A keresés eredménye oldal 1

Strong as a Lion

As long as my soul lives in me [how long]
[The soul is in me thanks to you]
I thank you King, a living one
Yehuda Ben Teima says worshiping his maker makes him stronger running as a gazelle, strong as a lion, [instantly content], I thank thee
Yehuda Ben Teima says ho ho as brave as a leopard the soul you have given me is pure I thank thee
The soul you have given me
Is a pure soul
 

Don't be in a hurry

Hurry up, hurry to be with me,
When I'm so sad, when I feel bad,
On such a night, when I cry in my sleep,
Somebody has lain low outside the window.
 
Hurry up, I hear the whisper of hateful words,
Hurry up, as I miss having you here,
I'm so yearning, come quickly, I'm waiting for you,
Hurry up, hurry up!
 
I'm so yearning, come quickly, I'm waiting for you,
Hurry up, hurry up!
 
Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, I ask you,
When you're here, when your kiss me,
When your dear arms will hug me again
Like nobody has done it before.
 
Don't be in a hurry, your eyes are in my eyes,
Don't be in a hurry, because you can frighten our dreams away,
Don't be in a hurry, when you make me happy,
Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry!
 
Don't be in a hurry, when your eyes are in my eyes,
Don't be in a hurry, when you must not hurry,
Hear the night, hold still and don't breathe,
Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry!
 

Girl

In a fraction of a second
The world turns red
It's not like it was meant that way
But in this light and magnified
 
Everything comes across as you want to hear it
Call it a destructive indulgence
And with your fingers in your ears
You won't hear anyone else
No one besides yourself
 
Oh girl girl watch out
This way you'll break more than you can afford
Oh girl girl watch out
Before you know it, your world will turn so small, so lonely
 
And where is the benefit of the doubt?
Where are the shades of grey in between?
You know that it wasn't meant that way
Why do you keep telling yourself that then?
 
Oh everything comes across as you want to hear it
What a destructive indulgence
And with your fingers in your ears
You won't hear anyone else
This way you're only hurting yourself, right?
 
Oh girl girl watch out
This way you'll break more than you can afford
Oh girl girl watch out
Before you know it, your world will turn so small,
so lonely, lonely
so lonely, so lonely
so lonely, lonely
So lonely, lonely
So lonely
 
Oh girl girl watch out
This way you'll break more than you can afford
Oh girl girl watch out
Before you know it, your world will turn so small, so lonely
Oh girl girl watch out
This way you'll break more than you can afford
Oh girl girl watch out
Before you know it, your world will turn so small, so lonely
 

Like it was

Like it was
It will never be like that again
Like it was
It will never be like that again
Like it was
It will never be like that again
Like it was
It will never be like that again
It will never be like that again
It will never be like that again
It will never be like that again
It will never be like that again
It will never be like that again
 

What You Feel, What You Know

Tell me what you really have in mind.
Tell me what you need those tricks for.
We don’t need to torture ourselves
with this abnormal situation.
 
We’ll learn to love,
we’ll stop being afraid.
Life will become music
and what’s bound to happen, will happen:
what you feel, what you know,
what you feel, what you know,
what you feel, what you know,
what you feel, what you know.
 
So don’t ask about anything
and don’t talk anymore.
Let this fire burn,
hotter and hotter.
 
We’ll learn to love,
we’ll stop being afraid.
Life will become music
and what’s bound to happen, will happen:
what you feel, what you know,
what you feel, what you know,
what you feel, what you know,
what you feel, what you know.
 

In fairest meads and meadows

In fairest meads and meadows my homeland's house is found:
I wandered in this valley for many an hour.
Thousand times a hail to my placid vale!
I wandered in this valley for many an hour.
 
Had I to leave the valley, where all is joy and song,
’t would be but grief and sorrow, my final walk.
Thousand times a hail to my silent vale!
’t would be but grief and sorrow, my final walk.
 
Be in this peaceful valley my grave and then may all
sing to me at my hour by evenfall!
To my quiet vale 't is a final hail!
Sing to me at my hour by evenfall.
 

