.: 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...

.: Vann: Hva er det ?

.: Vann: Hva er det ?: Så skal en stråleglans fra deg igjen avspeiles her i oss... Ti når jeg deg i hjerte bærer, da ses det av hvis slekt jeg er. Ei noen...

.: Små sorger taler, de store tier...

.: Små sorger taler, de store tier...: Nå er det timen: Nå er det timen da bakst bæres hjem Mørket løsner seg fra himmelen Trikkens sang blir fjern... De unge kjøper seg ma...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...: Eine aktive Linie, die sich frei ergeht, ein Spaziergang um seiner selbst willen, ohne Ziel. Das agens ist ein Punkt, der sich versch...

.: Canción del día que se va ...

.: Canción del día que se va ...: ;Que trabajo me cuesta dejarte marchar, día ! Te vas lleno de mi, vuelves sin conocerme. ;Que trabajo me cuesta dejar sobre tu pech...

.: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...

.: Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the pr...: What is the present? It's something relative to the past and the future. It's something that exist by virtue of other things ...

.: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...

.: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...: Den som beskjedent bøyer av for en annen, skal hedres, men han som seg selv opphøyer, han skal ...

.: Hvor lenge vil de andre snakke når vi allerede har...

.: Hvor lenge vil de andre snakke når vi allerede har...: Seven hearts are the hearts that I have. But mine is not there among them. In the high mountains, mother, where I sometimes ran in...

Hvor lenge vil de andre snakke når vi allerede har snakket ? --- Hasta cuando hablan los demás si ya hemos hablado nosotros ?

Seven hearts
are the hearts that I have.
But mine is not there among them.

In the high mountains,
mother,
where I sometimes ran into the wind,
seven girls with long hands
carried me around in their mirrors.

I have sung my way through this world
with my mouth with its seven petals.
My crimson-coloured galleys
have cast off without rigging or oars.

I have lived my life in landscapes
that other men have owned...
And the secrets I wore at my throat,
unbeknownst to me, 
had come open.

In the high mountains,
mother,
where my heart rises over its echoes
in the memory book of a star,
I sometimes ran into the wind.

Seven hearts
are the hearts that I have.
But mine is not there among them.

How long will the others talk when we've already talked?

.: Lykksalig er den mann som glemmer med forstand hva...

.: Lykksalig er den mann som glemmer med forstand hva...: Hvis det er sant, at alle ting er skapt av Gud, da er det håp for oss, min venn. Selv om lykkens paradis gikk tapt kan Gud jo skape o...

.: It so happens that I'm tired of being a man... Wha...

.: It so happens that I'm tired of being a man... Wha...: I forgot a love, an umbrella  and whatever else. I've lived thinking about this ... or about an object or about an object wi...

It so happens that I'm tired of being a man... What hope can be kept alive, what pure premonition, what irrevocable kiss sunk in our hearts, acknowledging the roots of need - and the intelligence, self-confident and smooth on always muddied waters.

I forgot
a love, an umbrella 
and
whatever else.
I've lived thinking
about
this ...
or about an object
or about an object without
any destiny...
I want to see
whether I can find
what I lost,
what perhaps is
waiting for me still...

.: Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bl...

.: Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bl...: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night ...

Hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bli? --- Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ?

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...

.: If I should by chance grow rich, I'll buy the hole...

.: If I should by chance grow rich, I'll buy the hole...: There are so many things I have forgot, That once were much to me, or that were not, All lost, as is a childless woman's child An...

If I should by chance grow rich, I'll buy the hole world and give it all to you...

There are so many things I have forgot,
That once were much to me, or that were not,
All lost, as is a childless woman's child
And its child's children, in the undefiled
Abyss of what can never be again.

.: I have come to the borders of sleep, the unfathoma...

.: I have come to the borders of sleep, the unfathoma...: Many a road and track That, since the dawn's first crack, Up to the forest brink, Deceived the travellers Suddenly now blurs, A...

I have come to the borders of sleep, the unfathomable deep forest where all must lose their way, however straight , or winding, soon or late; they cannot choose.

Many a road and track
That, since the dawn's first crack,
Up to the forest brink,
Deceived the travellers
Suddenly now blurs,
And in they sink.

Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends,
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble.

There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now
To go into the unknown
I must enter and leave alone
I know not how.

The tall forest towers;
Its cloudy foliage lowers
Ahead, shelf above shelf;
Its silence I hear and obey
That I may lose my way,
Way...
And myself.
Myself...

.: Poor mans dreams...

.: Poor mans dreams...: Poor man's Consolation... Is to comfort himself, loss no longer, my friend. As long as there is life---there is hope Right? Cute ...

.: Ajo de agónica plata la luna manguante, pone cabel...

.: Ajo de agónica plata la luna manguante, pone cabel...: Garlic clove of dying silver, the waning moon hangs long yellow hair over the yellow towers. Night knocks,  trembling, on the glas...

.: Ode to age --- I don't believe in age --- I have f...

.: Ode to age --- I don't believe in age --- I have f...: All old people carry in their eyes a child, and children at times observe us with the eyes of wise ancients. Shall we measu...

.: A kiss on the head...

.: A kiss on the head...: A kiss on the head -                      wipes away misery, I kiss your head. A kiss on the eyes -                      take away...

.: Kritisk alder ?...

.: Kritisk alder ?...: Kritisk alder: Fryktelig, Redsel, For sent å endre. Aldren har kommet for meg også, Min kritiske alder. Våkner jeg ikke ...

.: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...

.: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...: Sus ojos en las umbras se empanan de inmensa noche. En los recodos del aire  cruje la aurora salobre. Un cielo de mulos blancos da...

.: I'm dizzy... Dizzy from too much sleeping or too m...

.: I'm dizzy... Dizzy from too much sleeping or too m...: What life... Did I make out of life ? None. No women, no friends, no money, no house, no dog, no nothing... It all happened in the ...

.: In you the earth... En ti la tierra.

.: In you the earth... En ti la tierra.: Little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I'll clasp y...

.: Wind on the island...

.: Wind on the island...: The wind is a horse: hear how he runs through the sea,  through the sky. He wants to take me: listen how he roves the world to t...

.: Hva sier den gamle asken når den går ved siden av ...

.: Hva sier den gamle asken når den går ved siden av ...: Du fyller dine drømmer og jeg fyller mine --- for det er selvbetjening. Skulle jeg mot formodning fylle drømmene dine vil jeg skri...

Hva sier den gamle asken når den går ved siden av ilden ? --- Que dice la vieja ceniza cuando camina junto al fuego ?

Du fyller dine drømmer
og jeg fyller mine
--- for det er selvbetjening.

Skulle jeg mot formodning
fylle drømmene dine
vil jeg skrike
--- Full tank, takk...

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice...

.: Last Window...

.: Last Window...: In your frail loft (a fortress of shadows) before desire is trimmed, before the soundest sleep, stark and symmetrical, (without the...

.: Drivkraftens styrke ...

.: Drivkraftens styrke ...: Vær tro i din vandring, det er kun en stund du fortsetter ferden. Og så skal du løses fra trengselen her. Da skal du for evig væ...

.: L'homme sait que le monde n'est pas a l’échelle hu...

.: L'homme sait que le monde n'est pas a l’échelle hu...: No time like the present... I got out here in the great open spaces ... Where cats are cats and humans are not humans !

.: Du gehst zu Frauen ? Vergiss die Peitsche nicht!

.: Du gehst zu Frauen ? Vergiss die Peitsche nicht!: Man is the only creature that  consumes without producing.... Please my friends have a nice time...

.: 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...

.: Quien me mando desvencijar las puertas de mi propi...

.: Quien me mando desvencijar las puertas de mi propi...: Det vi ga, har vi ... Det vi brukte, hadde vi ... Det vi etterlot oss, mistet vi ...

Quien me mando desvencijar las puertas de mi propio orgullo ? ... Hvem befalte meg å rive ned dørene til min egen stolthet ?

Det vi ga, har vi ...
Det vi brukte, hadde vi ...
Det vi etterlot oss, mistet vi ...

.: Å løfte sitt blikk til stjernene, det er den beste...

