A keresés eredménye

After us the Earth will still be mournful for long

On asleep train platforms
Snow is falling and laughing
Just ease don't fall asleep
Below leaving trains
I showed off
I am trying to fool the winter
 
And why do I always think
That there isn't enough time
Even on evenings, when it snows
 
And we will grow dizzy such
That on earth all sleep
Will be forbidden for a night
You won't run away
The snow has brought you
At night, white as milk
After us
the Earth will still be mournful for long
 
Planned as a surprise
Over the ground it flies
The night and moon grow sad once more
Don't be surpised if despair
Stings like nettles
We still need to manage to be ourselves
 
And why do I always think
That there isn't enough time
Even on evenings, when it snows
 
And we will grow dizzy such
That on earth all sleep
Will be forbidden for a night
You won't run away
The snow has brought you
At night, white as milk
After us
the Earth will still be mournful for long
 

May it be so

White, so white
Is your street's morning
And I go along with you
The gardner so lightly
Is waltzing amongst the trees
And I go along with you
 
Don't ask me that it may be so
Because the answers are right here in silence
Don't say may it be so
We need to capture it together
 
Slowly like sleep
Downward flies the morning's snow
And I go along with you
And possibly for real
I will become dangerous to you
And I go along with you
 
Don't ask me that it may be so
Because the answers are right here in silence
Don't say may it be so
We need to capture it together
 
Don't ask me that it may be so
Don't ask what will come next
Don't say may it be so
Don't talk
 

I, too, Have a Heart / Sha La La

My days are (sha la la)
Not really mine (sha la la)
And everyone just smiles (sha la la)
And waits for Doomsday (sha la la)
But, when the evening comes (sha la la)
And everyone is gone (sha la la)
I want to send everyone (sha la la)
To pick sunflowers (sha la la)
 
Not a joke, don't be surprised
I, too, have a heart like mortals
A heart like a heart, from flesh and blood
But it's not enough for me
 
In careless laughter (sha la la)
Spent days (sha la la)
Aimlessly speckled (sha la la)
Painted streets (sha la la)
And not only because (sha la la)
I'm afraid of peace (sha la la)
I want to be like a wall (sha la la)
That you can hit your forehead against (sha la la)
 
I'm trying to find words (sha la la)
In the silence between lies (sha la la)
And in between the intangible (sha la la)
To find the noticeable (sha la la)
And if ever the salvation (sha la la)
Is a cannon charge (sha la la)
The most important thing (sha la la)
Is to get to the very end (sha la la)
 
Not a joke, don't be surprised
I, too, have a heart like mortals
A heart like a heart, from flesh and blood
But it's not enough for me
 
I'm trying to find words (sha la la)
In the silence between lies (sha la la)
And in between the intangible (sha la la)
To find the noticeable (sha la la)
And if ever the salvation (sha la la)
Is a cannon charge (sha la la)
The most important thing (sha la la)
Is to get to the very end (sha la la)
 
I'm trying to find words (sha la la)
In the silence between lies (sha la la)
And in between the intangible (sha la la)
To find the noticeable (sha la la)
And if ever the salvation (sha la la)
Is a cannon charge (sha la la)
The most important thing (sha la la)
Is to get to the very end (sha la la)
 

But the May flowers must remain

Her dreams are about
Faraway lands, her beloved
She believes that not yet
Everything is so black and sick
Her nights are spent
Selling her peace
And when morning comes
She'll forget everything again
 
Scattered with the May flowers
Her smile, and she believes that
Pain comes and pain goes
But the May flowers must remain
Colored in the violins
Her spite and her heart
Tremble in fear to scatter
To wake up in the violins
 
Her mornings don't lie
They, with a smile in mirrors
Tell about how good
It would be with a fake end
Forgive the lipstick
And the bit of eyeshadow
But what to pray for, if in life
You really don't have anywhere to go
 
Scattered with the May flowers
Her smile, and she believes that
Pain comes and pain goes
But the May flowers must remain
Colored in the violins
Her spite and her heart
Tremble in fear to scatter
To wake up in the violins