Parable for own ??? birthday

Pioneer of gutters, gutterings, cornices, rooftops
Well travelled in palaces, fluffy beds
To myself a secret, pride, and terror
To nobody owing mercy or respect
I step thoroughly through shadowy troughs of night
I look through windows, into the glass books of light
I comprehend insomnia – bastard of insomnia's
when – like it or not – someone else's takes me for a witness
No use out of me here: I’m battling through the night
I – Le Diable boiteux, I – a March raunchy tomcat
 
behind his desk, a politician’s blacking out the papers
so thickly, he can’t even tell when he lies
into ecstasy turned agony, with mere words
insomnia of ambition lulling his memories
the window suggests an elevated reflection
In halo of fur glowing eyes’ fountain
'Look at me! I don't sleep so you may lie in lethargy.
‘without me, ye ungrateful, meet the bottom line!'
No use for me here: I have pride of my own
and conceited passion at odds with reason
 
A banker sic —ing cigar's smoke against slumber
He's planning tomorrow's merciful cut
that will let all the blood out of a partner
bringing a mutually beneficial venture to its extent
He sights the lame creature in the window
and teases old unused conscience:
'Victory likes silence. Failure likes the crowd.
Herring likes onion, and money – wordlessness'
No use for me here: I have my own turf
where the world is all viscera and graft
 
Sleepless author longing hugs a phial
As if the spirits could lend him spirit
Words once great became trivial
even yelled out fall completely mute
Pigeons sleep in nests made of their own soil
moonlike reflection of swaying head of a cat
he dreamed of freedom and he is given leeway
so as to take away remnats of faith and prospect
No use for me here: I have my own glooms
and my own loneliness that never adjourns
 
Behind this window, a pair is mating furiously.
gasping silence not to disturb children’s sleep
just behind the door - a litter of four sleeping cuddly
She's determined to last, he's enduring the lust
And they pray, they pray to be more wealthy
Trusting shadows more than they trust each other
They're praying to God, so he pulls them out of poverty
For misery lives off lust, like life lives off love
No use for me here: when I get horny
I think of nothing, I care for no deities
 
And here! This window – Death lives all alone
feeding on remnants of joys and guilt
Noiselessly past this one I shamble
before merciful oblivion embraces [me]
 
First day of Spring spewed me in convulsion
writhing in instincts and senses
To catress I annouce my yowling proclaimation
I warn a cat with hateful hiss
Myself I was a god! The oracle to mankind
Envoy of witches, clever cat Behemoth
now – lines of my borders – I mark with nasty broth
for my existences so many, for the score I care not
 
what, when, why, where, how much and what for
uncessant battles of inedaquacies spectator
 

Paradise, Where Are You?

First a look, then a word
Then a letter, then a 'you'
Then a kiss, then a heart
Where are you, paradise?
Have I found you?
 
Then the day, then the light
Then the slap in the face
Everything over and done
Oh paradise, where are you?
 
Am I so alone
I stand there and cry
Like a little girl
Lost in the city
 
Then music, then a scent
Sunshine in the air
Flowers bloom, dreamlike and beautiful
Oh paradise, where are you?
 
Da dada… ta dadada da…
Dada duya dada… ta dada dada…
Didi dudi… didi duda didi…
Dadi day…
 
Am I so alone
I stand there and cry
Like a little girl
Lost in the city
 
Then a person and a word
Then a letter and a 'you'
Then a kiss and a heart
Oh paradise, oh paradise,
Oh paradise, where are you?
 

Dessert Flower

She was like a Gem, so pure and so clear.
Dreams did not come true in eyes like ebony.
The traces, blurred in the sand, she wears it on her skin.
A cry for security when she cries, cries, cries ...
 
Like a Dessert Flower, reawakened to life,
The belief in freedom
made her so strong.
Like a Dessert Flower she moves to a faraway country
And carrys the wish for love tight in her hand
 
Tears are burning with embers under the steel cloth.
Hidden, almost invisible, she certainly carries her courage.
The signs don't burn on a soul full of splendor.
They just carry the light,
and she is shining, shining, shining...
 
