A keresés eredménye oldal 21

Fog on the wadden sea

Fog, quiet fog on sea and land.
Deathly silent the tidelands, deathly silent the strand.
Mourning, silent mourning covers the earth.
Soul, dear soul, remain silent and dream, too.
 

Happy

They said 'you're gonna fail, music is difficult'
In one year I did way more than them
Thanks for the advices I'll come back to talk
About the future and ruining my life, no no no
I stopped smoking, now I do sport every day
I lost seven kilos, I feel like a liar
Six months ago I would have said I've become boring but
I feel way better yeah, I feel alive
I don't really want to do more than what I'm already doing
I know I'll never be a legend and it doesn't bother me
There's no need to pressure myself to please others yeah
I'm confident yeah, I think I'm happy
 
What's happening to me these days ? I think I'm happy
My dad is proud of me, I hope it'll stay that way for a long time
Every day I'm doing what I love, I don't feel like I'm wasting my time anymore
I'm having a good time yeah, I think I'm happy
What's happening to me these days ? I think I'm happy
My dad is proud of me, I hope it'll stay that way for a long time
Every day I'm doing what I love, I don't feel like I'm wasting my time anymore
I'm having a good time yeah, I think I'm happy
 
I don't need to lie about my life when I get a haircut anymore
I think it's a good sign that falling asleep doesn't take me three hours anymore
They said life was way better with someone, so
Me and my little cat, I think we're happy
No need to force myself to smile on photos
I'm at peace with the fact that I'll never get abs
When I take a shower I only cry when there's shampoo in my eyes
I probably won't accomplish all my dreams but I'm happy
I feel like I'm waking up from a nightmare
It's probably gonna end one day or another
People say life was better before
But life was boring before and now
 
I think I'm happy
What's happening to me these days ? I think I'm happy
My dad is proud of me, I hope it'll stay that way for a long time
Every day I'm doing what I love, I don't feel like I'm wasting my time anymore
I'm having a good time yeah, I think I'm happy
What's happening to me these days ? I think I'm happy
My dad is proud of me, I hope it'll stay that way for a long time
Every day I'm doing what I love, I don't feel like I'm wasting my time anymore
I'm having a good time yeah, I think I'm happy
 

Hob XXI, 3 The seasons, Part One: The spring.

1. INTRODUCTION
Largo - Vivace
(The introduction depicts the passage of Winter to Spring)
RECITATIVE
Simon:
See how stern Winter flies,
he goes to the distant pole.
The blasting host of furious tempests
follows it, at its call,
howling awfully.
Lukas:
See how the melted snow runs down
in muddy streams in front of the steep rock!
Jane:
See how she comes from the south,
sweetly attracted by the lukewarm winds,
the herald of the spring.
2. CHORUS OF COUNTRY-PEOPLE.
Country-folk
Come, gentle spring!
Gift of heaven, come!
Awaken nature
From her death sleep!
Lasses and women
Gentle Spring is near,
already we feel the soft breath,
Son shall everything return to life.
Men:
Do not rejoice too soon,
often the winter, surrounded by fog,
creeps back and scatters
its black poison on bloom and germ.
All:
Come, gentle spring!
Gift of heaven, come!
Upon our meadows descend,
oh cone, gentle spring, oh come,
and delay no longer.
3. RECITATIVE
Simon:
From Aries now the bright sun
shines down upon us.
Now frost and fog give ground,
mild vapours hover all round

There and Here

Have we ended up in the place where we should have end up?
There are so many things, seems, we wanted even more
And the anxiety hurts us so deeply
Maybe we are playing it harder and harder
I don't want it in any other way
 
The sun is the same there
Just like here, where you are now
In the boundless encirclement
In the fate of choices
The heart of child will shout
What will be his future?
I see the hopes there
Shinning eyes
 
Every minute we are reaching for something
Even tho our happiness is stopping, it touches us from the dark
We have seen something that we talk about loudly
And this way we lose ourselves little by little in the crowd
I come back and find the reality
 
