.: Wo die Libe herrscht, da gibt es keinen Machtwille...

.: Wo die Libe herrscht, da gibt es keinen Machtwille...: Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other...

.: Now old man`s talk o` the days behind me: My dater...

.: Now old man`s talk o` the days behind me: My dater...: Critical age Fearsome, awesome - Too late to change ! - You`ve come for me also, My critical age ! No weakling am I, Yet I don`t f...

.: Den som er blitt beruset av makt, og har fordel av...

.: Den som er blitt beruset av makt, og har fordel av...: POWER TO THE :? What wee gave, wee have; What wee spent, wee had; What wee kept, wee lost; What is power ? Human egoism ? ...

.: Cry, the beloved mountains...

.: Cry, the beloved mountains...: Here is the head upon which all the end of the world are come, and the eyelids are a little weary.

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...

.: The Story of Solomon Waste...: This is all the story of Solomon Waste. Always hurrying yet never in haste, He fussed and work and toiled all frothing And at the end o...

.: Sweet...

.: Sweet...: Sweet is evening's tranquil time, When the day of storms is done; Sweet the clear cold hour of prime, Night just scatter'd by the sun...

Sweet...

Sweet is evening's tranquil time,
When the day of storms is done;
Sweet the clear cold hour of prime,
Night just scatter'd by the sun;
-Sweet- but sweeter far to me,
The dawn of hope diffused by thee...

.: Endelig Februar, ja februar kommer...

.: Endelig Februar, ja februar kommer...: Triumfenes toner, Hanen galer. En vårsol vekker Noe i oss... Februar. Litt sne vil vi se og Kanskje også litt  Gress som er viss...

Endelig Februar, ja februar kommer...

Triumfenes toner,
Hanen galer.
En vårsol vekker
Noe i oss...
Februar.

Litt sne vil vi se og
Kanskje også litt 
Gress som er vissent
Ikke brukbart til noe.

Ennå i kveld stjerneklart,
Fristene kaldt og ild i
Kvistene.

Ennå i natt kunne vi ane
Våren.
Men den kanskje forsvant igjen.
La oss håpe...

.: Storm !

.: Storm !: Jeg er her, fordi jeg skal lære stormen å kjenne. Stormen som stråler over fjord og land. Jeg er her, fordi det i Moss havn skal ...

Storm !

Jeg er her,
fordi jeg skal lære stormen å kjenne.

Stormen som stråler over
fjord og land.

Jeg er her,
fordi det i Moss havn skal henne:
At ord kom smygende til meg fra
opprørt vann.

Spørsmål, spørsmål:
Hva gjør våre "kjære" politikere
med regninger fra opprørt hav av
meninger.

Ord, som i gammel motor
stønner:
Vi har hørt det før.

Hvem kan se mellom riktig og galt,
dom eller nåde ?
Ja, hvem ?

.: By the living light...

.: By the living light...: Out in the sky, no one sleeps. No one, no one. No one sleeps. Lunar creatures sniff and circle the dwellings. Live iguanas will com...

By the living light...

Out in the sky,
no one sleeps.
No one, no one.
No one sleeps.
Lunar creatures sniff and circle the dwellings.
Live iguanas will come to bite the men who
don't dream, and the broken-hearted fugitive
will meet on street corners an incredible crocodile
resting beneath the tender protest of the stars.

Out in the world, no one sleeps.
No one, no one.
No one sleeps.
there is a corps in the farthest graveyard
complaining for three years because of an arid
landscape in his knee;
and a boy to call the dogs to quiet him.

Life is no dream.
Watch out !
Watch out !
We fall down stairs and eat the moist earth,
or we climb to the snow's edge with the
choir of dead dahlias.
But there is no oblivion,
no dream:
raw flesh. 
Kisses tie mouths in a tangle of new veins
and those in pain will bear it with no respite
and those who are frighten by death will carry
it on their shoulders.

Out in the sky,
No one sleeps,
No one, no one.
No one sleeps.
But if someone closes his eyes,
whip him, my children, whip him !
Let there be a panorama of open eyes
and bitter inflamed wounds.
Out in the world,
no one sleeps.
No one.
No one.
I've said it before.
No one sleeps.

But at night,
if someone has too much moss
on his temples,
open the trapdoors so he can see
in moonlight the fake goblets,
the venom, and the skull of the
theatres.

