A keresés eredménye

Choir of the Prisoners and the People

Blessed be the day! Blessed be the hour

A white dove

A white dove
White like snow
Has pecked me in the chest,
How it hurts!
 
Beyond life
I must love you,
Because love is in the soul,
And that doesn't die.
 
They say that sleep is death,
But I deny it,
Because when I sleep, I live,
When I don't, I die.
 

And even among the storms

And even among the storms,
The calm I have found.
Oh, you never come back
Never again will the day serene be.
 
Among all of my days,
This is the brightest one.
I would like to live like this,
And then, like this to die.
 

Have you not favored with love

Have you not favored with love
every creature's life?
Why, however, am I forgotten
as well as you, my mother, you, Nature?
 
Where in bosk and lea
and where in air and sea may dwell a beast,
that nevermore was loved?
All is loved, but me, truly all but me!
 
Be it in groves, in fields and pastures
that tree and bush and moss and herb
find each other in love --
why will I not get married to a bride?
 
The sweetest of all desires
never sprouts a fruit for me.
Alas, love is never returned to me,
love, that only one can give.
 

Parting

That is the hour of dismay,
ha, my lips are quivering,
how can I, poor thing, live,
o Nice, far away from you?
I must live, suffering,
without you the joys flee,
and you, will you lovingly
yearn for me, too?
 

Elegiac Song

Gently as you lived
have you finished,
more holy for the pain!
 
No eye weeps for
the heavenly spirit's homecoming.
 
Gently, gently as you lived
have you finished,
you -- gently as you lived
you have finished,
yes, you have finished.
 

Ludwig Van Beethoven

For the entire day i've been running around town
taking care of all sorts of errands
Now at home, laying at a sofa half asleep
Radio is still on and i'm so exhausted
I'm tired, i'm too tired to get up and turn it off
It is playing something beautiful, ornamental, touching
of better ones, those better people's stuff
 
Ludwig Van Beethoven
is playing on the radio
Ludwig Van Beethoven's ninth symphony
Ludwig Van Beethoven
is playing on the radio
And no one has heard of Rock'n Roll
nor about Ulrike Meinhof's death
And i'm just sleeping and sleeping,
i'm just sleeping
 
I should be going to the store
before it closes as well
The fridge is all empty
and my belly isn't satisfied with Beethoven
Orchestra is playing on the radio
Everybody knows their notes,
Everybody has their suits
Even the audience knows
how to behave
I have a record
Albert Järvinen plays on it
And neighbors, They're thumping the walls with a rhythm
 
Ludwig Van Beethoven
is playing on the radio
Ludwig Van Beethoven's ninth symphony
Ludwig Van Beethoven
is playing on the radio
And no one has heard of Rock'n Roll
nor about Ulrike Meinhof's death
And i'm just sleeping and sleeping,
i'm just sleeping
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