Like a Dessert Flower, reawakened to life,
The belief in freedom
made her so strong.
Like a Dessert Flower she moves to a faraway country
And carrys the wish for love tight in her hand
 
Like a Dessert Flower, reawakened to life,
The belief in freedom
made her so strong.
 
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Our orchestra doesn't play any more

You were music in my life
Every word my favourite song
You provided me the sounds
I hated and I loved them
You were the beat
You were my pulse beat
Every night there for me
I forgot all times
When you were near me
 
I think about you so many times
I ask myself so often how you may be getting along
But I know for sure, every question comes too late
 
Our orchestra doesn't play any more
Everything is quiet around us
Our orchestra doesn't play any more
I miss you so much
And I still hear you breathing
And I still feel your sight
But I know, you will never come back again
 
And the warmth of your voice
Covered me at night
Conductor of my senses
You have woken up everything inside of me
And still I think back in time
How we used to be and how you are getting along
But I know for sure, every question comes too late
 
Our orchestra doesn't play any more
Everything is quiet around us
Our orchestra doesn't play any more
I miss you so much
And I still hear you breathing
And I still feel your sight
But I know, you will never come back again
 

Addio, tomatoes

August has passed, September has passed, it's October again and this Autumn
Has spreaded the hazy veil of melancholy.
I don't miss the summer days, roses, wild strawberries, and skylarks
But one, the only thing, I do miss.
 
Addio, tomatoes, addio the favorites,
Suns setting behind my winter table.
The evenings are coming again of salad I shall not eat,
Of overwhelming longing, and tears half-swallowed.
 
So what, that I'll eat soups and tomato preserves,
When I still reminisce your pulp so fresh
And rich in vitamins.
 
Addio, tomatoes, addio the lost,
Throughout the long, fateful months I shall smell your scent.
 
Yes, there was a girl, and a cobweb of love,
That entwined a shivering two-flower of our bodies.
A throe of treason took the girl and she took the tomatoes,
The last ones that I hid from her.
 
Addio, tomatoes, addio the favorites,
Suns setting behind my winter table.
The evenings are coming again of salad I shall not eat,
Of overwhelming longing, and tears half-swallowed.
 
So what, that I'll eat soups and tomato preserves,
When I still reminisce your pulp so fresh
And rich in vitamins.
 
Addio, tomatoes, addio the lost,
Throughout the long, fateful months I shall smell your scent.
 

I'm sad anyway

When we hit our children
in the face and on the butt
because we cannot stand ourselves
I'm sad anyway
 
When freedom of speech dies out
Noone against, noone in favour
When one only advertises for hypocrysy
I'm sad anyway
 
When I see myself spied on
Everywhere and nowhere
No matter where I go
I'm sad anyway
 
When a friend bolts to the West
Someone smiles mischievously
And noone trusts each other
I'm sad anyway
 
When one offers the highest prices
For threshed empty straw
And one rents out one's brain
I'm sad anyway
 
When the ideals are fucked up
And hope is nowhere to find
And boredom eats at us
I'm sad anyway
 
And i think about the poet
Who fled into optimism
Only for friendly faces
I'm sad anyway
 
When the houses beat us up
With the barbwire level
Tears only at drinking binges
I'm sad anyway
 
When I think of the prison
Ours and elsewhere
All the dismounted benches
I'm sad anyway
 
When I continue singing regardless
I carry the risk, too
And the head already in the noose
I'm sad anyway
 
Man, as long as we continue laughing
And we don't feel alone
And we can sitll do something
It's okay if I'm sad.
 

Recollections 1-8

I.
 