The sun is the same there
Just like here, where you are now
In the boundless encirclement
In the fate of choices
The heart of child will shout
What will be his future?
I see the hopes there
Shinning
 
I don't want it in any other way
I come back and find reality
I feel everything I've dreamed off
Somewhere in inside I find myself
 
The sun is the same there
Just like here, where you are now
In the boundless encirclement
In the fate of choices
The heart of child will shout
What will be his future?
I see the hopes there
Shinning eyes
 

You Will Regret It

I swear that you'll regret it
If you want to hurt me then
leave for a while and try it
When you come back, love
O love, how you will regret it
O heart breaker, how you will regret it
You will regret it
 
If you want to hurt me then leave for a while
You see, the love of a hurtful one is a disaster
When you come back and ask me, it's not odd, what's odd
is what I'll do, God knows what I will do
You will regret it
 
This bird in your hand is helping you
It's worth ten in the bush, and you can't help it
We strangely want you and reject you
You leave and come back crying and hurting
You will regret it
 
And if you wanted to tease me and hurt me then don't try me
You should know Job1 is my son and my grandson
But I fear that the devil will defeat me
and throw me and my heart in the fires of hell
You will regret it
 
Try to leave a little and taste the fire of separation
Maybe you'll get in trouble, and that trouble
will teach you what it means to betray someone
The fools can only learn from their own mistakes
You will regret it
 

• 1. Biblical figure, an example of extreme patience in calamity

Moon Sand

The words scatter with a withered sound,
your words that piled up in my heart
My reason to live, as if it were sand,
is carried off by the wind, leaving only a trace
 
The midwinter sky covered in gray
Did it get muddled with too many colors?
Seems like someone tried to draw
on my heart, and failed
 
Despite every passing day,
It only grows stronger,
My [feelings] for you
 
I live carrying a bouquet of grief and hatred
in my chest
The fragments of your words, turn into sand
Even if I try to collect them
they only slip from my hands
 
I'm the only one getting hurt
Only one crying
I'm the only one
that still has feelings for you
 
Was there a little bit of truth to your words?
I can't help but doubt everything
I wanted to get to know the real you, but
I think I didn't want to learn that now
 
Like a warm moon
I wanted to protect you
I wonder if my feelings for you
were just a burden in the end
 
I live carrying a bouquet of grief and hatred
in my chest
The fragments of your words, turn into sand
Even if I try to collect them
they only slip from my hands
It's irritating, but
My tears remain, I yearn for you
 
The words scatter with a withered sound,
your words that piled up in my heart
 

Hob XXI, II, 11: The dark clouds are parted.

TRIO AND CHORUS
LUCAS
The dark clouds are parted
the storms anger is stilled.
JANE
Before it sets,
the sun peeps out again
and, with the last ray
lights the fields bedecked with pearls.
SIMON
The fattened calf
satisfied and refreshed
returns to his usual cowhouse
LUCAS
The quail is clamouring for his mate
JANE
The cricket chirps within the grass
SIMON
The frog is croaking in the pool
LUCAS, JANE, SIMON
The vesper-bell rings out.
On high, shines the evening star,
inviting us to sweet repose.
MEN
Lasses, lads and women, come!
Golden slumbers now await us
For a pure heart, a healthy body
And a day’s labour wouch for that.
WOMEN
We’re coming, we’re coming, we’ll follow you
ALL
The vesper-bell rings out.
On high, shines the evening star,
inviting us to sweet repose.
 

