A keresés eredménye

The Messenger

I'm running away, escaping
I don't have anything left
My memories are all becoming a blur
In my pain-riddled soul
My heart is beating out of my chest
As if it no longer has a place in me
Chasing after a dream in the distance
Far past the mountains
 
Grey clouds line the horizon
I'm galloping aimlessly
I ride into a town, with a message
And my saddlebag lit in flames
Without being bothered to take off my hat
I flail my dagger in the air
 
I hear the faint, soft sound
Of water flowing through pebbles
It flows from places unknown,
From the heart of the Earth
 
I search for the meadow of white tulips
I hope it's past this canyon
With my face resting on the sand,
And my horse drinking by the river
I just wanna let it all out
I already know that I'll be dreaming of you
 

I return to the South

Versions: #2
I return to the South,
the way love always returns,
I return to you,
with my own wish, with my own fear.
 
I carry the South,
like a destiny of the heart,
I am from the South,
like the airs of the bandoneon.
 
I dream of the South,
the immense moon, the heaven on earth,
I search for the South,
the open time, and everything after.
 
I love the South,
its good people, its dignity,
I feel the South,
like your body during intimacy.
 
I love you South,
South, I love you.
 
I return to the South,
the way love always returns,
I return to you,
with my own wish, with my own fear.
 
I love the South,
its good people, its dignity,
I feel the South,
like your body during intimacy.
I return to the South,
I carry the South,
I love you South,
I love you South...
 

We Want Peace

We want peace
We want to build a better life for our people
Independent
 

Time

Versions: #1#2#3
If he was disappeared
In me he will reappear
They thought that he died
But he will be reborn
 
It poured, it stopped, it poured again
And a young boy made a guess
We heard a voice, and from a tango
Rumor from under a white headscarf
 
Those times were no good
Evil was in those airs
It was 25 years ago
And you were existing, without existing still
 
If she was disappeared
In me she will reappear
They thought that she died and here she is born
Here life is reborn
 
Those times were no good
Evil was in those airs
It was 25 years ago
And you were just existing
 
Those times were no good
Evil was in those airs
It was 25 years ago
And you were existing, without existing still