To days night life's...

.: Say, it`s only a paper moon, Sailing over a cardbo...

.: Say, it`s only a paper moon, Sailing over a cardbo...: Jeg så en kvinne ved en elv Et tre i blomst, et fjell med snø for hver ting jeg så Ga jeg en dråpe av mitt blod. Og hjerte ga meg ...

.: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...

.: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...: Look into my ocean, My name is Used-to-was; I am also called  Played-out  and Done-to-death, And it-will-wash-no-more... In an...

.: Suitor, suitor of mine... / Galan, galancillo...

.: Suitor, suitor of mine... / Galan, galancillo...: Suitor, Suitor of mine. At your house they're burning thyme. Come or go as you please, I'll stay under lock and key. A key made o...

.: But I`m not so think as you drunk I am...

.: But I`m not so think as you drunk I am...: If you want truth to go round the world you must hire an express flight to bring it; But if you want a lie to go round the world, it wil...

.: Because your heart are ice---But your hate a flame...

.: Because your heart are ice---But your hate a flame...: Because in your sad life Hope finds nothing left, All your kindness gone And your faith bereft. Because you worshipped the gods ...

.: Because your heart are ice---But your hate a flame...

.: Because your heart are ice---But your hate a flame...: Because in your sad life Hope finds nothing left, All your kindness gone And your faith bereft. Because you worshipped the gods ...

.: Because your heart are ice---But your hate a flame...

.: Because your heart are ice---But your hate a flame...: Because in your sad life Hope finds nothing left, All your kindness gone And your faith bereft. Because you worshipped the gods ...

Because your heart are ice---But your hate a flame --- You are rabid dogs --- And your souls are lame.

Because in your sad life
Hope finds nothing left,
All your kindness gone
And your faith bereft.

Because you worshipped the gods
Of blood and revenge,
Because you washed the land
And made it strange.

Because you did all this
Because we died for you
In uncomplaining herds
It's time we said what's true:

In their safe routines
It's the old we condemn,
And on the council bench
The nodding aldermen.

We were young, we were fools
But will never understand
Why we were sent forever
To no-man's-land.

You were never like us
In the lover's lanes
With instinctive spring
Thrilling in our veins:

You were never like us
With an appetite
That a breath or a flower
Or the dawn could ignite.

We made living itself
Our bravery's boast,
We were the chosen few
Of the Holy Ghost.

But there's none have survived
The bayonet charge
Or the howling trench
Or the mortar barrage.

No, we are not like you -
The moth-eaten men -
For whom love has whispered
Its ultimate amen.

But today there's a smile
Where a curse had stung:
We are not like you.
We and I are forever young.

.: I lyset...

.: I lyset...: Du... lyse kvinne på dagens vandring, Hun... går i panser av sol og silke. Hun... den formfullendte,  og klart er blikket. Hun...

I lyset...

Du...
lyse kvinne på dagens vandring,

Hun...
går i panser av sol og silke.

Hun...
den formfullendte, 
og klart er blikket.

Hun...
som kanskje skjuler sine skatter.
Bak filler som smelter i solens skjær.

Hun...
hvor hjertet hvisker:
som i sin rustning kan overvinnes,
av lyses makt.

Hun...
i sin pansrede rustning, skal en
dag overvinnes.
Og falle ydmykt for en manns 
blikk !

.: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...

.: La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, ...: Del llanto He cerrado mi balcón porque no quiero oír el llanto, pero por detrás de los grises muros no se oye otra cosa que el llan...

La rosa no buscaba la rosa: inmóvil por el cielo, buscaba otra cosa

Del llanto

He cerrado mi balcón
porque no quiero oír el llanto,
pero por detrás de los grises muros
no se oye otra cosa que el llanto.

Hay muy pocos ángeles que canten,
hay muy pocos perros que ladren,
mil violines caben en la palma de mi mano.

Pero el llanto es un  perro inmenso,
el llanto es un violín inmenso,
las lagrimas amordazan al viento,
y no se oye otra cosa que el llanto.

Quasida of the Weeping.

I have closed off my balcony,
for I do not want to hear the weeping.
But out there, beyond gray walls,
nothing is heard but the weeping...

There are very few angels who sing.
There are very few dogs who bark.
A thousand violins fit in the palm of my hand.