You Are There

Breathe in, breathe this night in deeply
We are night birds
We are craving for highness
The lighhouses have already lit up
On the navy blue sky
Like the ships in the sea
They are swimming, above your head
 
Hold me tight
One, two, three, we are flying
 
[We are flying] to where the dreams are born
where warm rain is raining in the evenings
where there are meadows of gold
where the sun is born
you are there, you are, you are
 
Don't look back
Don't look down
Give me your hand
Trust me
In small steps
we are moving to the edge
by sowthistles' field
 
I have drown
in your hair
in your colours
 
One two three we are flying
 
[We are flying] to where the dreams are born
where warm rain is raining in the evenings
where there are meadows of gold
where the sun is born
you are there, you are, you are
 
Our eyes, our hands
our feathers are craving for highness
Our lips, oh every night
Our bodies crave for the warmth
The flames are burning in me
and the darkness birds are singing
Northern wind told me
that it would never occur again
 
[We are flying] to where the dreams are born
where warm rain is raining in the evenings
where there are meadows of gold
where the sun is born
you are there, you are, you are
 

Shrike

What am I doing?
I'm impaling, impaling, impaling!
I don't think, I don't groan, I don't beg
On stake, I'm impaling, impaling!
 
Luna looks through the window
My crying is now gone
Let his white bones
be covered with eternal sleep
 
Dead evil awakens
It glares at me, its hand stretches out
 
Don't be afraid, poor child
It will be over soon
You were born for suffering, but now
Death will calm you down
 
The face disappears in the darkness
In the darkness blindness rules
In the dark - everyone's an enemy
In the dark - a black god
 
What is lost will not be regained
You will not enkindle the ember that has gone out
You're not turning back
Past moments
What is dead will still be
Hands made from branches, chicken legs
My soul is lost
I had no choice
I - Shishimora
- forever lost
I was condemned to eternal weep
 
Guests are passing
Near my orchard
They won't come to me
... kill, kill !!!
 
Guests are passing
Near my orchard
They won't come to me
... I want blood !!!
 
Nightly feast is being prepared
The moment is coming
Quietly into the old hut
A viper of great size is coming
 
Guests are passing
Near my orchard
They won't come to me
... kill, kill !!!
Guests are passing
Near my orchard
They won't come to me
... I want blood !!!
 
She removes covers from the baby
Crawls out neatly with it
Cunningly she chose the lesser evil
Stealing the invader's son.
 
With a bird's cry, I will fly away
On shrike wings to Nav*
I shall dance for the last time
Let there be peace
 
What is lost will not be regained
You will not enkindle the ember that has gone out
You're not turning back
Past moments
What is dead will still be
 

you brought me back to my beginning

one of my habits is to carry your smile in this world as one of my supplies
and my hobby is to stand and look into your eyes as my mirror
and my story has begun with you and I will finish it until my end
 
one of my habits is to carry your smile in this world as one of my supplies
and my hobby is to stand and look into your eyes as my mirror
and my story has begun with you and I will finish it until my end
 
only happiness suits you, and the joy will be jealous when passing by your face
you made me forget my wound and how it was, you made me go back to my beginning
only happiness suits you, and the joy will be jealous when passing by your face
you made me forget my wound and how it was, you brought me back to my beginning (2)
 
ah and don't be upset if people were jealous from our love, don't be upset
and be your lover's spoiled girl, because next to you his time got a lot better and sweeter
stay for me, and from your smile tailor the dress of happiness (2)
 
only happiness suits you, and the joy will be jealous when passing by your face
you made me forget my wound and how it was, you made me go back to my beginning
only happiness suits you, and the joy will be jealous when passing by your face
you made me forget my wound and how it was, you brought me back to my beginning (2)
 

Hob XXI 3 II, 9. Behold! In the sultry air.

RECITATIVE
SIMON
Behold! In the sultry air,
a pale cloud of mist and vapours
rises the high rim of the mountain-range.
Forced upwards, the cloud extends
and soon covers the whole sky
of black darkness.
LUKAS
Hark! From the valley a hollow rumble
heralds the raging storm!
See, how the baleful black cloud
slowly expands
and threatening sinks toward the plain!
HANNE
Nature’s life stands still
in fairful apprehension

With a Painted Ribbon

Little flowers, little leaves
scatter me with a light hand.
Good young Gods of spring
toying on a rosy band.
 
Zephyr, take it on your wings.
Twine it 'round my beloved's dress.
Then she'll stand before the mirror,
there in all her cheerfulness.
 