.: Å løfte sitt blikk til stjernene, det er den beste...: "Onkel vet." "Hva mener du med vet?" "Onkel er voksen." "Voksen og voksen -" "Onkel er et ...

.: We live in powerless egotism... Our soul tumultuou...

.: We live in powerless egotism... Our soul tumultuou...: Conscience... When we speak of the things that we treasure, That we prize above all, we include Words like                       MOTHE...

.: Era mi voz antigua ignorante de los densos jugos a...

.: Era mi voz antigua ignorante de los densos jugos a...: ;Ay, voz antigua de mi amor, ay, voz de mi verdad, ay, voz de mi abierto costado, cuando todas las rosas manaban de mi lengua y el c...

.: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...

.: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...: Den som beskjedent bøyer av for en annen, skal hedres, men han som seg selv opphøyer, han skal ...

.: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...

.: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...: Den som beskjedent bøyer av for en annen, skal hedres, men han som seg selv opphøyer, han skal ...

Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller dratt ?

Den som beskjedent bøyer
av for en annen,
skal hedres,
men han som seg selv opphøyer,
han skal ...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...: Everlasting peace is a dream,  and not even a pleasant one;  Say some... do they think ? Look at Africa... Very bad, how can be summar...

.: Den halte springer når han er nødt...

.: Den halte springer når han er nødt...: I hjertet planlegger mannen sin ferd Men Herrer styrer hans gang eller... All that I think and feel, and so to wake The world; ...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...: As I take my shoes from the shoemaker,  and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest. The best way to get the...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...: I was treading a dark clay that trembled and I, sinking and coming out, decided that you should come out of me, that you were weighi...

.: La den gå foran som veien vet !

.: La den gå foran som veien vet !: Trist! ikke så veldig, bare litt Forbannet-Ja vell, ikke så veldig, bare litt Lei ! - Absolutt ikke Dagdrømme nei, ikke så veldig S...

.: Syria... Why go so far to kill ? ... Why go so far...

.: Syria... Why go so far to kill ? ... Why go so far...: A million horrible portraits of the Syrian war. When we learn and blend to discover sadness and death beneath the sand on the desert ...

.: Syria... Why go so far to kill ? ... Why go so far...

.: Syria... Why go so far to kill ? ... Why go so far...: A million horrible portraits of the Syrian war. When we learn and blend to discover sadness and death beneath the sand on the desert ...

.: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i SOCHI ? Y cua...

.: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i SOCHI ? Y cua...: Så hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bli ? Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ? My friend's pl...

.: La den gå foran som veien vet !

.: La den gå foran som veien vet !: Trist! ikke så veldig, bare litt Forbannet-Ja vell, ikke så veldig, bare litt Lei ! - Absolutt ikke Dagdrømme nei, ikke så veldig S...

.: Barefoot over the earth!

.: Barefoot over the earth!: Shavings curl on the beach Which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up On Sintras hill In half-an-hour`s walk From the village My ...

.: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...

.: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...: The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent spontaneous joy and natural content out of my heart....

.: Oh Guitarra !

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

.: Friend, ... it's your kiss that sings like a bell ...

.: Friend, ... it's your kiss that sings like a bell ...: All I ask the gods to grant me is that I ask them for nothing. Good luck is a yoke and to be happy oppresses, For it's an emotion...

Friend, ... it's your kiss that sings like a bell in the water of the submerged cathedral, through whose windows entered eyeless fish, dissolute seaweed...

All I ask the gods to grant me is that
I ask them for nothing.
Good luck is a yoke and to be happy oppresses,
For it's an emotional state.
I want to raise my not easy nor uneasy,
Purely calm being above the plane
Where men rejoice or grieve...

.: I don't recall at what age I was, nor where, wheth...

.: I don't recall at what age I was, nor where, wheth...: I loved you without a why, Without a whence, I loved you without looking, Without measure... I did not know my boy,  That you have ...

I don't recall at what age I was, nor where, whether in the great North or on the fearful coast, beneath the shrill cry of seagulls, I touched a hand and it was my grandson's hand... He is 16 to day.

I loved you without a why,
Without a whence,
I loved you without looking,
Without measure...
I did not know my boy, 
That you have been 16.

