A keresés eredménye

Holdfény

Alattam a föld
Felettem az ég
És köztük szívem rólad álmodik
 
Az esti szél magával viszi gondolataimat
A csillagok felettem, szellemként, körben.
Sosem tanultam meg az összes kép nevét,
Fenn, a csillagok óceánján.
De ha elég sokáig figyelem a hatalmas vándorokat,
Mindegyik képben a te ragyogásodat látom.
 
És tudom, hogy akárhol is vagy
A hold fölöttünk ugyanolyan.
És talán te is föltekintesz, akárcsak én
Föl a magasba, s ránk gondolsz.
 
Itt fekszem a fűben esténként
S úgy érzem, mintha kezed enyémben pihenne.
Körülöttem suttogást hallok
Elmeséli a soha ki nem hunyt szerelmet.
 
Sosem tanultam meg az összes kép nevét,
Fenn, a csillagok óceánján.
De egy apró fény közöttük
Ragyog, mindig szemeidet látom a fényben.
 
És tudom, hogy akárhol is vagy
A hold fölöttünk ugyanolyan.
És talán te is föltekintesz, akárcsak én
Föl a magasba, s ránk gondolsz.
 
És tudom, hogy akárhol is vagy
A hold fölöttünk ugyanolyan.
És talán te is föltekintesz, akárcsak én
Föl a magasba, s ránk gondolsz.
 
És tudom
Akárhol is vagy
A hold fölöttünk ugyanolyan.
És talán te is föltekintesz, akárcsak én
Föl a magasba, s rám gondolsz.
 

Don't Forget Me

Like an echo you came to me.
Slowly like an echo.
Like an echo, you don't disappear quickly
 
Don't forget the thoughts of me
that you might keep.
Don't forget me.
 
Don't forget the thoughts of me
that you might keep.
Don't forget me.
 
I'm still digging up old deeds from your memories of me
The moment has begun.
The moment has ended.
Now the present is a burden.
 
Don't forget the thoughts of me
that you might keep.
Don't forget me.
 
Don't forget the thoughts of me
that you might keep.
Don't forget me.
 

Made in Fire

I am not alive, but I grow

The Wild Hunt

A storm is brewing, whispering through the
Treetops of the bare woods, frost-frozen
And from peaks of the Hörselberg mountains
The Wild Hunt comes rushing down
 
At the head of the roaring storm
Upon his horse a dark lord charges
Within the whirlwind of ice and thunder
He sounds his horn and hefts his spear
 
And by his side the fell hounds
Howling as they hunt through the winds
Bear a red blaze in their maw that drips
And flies from their flews
 
Come and run, run, run as fast as you can
Behind you the storm of shades, if you hesitate it’ll be your end
Overtaken by the Wild Hunt, you’ll have to join their ranks
So run as fast as you can!
 
Twitches and spasms, out from the
Realm of Shades the dead come marching
Cursed are they who, still living, fall
Into their cold clutches
 
In the sky grim crows circle
Drawn along by the rider
And their croaking voices upon the wind
Sing you their song of death
 
Come and run, run, run as fast as you can
Behind you the storm of shades, if you hesitate it’ll be your end
Overtaken by the Wild Hunt, you’ll have to join their ranks
So run as fast as you can!
 
If you hear their thundering hoofbeats upon the wind, then run, run!
If you hear their thundering hoofbeats upon the wind, then run, run!
 
Come and run, run, run as fast as you can
Behind you the storm of shades, if you hesitate it’ll be your end
Overtaken by the Wild Hunt, you’ll have to join their ranks
So run as fast as you can!
As fast as you can.
 
And from the peaks of the Hörselberg mountains
The Wild Hunt comes rushing down.
 

Let My Friends Remember Me

I will leave, my name will remain,
Let my friends remember me...
Weddings will be had, feasts will be celebrated,
Let my friends remember me...
 
The soul won’t stay caged, it will fly away,
The world is an inn, residents will depart,
The moon will wander, years will go by,
Let my friends remember me...
 
I didn’t wish to come, nor do I wish to leave,
Day by day my troubles increased,
My abode will fall silent,
Let my friends remember me...
 
Day turns to afternoon and evening,
A man lives through many things,
Veysel will leave, his name will remain,
Let my friends remember me...
 
The soul will leave the body,
No smoke in the chimney, no fire in the hearth,
An armful of greetings to all,
Let my friends remember me...
 