With roses all surrounding her,
she seems like a rose in youth.
Just one glance grant me my dear!
For I have enough reward.
 
Feel what this heart will find.
Freely lend me your light hand.
May the bond that us will bind
be not a feeble rosy band!
 

ROSSZ!

[Intro]
Yeah
 
[Chorus]
Bombázó rosszul hallottalak... mi a szó? Annyira szentgségtörő
Valami, olyan, mint egy rossz, szó, akarom a szerelmed
Hívj fel mikor tudsz, lány
Felmenni, lemenni, bemenni, kimenni, megfordulni
Bombázó rosszul hallottalak... mi a szó? Annyira szentgségtörő
Valami, olyan, mint egy rossz, szó, akarom a szerelmed
Hívj fel mikor tudsz, lány
Felmenni, lemenni, bemenni, kimenni, megfordulni
Szeretem azt, ahogyan most mozogsz
 
[Verse]
Igen, lehet, hogy őrült vagyok
De én szeretem a fájdalmat, igen
Ezt érzem az agyamban, igen-ahh
Rájöttem, hogy csak jól meg akar ütni,
mert rendbe hoztam
 
[Chorus]
Bombázó rosszul hallottalak... mi a szó? Annyira szentgségtörő
Valami, olyan, mint egy rossz, szó, akarom a szerelmed
Hívj fel mikor tudsz, lány
Felmenni, lemenni, bemenni, kimenni, megfordulni
Bombázó rosszul hallottalak... mi a szó? Annyira szentgségtörő
Valami, olyan, mint egy rossz, szó, akarom a szerelmed
Hívj fel mikor tudsz, lány
Felmenni, lemenni, bemenni, kimenni, megfordulni
Szeretem azt, ahogyan most mozogsz
 

Egy üzenet Tina Belchernek

Túl sokat álmodtam és
Én képtelen vagyok megtalálni a választ erre
Átlagosan élek
Képtelen vagyok továbbra így élni, összetöri a szívem nap, mint nap
Úgy értem ki fogja megmondani, hol találj válaszokat, ha nincsenek?
Mi van, ha csak meghalsz?
Mi van, ha az élet, amit ismerünk mind csak egy álom?
Mi van, ha csak ok nélkül élünk?
Mi van, ha mi csak eltűnünk, amikor meghalsz?
Ragaszkodnom kellene az élethez?
Vagy csak meg kellene ölnöm magam?
Annyi ellentmondás, annyi szemlélet
Ez egyre nehezebbé és nehezebbé teszi a fájdalmam elrejtését
Nem tudom megmondani, hogy élni akarok vagy meghalni
Ments meg, kérlek
 

Love Linked To Heaven

Pack your topknot in a bottle
Someday, I'll bury it under the floor of an empty house
I front of your image incense is burned
Everyday that the sun is gone, I'll take a nap in front of it
 
By the logic of love till death
The illusion of love has been claimed
 
Linked to heaven, flowers of love blossoms
Linked to heaven, flowers of love blossoms
 
Your breasts, I'll drink it like the river
It seems like I'll need to redecorate the cover of love poems
Fill the shoes with menstrual blood
Scoop it with your finger and trace the illustration on the page
 
By the sciences of chromosomes
The flesh of time is frozen
 
Linked to heaven, flowers of love blossoms
Linked to heaven, flowers of love blossoms
 
Linked to heaven, flowers of love blossoms
Linked to heaven, flowers of love blossoms
 
Linked to heaven, flowers of love blossoms
Linked to heaven, flowers of love blossoms
 

For us Who Used to be Geniuses

If I didn’t realize I was afraid or not cut out for it
I could’ve been friends with a ball
If I didn’t think I was too much of a dumbass
I could’ve cracked Fermat’s theorem
If Masaya passing by didn’t mock me
I’d be always pedaling a bike with training wheels
If I didn’t know I was powerless or just a goof-up
I would’ve saved the Earth hey
 
Those scribbles I tore apart
The haircut they said didn’t look good on me
I can’t remember how my tone-deaf song went like
But it could’ve changed the world ey
 