A| Small town, a mixed bunch of
B| ocupants in place of refugees
C| on two floors furnished rooms,
D| where there were no ghosts, and no living too
E| in the sideboard faience, ear made from porcelain
F| room with furniture in the retro style
G| wardrobe hangers, but no musty clothes
H| boots standing to attention as if redying themselves to march
A1| and at a neighbor (no elevator in the building)
A1| still geburstag meat from some cheap butchery,
A| as if the show was starting again,
B| but is it worth to look so carefully,
C| if the doors of all tenements
D| are open wide because it is now finished:
E| the war toil of successful annexations
F| so oblivion had sank into obscurity
G| and for those who did not believe or denied the one and only truth
H| they sent valenki from a penal company
A2| as for Joseph born from mother from over the Bug
A2| because he had extra stuff packed
 
II.
 
A| Good Father Of The Nation via his intermediaries,
B| chameleons of a mirror tint
C| when boys returned from the West,
D| listened the dripping of the drops on the grave
E| since Emily was unaware of the facts|
F| she played on the harmony at saturday weddings
G| in nearby villages that with a Prussian wall
H| simpered to the strangers from cross-border cottages|
A1| but because it was needed, she allowed|
A1| perhaps a spark of faith still flickered in her
A| that it is possible to squeeze the soul out of the eagle-crested buttons|
B| as if she was thinking about the greatest treasure
C| if her play will please foreigners
D| she'll have the strength to long
E| she'll see the light, but not in these houses,
F| because at that time nobody wanted to use an oil lamp
G| to be able to blend in with that architecture
H| of commendments from unreachable heights|
A2| you were not to blame, Emily
A2| because the scale as inclined plane
 
III.
 
A| The simplest of the machines without Newton's laws
B| mass inertia in the rotation circle
C| pavement on the Żeromskiego street, then,
D| trampled down by people living corpses out of nowhere
E| because the weight of the weights was mistaken
F| netting of the fences with a throng of looters
G| and so, happy childhood has passed
H| on the retrieved but less prolific land
A1| than chernozems pigs and pork fat
A1| spring grown in winter crops from grain
A| because in the adolescent-grounds it is impossible to beat
B| clever brats, though empty heads
C| mothers who wanted to have an educated one
D| so that he would not have to bow to the straw
E| before bedtime more important than any other factor
F| apart from the creaking floor and the room
G| with evergreen pine needles outside the window
H| he was more than bottle-washer
A2| like rusted neighbor's tractor
A2| whose immobility nothing now will stop
 
IV.
 
A| Joseph was sent to confess his own guilts,
B| which dripped from the tap to the mourning
C| for those who had cut arteries
D| and for those whom God has forgiven in the name of
E| freedom of the speech from ear to ear
F| and through the peephole they often
G| secretly observed him in his cage concrete
H| as he was sleeping in the standing pose
A1| the only right pose behind the red wall
A1| without any hope for a rope and a noose
A| eating potato peelings every day
B| and cabbage as an apetizer
C| he thought about bread in an elite rye,
D| about bird sounds and about this girl
E| left to be able to listen
F| noises of Smotrycz's victory, but with a defeat
G| of two nations hipnosis' puzzle
H| which suits, but not in kolkhoz
A2| because he with himself pushed the heavy handcart up
A2| counting the stumbles of warped wheels
 
V.
 
A| And the Easter rattle of the kulaks
B| was reminding about cleaning of the windows
C| to see better but not necessarily know
D| what should be consecrated in the basket
E| of useful gifts needed for tomorrow
F| then in the attic bran and flour
G| and behind the barn in the brog - empty ears
H| for those who are ready to search with the pitchfork
A1| even without teeth if only to smell out anything
A1| for the last time and not the first
A| declamation of unreadable characters
B| does not entitle to daydreaming
C| of copper tint in the given inheritance
D| and in the transitory nature of defective memory
E| to manage to note down the facts before the reveille
F| because in reality it is not separation anymore
G| but uniting with the only aftermath
H| after whipping everyone supposedly healthy
A2| because it has been possible to partially heal the marks
A2| sewing solid Yalta peasants' coats
 
VI.
 