.: Oil Lamp ... Oh, how gravely the flame of the oil ...

.: Oil Lamp ... Oh, how gravely the flame of the oil ...: Candil Oh, que grave medita la llama del candil ! Como un faquir indio mira su entrana de oro y se eclipsa sonando atmósferas s...

.: E num extase sublime A sua alma da guardia Aos ver...

.: E num extase sublime A sua alma da guardia Aos ver...: The world is woven all of dream and error And but one sureness in our truth may lie--- That when we hold to aught our thinking`s mirror ...

.: It`s good food and not fine words that keeps me al...

.: It`s good food and not fine words that keeps me al...: Et geni er en begavet mann som er død... The dream of numbers: 16 3 2 13  5 10 11 8 9 6 17 12 4 15 14 1 Numbers up Numbers dow...

.: Oft fuhl ich jetz... (und) je tiefer ich einsehe, ...

.: Oft fuhl ich jetz... (und) je tiefer ich einsehe, ...: I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception. Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and...

.: 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 hap...

.: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...

.: Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En wrought ...: The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent spontaneous joy and natural content out of my heart....

.: Syria... Why go so far to kill ? ... Why go so far...

.: Syria... Why go so far to kill ? ... Why go so far...: A million horrible portraits of the Syrian war. When we learn and blend to discover sadness and death beneath the sand on the desert ...

Syria... Why go so far to kill ? ... Why go so far to die ? ... Forgetting is better in order to sustain hope ...

A million horrible portraits of the Syrian war.
When we learn and blend
to discover sadness and death
beneath the sand on the desert
we took a break from the pictures,
and we breathed without the peoples eyes on us,
eyes which suckled such fear...

Forgetting is better
in order to sustain hope ...

Some time we hope to find the light
and recovered our ...

.: Barefoot over the earth!

.: Barefoot over the earth!: Shavings curl on the beach Which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up On Sintras hill In half-an-hour`s walk From the village My ...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...: I was treading a dark clay that trembled and I, sinking and coming out, decided that you should come out of me, that you were weighi...

.: 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...

.: Hvorfor ikke analysere tingenes tilstand før vi gj...

.: Hvorfor ikke analysere tingenes tilstand før vi gj...: Por que no analizar las cosas antes de habilitar planetas ? Please my friends have a nice day !

.: My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse. ...

.: My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse. ...: To think about God is to disobey God, Since God wanted us not to know him, Which is why he didn't reveal himself to us... Let...

My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse. - On account of my shadow the frogs are deprived of stars. - The shadow sends my body reflections of quiet things. - My shadow moves like a hug violet-coloured mosquito.- A hundred crickets are trying to gild the glow of the reeds. - A glow arises in my breast, the one mirrored in the water...

To think about God is to disobey God,
Since God wanted us not to know him,
Which is why he didn't reveal himself to us...

Let's be simple and calm,
Like the trees and streams,
And God will love us,
Making us,
Us even as the trees are trees
And the streams are streams,
And will give us greenness in the spring,
Which is its seasons,
And a river to go to when we end ...
And he'll give us nothing more,
Since to give us more would make us less us.

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...: I was treading a dark clay that trembled and I, sinking and coming out, decided that you should come out of me, that you were weighi...

.: Half Moon or... Moon goes through the water. How p...

.: Half Moon or... Moon goes through the water. How p...: High up on the mountain a little green tree & a shepherd who comes & a shepherd who goes. Sleepy old apple trees going do...

Half Moon or... Moon goes through the water. How peaceable the sky is ! Slowly going gathering old tremors from the river while a young frog takes her for a tiny mirror.

High up on the mountain
a little green tree

& a shepherd who comes
& a shepherd who goes.

Sleepy old apple trees
going down the warm valley

& a shepherd who comes
& a shepherd who goes.

Not white ewes nor a dog
nor a sheep-hook nor love

for the shepherd who goes.

Like a shadow in gold
you dissolve in the wheat

You shepherd who comes.

And

The earth was yellow.

Catch as catch can,
little shepherd man.

Not a white moon, no
not a star aglow.

Catch as catch can,
little shepherd man.