For us who used to be geniuses (for we!)
And for you who used to be prodigies (for you!)
Nothing’s been left of us since we were molded into the same kind
 
It’s the way more intricate than ever before
Worry as you might, you gotta kick it when time’s up
Gotta try my luck if either way’s adorned with thorns
Late-bloomers are what we are ey kick it when time’s up
 
I wanna be a winner, wanna be a conqueror
Rushing to the heights you haven’t seen
Although you might call it a fate like vanishing fireworks
I’m gonna let it put me through til my body’s consumed
 
How many turning points
have we missed out on by far?
How much more possibilities
Will we nip in the bud before we go to the grave?
 
I could be an outstanding moron or the ruler of the world
Or a duckling that still has an ugly look
Hey sir, looking forward to your guidance and support
I’mma get baptized to go out into the world
 
I’m the kind of a campus dirtied as hell
But give me a chance if there’s still room for it
Me in the limelight, less of a better me
Let the isolation last long
 
For us who used to be geniuses (for we!)
And for you who used to be prodigies (for you!)
I believe there’s another way to become everything-to-be
I ain’t giving in, you know
 
It’s the way more intricate than ever before
Worry as you might, you gotta kick it when time’s up
Gotta try my luck if either way’s adorned with thorns
Late-bloomers are what we are ey kick it when time’s up
 
I wanna be a winner, wanna be a conqueror
Rushing to the heights you haven’t seen
Although you might call it a fate like vanishing fireworks
I’m gonna let it put me through til my body’s consumed
 
You’re a galaxy that’s expanding on and on
Being a freshman all the way down to your grandchildren’s generation
We’re all cut out for spotting out our unseen flaws
No-brainer let’s do it for all it’s worth
 
I too am a galaxy that’s expanding on and on
Being a freshman all the way down to the very end
Failed to kick the bucket

Tension

Your rule perfectly assembled, inside it
Even a single miss is too big of a poison
 
Now don’t hesitate oh
Don’t stay trapped oh
You need to break out, break the wall
Oh no oh
 
At some point, time stopped
Except for you,
Time flows busily
 
Everything can’t always be perfect,
It’s okay
You’re doing great right now
 
For everything to turn out as you wish
Trust me oh trust me
Don’t stop, bet everything
 
Needless worries only torment you
Tension will disappear
Abandon thought
Bewitch yourself
 
Parara ba ba babababa
You’re the only one
Parara ba ba babababa
 
The future doesn’t seem clear yet
Numerous plans hold you back
 
Don’t overthink it oh
Don’t lose yourself oh
Break it and escape, break the wall
Oh no oh
 
Bit by bit, time gets delayed
Without waiting,
Only time flows busily
 
Everything can’t be perfect all the time,
It’s okay
You’re doing great right now
 
For everything to turn out as you wish
Trust me oh trust me
Don’t stop, bet everything
 
Needless worries only torment you
Tension will disappear
Abandon thought
Bewitch yourself
 
Close your eyes beside me
I’ll sing for you, lullaby for you
(Just stay with me)
Right now, it’s only hardships
But you will rise again,
You can do it
 
Everything will turn out as you wish
Just trust me oh trust me
If you give it your all
 
Needless worries only torment you
Tension will disappear
You don’t have to worry
I’ll cast a charm for you
 
Parara ba ba babababa
You’re the only one
Parara ba ba babababa
 

Half moon, don't hurry

Night, stop the time from now on
Half moon, don't hurry
 
I spilled wine
And threw your shirt
With a thin Georgette dress by the window
I wore my naked body
Your gaze (don't turn it away)
Upon my reckoning (Do you want my love?)
Something seems to happen
 
While you kiss me, try to take off my pierces
If you can't do the trick, you're not a man
Kill me softly, just tonight set the trap
 
I turned up the volume
Of an old TV
I don't want to hear
Nor my own tactics
My aim (Don't forgive it)
Upon your perspective (I want to tease you)
I'll make an incident happen
 
