A keresés eredménye

Bro

We will live on our own,
Yet, for more than a day,
Until you will find a brother in me,
And I will find a sister in you.
 
Although we are one,
We still live on our own
And those, who are born one at a time
Are still waiting for gossip.
 
Bro*, your water is from air, from which I also am x4
 
We are afraid of silence
And of what it hides,
Because there is no emptiness,
not a clue of it.
 
We are a part of a plan
And we ourselves create that plan,
Where noise ends,
There is your beginning.
 
Bro*, your water is from air, from which I also am x9
 
Brought to you by: a dude with a darn long name who is commonly called Simon

The Dream

My sea silently waits
Your ships so far beyond the hills.
That fallacious dream by themselves we created,
How to wake? The way to find we must.
 
My love, give me a time.
In the dream's world mountains are high, but I'm in the road.
That fallacious dream by themselves we created,
How to wake? The way to find we must.
 
We will carry your ship through the mountains.
Are you hear, my love?
We will carry your ship through the mountains.
Wheter are you hear, my love?
We will transfer the ship through the mountains.
Are you hear, my love?
We will carry your ship through the mountains,
I promise, my love.
 
That fallacious dream by themselves we created,
How to wake? The way to find we must.
That fallacious dream by themselves we created,
How to wake? The way to find we must.
 

Going to black going to white

My sledge to me speaks, I'm listening
About road, about night, the most brightly
With hepatica, in the deep winter, of clay
Maybe waiting, maybe will love yet, maybe leastwise today
 
By my trail, going, white horses
By my trail, crawls, thousand, of whipsnakes
My river flows, rakes the little stones
Through flowing is laughing and sheding tears
 
My infinite , through the night seems, beyond the window
Sort of waiting, quasi shouting, I'm asking
How to love, where he find, how through ages
I'm already mourning, while she smiling, through night in the morning
 
On alternate night, from new, I'm resolving
But on alternate morning, near your doors, I'm slipping again 2x
 
Running fastly mine, deft legs
Stops my heart, only on seeing you
I'm through black going to white, in the middle of the land
While through the day through the night, my head hurts...
 

People of the Sand

In the wind
Alone
Back again
Will return to home the soldiers.
Where, for what,
Why-
Maybe barely later
Will know those, where they will come.
 
[Choir]
To grow with grass
With sea to breath
(Don't be afraid, if) will die of ague
Will reborn one.
 
The desert
Again of sky
Asking over again:
Where disappeared the water?
Don't sleep-
Said to her-
Maybe tonight
You will be remembered...
 
[Choir]
To grow with grass
With sea to breath
(Don't be afraid, if) will die of ague
Will reborn one.
 
People of the Sand in the road,
in the road, <...> in the road, people of the sand, in the road <...>
 
[Choir]
To grow with grass
With sea to breath
(Don't be afraid, if) will die of ague
Will reborn one.
 

In the morning

I'm closing eyes, but don't sleeping
Calculating, window's clock's beatings.
By the chips of glass, is coming
Emptiness, go to sit nearby.
 
Morning... dismount from the shoulders that burden,
But not all, just for being slighty easier.
Morning... if the diamond of the fortune I will excavate,
I will return him to you, but now I'm beg.
 
When, to move, is fearing the trees
Coloured, moonlight the grey.
I'm opening eyes, silently hurts
Land is red, when changing the sky.
 
Morning... dismount from the shoulders that burden,
But not all, just for being slighty easier.
Morning... if the diamond of the fortune I will excavate,
I will return him to you, but now I'm beg.
 
Yet I learned, to domesticate
Like the horse, days of my.
But in brightening, of the first star
Like a lightning, memory will even injure.
 
Morning... dismount from the shoulders that burden (to domesticate)
But not all, just for being slighty easier. (days of mine).
Morning... if the diamond of the fortune I will excavate,
I will return him to you... in the morning.
 

The Angels

Sitting an angels with closed eyes,
For unseeing, what do you do.
They are white white, bitter bread are of them
They know more than was needful.
 
Latended by trees and safe,
Maybe we'll resolve to be bare...
The soul will say, what to do now, it's pain
Without mask, without armour it is painful.
 
I'm sitting in the cloud - maybe sleeping,
It beats be, from where here I come.
The Angel I see, both we're smiling,
,,What are you?' - But I even not savvy...
 
The white wings of him suits me
For him my armour I'm giving
Arising I over and over, the tear downwards - is swooping
The rays of Sun is snowing.
 
There is dancing...
 
In the sky and in the water
The Angels - black and white
If someday I will not be
Let's dance with them, let it rain, the sky.