.

Proeski sang normally in Macedonian or Serbian and later also in English and even in Italian.

Then came the dreadful day. Early morning on October 16th in 2007 - exactly three years ago -  Toše Proeski died in a car accident in Croatia. The car was hit by a truck and it drove into the median barrier. Sleeping Proeski got killed instantly in the front passinger seat. Next day - the 17th - was pronouced a national mourning day in Macedonia and the government titled him as "the Honorable citizen of Macedonia". 

Proeski's last album was published two years after his death in 2009. This post mortem album called The hardest thing was in English and it was prepared for foreign countries. But the expanding never happened. The cover of the last album is chosen by Proeski's fans and it's a sad remainder of his too short life.

Toše Proeski was definetly too young to die, too good to die. His warm and strong voice is one of the best I know. And his smile too. 

One example of his voice you'll find by cliking this and wind to 3:58 when he sings a moment without music. Or by listening Toše singing The hardest thing to a reporter. This song he never sang entirely in public for it was just made. And because I can't translate his songs I've decided to share one of his last songs which is already in English.

Check also:  Čija si ("To whom do you belong"), Kad varas ti ("When you are cheating"), Ako me pogledas u oci ("If you look me in the eyes"), Ljubena ("My beloved one"), Magija with Esma Redzepova ("Magic"), Na mesto zlocina ("At the crime scene"), Nikada with English translation("Never"), Hardest thing (post mortem), Don't hurt the ones you love, My little feat. Kristijan, Interwiev for the Eurovision,  News about the car accident.

GUILTY

I guess it's just another night
Another fight
That all familiar scene

You looking
At your watch again
Saying what's the time
And where the hell you've been

Even on the other side
Wondering why I even try at all
Look into my heart again
With your x-ray eyes
Tell me what you're trying to see
Can't stand the way you look at me

*I put my 

Hands up
I put my hands up
I guess I'm guilty
Hands up
I must have done whatever you accuse me of
I stand up to hear your judgement
It's always guilty
But I'm gonna make a break
Before you turn the key*

Maybe my life would be easier
Getting out of here
And trying to make it right

There's no matter what I do
I can't get through
I wanna just get by
You forget the liveness
We just exist as nothing left inside
Should I tell you what you wanna hear
And kill it with this lie

Show you what you wanna see
It seems to be that you need me to

*Put my hands up... *

When did we become these strangers
I don't even recognise us
There's nothing there to justify you
Feeling the way you do
But I guess all I can do is to

*Put my hands up... *

*I put my hands up
I guess I'm guilty
Hands up
I must return whatever you accused me of
I stand up to hear your judgement
It's always guilty
Girl I'm gonna make a break
Before you turn the key*

I guess it's just another night
Another fight
That all familiar scene 

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William Sheller

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William Sheller is a French pop/classical singer, composer and pianist. As a child he lived in America between years 1949 and 1953. Back in Paris in the age of eleven he decided to start piano playing and in the age of 16 he headed to musical career by quitting the school and dedicating to music. That was wise thing for his career has been succesful and his latest album of his 20 albums was published in 2008 under the name Avatars ("Incarnations"). Sheller has also made music for French films.

Check also: Le carnet á spirales ("Ticket to the spirals"), Les filles de l'aurore ("The girls of dawn"), Les miroirs dans la boue with Calogero ("The mirrors in the dirt").

UN HOMME HEUREUX

Pourquoi les gens qui s'aiment
Sont-ils toujours un peu les mêmes
Ils ont quand ils s'en viennent
Le même regard d'un seul désir pour deux
Ce sont des gens heureux
Pourquoi les gens qui s'aiment
Sont-ils toujours un peu les mêmes
Quand ils ont leurs problèmes
Ben y a rien dire, y a rien à faire pour eux
Ce sont des gens qui s'aiment

*Et moi j'te connais à peine
Mais ce serait une veine
Qu'on s'en aille un peu comme eux
On pourrait se faire sans que ça gène
De la place pour deux
Mais si ça ne vaut pas la peine
Que j'y revienne
Il faut me le dire au fond des yeux
Quelque soit le temps que ça prenne
Quelque soit l'enjeu
Je veux être un homme heureux*

Pourquoi les gens qui s'aiment
Sont-ils toujours un peu rebelles
Ils ont un monde à eux
Que rien oblige à ressembler à ceux
Qu'on nous donne en modèle
Pourquoi les gens qui s'aiment
Sont-ils toujours un peu cruels
Quand ils vous parlent d'eux
Y a quelque chose qui vous éloigne un peu
Ce sont des choses humaines

*Et moi j'te connais...*

A HAPPY MAN

Why the people in love with each others

Are always a bit the same

When they come thay have

the same look of only desire to each others

They are happy people

Why the people in love with each others

Are always a bit the same

When they have problems

Well nothing to say about it, and nothing to do for them

They are people who love each other

*And I hardly know you

But it was just luck

That we go away little like them

We could have done it without feeling awkward

In a place for two

But if it's not worth it

That I come back

You have to say it to me from the depht of your eyes

How much time ever it takes

How much wagers ever it needs

I want to be a happy man*

Why the people in love with each others

Are always a little rebell

They have their own world for them

Nothing obliges to remain those

Who give us an example

Why the people in love with each others

Are always a little cruel

When they talk to you about themselves

About things that makes you draw away a little

These are humain things

*And I hardly know you..*