A keresés eredménye

Small Lamb

When one is hugged by a ghost
It shines beauty to afar
So there's no more darkness
 
Even the woods make a path
Dandelions bowing down
As you walk along your way
 
You are fire, which can burn the dark
Convincing all ripe hearts
Commanding hills to shout
My voice shall yell from droughts
 
Small lamb that senses sins
In living water how you wash me
Should my world be too shallow
Guide me above the rocks
 
Shine and be my light in the dark
Fill a chalice, drop by drop
So I can wash myself from it
 
God, but still one of us
A clear ear of wheat amidst the harvests
Spicing up the earth below us
 
You are fire, which can burn the dark
Convincing all ripe hearts
Commanding hills to shout
My voice shall yell from droughts
 
Small lamb that senses sins
In living water how you wash me
Should my world be too shallow
Guide me above the rocks
 
Ooh, ooh, ooh…
 
You are fire, which can burn the dark
Convincing all ripe hearts
Commanding hills to shout
My voice shall yell from droughts
 
Small lamb that senses sins
In living water how you wash me
Should my world be too shallow
Guide me above the rocks
 

What´s The World Coming To?

What´s the world coming to?
If teeth should only be white
And murders are also in children´s books
What´s the world coming to?
 
Wisdom doesn´t rise with age
We´re always dependent on somebody
We´re falling asleep only thanks to pills
What to do with a soul of a man?
 
Freedom is crying
Because we´re under the rule of the world and its technologies
They´re battling with us, they want our time
There are securities in parks, moral problems
And more hurry than fresh oxygen
We´re like empty shells, like empty shells
 
There´s signal upon our heads
People are serving some strange gods
Women are becoming men
And they´re conquering fortresses
 
We´re arguing about stupid things
We´re hurting ourselves deeply
Somebody took our thoughts
And wants to rule the world
 
Freedom is crying
Because we´re under the rule of the world and its technologies
They´re battling with us, they want our time
There are securities in parks, moral problems
And more hurry than fresh oxygen
We´re like empty shells, like empty shells