The soul won’t stay caged, it will fly away,
The world is an inn, residents will depart,
The moon will wander, years will go by,
Let my friends remember me...
 

Light and warmth

When the darkness now has descended,
I walk silently across the room.
And the feelings are wearing on me,
What will the future bring?
And the heritage we've handed you
Could be heavy to carry along
Will you ask us, will you blame us?
Will you call it a betrayal?
 
The sun that went down tonight
She will shine for you my dear
And the birds that are free, will show the way, and everything will be
Lots of light and lots of warmth
Faith and hope can you also take along
Many tears, heavy moments

World

Under the Blue Roof
There is a beautiful House spinning
Where the sun ray
Is lightning people’s path
Where the Love lives
the faith is always strong
Where the stars are looking down from the sky
Giving us a light of hope
We will stand together in circle holding hands
We will make everyone around feel warm
Everyone would live happier
If only children could rule the world
If only we could rule the world
You and me
Under the Blue Roof
There is a beautiful house spinning
A joyful World of light
We are going to create there together
Where the Love lives
the faith is always strong
Where the stars are looking down from the sky
Giving us a light of hope
We will stand together in circle holding hands
We will make everyone around feel warm
Everyone would live happier
If only children could rule the world
If only we could rule the world
You and me
 

The Sea's Estuaries

From this spot where I am
We can see the sea's estuaries,
Which extend out, then withdraw
To intrude upon the land…
 
In bed, late, here we are,
We begin all over again,
I can hardly believe it,
I can see the sea's estuaries...
I can see the sea's estuaries...
That extend out... stretching onward...
 
I can see the sea's estuaries...
That extend out... stretching onward...
And that intrude upon the land...
And then divide her in the end.
 

Today To Me, Tomorrow To You

Sometimes my days pass cheerfully
Sometimes my tears, they go by shedding
Sometimes my days pass with my loved one
Sometimes I rebel against loneliness
 
My days are in flux thusly
World's trouble is unfathomable
If this day is for me, then tomorrow is for you
So, neither laugh nor cry for me
 
Everyone's life is not same
Things passing through my mind, they're not known.
Sometimes I forget old days
Sometimes longing burns my inside suddenly
 
My days are in flux thusly
World's trouble is unfathomable
Sometimes fear haunts my inside suddenly
Sometimes I'm filled with joy, I don't know why
 
If this day is for me, then tomorrow is for you
So, neither laugh nor cry for me
 

A Separation, A Poverty, A Death

I've arrived at that black stone
You made me yearn for a tribe brother
What is the reason to the bloody tear shedding from the eye
A separation, a poverty, a death
 
You've dethroned many sultans
You've made many of them turn pale their rose faces
You've sent many of them to a way not coming
A separation, a poverty, a death
 
Karacaoğlan says, 'I've settled, it is not migrated'.
It is bitter, sherbet of death is not drunk
I have three trouble, they're not chosen from each other
A separation, a poverty, a death
 

Fog Fairy

The fog lies over the sea,
Fairy-tale-like, wondrous
A lonesome boat drifts back and forth
I think of you, I think of you
 
I know, that I always find you here
I know how your laughter rings here still
I hear your voice here in the wind, the way it sings
 
You have...
have shown me, how on the dunes here a day on the sea begins
Why the words sea and soul are so similar
You were the beauty of my North, and sometimes it hurts
Live well, my fog-fairy
 
I sit here at the North Sea beach
I gaze at the sea, as if entranced
The sand pours through my fingers
I remember, as best as I can
 
I know, that here I still am close to you
I know, that the fog that falls here
was a part of your love
and contains it still
 
You have...
have shown me, how on the dunes here a day on the sea begins
Why the words sea and soul are so similar
You were the beauty of my North, and sometimes it hurts
Live well, my fog-fairy
 
And when the sea rears up
and a storm is created over there
When the spray foams at the crests
and then the waves rage before me
I sometimes stand there happy
and feel the power of the sea in me
and know how strong she is, and was
my melancholy love for you
 
You have...
have shown me, how I find emotions, further freedom in me
Why the words sea and longing are so similar
All the beauty of the North, that I now understand through you
I offer thanks, my fog-fairy
 

The Beauty of the Shadows

She wanders without stop or rest
in her silver dress, at night.
Some say that she has been doing this
since the beginning of time.
She holds a chalice in her hands,
a vessel of glass and light.
Some say what in there lies
not even the gods know!
 
