A keresés eredménye

Borderland

As you can see, I've returned with more strength and will
In the fog or in the sun, but blessed is he who knows
While I'm looking at the city, a bitter, sneaky tear slowly goes down my face!
 
In the Borderland there is not a single flag left!
Because, when night arrives, lot of people are afraid!
 
While I'm looking in the sky, I'm the only one left searching for the new beeing, to find what's mine
There are those who waste words by simulating compassion, but I tell them: «Dear man, look at the flame in your eyes!»
 
In the Borderland there is not a single flag left!
Because when night arrives lot of people are afraid!
 
I'm under thousands of stars, the cold breaks my skin
A breath of pure air,
only darkness for a friend
But I want to look at your eyes again to find a planet of mine where drams are reality.
 
In the Borderland there is not a single flag left!
Because when night arrives lot of people are afraid!
 

Broken Face

Your laughter sounds like it comes from a tape
You hold your glass like a shield in your hand
Your pride is framed by black hair
That's all that I found remaining
 
The day is long, the day is empty
It never ends
The pain is dull, the pain is strong
Crawls into your hands
The city is bright, the city speaks
With a thousand tongues
The breath bites, the breath stings
Pain in your lungs
You turn away as it breaks
Your broken face
Your broken face
 
You are, as always, on guard
If someone asks, of course you are fine
With a mounted bayonet
In the next bed
You gather fresh anger
 
The sweat is wet, the sweat is cold
Creates no closeness
The storm distracts, the storm holds
Until I go
The wine is red, the wine is white
Makes you drunk
Your star shines bright and cold like ice
Soon it goes down
A dull thud as it breaks
Your broken face
Your broken face
Your broken face
 

The Last Door

Children's hell is cold and made of ice
A quiet place of which almost no one knows
Hungry and freezing one sees them cowering
In front of the walls of the first circle of hell
 
Some did not love their father
One was a liar, another a thief
Stubborn and obstinate, the spoiled brat
Corrupt to the core and with the Devil in their blood
 
Some brought home toads
Others ran away each day
They all came to this place
They hate it but they can't leave from here
 
The crying and howling and whining is great
Everyone wants to return to their mother's lap
They cry 'It's not our fault!'
But they disappear into the shadow of the last door
 
A well catches all tears
An endlessly deep, black maw
Into which the grief of children sinks
And below, at the bottom, my lord is drinking
 
Tell me, Dolores, what is the matter with you?
What have you done wrong? Why are you here?
Tell me, have you not made your father happy?
Not as a daughter by day, nor as a woman by night?
 
Just look, you are truly upset
Guilty is anyone who feels guilty
My master chooses children with a sure feeling
Step over the threshold of the last door
 

Little Fears

The small boy
Lies in bed
Breathing as quietly* as he can
Under the covers
Thumps a small heart
And drives his trembling
Something lurks out there
In the darkness
And it can see him
Now he would like
To call his father
But he can't understand them
The little fears
 
Don't leave me alone
In the darkness
 
The little girl
Lies in bed
Says, 'Mommy, please don't!'
But mommy smiles
As always
Closes the door, turns off the light
Alone again
With the shadows
She is as quiet as a mouse
But they crawls around
In her bed
She can't do anything about it
 
The little fears
The little horror
She wants to forget how it is
To look into dead eyes
The little fears
 
Don't leave me alone
In the darkness
 
The little fears
Children's dreams
Dark cellars, old stairs
And locked rooms
 
The little fears
The great tremor
When under the bed at night
The beasts smell human flesh
 
The little fears
Childhood fears
We have long forgotten
But they come back to us
The little fears
 
Don't leave me alone
In the darkness
 

Where Is This Love

Where is this love, walking free,
disguised as a jester, bird and angel?
It will call to our doorstep from the underworld
a violin set to play by a dancing foot.
 
Where is this love, walking free
disguised as a jester, bird and angel?
In the evening people, sitting under an apple tree,
will pray and fight foot and nail for it1.
 
Where is this love, walking free
disguised as a jester, bird and angel?
In the evening people, sitting under an apple tree,
will pray...
 

• 1. another intepretation: '...and die for it'

Cadaver's Star

For you, I have died
And must in every cage
stand up again.
My eye has glared
And no one has
seen within this moment.
 
For you, I have died
Very slowly , but the chimney
only shortly spewed smoke.
No moon was there to bay.
I have only
Naked neon lights spat at.
 