If I drive you crazy, try to unzip my fastener
If you take off my clothes, I can be a woman
Invite me with thee eyes, I want more
 
Night, stop the time from now on
Half moon, don't hurry
 
While you kiss me, try to take off my pierces
If you can't do the trick, you're not a man
Kill me softly, just tonight set the trap
 

Forever lasting stories

Flowers bloom while shedding overnight dew
People go on while wiping away their tears
Memories in the past gently called me back
But I knocked on your door
 
It’s my forever lasting story
that keeps rotating the little star
I believe
 
I look back the past fondly in the gently blowing winds
I was hurt but some doors opened because of it
 
I’m not good at expressing myself
I can’t put my overflowing thoughts into words very well
 
I'm going my way
Let’s open up my heart
And let’s step onto the road that I believe in
My forever lasting story
No one can judge the dream I painted for myself
 
I’m not good at expressing myself
I can’t put my overflowing thoughts into words very well
 
I'm going my way
Let’s open up our hearts
And let’s step onto the road that we believe in
 
Our forever lasting stories
No one can judge the dreams we painted for ourselves
 
Just going my way
You just keep going on the road that you believe in
 
It’s our forever lasting dreams
that keep rotating the little star
I believe
I believe
 

Big Fat Heavy Heavy Knockers

I saw this tall blonde bimbo
on a beach trip with a friend
she was lieing on a beach mat
oiled up and and catching tan
she then removed her glasses
and undressed me with her eyes
but there was also something else
that caught me by surprise
 
(REF)
she had those big fat heavy heavy knockers
that are as big as lockers
those big fat heavy heavy knockers
for rapper dudes and rockers
she had big fat heavy heavy knockers
that dangle when she bends
and when i think about those tits
i get a bulge right in my pants
 
well as i walked right over
I probably talked too much
cause soon she told me to 'fuck off'
and kicked me in the crotch
she made jokes about my penis
of its shape and of its size
i would have asked her for a date
but it now seemed quite unwise..
 
(REF)
 
I'd been passed out for hours
woke up in the E.R.
but could make out a silhouette
of a nurse standing not too far
she smiled and flexed her fingers
and then lubed up her hands, and
I almost passed right out again
when she pulled down my pants
 
(Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho)
 
(REF)
 
the doctor was still busy
i felt tension in my spine
I said 'i think I'm done for'
she said 'naw, you be fine'
she then took out my willy
and massaged it for an hour
and when she gently smirked at me
I soon regained my power
(All right...)
 
(REF)
 

Shy angel

My pearl colored tears are for your season
Until today they're flooding
By the window in the evening
I throw a sentimental letter
Saying 'Goodbye'
 
Put a love to sleep romantically
My heart is the rain
Take away a dream romantically
If you dam my memories
There's a lullaby in my eyes
 
What color is your smile?
Project the happiness the faded from my cheeks
To this lonely room
Bring me the cheerful smell
Of a mimosa
 
Put a love to sleep romantically
You are the snow
Take away a dream romantically
If you melt my sadness
There's a lullaby in my eyes
 
Put a love to sleep romantically
My heart is the rain
Take away a dream romantically
If you dam my memories
There's a lullaby in my eyes
 

On the First Sunday After Doomsday

Cruel is the shark
and cruel you were, too
At the end of the rainbow
the rain is getting harder
and floods in exuberance
just behind the train crossing
the street with empty bottles, stones and mud
And I walk along Kurfürstendamm one more time
Unfaithful is the sun
and unfaithful were you, too
With the purchase of a new life
you get a cigarette for free
I smoke it on the way home
so nobody gets bothered and secretly
I put your picture in a bin on fire with it
And then I walk along Kurfürstendamm one more time
On the first sunday after doomsday
 
Beautiful was life
Bad was the world
Good was the love
Bad the money
Vicious the dog and dear was the horse
But today it is the other way round
At the Kurfürstendamm
On the first sunday after doomsday
 
Up is where you are
and down is where I
wait in rubber boots for
the sky revolving around itself
every few hours
and for the passing of the time somehow
that one needs to grasp that one is still alive
And then I walk along Kurfürstendamm one more time
On the first sunday after doomsday
 

Hob XXI, 3 II, 3: The dawn begins to shine.