But the weeping is an enormous dog,
the weeping is an enormous angel,
the weeping is an enormous violin,
tears have muzzled the wind,
and nothing is heard but the weeping
and the to days gun fight.

.: Nederlaget er som det visne gress--- Av den muld s...

.: Nederlaget er som det visne gress--- Av den muld s...: Hvem skal jeg takke for det jeg fikk se sola  gå ned. Fjorden ble blå ? Hvem skal jeg takke for den æra, I det å gå her og være ...

Nederlaget er som det visne gress--- Av den muld skal vi gro.

Hvem skal jeg takke
for det jeg fikk se sola 
gå ned.

Fjorden ble blå ?
Hvem skal jeg takke for
den æra,
I det å gå her
og være meg selv ?

For det blir nok vår igjen,
men den vår som gikk
kommer aldri tilbake.

.: Ever gliding to the sea, flow the water fair and f...

.: Ever gliding to the sea, flow the water fair and f...: Ever gliding to the sea, Flow the water fair and free Of clear Mondego tranquil through the plain; Anxious thoughts and growing care...

Ever gliding to the sea, flow the water fair and free...

Ever gliding to the sea,
Flow the water fair and free
Of clear Mondego tranquil through the plain;
Anxious thoughts and growing care
Bound my youthful bosom there,
And slowly fix'd their ever-during reign.
Along the pleasant margin green,
Where now I mourn the alter'd scene,
First did my eyes a nymph behold
Brighter than snow, and pure as gold;
Sweet smiles serene; and grace so well display'd,
That from my heart its form will never fade.

Still beneath this weight of woe
Some fond thoughts of comfort grow,
Some cheering rays amid the darkness shine;
While in happier hours of youth
Love approved our constant truth,
Thy soul was calm, thy breast ne'er glow'd like...
The fatal hour, which bade us part,
Wounds not alike thy tender heart;
And light to me the pangs, I bear,
Compared with knowing thy despair;
My knell will be rung; thou, Lady, live,
And taste the joy, which youth and beauty give !

.: Frisch weht der Wind der Heimat zu:- mein Norwegen...

.: Frisch weht der Wind der Heimat zu:- mein Norwegen...: Freshly blows the wind homewards: My Norwegian child, Where are you dwelling ?

Frisch weht der Wind der Heimat zu:- mein Norwegen Kind, wo weilst du ?

Freshly blows the wind homewards:
My Norwegian child,
Where are you dwelling ?

.: A hungry man is not a free man. . .

.: A hungry man is not a free man. . .: No life that breathes with human breath, Has ever truly longed for ?

A hungry man is not a free man. . .

No life that breathes with
human breath,
Has ever truly longed for ?

.: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...

.: Å gifte seg med en kvinne bare fordi hun er pen, e...: Fremgangsrik er den mann som tjener mer penger enn hans kone klarer å bruke. Fremgangsrik er den kvinne som klarer å finne en slik mann...

.: Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of tho...

.: Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of tho...: Wer nicht liebt Wein,  Weib und Gesang, Der bleibt ein Narr sein Leben lang... Who loves not woman, wine, and song Remains a fo...

.: Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and mountain-s...

.: Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and mountain-s...: In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way,- I have to go to bed by day. I have to ...

.: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...

.: Die Politik ist die Lehre vom Møglichen... Politic...: Look into my ocean, My name is Used-to-was; I am also called  Played-out  and Done-to-death, And it-will-wash-no-more... In an...

.: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...

.: Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem...: I believe in one God, the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible. A robe of seeming trut...

.: Vinden gufser og blåser så trær faller, strøm er b...

.: Vinden gufser og blåser så trær faller, strøm er b...: Dagen lir, solen glir bakom åsen. Åsen blir. Trærne står og ligger tyst og puster; Hus uten tak. Mennesker fortviler. allting puster...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...: L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand. Enn så lenge får jeg klare meg med ?... Ab...

.: A place there is, where proudly raised there stand...

.: A place there is, where proudly raised there stand...: Why do the world have so many despots ruling the world. Thinking they own the country and the people living there ?... To create insi...

.: Barnet hvis kors er skjult i englenes jublende mun...

.: Barnet hvis kors er skjult i englenes jublende mun...: Gi meg et rent sinne og at jeg må se deg, Et ydmykt sinne og at jeg må høre deg, Et skjærlekens sinne og at jeg skal tjene deg, Et troen...

