A keresés eredménye

Sacrament

You think you walk through the dark valley,
no stream that you can still follow,
no one reaches out to hold your hand,
you are all alone,
think shadows creep into you,
your heart is slowly turning to stone.
 
But you are not alone,
a thousand stars shine for you,
bring you through the night,
always watch over you.
Because you are not alone,
a thousand souls are with you,
watching over you in the night,
watching out.
 
Like cold shivers, this word hits you
when deep silence passes through the room.
The sorrow that lays softly asleep now,
gives way to the fire that stirs in your chest,
where your heart is beating wildly.
 
But you are not alone,
a thousand stars shine for you,
bring you through the night,
always watch over you.
Because you are not alone,
a thousand souls are with you,
watching over you in the night,
watching out.
 
Watching over you in the night,
watching out.
 
When you, in shadows,
do not see the light,
when loneliness
closes the door for you,
If your sleep
weaves no more dreams,
look up to the stars.
 
Because you are not alone,
I give you my word,
I am with you every night,
watching out.
 
Because you are not alone,
a thousand stars shine for you,
bring you through the night,
always watch over you.
Because you are not alone,
a thousand souls are with you,
watching over you in the night,
watching out.
 
Watching over you in the night,
watching out.
 

Lifelines

Once a woman, all gray and old, read
my life from my hand,
the whole path that destined me,
my goal and my status.
 
I should've embedded myself soft and good,
should've quietly complied,
and should've smothered any embers
that burned hotly within myself.
 
I ran far,
was not destined for fate,
my lifelines
belong to me alone.
So far,
where the wind blows me,
still have time for life,
find my own way,
my lifelines just along.
 
My father said, 'Be modest and quiet,
never dream of fleeting happiness,
do not go too far out into the world,
or you'll never find your way back.
 
Do not dare too much, whoever lives unstably
loses his head and more',
he spoke to me, and as I left,
he watched me leave.
 
I ran far,
was not destined for fate,
my lifelines
belong to me alone.
So far,
where the wind blows me,
still have time for life,
find my own way,
my lifelines just along.
 

Nevermore

At midnight, the shadows dance
(Fear should always be with you),
the rats are whispering in the cellar
(Doubts arise),
in the stillness of the room
into silence
(come from Nightland to you)
you speak a word as heavy as stone
and cruel as a wild animal.
 
It is your Nevermore,
that denies me sleep and peace,
it is your Nevermore,
that weighs me down tonight.
It's just a word
but it takes away
my hope in every moment,
it is your Nevermore,
that burns my soul.
 
All this fills me with horror
(this is what I desire),
I would like to hide
(you do not rise anymore),
my fear creeps up
and knocks loudly on the door
(I'll never leave again).
When will the day come back to me?
Do not speak that icy word to me.
 
It is your Nevermore,
that denies me sleep and peace,
it is your Nevermore,
that weighs me down tonight.
It's just a word
but it takes away
my hope in every moment,
it is your Nevermore,
that burns my soul.
 
Begone and never return
(everything that's yours is mine),
my head and the limbs become heavy,
I've never suffered more pain.
 
It is your Nevermore,
that denies me sleep and peace,
it is your Nevermore,
that weighs me down tonight.
It's just a word
but it takes away
my hope in every moment,
it is your Nevermore,
that burns my soul.
 

Raven Flight

Black is the color of my raven dress,
It flies so high, It flies so far.
If I had three wishes, I would give them
for hope and for return.
 
The void came, the courage left,
I did not know how much it hurts.
Miles do not measure the distance,
the darkness came and took the light.
 
I do not want to stay or go,
can not see the way in the tangle.
Roads wind around me,
and mountains crash into a black sea.
 
Black is the color of my raven dress,
It flies so high, It flies so far.
If I had three wishes, I would give them
for hope and for return.
 
From afar I hear the flock of ravens,
their song sounds hard and clear to me.
Free is their hovering, they move on
and announce the offense and the beginning.
 
Black is the color of my raven dress,
It flies so high, It flies so far.
If I had three wishes, I would give them
for hope and for return.
 
I want to build wings for myself.
A black plumage
carries me up to the sun, carries me far.
 
Black is the color of my raven dress,
It flies so high, It flies so far.
If I had three wishes, I would give them
for hope and for return.
 
If I had three wishes, I would give them
for hope and for return.
 