Thus she wanders in darkness
with pale skin and black hair.
She is a ghost, a child of the night,
but more beautiful than a day ever was.
Thus she wanders with her chalice,
which is dedicated to its secret.
Some say whoever drinks from it
shall comprehend Eternity!
 
And so passes night after night
and I dream myself to her.
When she wakes in the twilight,
Come and dance with me!
 
I see through your eyes
as if through the night into the cosmos
Just once let me take a sip
from the chalice in your hands!
Thus I swore in my heart
while the nightingale called:
I kiss to you the stardust
from your cold lips!
And left the world far behind me
in my free fall.
 
Thus I wander on her path
and towards my longing,
well knowing, that in this world
I sacrifice much comfort.
And every day, when I awake,
and my world drowns in light,
I wait, for to me the heart rises
when our sun sets.
 
And so passes night after night
and I dream myself to her.
When she wakes in the twilight,
Come and dance with me!
 
I see through your eyes
as if through the night into the cosmos
Just once let me take a sip
from the chalice in your hands!
Thus I swore in my heart
while the nightingale called:
I kiss to you the stardust
from your cold lips!
And left the world far behind me
in my free fall.
 
You should know what you seek
in this night, at the dark hour!
Is it the chalice from my hand
or the kiss from my mouth?
I already wandered year after year
through your night, and believe me,
I am no more than just a dream!
A dream of yours, a dream of yours.
 
I see through your eyes
as if through the night into the cosmos
Just once let me take a sip
from the chalice in your hands!
Thus I swore in my heart
while the nightingale called:
I kiss to you the stardust
from your cold lips!
And left the world far behind me
in my free fall.
 

In the deep quiet tranquility of the forest

In the deep, quiet tranquility of the forest,
where armies of singers live,
where the soul listened many a time
to the happy song of the bird.
There is idyllic quiet peace
in the loneliness of the forest,
and the longings of the heart are silent here,
where peace and rest are.
 
Hear the village bell sounds,
announcing evening peace.
The little bird before it takes a nap,
still twitters for a while.
In the marsh, a frog is croaking loudly,
heavily field and lake are steaming,
now the clock quietens, - the evening's peace
quietly lowers down.
 

Gerd the Red

[Verse 1}
When the storms howl in autumn and the waters rise again
You might be able to hear a horrifying creaking
As a rotten peat-ship appears on the edge of the Devil's Moor
Which the clouds and the night evoke
 
And upon it a creepy figure stands tall
On which a scrap of red hair remains, attached to the skull
It is the Smuggler King, who clenches his fists in the wind
And raises himself there from his sodden grave.
 
[Refrain]
At full speed, at close reach
Never living like a dog
Who dares wins
Now I lie here on the ground
It was worth my freedom
I am Gerd the Red
 
[Verse 2]
And if he wants to deal with you, then don't believe a word he says
If he pours you a drink of brandy, don't care about it
He wants to release your soul and throw you overboard
With one hand he reaches for your money, and with the other he kills you.
 
[Refrain]
At full speed, at close reach
Never living like a dog
Who dares wins
Now I lie here on the ground
It was worth my freedom
I am Gerd the Red
 
[Verse 3]
The storm drives water over the land
And the sails are tarred
Flee, here comes the black hand
Which will teach you fear.
 
The storm drives water over the land
And the sails are tarred
Flee, here comes the black hand
Which will teach you fear.
 
The storm drives water over the land
And the sails are tarred
Flee, here comes the black hand
Hated and revered!
 
[Refrain]
At full speed, at close reach
Never living like a dog
Who dares wins
Now I lie here on the ground
It was worth my freedom
I am Gerd the Red
 

The Master

Passer-bys tip their hats
as he walks by.
Dogs lick his hands,
he is the reassuring type.
 
See how this child bawls
as he comes to the rescue.
See how he helps the blind
crossing the street.
 
In his peaceful garden
he tends to roses.
The master becomes a murderer
when he feels gloomy.
 
He goes strangling fellow men
in the Meudon wood
when he feels disconsolate
or simply blue.
 
The neighbours find him likeable,
yet right under their noses
the master is a murderer
and I am his butler.
 
And I file my case
under a dog rose bush.
I dabble in gardening
and can cook as well.
 