A| Equating not one god
B| with lepers inside and from over the river
C| far away, where dreams had been left
D| rotten junk shreds of will
E| memories about battles and defense effects
F| where no stone will arise on the stone
G| nor behind a wall called a fence
H| from humanity and side effects
A1| totally not authentic moral attitudes
A2| in the formulation of nickel silver until today it reflects
A| with the victory of defeat in the ways of the time
B| and on the foreground near and far
C| orange blue and white
D| sails of sinking ships were rolled up
E| but it is impossible to end once and for all
F| because still on the back needless mark
G| of a past which it is difficult to call a shadow
H| if she is still groping in the dark
A2| or wants to anoint the wound inflamed
A2| in one of the pro publico bono temples
 
VII.
 
A| Fragrance of incense over the city
B| the vanity of conflagration of the ashes in a small urn
C| via God's delegates
D| on the battlefield among the living
E| times since the celebration of the anniversary
F| of old illnesses of mind and body
G| children of jugglers in a travelling cinema
H| of indifference, because in such a nation
A1| one can choose to make it better
A1| so the clumsy commandment of love lives on
A| but the ceremony of washing the feet is still preferred
B| and it can be assumed that will understand
C| rhyme so complicated priest Robak and terror
D| do not look back and be ahead of them all the time
E| not in the bastion of party savages
F| with wisdom washed out of their minds by
G| grist to the small mill in verbal pantomime
H| neatly packed in paper boats
A2| drawings in sails with a lame mare
A2| scraps of notes with muddy paint they'll stitch
 
VIII.
 
The sun sets and rises at the same time
and from the sleep wakes up and to sleep puts
uncountability of years days and hours
on junkyards, saturated with blood yards of
wrecks and people with a dead conscience
but doom not for all is destined,
because they say that there is predestination
written but no one knows the place
and whether it is connected with a specific name
or maybe depends on bad luck or good forutne
the colour of one's skin or dwelling-place,
ambiguity of the resident's role
and please, don't say to what you are inclined
wherever you are among what events
because there are contemplations unfinished
or they evoke only disgust
because I still feel like an adversary
 
Commentary:
 
The poem Recollections occupies a special place in Wieslaw Musialowski's work due to the length and rhythmic pattern used, which allows for a variety of readings.
 
The poem concerns the history of Emilia Musialowska, grandmother of Wieslaw Musialowski, and the tragic fate of her son Joseph.
 
Emilia Musialowska, née Szczepańska, born in Kamieniec Podolski, was exiled to Irkutsk with her family. After the end of the Second World War she returned to Kamieniec, and then, after the division of Europe in Yalta, she left for Poland, to the city of Niemodlin, which was a part of former German territories. She lived in a small apartment on Żeromskiego street. Wanting to unite the whole family, she convinced her youngest son Joseph to return to Poland from Belgium. After his return he was immediately arrested by the Secret Political Police (UB) under the suspicion of spying for the Allies. He was detained in a tiny cell, he was beaten and tormented in a sophisticated manner to confess to espionage.
 
One of the forms of torture used was the dripping water, which dripped constantly, never stopping, twenty-four hours a day.
 
Every now and then, Joseph Musialowski was released from the prison and locked in a mental hospital, where various pharmaceuticals had been administered to him.
 
After a few years of such 'therapy', he died.
 

An invitation

To the ridge invites the dawn, so go
- To gather sun in palms
And throw the flame out of your hand,
To give the others the warmth:
 
To light up the pulse of hearts and blood
- Reminding promises old
Covered with oblivion
-In the soulless corners of forts.
 

Rövid kis vers az örök szerelemről

A tavasz az ablakon túl az első eső illatát hozza,
és bár az ősz haja őszbe csavarodott,
- még mindig szeretlek.
 
Nem ugyanazzal a vonattal távozunk,
mert nem ez volt megírva a Sors könyvében,
- még mindig szeretlek.
 
A remény szavait, amelyeket e versben összefűztem,
dobd a síromba kedves, és emlékezz,
- úgy szeretlek, ahogy azelőtt.
 
