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sweetknuddelteddy
Helferlein
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 Wien
W, 15
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Mon, 18.Jul.05, 14:21 Leider kein Titel |
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Another sunrise has come
A day passes by
I don't mind it
I'm staring at his grave, that's nowhere
At a grave that only exists in my thoughts
This very day
But not tomorrow
And I pray like he had done before he went
Help him, be by his side
He's an invalide warrior
Put your arm under his arm
Lead him to the door
Door to heaven
Now, the sunset's golden sunbeams
Lighten up my sour little soul
Fill it with love and forgiveness
For leaving me on my own.
Ein neuer Sonnenaufgang hat uns erreicht
Ein Tag geht vorüber
Ich beachte ihn nicht
Ich starre auf sein Grab, das nirgendwo ist
Das nur in meinen Gedanken existiert
Heute noch
Aber morgen nicht mehr
Und ich bete, wie er es getan hat, bevor er ging
Hilf ihm, sei an seiner Seite
Er ist ein gebrechlicher Krieger
Leg deinen Arm unter seinen Arm
Führe in zu der Tür
Tür zum Himmel
Jetzt, die goldenen Sonnenstrahlen des Sonnenuntergangs
Erhellen meine verbitterte Seele
Füllen sie mit Liebe und Vergebung
Dafür, dass er mich alleine ließ.
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sweetknuddelteddy
Helferlein
116
Wien
W, 15
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Fri, 22.Jul.05, 20:23 Moon's light, Girl's night |
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This lonely girl who's drawn in tears
Is dancing to forget her fears
Moving to her heart's crying tune
Motions watched are by the moon
"I beg your pardon, little girl
but isn't this a lovely worl'?
Waste no time with boring questions,
try to follow night's suggestions!
Move and dance and sing and smile!
And you'll be happy in a while"
She isn't able to refuse
No time to think of an excuse
Looks around and is impressed
It is nice to be night's guest
Slowly first loss is fading away
And she has come here to stay
"Shall we dance?", she wants to demand
Puting out her little hand
"The night is young, and so you are,
Way to heaven isn't far
Dance the first dance alone tonight
The stars and I, we will shine bright"
And so they do, ít's like a dream
A strange but interesting scene
A little Miss, who gives her heart
Whose dance is like a kind of art
The creature's look is satisfied
But I can tell you, only tonight
Tomorrow she will not remember
And in her soul will rule December
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Wien