A keresés eredménye

Because I Was Insane

Because I was insane,
Mountains and firs combined
I grabbed them by the waist
And we danced all together,
Because I was insane.
 
Because I was insane,
I was making guitar strings
From the gazes of a virgin,
And I sang on them,
Because I was insane...
 
Because I was insane,
I was turning the darkness into light,
The night into a clear day
And I was flying to the sun,
Because I was insane...
 
Because I was insane,
I sent the clouds away instantly,
I took the sky by a wing
And I was fighting it,
Because I was insane,
Because I was insane!
 
Because I was insane,
I was turning hatred into love,
The passion into happiness,
And I sang, and I laughed,
Because I was insane...
 
Because I was insane,
I was turning the darkness into light,
The night into a clear day
And I was flying to the sun,
Because I was insane...
 
Because I was insane,
I sent the clouds away instantly,
I took the sky by a wing
And I was fighting it,
Because I was insane,
Because I was insane!
 
Because I was insane,
I thought I was the infinity,
I thought I would decide the end,
'Cause I didn't know,
Because I was insane,
That the twilight, dressed in chain mail,
One day it will get in my way...
And I, a poor old man,
How do I break it with a staff?
 

Your voice

Your voice, your voice...
 
Man forgets the anger,
forgets pain, happiness,
But of song and field
and your voice, Maria, he knows
 
The song of fortune
told with fire
whispered in tears
from deep inside the heart
 
The song of the people
from the forest's density
for a girl and a boy
fascinated by your voice
 
Your voice, your voice...
 
Raspy as the whistle of the sickle in the grass
sweet as the wine that didn't get to boil
soft as the story told by the fireside,
alive as the spark from the stone
Broken by the storm like the troubled sea
Warm and wild like the girl's breast
 
And when I hear his commotion,
It's like the tulnic sounds.
The tulnic, the horn,
The tulnic, the horn, ...
 
If you went asleep
I put you on the wall, holy icon
And as a flapper comes
with a thread of weed,
sing!...
 
Like the wind's power,.
the moan of the earth
through the density of the dust,
the cry of the band,
They'd tell about you,
to know, Maria, to know
and every girl and boy
Would love at your voice!
 
Your voice, your voice...
Your voice, your voice...
Hey!...
 

Your voice

Your voice, your voice...
 
Man forgets the anger,
forgets pain, happiness,
But of song and field
and your voice, Maria, he knows
 
The song of fortune
told with fire
whispered in tears
from deep inside the heart
 
The song of the people
from the forest's density
for a girl and a boy
fascinated by your voice
 
Your voice, your voice...
 
Raspy as the whistle of the sickle in the grass
sweet as the wine that didn't get to boil
soft as the story told by the fireside,
alive as the spark from the stone
Broken by the storm like the troubled sea
Warm and wild like the girl's breast
 
And when I hear his commotion,
It's like the tulnic sounds.
The tulnic, the horn,
The tulnic, the horn, ...
 
If you went asleep
I put you on the wall, holy icon
And as a flapper comes
with a thread of weed,
sing!...
 
Like the wind's power,.
the moan of the earth
through the density of the dust,
the cry of the band,
They'd tell about you,
to know, Maria, to know
and every girl and boy
Would love at your voice!
 
Your voice, your voice...
Your voice, your voice...
Hey!...