2022.05.05.
A keresés eredménye
Találatok száma: 10
2021.06.26.
The mulatto
Versions:With my woggish mulatto's face,
Wandering Jew's or Greek shepherd's
my shock of hair, so dishevelled,
With my faded eyes in my face,
that make me look like a dreamer,
though I now dream not so often,
With my prowler's and lurker's hands,
hands of a rover, musician
that looted so many gardens...
With my mouth that has drunk so much,
that has bitten and kissed and kissed
yet has always remained thirsty..
With my woggish mulatto's face,
Wandering Jew's or Greek shepherd's
my robber's face, vagabond's face,
With my skin rubbed but left unhurt
by the sunlight of all summers
and by every bit of skirt..
With my heart that knew how to hurt
as much as it got hurt
without
making too big a fuss for that,
With my soul that hasn't any
more chance of Salvation, really,
to avoid the Purgatory..
With my woggish mulatto's face,
Wandering Jew's or Greek shepherd's
my shock of hair that's dishevelled,
I shall call in, sweet captive , you
O , my twin soul, Fountain of youth,
and I'll gulp down your twenty years..
And I'll be a prince for you, dear,
A dreamer or a teenager,
As you like it , or want to choose..
And we'll turn every day we live
into an eternity of love
that we'll enjoy
so much we'll die...
2020.10.11.
The Time To Live
Versions: #1We will take the time to live
To be free, my love
Without plans and without habits
We can dream our life
Come, I am here, I wait only for you
All is possible, all is allowed
Come, listen to the words that vibrate
On the walls of the month of May
They tell us the certainty
That all can change one day
Come, I am here, I wait only for you
All is possible, all is allowed
We will take the time to live
To be free, my love
Without plans and without habits
We can dream our life
2019.01.23.
Song For Her
She doesn’t make love,she loves.
She doesn’t walk,
she dances.
She doesn’t speak,
she sings.
She doesn’t make love,
she loves.
La la la la la...
She doesn’t make love,
she loves.
She doesn’t lend herself,
she gives herself entirely.
She doesn’t cry,
she hurts.
She doesn’t make love,
she loves.
La la la la la…
She doesn’t make love,
she loves.
She doesn’t dream,
she floats on air.
She doesn’t feign living.
She doesn’t ask,
she helps herself.
La la la la la…
2018.03.03.
There was a garden
Versions: #2(spoken)
This is a song for the children
Who are born and who lives between steel
And bitume between concrete and asphalt
And who might never know
That the earth was a garden.
There was a garden that we called the earth
It shined under the sun like a forbidden fruit
No it was not paradise nor hell
nor something already seen or heard.
There was a garden, a house, trees
With a little bed of foam to make love on it
And a little creek rolling without any wave
Came to refresh it and went on his course.
There was a garden as big as a valley
We could feed ourselves in every season
On the hot land or on the frozen grass
And discover flowers that didn't have name.
There was a garden that we called the earth
It was big enough for millions of kids
It was once inhabited by our grand-fathers
Who kept it from their grand-parents.
Where is this garden where we could have been born,
Where we could have lived carefree and naked?
where is this house with all its doors open
That I still look for and that I no longer find?
2017.09.27.