Farewell

May you forgive me,
You know my heart is yours,
My happiness with you
Does not last any longer,
 
Because the hardship does not care
Who mercilessly meets it.
If it is my fate,
I will return.
 
My belongings are lost,
And the fields, they wither,
In my arms only my end is waiting,
 
If I want to live, I must
surive these times,
Oh, I would stay
If only I could find a way out.
 
Farewell
One thing is certain:
From afar I sing your songs to you.
If fate drives me away, too,
My word will always remain with you:
If there is a tomorrow,
We will see each other again.
 
I am a child of your freedom,
No matter where the world brings me,
In your name I'll go my way.
May you forgive me,
You know my heart is yours,
If I put my happiness
in someone else's hands.
 
Farewell
One thing is certain:
From afar I sing your songs to you.
If fate drives me away, too,
My word will always remain with you:
If there is a tomorrow,
We will see each other again.
 
My belongings are lost,
And the fields, they wither,
And I long for you forever.
May you forgive me
You know my heart is yours,
If I put my happiness
in someone else's hands.
 
Farewell
One thing is certain:
From afar I sing your songs to you.
If fate drives me away, too,
My word will always remain with you:
If there is a tomorrow,
We will see each other again.
 
If there is a tomorrow,
If there is a tomorrow,
If there is a tomorrow,
We will see each other again.
 

Strawberry Moon

The longing is
no distance too far,
we follow old tracks,
weathered with time.
 
The shadows weakly draw
a picture of us in the foliage,
the sky is a cloth,
sprinkled with stardust.
 
We walk through grass and dew,
the forest sinks in the blue.
 
The moon is high above us,
we drift through the night,
to the shore where love lives
forever.
The moon is high above us,
it weighs us in its arms,
will always be with us,
under this moon, we are
not alone.
 
The night air drinks
from our skin
the warmth that we have kept
since we looked at each other.
 
The birds softly sing
a song of love and sorrow,
yet we are deaf and blind,
prepared for eternity.
 
A tree stands there with a dark roof,
we lie awake endlessly,
in the moss and clover, in silver dew,
the forest sinks in the blue.
 
The moon is high above us,
we drift through the night,
to the shore where love lives
forever.
The moon is high above us,
it weighs us in its arms,
will always be with us,
under this moon, we are
not alone.
 
Under this moon, we are
not alone.
 
Eventually,
in an endlessly distant hour,
A dark red glow shines over the forest,
the world is awakening to new day.
Tired, the moon falls asleep with us.
 
The moon is high above us,
we drift through the night,
to the shore where love lives
forever.
The moon is high above us,
it weighs us in its arms,
will always be with us,
under this moon, we are
not alone.
 
Under this moon, we are
not alone.
 

No Way Back

We were swindlers, we lied luck
and we performed miracles.
Our hearts were already cold
and clouds were heavy.
 
Alas, our mouths are mostly silent,
the words fall out dead.
The curtain is falling, the piece is missing,
There are no flowers and there is no applause.
 
Because there is no longer
a way back,
all that remains for us
is sadness and darkness,
we lose sight
of each other
and there is no longer
a way back.
 
Our path went through thorny hedges,
the wheel of time crushed us.
We let blood flow in noise and strife,
we both went too far too often.
 
Because there is no longer
a way back,
all that remains for us
is sadness and darkness,
we lose sight
of each other
and there is no longer
a way back.
 
No way back.
Because there is no longer a way back.
 

Spellcircle

Weaved into the woods,
into the meadows and the land,
are chords that revolve around us
and if this secret whispering,
flattering, robs us of our senses,
we will pass away in the intoxication of sound.
 
Do you hear it in the gentle wind,
in the rustling leaves,
Do you hear it when the rain falls at night?
Can you, after the noise of the day,
quietly listen to the sky?
Do you hear the soft heartbeat of this world?
 
Then stars will sing to us,
will bring us the songs,
step into the circle very close
and when the stars sing to us,
When they bring us the songs,
we will draw you into the spell.
 
Do you hear it through the roof and the wall?
Far from the planets
it sings, you just encounter the magic word.
We want to learn silence again,
the better the heart hears,
all the noise of this world is gone,
All the noise of this world is gone.
 
