A keresés eredménye

In the stores

In the stores of God's love1,
Ladies and gentlemen,
We always find better
In the stores of God's love,
We receive for free, joy and life.
 
I met the traffic warden2 who told me:
My light and my colors
Come to me from the Lord.
 
In the stores of God's love,
Ladies and gentlemen,
We always find better
In the stores of God's love,
We receive for free, joy and life.
 
I met the chaffinch who told me:
My life and my good mood
Come to me from the Lord
 
In the stores of God's love,
Ladies and gentlemen,
We always find better
In the stores of God's love,
We receive for free, joy and life.
 
I met a cloud who told me:
All my dreams of greatness
Come to me from the Lord
 
In the stores of God's love,
Ladies and gentlemen,
We always find better
In the stores of God's love,
We receive for free, joy and life.
 
I met an old oak tree who told me:
All my strength and vigor
Come to me from the Lord
 
In the stores of God's love,
Ladies and gentlemen,
We always find better
In the stores of God's love,
We receive for free, joy and life.
 
I met Sister Adèle who told me:
My smile and my happiness
Come to me from the Lord
 
In the stores of God's love,
Ladies and gentlemen,
We always find better
In the stores of God's love,
We receive for free, joy and life.
 

• 1. The singer is a Belgian nun, who plays the guitar and who writes songs to make people happy and to collect money.
• 2. The women who give tickets to cars parked in wrong places, have to wear a uniform of that special periwinkle color, and are commonly named after that color.

The feet of the missionaries

Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries who will plant everywhere
The kingdom of heaven.
Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries, on the paths of the world
Carrying God's love.
 
With feet, it's crazy how much we can do!
Dancing, playing football, skiing, ride a pedalo.
But who's going to sing about missionaries' feet
Going up hill and down dale?
 
Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries who will plant everywhere
The kingdom of heaven.
Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries, on the paths of the world
Carrying God's love.
 
Isaiah, prophet and visionary
Writer of the Most High, poet of the Lord
One day exalted the feet of the missionaries, as 'messengers of happiness'.
 
Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries who will plant everywhere
The kingdom of heaven.
Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries, on the paths of the world
Carrying God's love.
 
Francis, Xavier, Peter, Paul and Dominic
Spokesmen of Christ, Champions of Footrace
Went walking around the whole world on their wonderful
feet.
 
Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries who will plant everywhere
The kingdom of heaven.
Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries, on the paths of the world
Carrying God's love.
 
And when death brings them to St. Peter
Feet in front, worn, hardened, wedged
We'll see them for all eternity, wandering in Heaven.
 
Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries who will plant everywhere
The kingdom of heaven.
Oh how beautiful they are! Oh how beautiful they are!
The feet of the missionaries, on the paths of the world
Carrying God's love.
 

Lament for Marie-Jacques

Versions: #1
With your chin in your hands,
In the gutter your feet,
You gaze at the sky
And you breathe in the night,
While the city’s asleep
In the hues of a dream
And resembles a fleeting mirage.
 
Meanwhile, in the bars
Dance the boys and the girls,
And the wind does a dance
In the streets of the ’burbs.
You croon in your heart
Bitter poetry
Born to you while awaiting the day.
 
It is night: it’s so fine
To believe in the light
At the glorious dawn
In the morning sun.
In the deep of the night
Your abundance grows
And within you tomorrow’s face shapes itself
 
Your mourning will change
To a jubilant dance,
Fresh eyes, outstretched hand,
Your heart full of tunes.
T’ward the town that awaits,
Bright and beaming you’ll walk
To work on the site of the great human task [endeavor].
 
With your chin in your hands,
In the gutter your feet,
You gaze at the sky
And you breathe in the night,
While the city’s asleep
In the hues of a dream
And over the roofs the moon smiles at you.
 

With You

With you I want to leave all of life
By the roads of the entire world
With you I want to leave all of life
To my brother’s houses all over the world
You have reached out a hand to me
And my steps follow yours
I follow you, oh my God
Whatever the path
With You I want to leave all of life
By the roads of the entire world
With You I want to serve the entire world
All my friends of the entire world
And I will go to those
Whom You shall lead me to
To sing, oh my God
Of Your love and Your joy
With You I want to serve all of life
By the roads of the entire world
With You I will partner until the end of life
By the roads of the entire world
With You I will partner until the end of life
To my brother’s houses all over the world
Just as you have given
And have lost yourself
For the great oh my God
Your kingdom of friendship
With You I will partner till the end of life
By thw roads of the entire world
With You I want to leave all of life
On the roads of Eternity
At the theshold of Heaven
You wait for my life
In Your hands, oh my God
I lift my spirit up
With You I want to leave all of life
On the roads of Eternity