A keresés eredménye

Dreaming California

Grey sky up,
yellow leaves down.
I look for some blue
where there's no blue.
I only feel cold
outside and inside me.
I dream you California
and someday I'll come.
 
I enter the church and there
I try to pray
but instead my thoughts go,
always go back there,
to the warm sun that I want
that will never come here.
I dream you California
and someday I'll come.
 
..........
 
Grey sky up,
yellow leaves down.
I look for some blue
where there's no blue.
If she didn't wait for me
I know I'd go.
I dream you California
and someday I'll come.
 

Your image

If you look at my eyes,
Who cried for love
And they shed so many tears,
You can find us your image,
That face of yours, that mouth
That I kissed, that I kissed,
And so you'll know
 
That since I lost you
To leave with her,
I feel the most guilty,
The poorest of men
And I lack the courage
To come back, to return
From you, from you.
 
If you look at my eyes,
Who cried for love
And they shed so many tears,
You can find us your image,
That face of yours, that mouth
That I kissed, that I kissed,
And so you'll know
 
That since I lost you
To leave with her,
I feel the most guilty,
The poorest of men
And I lack the courage
To come back, to return
From you, from you.
 

A Poet's Journey

He left his town at twenty years old
with two cents in his pocket and nothing else,
he had a woman whom he had been loving for years,
he even left her for something more.
 
He promised himself he'd never return
to the old town of his youth
where nobody wanted to dream,
fields to plough and nothing else.
 
So he started to be a wanderer,
going from towns to cities,
searching for fortune in places in the world,
forgetting about his poverty.
 
One day, in a great poet's house
he found some boys that spoke of peace.
All of a sudden he understood that that was the destination
that he found to be happy.
 
So he started to be a wanderer,
going from towns to cities,
searching for fortune in places in the world,
forgetting about his poverty.
 
Without a penny in his pocket he started back towards his home,
he understood what it is that's more important.
At his front door there she stood waiting for him,
everything like before, he couldn't ask for more.
 
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