For me Treblinka is every day.
Soweto and My Lai.
For me Golgatha is every day
And the war never ends.
The war never ends...
 
For you, I have died.
That's how you survive
Your sick life.
How can you merely stand
That you, from my birth on,
Give me no chance.
 
For you, I have died
And above you, always hangs
This burnt smell.
You name the history of the world
But you are still today
Just an animal experiment.
 
Now I grab at the trash
From the rich table of the Lord
Somewhere far above
On the Cadaver's Star.
On the Cadaver's Star....
 

The Face

I wear a face
But you do not recognize me,
Because something about it disturbs
That doesn't belong to me.
 
I wear a face.
But when it speaks to you,
It lies without reason
With a warped mouth.
 
Take it off,
Take it off.
Go away,
Go away.
 
I wear a face
That shies from daylight.
It shows itself only at night
When no one watches any more.
 
I wear a face,
Eyes without light.
Its last, weak glimpse
Completely leaves me.
 
Take it off,
Take it off.
Go away,
Go away.
 

Peace Itself

Just a few days, and you learn to hate me
For your jealousy of every short skirt.
Instead of going, and finally leaving me,
You stand as if petrified, before the knife block.
 
Push the blade into my heart.
Drive it in.
You ought to be more brave.
You ought to be more brave.
 
Just a few night, and you learn to despise me.
While I sleep, you count every breath.
You stare at me like a scientist, eyeballing an insect.
'Where is my ring, that he wore just last night?'
 
Press a pillow to my face.
Let no air in.
You ought to be more brave.
Put the noose around my neck.
Constrict it.
You ought to be more brave.
You ought to be more brave.
 
Just a few years, and you begin to devise plans
For the day when you stand silent by my bed
Until everyone says: 'He has peacefully passed away!' (He has peacefully passed away)
And there would be no smile on your face to see.
 
Trickle poison into my glass.
Then leave me alone.
You ought to be more brave.
 
Do you really believe, that you are
Alone with your hate?
Should I scream my
unvarnished contradiction?
 
I am peace itself.
Look at me! [x8]
 

Dorina's Picture

We carried the cannon
In single-file through the mud.
First with song, then without
Until we were over the ridge.
 
We pieced it together
In the fog-front of ice and firn.
Hands full of scraps
Cold sweat on my forehead.
 
Every time
When I sat alone at the post
Every time
When the cold ate through my clothes
Every time
I carried it protectively like a shield
I held Dorina's picture
 
Sometimes we were blinded by the snow.
Many were frozen.
In the icy, cold wind
My companion went missing.
 
I sat there like a corpse,
Motionless for hours.
My eyes played tricks,
Saw ghosts there on the slope.
 
Every time
When I sat alone at the post
Every time
When the cold ate through my clothes
Every time
I carried it protectively like a shield
I held Dorina's picture
 
In the light of the flickering lantern
Lay listening posts overhearing.
In tunnels, deep in ice caves
They hear the glaciers whisper.
 
We're not alone here.
Nights, one hears them digging.
The enemy buries itself in the stone,
Hammering and scraping.
 
They tirelessly drag tons
Of explosives into the shaft.
Bright as 1000 suns
The explosion tears the night.
 
With a shock
Burst bones, rock and steel.
With a shock
The glacier rushes into the valley.
With a shock
Bodies fall heavily onto stones.
With a shock
Suddenly calm takes over.
 
It's like my dreams.
I lay on my back in the high grass
On the field, under trees,
Where I often sat with her.
 
In her summer dress, she comes to me.
The sun shines in her face.
She looks at me, smiles a bit.
A last time
Dorina's picture...
 

To Ash, To Dust

Versions: #3
To Ash, to Dust
return we must
But not just yet
Miracles come last, you bet.
 
The tide of time
It falls too late
To ash, to dust
To ash?
It seems our fate.
 
To Ash, to Dust
return we must
But not just yet
Miracles? Not just yet
Miracles in the end we’ll get.
 
Is this a dream we’re in
Always Tossed ed and torn by the wind
Who could know for sure?
 
The clock upon your wall
Alarm begins to call
So put your hand in mine
And hold it for all time
 
It’s time for you to choose
With everything to lose
Do you love bliss or agony?
 
The darkness steals the sky
The light fades from your eyes
So look at me
And I won’t cry
Together in the dark
We’ll Die