.: There is a charm in the loved maiden's sight; Ther...

.: There is a charm in the loved maiden's sight; Ther...: The dark imagination.  The beaming sun may wake the dewy spring, The flowers may smile, and the blithe greenwood ring; Soft music's ...

There is a charm in the loved maiden's sight; There is sweet pleasure in the calm blue sky, When nature smiles around... But dark nights come.

The dark imagination. 

The beaming sun may wake the dewy spring,
The flowers may smile, and the blithe greenwood ring;
Soft music's touch may pour love's sweetest lay,
And young hearts kindle in their hour of May:
But not for Amy shall life's vision glow;
One dark deep thought must on her bosom prey.
Her joys lie buried in the tomb below,
And from night's phantoms pale her deadly bliss
must flow.
And her face ...

.: Oh Guitarra !

.: Oh Guitarra !: La Guitarra                                                    The Guitar Empieza el llanto                                   ...

.: Who can watch this, who suffer it, unless - He's s...

.: Who can watch this, who suffer it, unless - He's s...: What happening i Syria ? Bombs, Killings, Injured People. Are Syrians forgotten ? Think of all the sufferings among's the people. Where...

.: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...

.: De rikeste stunder i menneskelivet er ikke ånden m...: To a Prize Bird You suit me well; for you can make me laugh, Nor are you blinded by the chaff That every wind sends spinning from the r...

.: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...

.: Any statement is like a cheque drawn on a bank. I...: Some quick to arm, some for adventure, some from fear of weakness, some from fear of censure, some for love of slaughter, in          i...

.: Og nå står bjerken i brudeslør, og fuglene er serv...

.: Og nå står bjerken i brudeslør, og fuglene er serv...: The wood-lark O where, what can that be ? Weedio-weedio: there again! So tiny a trickle of song-strain; And all round not to be foun...

.: Over broen ved Molbek, de rike stunder i livet... ...

.: Over broen ved Molbek, de rike stunder i livet... ...: Vær tro i din vandring, det er kunn en stund du fortsetter ferden. Og så skal du løses fra trengslen her. Da skal du for evig være ...

.: La distance n`y fait rein; il n`y a que le premier...

.: La distance n`y fait rein; il n`y a que le premier...: Cherchons la femme... Let us look for the woman... I am the woman...

.: Ah, none but I discerned her looks, When in the th...

.: Ah, none but I discerned her looks, When in the th...: The soul of a ... Is like a waterfall without navigation As the soul of a poem The water flows in all directions As estrogen in a huma...

.: We are prepared to go to the gates of Hell - but ...

.: We are prepared to go to the gates of Hell - but ...: Giftemål I kirken ved altret Vi lovet og tok en ed Elsker å være I hellig ekteskap Vi knelte forran altret Med stor tro og glød ...

.: Up an down the City Road, In and out the fancy res...

.: Up an down the City Road, In and out the fancy res...: Did you ever notice that when  a politician does get an idea he usually gets it all wrong... Honesty is a good thing but, it is not...

.: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...

.: My heart is singing like a morning bird. A great h...: My love, My love, My god-love ! Let me kiss... On thy cold lips thy hot lips now immortal, Greeting thee at Death's portal's happiness, ...

.: What is life? a frenzy. what is life ? An illusion...

.: What is life? a frenzy. what is life ? An illusion...: My gesture that destroys The hill of ants The ants might think's inflicted by some godly being But I do not take myself to be divine.....

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...

.: L'amour est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; - ...: L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand. Enn så lenge får jeg klare meg med ?... Ab...

.: Langsynt blir alderdommen. Bra er vel også det. ...

.: Langsynt blir alderdommen. Bra er vel også det. ...: Hun var nettopp ferdig  med sin første ridetime da hun utbrøt - Det er utrolig at et dyr  som er foret med så mye høy kan være så har...

.: Morgenens luft er som deilig bølgeskum. Dagen i da...

.: Morgenens luft er som deilig bølgeskum. Dagen i da...: Bunnløst var rådyrets blikk da det så meg. Foten fikk vinger av skrekk. Bare et øyeblikk stirret det på meg. Så fløy det dansende vek...

Morgenens luft er som deilig bølgeskum. Dagen i dag har varme å gledes seg ved. Kvelden har fred og TV. Men bare natten har evigheten og verdensrom !

