mighty lion



mighty lion, ursprünglich hochgeladen von eyeflyer

gestern bin ich ihm hier begegnet …

Gamgoas

the circle of life

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
Theres more to be seen than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done

Some say eat or be eaten
Some say live and let live
But all are agreed as they join the stampede
You should never take more than you give

In the circle of life
Its the wheel of fortune
Its the leap of faith
Its the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle, the circle of life

Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars

Theres far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

Elton John

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skin to skin

She does not lazy dance
her hands on me
She does not talk, no pretty talk
She pleasures silently
But with her, I am summer
I warm easy to her heart
She fill me full, she fill me full
She make me complete

chorus:
Skin to skin
Skin to skin
No cold wind blow on me
No cold wind blow on me

Skin to skin
Skin to skin
The light, it shine on me
The light it shine on me

He is a secret soldier
With pieces inside broke
He hides in his own darkness
His fire has no smoke
And, when my body songs begin
When he holds me tight
He chases all my shadows
And I burn so bright

Chorus:
Skin to skin
Skin to skin
No cold wind blow on me
No cold wind blow on me

Skin to skin
Skin to skin
The light, it shine on me
The light, it shine one me

Winter inside of me
Ice to fight the storm
She cannot see
What I hide in me
I can’t be strong
Beside her warm

Skin to skin (She’s too close)
Skin to skin (much too close)
No cold wind blow on me (she’s got a hold on me)
No cold wind blow on me (she’s got a hold on me)

Skin to skin (She touches soft)
Skin to skin (ah, much too soft)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning me)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning me)

Skin to skin (she’s too close)
Skin to skin (ah,much too close)
No cold wind blow on me (she’s got a hold on me)
No cold wind blow on me (she’s got a hold on me)
Skin to skin (she touches soft)
Skin to skin (ah, much too soft)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning on me)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning on me)

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hors saison



hors saison, ursprünglich hochgeladen von eyeflyer

Hors saison

C’est le silence
Qui se remarque le plus
Les volets roulants tous descendus
De l’herbe ancienne
Dans les bacs à fleurs
Sur les balcons
On doit être hors-saison

La mer quand même
Dans ses rouleaux continue
Son même thème
Sa chanson vide et têtue
Pour quelques ombres perdues
Sous des capuchons
On doit être hors-saison

Le vent transperce
Ces trop longues avenues
Quelqu’un cherche une adresse inconnue
Et le courrier déborde
Au seuil des pavillons
On doit être hors-saison

Une ville se fâne
Dans les brouillards salés
La colère océane est trop près
Les tourments la condamnent
Aux écrans de fumée
Personne ne s’éloigne du quai

On pourrait tout prendre
Les murs, les jardins, les rues
On pourrait mettre
Aux boîtes aux lettres nos prénoms dessus
Ou bien peut-être un jour
Les gens reviendront
On doit être hors-saison

La mer quand même
Dans ses rouleaux continue
Son même thème
Sa chanson vide „où es-tu ?“
Tout mon courrier déborde
Au seuil de ton pavillon
On doit être hors-saison…

Une ville se fâne
Dans les brouillards salés
La colère océane est trop près
Les tourments la condamnent
Aux écrans de fumée
Personne ne s’éloigne du quai

Francis Cabrel

like a garden in a land



like a garden in a land, ursprünglich hochgeladen von eyeflyer

Secret Symphony

„Secret Symphony“

You’re like a secret symphony
That was created just for me.
Some knowing mind, some guiding hand
Must have designed, must have planed it.

You’re like a garden in a land
Of barren rock and lonely sand,
Where rain can fall, where grass can grow
And through it all, I can love you so.

Isn’t it strange, but it’s only a feeling
Isn’t it weird, it feels like I’m stealing your soul.
Isn’t it wild, this world that we know now
It’s gonna be fun wherever we go now.

You’re like a prayer I’m scared to say
The one who might have got away
Somebody worth all I’ve had to face
No one on Earth could replace you.

You’re like a secret symphony
That was created just for me.
Some knowing mind, some guiding hand
Must have designed, must have planed it.

Katie Melua

Sometimes I feel like a feather in the air …

Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Und ich heb‘ Dich zum Himmel,
wie das große Meer,
einen kleinen toten Fisch.
Und ich berühr‘ Dich,
wie Du Dich selber manchmal
bei Vollmond.

Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Und ich nehm‘ Dich bei der Hand,
wie der Elvis sein Presley,
damals, wies ihm noch gut gangen is.
Und ich schau Dich an,
wie der liebe Gott, ein kleines
Baby anschaut, bevor er’s schickt.

Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Und wann’st lachst, dann renn i auf’s Häusel
und schreib: Hallelujah! an’d Wand.
Und wann’st weinst, dann reiß ich mir
die Rippen auße und leg Dein Kopf
auf mei Herz.

Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Und wann’st stirbst und jeder traurig is,
dann sei’s bitte ich der Dir die
Augerln schließt.

Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Ludwig Hirsch

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