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The Way
08:08
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The moonlight is the silence of the soul.
A long way over the cliff in the rye.
I wish I could fly up to the sky,
But it’s now too late,
I am tightly trapped in a net.
Retain the autumn forest in your eyes,
Joy will fill the world to the sky,
And the great square has no corners,
A fresh breeze does not remember night dreams.
Power and weakness will disappear,
And clouds keep flowing somewhere.
And when the moon is bright
Birds are free to fly everywhere.
My intentions are clear,
And darkness gives way to light.
Only sore eyes will see
The intemperance of the past years.
It is not shameful to take a step away,
Moving forward is guarantee of advance.
For him who has found the truth
Sweet honey will turn bitter.
His heart will wither,
A snow storm will swirl all around,
And his soul will forget the smell of herbs
And the sound of dew drops in spring.
He will want to escape from his shallow thoughts,
But the great shame will come.
He will want to touch love at least with his shadow,
But his pride will stand in the way.
And in silence it becomes clear
That earthly words are useless.
Only a wise heart will dare
To restrain the wicked demons of dreams.
He who is content with little is blessed.
For him the wealth of the world is but dust.
Having climbed to the top it’s so easy to breath,
And thoughts dash away together with fallen leaves.
Only in spring does lilac bloom,
And the moon light gives birth to shade,
And clean snow
Will mantle the river paths.
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2. |
Hallelujah
04:03
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3. |
The Winter of Life
04:33
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Old Conquistador
09:00
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Walking deep into unknown mountains,
An old conquistador has gone astray.
Condors were swimming in the smoky sky,
Huge snow clouds were looming.
He was wandering eight days without food,
His horse died, but under a big rock
He found a cozy shelter
Where he could stay close to his dear horse’s grave.
He lived there in the shadow of dry fig trees,
Singing songs of the sunny Castilla,
Recalling past battles and lovers,
Dreaming of arquebuses and mantillas.
He was as always bold and still,
He knew neither fear nor anger,
Death has come, and the old warrior
Suggested they decide by tossing the dice.
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Obsessed
08:50
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The moon is swimming like a shield
Of a hero, who was killed long ago.
My heart is pounding and aching,
Anticipating something fateful.
Through a smoky field, gloomy woods
And threatening sea
My terrible sorrow is coming
With a spear.
I rush to my horse,
Grab the reins with trembling hands
And race madly
To the lakes at night.
Nobody will know about
My wild battle in the dark bog,
And I will be beaten
By the one who always wins in darkness.
I will be blinded by the mist…
In a full, raging gallop
I will be tilted out of the saddle
And will roll down into the swamp.
This moment will be dreadful!
I will be fettered in my tight armors
And I will as always yell, oh coup de grace,
To the stranger.
I will hear the silent steps
In the deceptive fog of night,
But the stranger will as always
Walk past…
In the morning I will wake up alone,
And the girls who are excited about spring
Will whisper, “He is such a strange paladin
Whose soul is tormented by something beyond this world”.
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6. |
Christ
05:04
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7. |
Poet's House
04:30
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8. |
Too Late
12:22
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Time kept going by and by. We didn’t count the days,
Hope was luring us far ahead,
We exchanged judgments about life,
But in the meantime it was floating away.
We kept planning to live, but how? – was our question.
We would start long discussions;
Our endless debates and quarrels
Would end up in anguish and tears.
How many bright moments did we spoil
By waiting for something better,
We exhausted our hearts, strained our minds
And kept dreaming about the future.
We kept shouting to the present, “Go away!”
But one day it became cold and wintery…
We looked back and saw our lives way behind,
So to start the true life was now too late!
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