A keresés eredménye

Wake-Up Call

First you bother me
You twist my head
Leaves a bitter taste
In my mouth...
 
Then
You come crying apologies
Sort of asking,
wanting to get
A little honey...
 
Can't you see that then I tear myself apart
I choke and swallow
I reflect and I extend you my hand
And thereby our life
is a drying river
It's the cutting rocks
And I keep on wondering:
How many more times?...
 
There are so many little things
Roasting, eaten up inside
Gradually destroying
Our dream
Those are lost sentences in a world
Of screams and gestures
In a game of blame...
That does so much harm...
 
I don't want to have a reason...
Because I know...
How wrong I am
And how much I've already destroyed
I just feel the moment in the air
Where the glass is full
And you can't
swallow it anymore...
 
Listen to me!
Our story
is a half-opened door
And I sought
The rightest word
Try to understand
My wake-up call
Take a good look!
That' s love shaking up my heart
There's a needy side
Saying yes
And this life of us
Shouting no...(2x)
 

Start it all over again

I'd start it all over again
If it was the case, my love
The flame in my chest
Still burns, just so you know!
Nothing was in vain...
 
The Cuba-Libre* gives me courage
In my hands
The lady in lilac
Hurting my heart
In the thirst to feel
Your entire body
Attached to mine...
 
And then I'd sing
All night long
Like I once sung, I'll sing
All the things I've had
Have and know, someday I'll have...
 
The faith I have on what's to come
And the happiness of being able
To look back
And see that I'd go back to you
And again, live
In this imense hall
 
To the sound of this Bolero**
Life, we go
And we're not alone
Look my dear
The orchestra waits for us
Please!
Once again, restart
 

Say It, My Heart

(These) are things from this nomadic* life
Paths like the lines of this hand
Willingness to arrive
Look at me arriving
And this cicada in my chest
Already wanting to sing somewhere else
 
Say it, my heart
Of the joy of seeing this girl again
And hug her
and kiss her
 
Say it, my heart
Tell me the stories of these people
On the roads of this life
Cry this strangled longing
Speak, without you there's nothing else
Look deep into the eyes of the brunette** and see deep down
The light from that spring
 
Sleep like a child in her lap
Smell her strong
Run your hands through her black hair
Tell (her) a very pretty verse and leave again
 
Say it, my heart
That she's in my chest and well guarded
And that's necessary
More then ever
To carry on
To carry on