Then stars will sing to us,
will bring us the songs,
step into the circle very close
and when the stars sing to us,
When they bring us the songs,
we will draw you into the spell.
 
Weaved into the woods,
into the meadows and the land,
are chords that revolve around us
and if this secret whispering,
flattering, robs us of our senses,
we will pass away in the intoxication of sound.
 
Then stars will sing to us,
will bring us the songs,
step into the circle very close
and when the stars sing to us,
When they bring us the songs,
step into the circle very close
Then stars will sing to us,
will bring us the songs,
Then stars will sing to us,
we will draw you into the spell.
 

Help me to Believe

If I stand lost at crossroads,
If my days pass like dead leaves,
If a thousand lies distort the world
And empty words block the way out,
 
Who knows the question
To which I know the answer?
Who performs the action,
That breaks the vicious circle?
What does a human think
When he sees the sky,
What does a child feel
When he flees his homeland?
 
What does a child feel
When he flees his homeland?
 
Help me to believe,
When I can no longer believe,
Help me to find
What the storm of time took from me!
Who pulls the sword out of the stone,
Turns water into wine?
Help me to believe,
When I can no longer believe!
 
If my stars
Fall on dark nights,
If my footsteps
Echo in foreign rooms,
I seek the exit,
The way home and a light,
That already from a distance
Speaks a welcome.
 
Help me to believe,
When I can no longer believe,
Help me to find
What the storm of time took from me!
Who pulls the sword out of the stone,
Turns water into wine?
Help me to believe,
When I can no longer believe! 
 
Take my hands,
Hold them warm and firm,
Until hope
Never leaves me again!
Take my hands,
Hold them warm and firm,
Help me to believe in myself until the end!
 
Help me to believe,
When I can no longer believe,
Help me to find
What the storm of time took from me!
Who pulls the sword out of the stone,
Turns water into wine?
Help me to believe,
When I can no longer believe! 
 
Help me to believe,
When I can no longer believe! 
 

Ferryman

Far gone and stranded,
I stand here on the shore now,
Want to cross, want to follow you,
Much too tired to rest.
 
I deeply breathe the cold night air,
Wind blows over my skin,
I raise my hands to my mouth,
And then I call out loud:
 
Ferryman, oh, ferryman,
Come, get me across the river,
Hurry,
Because I finally need to go over there,
Deep are the waters,
But deeper is my suffering,
Please, ferryman, get over,
I'm ready.
 
Fog undulates, thunder rumbles,
I see the other shore weak.
You went before me in the darkness.
Wait for me, I will follow.
 
I deeply breathe the cold night air,
Wind blows over my skin,
I raise my hands to my mouth,
And then I call out loud:
 
Ferryman, oh, ferryman,
Come, get me across the river,
Hurry,
Because I finally need to go over there,
Deep are the waters,
But deeper is my suffering,
Please, ferryman, get over,
I'm ready.
 
Oars dip into the water,
See the ferryman's shadow,
And he holds out his pale hand,
Demands his pay,
Looks deep into my eyes,
Laughs at me and rows away.
 
Ferryman, oh, ferryman,
Come, get me across the river,
Hurry,
Because I finally need to go over there,
Deep are the waters,
But deeper is my suffering,
Please, ferryman, get over,
I'm ready.
 

From Distant Lands

Sometimes I dream in colors,
That I've never seen.
Sometimes I hear words from afar,
Foreign and unapproachable.
 
Sometimes I become tired
From a sweet, faraway song,
Then I'm overcome with
A desire, the desire,
To go away.
 
I come from distant lands
And carry the wind in my hair.
In my shoes there is still sand
From beaches where none have been yet.
 
I come from distant lands,
But my tracks are blurred.
I can no longer find my way back
The memory disappears.
 
Sometimes I long for
heaver, great and wide,
Then I'm overcome with
A desire, the desire,
To go away.
 
I come from distant lands
And carry the wind in your hair.
There is still sand in my shoes
From beaches where no one was yet.
 
I come from distant lands,
But my tracks are blurred.
I can not find my way back
The memory goes out.
 
Sometimes I wake up
And ask me how I came here.
Sometimes I feel like someone
Who escaped the storm.
 
I come from distant lands
And carry the wind in your hair.
There's still sand in my shoes,
From beaches where no one was yet.
 
I come from distant lands,
But my tracks are blurred.
I can not find my way back
The memory goes out.