Bunnløst var rådyrets blikk da det så meg.
Foten fikk vinger av skrekk.
Bare et øyeblikk stirret det på meg.
Så fløy det dansende vekk.

.: Suitor, suitor of mine... / Galan, galancillo...

.: Suitor, suitor of mine... / Galan, galancillo...: Suitor, Suitor of mine. At your house they're burning thyme. Come or go as you please, I'll stay under lock and key. A key made o...

Suitor, suitor of mine... / Galan, galancillo...

Suitor,
Suitor of mine.
At your house they're burning thyme.

Come or go as you please,
I'll stay under lock and key.

A key made of fine silver.
On a ribbon for good measure.

On the ribbon words are written:
"My heart is not smitten"

Don't roam my street day and night.
Only the wind has the right.

Suitor.
suitor of mine.
At your house they're burning thyme.

Galan.
galancillo
En tu casa queman tomillo.

Ni que vayas, ni que vegas,
con llave cierro la puerta.

Con llave de plata fina.
Atada con una cinta.

En la cinta hay un letrero:
"Mi corazón esta lejos".

No des vueltas en mi calle.
; Déjasela toda al aire!

Galan.
galancillo.
En tu casa queman tomillo.

.: Adelina de paseo... / Adelina Out Walking...

.: Adelina de paseo... / Adelina Out Walking...: La mar no tiene naranjas, ni Cascais tiene amor. Morena, que luz de fuego. Préstame tu quitasol. Me pondrá la cara verde - zumo de...

Adelina de paseo... / Adelina Out Walking...

La mar no tiene naranjas,
ni Cascais tiene amor.
Morena, que luz de fuego.
Préstame tu quitasol.

Me pondrá la cara verde
- zumo de lima y limón - .
Tus palabras-pececillos-
nadaran alrededor.

La mar no tiene naranjas.
Ay amor.
; Ni Cascais tiene amor !

The sea has no oranges
Nor Cascais any love.
Dark girl, such fiery light !
Lend me your parasol.

- juice of lemon and lime.
It will turn my face green
Your words - little fish -
will swim roundabout.

The sea has no oranges.
Oh the pity, love.
Nor Cascais any love !

.: Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife......

.: Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife......: Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm, And...

Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife...

Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting. 
Life to life---
I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,
And feel as safe as guarded by a charm
Against the stab of worldlings, who is rife
Are weak to injure. 
Very whitely still the lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots,
Accessible alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer;
Growing straight, out of man's / woman's reach,
On the hill.
God only, who made us rich,
Can make us poor.

.: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wis...

.: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wis...: The light is flying; in the silver-blue the young moon shines from her bright window though: The mowers are all gone, and I go too...

.: La Opinión...Reciprocidad Epístola a Jan...

.: La Opinión...Reciprocidad Epístola a Jan...: Ramón de Campo amor La Opinión Pobre Carolina mía ! Nunca la podre olvidar ! Ved lo que el mundo decía Viendo el féretro pasar; U...

.: En skal ikke gape større enn munnen tåler!

.: En skal ikke gape større enn munnen tåler!: There was a land, which I suppose, Where everyone had a crooked nose; And the crooked nose that everyone had In no manner did make hi...

.: I fall, I swoon ! I look at the sky...

.: I fall, I swoon ! I look at the sky...: I fall, I swoon! I look at the sky: The clouds are breaking on my brain; I am floated along, as if I should die Of liberty's exquisit...

I fall, I swoon ! I look at the sky...

I fall, I swoon! I look at the sky:
The clouds are breaking on my brain;
I am floated along, as if I should die
Of liberty's exquisite pain ---
In the name of the white child,
waiting for me in the death-dark
where we may kiss and agree,
Woman d, I leave you all curse-free
In my broken heart's disdain !

.: I am not mad: I am black. I see you staring in my ...

.: I am not mad: I am black. I see you staring in my ...: The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul Move still, oh, still, beside me, as t...

I am not mad: I am black. I see you staring in my face---

The face of all the world is changed,
I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of they soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me,
as they stole betwixt me and the dreadful
outer brink of obvious death, where I,
who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love,
and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.
The cup of dole God gave for baptism,
I am fine to drink,
And praise its sweetness, Sweet
with thee an-ear.
The name of country, heaven,
are changed away for where thou art or shalt be,
there or here;
And this... this lute and song... loved yesterday...