He goes strangling fellow men
when he feels blue.
Off you go! Into the pond
under the water lilies.
 
Then I tidy up a bit
the crime scene
where he never returns,
not even for show.
 
Inconspicuously,
in the early hours
we drive back home.
I am his driver.
 
Though he looks harmless,
the master is a lunatic.
The master is a murderer,
it's a chronic affliction.
 
He goes strangling fellow men
when midnight chimes,
while I push the dolly1
in the Boulogne woods.
 
Our customer will end up
in a trunk, hat included
and take a train to Venice
for a well-deserved rest.
 
He goes strangling fellow men
in the Meudon wood
when he feels disconsolate
or simply blue.
 
The neighbours find him likeable,
yet right under their noses
the master is a murderer
and I am his butler.
 
You're about to hang the master,
I'm about to lose my job.
You're about to hang the master,
Alas! How very unfortunate!
 
This was only to be expected,
and I beseech Your Honour
to consider my application
as a butler.
 
I would file this case
under a dog rose bush.
I dabble in gardening
and can cook as well.
 

• 1. lit. 'the devil'. That's a common name for a dolly, but it sounds rather funny here

Silent Stony Guards

On my yard many nights them dark shapes been stalking
hard granite men swinging their leather belts
 
I'm in a bad place in a mountain cabin
attacking me with erect lances
stony men, extinguished minds
wounds aren't light!
 
A form dark, stone hard from my door bursts
A black thong of leather my skin now deeply furrows
 
I'm in a bad place in a mountain cabin
attacking me with erect lances
stony men, extinguished minds
wounds aren't light!
 

A picture of Ivers

The name was Olsen, he was born in Buran
He travelled out on the sea, for his wife had lured him
When on the move he became a man of the world
but then again he always brought with him:
A picture of Ivers, some kroner from his mum
A map that showed where he came from on Earth
Two lysholmer and an RBK-shirt
That's all you need to do something big
 
Oddvar Brå was some man (eg. impressive)
We all cried a bit when the victory was clear
During the drug test he was looking forward to the party
but the doctors searched and found:
 
A picture of Ivers, some kroner from his mum
A map that showed where he came from on Earth
Two lysholmer and an RBK-shirt
That's all you need to do something big
 
Miss Jensen knocked on heaven's door
On Earth she hadn't accomplished much
But she became happy when Paulus stepped forth
And yelled: Turn away from them
 
Who had a picture of Ivers, some kroner from his mum
A map that showed where he came from on Earth
Two lysholmer and an RBK-shirt
That's all you need to do something big ..
And the rest of the folk song is now in minor
in pity for Oslo and Tromsø and
Bergen it lies a bit more south
but what are they bringing with them, if we ask:
 
Beautifully garnished in a folder so fine
a picture of Grieg and Ole Bull with a violin
But they're insecure, we've understood that
for what have they hidden away so well under the duna
 
A picture of Ivers, some kroner from his mum
A map that showed where he came from on Earth
Two lysholmer and an RBK-shirt
That's all you need to do something big
 

If you want

If you want, we can get back together like before
Isn't it a pity for us to spend those days alone?
Is it easy to forget everything instantly?
 
Take me far away
To the places where I don't know
To the dreams I never see
It is awesome to be with you
 
If you want, we can get back together like before
Isn't it a pity for us to spend those days alone?
Is it easy to forget everything instantly?
 
Take me far away
To the places where I don't know
To the dreams I never see
It is awesome to be with you
 
aliseenn

Wherever You Go

Your smoky breath falls upon the cold
Someday your words will find me
Your glace falls, you are thoughtful
Your eyes find me
 
Your smoky breath falls upon the cold
Someday your words will find me
Your glace falls, you are thoughtful
Your eyes find me
 
Wherever you go, I am beside you
If you lose the way, I am in your star
Wherever you go, I am beside you
If you lose the way...
 
Your smoky breath falls upon the cold
Someday your words will find me
Your glace falls, you are thoughtful
Your eyes find me
 
Your smoky breath falls upon the cold
Someday your words will find me
Your glace falls, you are thoughtful
Your eyes find me
 
Wherever you go, I am beside you
If you lose the way, I am in your star
Wherever you go, I am beside you
If you lose the way...
 
(Wherever you go, I am beside you
If you lose the way...)
Wherever you go, I am beside you
If you lose the way, I am in your star
Wherever you go, I am beside you
If you lose the way...