RECITATIVE
Jane:
The dawn begins to shine
little clouds dissolve like smoke,
the sky’s resplendent in bright blue,
the mountain-peaks in fiery gold.
 
TRIO AND CHORUS
Jane:
The sun is rising, rising.
 
Jane, Lukas:
He is near, he is coming.
 
Jane, Lucas, Simon:
He is beaming, he is shining.
 
Chorus:
He shines resplendent on high
in flaming majesty
Hail to thee, o sun!
Thou source of light and life, all hail!
O thou, the soul, the eye of all the world,
fairest likeness of the Deity!
We gret thee tankfully!
 
Jane, Lukas, Simon:
Wo could express the joy
That in effusion from thee flow?
Wo could number all the blessings
thy goodness shovers upon us?
 
Chorus:
The joy! Wo could express it?
The blessings! Wo could number it?
Wo could express it?
Wo could number it? Who?
 
Jane:
We thank thee for giving joy.
 
Lukas:
We thank thee for giving life.
 
Simon:
We thank thee for giving health.
 
Jane, Lukas, Simon:
But firstly let us praise the Lord who gave thee power and might.
 
Chorus:
Hail to thee, o sun!!
Thou source of light and life, all hail!
Every voice acclams thee,
the Nature acclams thee.
 

Now we've stopped talking

Do you still sing along wiht Marco's songs
Until the neighbour starts complaining
Do you still drive that old Volvo
I want to know how you are doing
And if you ever think about me
I miss you, where is your voice
 
Now we've stopped talking, now I don't hear you
I can't think, I can't sleep
Now we've stopped talking and you're not here
I miss the arguments I hated before
 
I know, it's too late if I say that it touches me
But I see now what I am missing
Now we've stopped talking
Now we've stopped talking
 
I walk here alone now past squares and canals
Hoping that you are standing there
Have I left too early, should I have waited
I want to know how you are doing
And if you ever thought about me
I miss you, where is your smile
 
Now we've stopped talking, now I don't hear you
I can't think, I can't sleep
Now we've stopped talking and you're not here
I miss the arguments I hated before
 
I know, it's too late if I say that it touches me
But I see now what I am missing
Now we've stopped talking
Now we've stopped talking
 
Everything I hear is you
(Now we've stopped talking)
Everything I see is you
(Now we've stopped talking)
And everything I want is you
(Now we've stopped talking)
Oh, if I only had you here with me
 
Now we've stopped talking, now I don't hear you
I can't think, I can't sleep
Now we've stopped talking
Now we've stopped talking
 

The route of the roly-poly toy

Ecstasy,
All the time I live on ecstasy,
A way of love,
A remedy of being happy.
 
It's for me,
All the time I live on ecstasy,
A mystery of love,
A way of being happy.
 
I never been brave to tell you anything
I never been brave to show my love
I never soaked into your gaze
 
Ecstasy,
Everybody wants ecstasy,
A mystery of love,
A way of being happy.
 
Resist, I know there's love in your skin.
Resist, I know there's love in your skin.
 
And I won't wait,
And I won't run,
And I won't win,
And I won't lose,
I'm a typical being on the route of the roly-poly toy
 

Hob XXI, 3, 4: All around the folk now comes alive and move.

SIMON
All around the folk now comes alive and move

Intensely

If in the ember burns the fire, the fire of love,
tell me, tell me if you felt my absence
 
I want to know if you run from me
tell me now, tell me
 
If the ember has stopped, has stopped from burning
I feel the cold, the intense cold because of the lack of your love
 
My craving of love is frozen
I can not live like this anymore
 
I do not want to go back
I do not want to go back
I do not want to go back
 
Wooow!
 
