A keresés eredménye

In Russia

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The universal need in Russia is patience
As they endure poverty in the hopes of great salvation
Even the angels here are drunk from their guilt,
Holy God,
Lift up all in Russia who would hear your message
Holy God,
Your people bear their unbearable cross for the world
There's no path for those who shed bled for salvation
We won't achieve freedom on trampled love,
But again the blind walk under your crowns of thorns
But, I believe the ice will melt in spring
And across a fresh trench a new age will come to Russia
I know, in this ruinous country, only for the sake of that spring
My people live every day as in war
Holy God (x9)
 

Snow

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Remember the state of this world
Where you forgave your heart for love
Where eyes close, again
Incomprehensible dreams fill the void with light
And with the morning flash of light it all disappears
 
Slowly, the night lulls the pulse
And the sky is dreaming of snow, snow ,snow
Oh winter behind the clouds
You dreams are pure, I know
Snow, snow, snow descends from heavens without melting
You want to be near, I know
 
Year by year, we warm our souls
As the Sun disappears into the sky dome
Becoming distant from the Earth
And everything turns white
The snow crystals will fall,
Calling to leave a track,
And here I come to the white court
And it shines
 
Slowly, the night lulls the pulse
And the sky is dreaming of snow, snow ,snow
Oh winter behind the clouds
You dreams are pure, I know
Snow, snow, snow descends from heavens without melting
You want to be near, I know
 
The clock has frozen, the pain has left
And silence comes out of tranquility
And somewhere else ther's rave and smoke
The world was once a different way
 
Slowly, the night lulls the pulse
And the sky is dreaming of snow, snow ,snow
Oh winter behind the clouds
You dreams are pure, I know
Snow, snow, snow descends from heavens without melting
You want to be near, I know
 

I Was Alone

Thoughts gathered in my brain, in my self-centered brain.
Like thieves in the night of the quiet darkness on the outskirts of town,
Like vultures, sinister and gloomy.
They got together and demanded that I atone for what I had done.
 
I was alone. My dreams ran away.
My eyes opened with dread
as I read my words, deeds and crimes
on that tablet for the departed.
 
For my cold eyes
that looked upon the games that the brave and victorious played,
For my lips, now bloody
as they touch, trembling and pale,
 
For my hands, and fingers
that never knew the plow, for they were too thin,
For the songs, the eternal wanderers,
who were cheated and restless.
 
Now the time has come for me to atone for it all.
My shrine of deceit, as delicate as it is, will be destroyed by the blind,
And these thoughts, like thieves in the quite outskirts of town,
like a beggar in the dark, will strangle me.
 

No, not the years

You hurry somewhere before the sunrise
I'm calmly waiting by the shore
But, by a new testament is your life
My old one, I can't remember anymore
 
But no, not the years, no, not the years
Dividing us
I'm deaf from the taste of skin
I'm blind from the light of eyes
No, not the years, no, not the years
Dividing us
I've gone mad, it seems
All as if for the first time for us
No, not the years...
 
I will not let myself be set free
Because I know who I am
Well, the trouble is, I'm afraid I'll allow myself everything
Revenge or joy, I don't really give a damn
 
But no, not the years, no, not the years
Dividing us
I'm deaf from the taste of skin
I'm blind from the light of eyes
No, not the years, no, not the years
Dividing us
I've gone mad, it seems
All as if for the first time for us
 
How should I be?
I'm taken by surprise
With your insane flames of fire
You want to soar high
I'm afraid there to die
It's not for me this flight
 
But no, not the years, no, not the years
Dividing us
I'm deaf from the taste of skin
I'm blind from the light of eyes
No, not the years, no, not the years
Dividing us
I've gone mad, it seems
All as if for the first time for us
No, not the years, no, not the years
 

Lakes

I've ruined happiness with the triumph of the blasphemer and there is no rebuke nor sadness,
But each night so clearly I dreamed of great night lakes.
On the mourning- black waves of nenuphar, how silent are my thoughts,
And sad, forgotten charms are awaken by silver-white willows.
 
Lakes, lakes, great night lakes.
 
I'll remember, and something should appear, as in the gloomy drama the
outcome will never fail:
Sad and lonely maiden, pure white bird or strange, gentle fairy tale.
And a brand new sun will sparkle in the fog, and shadows will be the dragonflies,
And proud swans of ancient tales will come out on the stairs made in white.
 
Lakes, lakes, great night lakes.
 
I'll wake up, and as before, sure lips, distant and strange is the night,
And so earthly beautiful and harsh the minutes of labor and respite.