Brown grape-picking woman
get tears from the vine.


Catch as catch can,
little shepherd man.

.: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i SOCHI ? Y cua...

.: Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i SOCHI ? Y cua...: Så hva er det sanne bilde av hvordan fremtiden vil bli ? Cual es la representación del resultado venidero ? My friend's pl...

Og da lyset ble tent, skjedde det i SOCHI ? Y cuando se fundo la luz esto sucedió en SOCHI.

Så hva er det sanne bilde
av hvordan fremtiden vil bli ?

Cual es la representación
del resultado venidero ?

My friend's please have a nice day !

.: Simbolo...

.: Simbolo...: Cristo tenia un espejo en cada mano. Multiplicaba su propio espectro. Proyectaba su corazón en las miradas negras. ;Creo !

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...

.: Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare weider, sondern mac...: Eine aktive Linie, die sich frei ergeht, ein Spaziergang um seiner selbst willen, ohne Ziel. Das agens ist ein Punkt, der sich versch...

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...: Under the wheels of luxury... And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles   between us; and I reckons myself with the tra...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

.: Oil Lamp ... Oh, how gravely the flame of the oil ...

.: Oil Lamp ... Oh, how gravely the flame of the oil ...: Candil Oh, que grave medita la llama del candil ! Como un faquir indio mira su entrana de oro y se eclipsa sonando atmósferas s...

Oil Lamp ... Oh, how gravely the flame of the oil lamp meditates !

Candil

Oh, que grave medita
la llama del candil !

Como un faquir indio
mira su entrana de oro
y se eclipsa sonando
atmósferas sin viento.

Ciguena incandescente
pica desde su nido
a las sombras macizas
y se asoma temblando
a los ojos redondos
del gitanillo muerto.

.: I dug and dug night and day on your grave and I re...

.: I dug and dug night and day on your grave and I re...: We'we always had the confident vision that other brings, angels or gods, Reign above us And move us to act. Just as in the fie...

I dug and dug night and day on your grave and I rebuilt you. I raised you breasts from the dust, the mouth I adore from its ashes, - reconstructed - your arms and your legs and your eyes, your hair of twisted metal and I gave you life ... And that, my friend is just the way the rebuilt the world ... Now you can understand how love could built the world...

We'we always had the confident
vision that other brings,
angels or gods,
Reign above us
And move us to act.
Just as in the fields our actions on the cattle,
which they don't understand,
coerce and compel them without
them knowing why,
So too our hands by which others lead us
to wherever they want us
to desire to go.

.: Lightly, lightly, very lightly --- A very light wi...

.: Lightly, lightly, very lightly --- A very light wi...: I'm a keeper of sheep The sheep are my thoughts And each thought a sensation. I think with my eyes and my ears And with my hands ...

Lightly, lightly, very lightly --- A very light wind passes, and it goes away just as lightly, and I don't know what I'm thinking, nor do I wish to know...

I'm a keeper of sheep
The sheep are my thoughts
And each thought a sensation.
I think with my eyes and my ears
And with my hands and feet
And with my nose and mouth.

To think a flower is to see and smell it,
And to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.

That is why on a hot day
When I enjoy it so much I feel sad,
And I lie down in the grass
And close my warm eyes,
Then I feel my whole body lying down in reality,
I know the truth, and I'm happy.

.: How good the air smells in Moss because all the in...

.: How good the air smells in Moss because all the in...: Let's be simple and calm, Like the trees and streams, And God will love us, making us Us even as the trees are trees And the str...

How good the air smells in Moss because all the industries is closed, how good the air smells...

Let's be simple and calm,
Like the trees and streams,
And God will love us, making us
Us even as the trees are trees
And the streams are streams,
And will give us greenness in the spring,
Which is its seasons,
And a river to go to when we end...
And he'll we have no jobs, nothing more,
Since to give us more would make us less us.

.: I built the house - I made it first of air. - Then...

.: I built the house - I made it first of air. - Then...: Than... Now you will see what we are truly worth. Now you will see what we are and will be. A gentle passenger, on this earth. You ...

I built the house - I made it first of air. - Then I raised the flag in the air - and I left it hanging from the firmament, - from the stars, - from the lightness and the darkness...