Bár hatalmas erő ragadott el az Ismeretlenbe,
talán egy napon találkozni fogunk a végtelen kékségben,
- és szeretni foglak.
 

Ice-Cold Rhapsody

For you it has fulfilled, though God forbid
flowers, when in the windows even the frost loses its way.
 
And on this map in the dwarf forest
Children had fun looking at the jigsaw of logs
The spills humbly nestling up against each other,
When the wind was blowing snow whiter in curvatures
Than mother's hands.
 
Covered with a shirt:
The sternum and the depth of the icy scar,
because it was possible to disappear in the drifts of time.
 
But you will discover nameless cards
Of cut down trees of the dead forest,
When into the azures the blizzards will fly.
 

Nothingness

What more could I give you,
Except those flowers dead,
 
A candle in your eyes open
To put out with the eyelid cold
 
To make the last sign of the cross on your forehead
With statue-like heavy gesture
Instinctively mechanical.
 
- I was not ready
To see you in funeral dress
You, to me so close,
And to send you into the unknown
For wandering eternal.
 

A Butterfly Pinned Down

Translated by Jarek Zawadzki
 
How beautiful you are, oh butterfly,
But sadly from the display case you stare,
Stone-dead in a pose on a wing of an August day,
When you would rather hover in the air.
 
No wind now, lightly blowing, that may come
Will ever make you rise from non-existence
Or carry you as if a speck of dust
So that you savor altitude and distance.
 
No sunny ray will ever touch your wings,
The wings that sleep so widely open now.
You're like a sunless rainbow that upon
A pitch-black cloud has been bedimmed somehow.
 
No elm will ever more, for breakfast,
Treat you with its nectar or provide with shade,
No wind will ever ask you
To a dance upon a meadow or a forest glade.
 
Were you a gorgeous swallowtail,
You'd love sweet roses that are oft in garden grown
Around the palaces and thrones of kings,
These flowers alas have been to you unknown.
 
But there's a consolation from behind
The showcase glass you can observe all day
A nice scarce swallowtail pinned down,
Which (same as you)cannot take wing and fly away.
 
© Jarek Zawadzki
 

A Short Poem About Long-Lasting Love

The spring outside the window smells of first rain,
And though autumn has colored hair with gray
- I love you still.
 
We won't leave by the same train,
Because it wasn't written in the Book of Fate,
- I still love you.
 
The words of hope which into the poem I compose,
Throw on my grave and remember, Dear,
- I love you as before.
 
Although into the Unknown carried by momentum's force
Maybe I will meet you in the endless blue one day
- And love I will.
 

Although I know you'll tell me no

I think that the best thing for me to do today
will be to simply ask you.
Actually, I know what you can tell me,
nevertheless, I want to ask.
 
I'd rather know the most cruel truth
than stand the uncertainty again.
I will feel sad
but I'm fed up with dreams.
 
Although I know you'll tell me no,
although the heart knows it well,
once again
I want to ask if you love me.
 
Although I know the content of your words in advance,
I want to prove myself I'm wrong.
Let me have the bright ray of delusion
in my life at least for a while.
 
Besides, who can predict
the content of your thoughts?
'Cause even by saying 'no',
one can delude too.
 
Although I know you'll tell me no,
although the heart knows it well,
once again
I want to ask if you love me.
 
Who can comprehend what's deep inside the soul of a woman
and understand its all meaning?
She often deludes us by her look
from under her lowered eyelashes.
 
Her eyes say that she desires, she loves
though her words deny them again.
Word is a timid thing.
I want to believe your eyes.
 
Although I know you'll tell me no,
although the heart knows it well,
once again
I want to ask if you love me.
 
Although I know the content of your words in advance,
I want to prove myself I'm wrong.
Let me have the bright ray of delusion
in my life at least for a while.
 
Besides, who can predict
the content of your thoughts?
'Cause even by saying 'no',
one can delude too.
 
Although I know you'll tell me no,
although the heart knows it well,
once again
I want to ask if you love me.
 