My craving of love is frozen
I can not live like this anymore
 
I do not want to go back
I do not want to go back
I do not want to go back
 

Trip

Take this trip, my dear
So that your free hands will come back full
So that your bare feet will take life
they'll get calm in the relief of this road
 
Take this trip, my dear
Everything that's lost gains wings,
Angels walk from side to side,
voices that guide our words.
 
Go, beyond
follow life, follow time
like a leaf in the current
Go, my dear
follow the fight, a scorching fire,
weeping, laughter
follow, ahead
 
You'll also come back one day
like all of us, that return one day
looking for the light that we don't have
finding the steps through where we walk
 
You have that courage, I know it
of letting the most beloved things go,
discovering the farm where it's washed,
the pain that wants to be rested.
 
Go, beyond
follow life, follow time
like a leaf in the current
Go, my dear
follow the fight, a scorching fire,
weeping, laughter
follow, ahead
 
You'll come back one day, I know it,
with your angels on your shoulder,
infinite love on each wing,
with open arms for home.
 

Hob XXI, 3 II, 7 Welcome now, o shady grove.

RECITATIVE
JANE:
Welcome now, o shady grove,
where the roof of an ancient oak
provides a cool umbrella,
and where the slender aspen’s leaves
whisper a soft rustle!
Near soft mosses the brook
runs here in bright waves,
And swarm of burring insects
dance gaily and confusely in the air.
The Zephir’s wing bears
the fragrant woodbine’s balmy scent,
and from from the nearby bush sounds
the sheperd-boy’s flageolet.
AIR
JANE:
What refreshment for the senses!
What a rest for the heart!
Flows through every vein,
and in every nerve runs
a refreshing feeling.
The soul awakes
to delightful enjoyment,
and new strength arises
by mild urge the chest.
 

The Wailing wall

Losing sense of time and reality of space
I forget whether I even exist and where I stand...
Excitement, akin to a mystical trance,
one cannot help but feel at the gates of the Holy Land.
 
I’ve seen by the fate tormented people who falter,
From the distant lands driven by grief,
They carried entreaties as if to the miraculous altar,
Bringing last pleas to the cracks in the Wall, seeking relief.
 
And wailed the Wall with the tears at dawn,
Having absorbed dreams, doubts, and fear.
Bird of passage mailman, the hot-winged Wind
In his tender arms, to God would carry their appeal.
 
And I touched the rough stone of the Temple,
Catching under the ancient laying’s pulse as the psalm.
Here, sufferers as if balsam seek salvation
So the soul would fill with peace and calm.
 
The air was red-hot, and the heat has tired out morning.
Under the olive pit was ripening juice of the sun.
Under the eternal blue with the pearl-like shading,
Having survived it all, stands Holy Jerusalem.
 

When tenderness plays

If I leave before you do, don't mourn too much
and make yourselves an amazing dinner like it was New Years.
 
If I leave before you do, don't mourn too much
and make yourselves an amazing dinner like it was New Years.
 
And play that song
that made us feel, despite everything,
as strong as when the two of us, on that bridge,
counted three seconds
and let the body fall,
as strong as the hug at the airport
after losing everything.
 
If I leave before you do, don't mourn too much
and don't worry, someone has told me that it's great to live without the weight of the heart.
 
If I leave before you do, don't mourn too much
and dedicate those moments of not saying anything, those august nights
 
And be certain
that, stubbornly, I'll make them see
that maybe they counted wrong,
that it's too soon, that I have to go back.
 
As long as that song plays,
that made us feel, despite everything,
as strong as when the two of us, on that bridge,
counted three seconds
and let the body fall,
as strong as the hug at the airport
after losing everything.
 

God Lives the Time

'God lives the time, humankind has always been created to die' said your ancestor,
Don't forget, always live for your honor in this life
Don't forget, time is a flowing water
Does last remorse serve a purpose underground?
 
'God lives the time, humankind has always been created to die' said your ancestor,
Your life path must be trueness and honestly always.
Don't forget, time is a flowing water
Does last remorse serve a purpose underground?
'God lives the time, humankind has always been created to die' said your ancestor.