Than...
Now you will see what we are truly worth.
Now you will see what we are and will be.
A gentle passenger, on this earth.

You give me the light and you are
illuminated...
Your midday is not a day older.

And even if the stars go pale with this love,
the years do not age.
You're a younger...

.: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...

.: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...: Fare-the-weel, thou first and fairest! Fare-the-weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka, joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, Lowe and...

.: In Syria they wanted to bury that word "peace" ......

.: In Syria they wanted to bury that word "peace" ......: I'm hungry for peace... I'm hungry for peace... I'm hungry... I'm hungry... Have no food to eat ... I'm a hungr...

In Syria they wanted to bury that word "peace" ... They covered it in darkness, in political fog, they arrested it and locked it up, they beat it to a pulp, they spattered it with a martyr's blood, they interrogated it, and threw it into the deep sea, weighing it down with a stone tied to every promises...

I'm hungry for peace...
I'm hungry for peace...
I'm hungry...
I'm hungry...
Have no food to eat ...
I'm a hungry child...
I'm hungry for peace...
Please do not kill me.

.: Er det sant at de deler ut gjennomsiktige brev ove...

.: Er det sant at de deler ut gjennomsiktige brev ove...: You're alone. No one knows it. Hush and feign. But feign without feigning. Hope for nothing that's not already in you. Eac...

Er det sant at de deler ut gjennomsiktige brev over hele himmelen ? --- Es verdad que reparten cartas transparentes, por todo el cielo ?

You're alone.
No one knows it.
Hush and feign.
But feign without feigning.
Hope for nothing that's not already in you.
Each man in himself is everything.
You have sun if there's sun,
Trees if you seek them,
Fortune if fortune is yours.

.: To my friend... The travler

.: To my friend... The travler: These stones aren't sad. Within them lives gold, they have the seeds of plants, they have bells in their depths, gloves of iron,...

.: Hva skjuler du under pukkelen ? sa en kamel til en...

.: Hva skjuler du under pukkelen ? sa en kamel til en...: I took off the mask and looked in the mirror. I was the same child I was years ago... I hadn't changed at all ... That's the...

Hva skjuler du under pukkelen ? sa en kamel til en skilpadde. Que guardas bajo tu joroba ? dijo un camello a una tortuga.

I took off the mask and looked in the mirror.
I was the same child I was years ago...
I hadn't changed at all ...

That's the advantage of knowing how to
remove your mask.
You're still the child,
the past that lives on,
the child.

I took off the mask,
and I put it back on.
It's better this way.
This way I'm the mask.

.: Oh Guitarra !

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

.: Good morning ...

.: Good morning ...: Bitter love, a violet with its crown of the thorns in a thicket of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you com...

.: Glem aldri henne du aldri møtte... Glem aldri henn...

.: Glem aldri henne du aldri møtte... Glem aldri henn...: Se, se ! Et fantastisk og vidunderlig tre ! Toppen vugger i stjerneskinnets dugg-gylne dryss. Roten er drømmen dypt i dit sinns jomfru...

.: Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det- hvem spurte jeg...

.: Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det- hvem spurte jeg...: The sons of the sons of the son --- what will they make of the world ? Will they turn out good or bad ? Worth flies or worth wheat ? ...

Hvis jeg var død uten å merke det- hvem spurte jeg hva klokken var ? --- Si he muerto y no me he dado cuenta a quien le pregunto la hora ?

The sons of the sons of the son ---
what will they make of the world ?
Will they turn out good or bad ?
Worth flies or worth wheat ?

You don't want to answer me...

But the question do not die...

.: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...

.: Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller ...: I don't sing of night,  since in my song the sun I sing of will end in night. I'm aware of all I forget. I sing to forget it...

Hvor er barnet jeg var, fortsatt inne i meg eller dratt ? ... Donde esta el nino que fui, sigue adentro de mi o se fue ?

I don't sing of night, 
since in my song the sun
I sing of will end in night.
I'm aware of all I forget.
I sing to forget it.
Could I only stop,
even if in a dream,
the course of  YOU and know myself,
even if mad,
as the twin of an imperishable hour !