How far can love carry

Sometimes you build your luck on sand
but it just stands until the wave comes back
I was in the same situation where you are now
and let my traces behind me on the sand
 
I can see your tears even if you don't say anything
I know that you wonder...
 
how high and how far can love carry
and what can a song say to us?
Say how beautiful you are
that hope is everywhere
Fears can just be beaten by courage if we
carry us far with love
 
Sometimes you just a last step
But you don't know how to go on or how to go back
The pictures that life shows us
always let something there that remains
 
I can see you laughing, because every of your tear
made you strong
 
how high and how far can love carry
and what can a song say to us?
Say how beautiful you are
that hope is everywhere
Fears can just be beaten by courage if we
carry us far with love
 
Do you see how beautiful you are?
That everywhere is hope?
Fears can just be beaten by courage if we
carry us far with love
 

Storm of the fantasy

Silky smooth, the night is covered by the light
and my heart catches you
We shine to the horizon
A magic sea that lives in us explodes
 
When the fire wins the ice
In the storm of the fantasy black turns to white
Search for the key to the door
What you see behind lies deeply in me
 
Wonder sweet is the smell of paradis
Satisfy the thirst, forbidden desire
We float over river and forest
A land of fairytale has awaken from eternal
 
When the fire wins the ice
In the storm of the fantasy black turns to white
Search for the key to the door
What you see behind lies deeply in me
 

Wonderland

Close your eyes and take my hand
Come, I'll lead you to a wonderland
Satisfy the smell with all your fantasies
You'll see colors, they're as beautiful as never before
 
Your dreams, they attract each other, they fascinate us
Only you are really close to me
Look around, that's how we are
 
Come, let's fly
Let's lie on clouds, let's push them to the edge of sky
Come, let's fly
with glimmering wings we'll build us a wonderland
 
Our skin shines, gold from star dust
We've stolen a dream from the shine of the world
 
At this timeless place hearts beat so far
If the moment burns up, a wonder never come late
 
Come, let's fly
Let's lie on clouds, let's push them to the edge of sky
Come, let's fly
with glimmering wings we'll build us a wonderland
 
Come, let's fly
Let's lie on clouds, let's push them to the edge of sky
Come, let's fly
with glimmering wings we'll build us a wonderland
 

Mosaic

He showed you what loving really means
He kissed you awake and sung you into sleep
He went, let you behind in a house full of broken glasses
But don't be afraid, your heart still has a place
 
You fall and you fly, every love will rest
'Cause every piece is a part of the mosaic
Whoever he'll love, you will follow him eternally
You, too, will be a part of the mosaic
 
She shows you how far you can fly
Light as a feather until the great rain came
You've gone, you took your heart along
although it breaks in you almost
But for you there's already a rescuing port
 
You fall and you fly, every love will rest
'Cause every piece is a part of the mosaic
Whoever he'll love, you will follow him eternally
You, too, will be a part of the mosaic
 
You fall and you fly, every love will rest
'Cause every piece is a part of the mosaic
Whoever he'll love, you will follow him eternally
You, too, will be a part of the mosaic
 

I Am Free

Blue magic plays in the wind of the sun
breathes gently on my skin
Somewhere the thoughts are circling
sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly
Here I'm running with the flood
walking over hot embers
For a breath full of bliss
I'm spreading the wings
Everything pulls me up
I never want to go back from here
 
I am free
as light as a feather
like a phoenix free of clouds
Rise up
clear sight
from the ashes to the light
 
The world is covered with white veils
which speak of love
But just one word, a false deed
could destroy the beauty
Endless and wonderfully sweet is this paradise
is this place which gives us a home
Take a little piece
value it with every glance
you'll see the same dream as I
 
I am free
as light as a feather
like a phoenix free of clouds
Rise up
clear sight
from the ashes to the light
 
Here I'm running with the flood
walking over hot embers
for a breath full of bliss
 
I am free
as light as a feather
like a phoenix free of clouds
Rise up
clear sight
from the ashes to the light