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[Yume]

Yellow Eyes

We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.

Šo rakstu rediģēja Reiki: 07.12.2004 14:08

[ils]

Living Next Door To Alice Lyrics
by Smokie

(Nicky Chinn / Mike Chapman)
Sally called when she got the word,
And she said: "I suppose you've heard -
About Alice".
When I rushed to the window,
And I looked outside,
And I could hardly believe my eyes -
As a big limousine rolled up
Into Alice's drive...

Oh, I don't know why she's leaving,
Or where she's gonna go,
I guess she's got her reasons,
But I just don't want to know,
'Cos for twenty-four years
I've been living next door to Alice.
Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance,
Now I've got to get used to not living next door to Alice...

We grew up together,
Two kids in the park,
We carved our initials,
Deep in the bark,
Me and Alice.
Now she walks through the door,
With her head held high,
Just for a moment, I caught her eye,
As a big limousine pulled slowly
Out of Alice's drive.

Oh, I don't know why she's leaving,
Or where she's gonna go,
I guess she's got her reasons,
But I just don't want to know,
'Cos for twenty-four years
I've been living next door to Alice.
Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance,
Now I gotta get used to not living next door to Alice...

And Sally called back and asked how I felt,
And she said: "I know how to help -
Get over Alice".
She said: "Now Alice is gone,
But I'm still here,
You know I've been waiting
For twenty-four years..."
And a big limousine dissapeared...

I don't know why she's leaving,
Or where she's gonna go,
I guess she's got her reasons,
But I just don't want to know,
'Cos for twenty-four years
I've been living next door to Alice.
Twenty-four years just waiting for a chance,
To tell her how I feel, and maybe get a second glance,
But I'll never get used to not living next door to Alice...

Now I'll never get used to not living next door to Alice...

[NovemberNövelet]

Vita Nouva (Oscar Wilde)

I stood by the unvintageable sea
Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray;
The long red fires of the dying day
Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily;
And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee:
"Alas!" I cried, "my life is full off pain",
And who can garner fruit of golden grain
From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly!
Nathless I threw them as my final cast
Into the sea, and waited for the end.
When lo`! A sudden glory! and I saw
From the black waters of my tortured past
The argent splendour of white limbs ascend!

[Sirradze]

The World Is a Beautiful Place



The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half bad
if it isn't you

Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen

and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician


by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

[NovemberNövelet]

MY VOICE (By Oscar Wilde)

Within this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure--You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

SAN MINIATO

See, I have climbed the mountain side
Up to this holy house of God,
Where once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,

And throned upon the crescent moon
The Virginal white Queen of Grace,--
Mary! could I but see thy face
Death could not come at all too soon.

O crowned by God with thorns and pain!
Mother of Christ! O mystic wife!
My heart is weary of this life
And over-sad to sing again.

O crowned by God with love and flame!
O crowned by Christ the Holy One!
O listen ere the searching sun
Show to the world my sin and shame.

[ils]

Lemon Tree von Fool's Garden.

I'm sittin' here in the boring room
It's just another rainy sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you But nothing ever happens and I wonder I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder
I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around And all that I can see is just another lemon tree
Sing dap, dadadipdadap ...
I'm sittin' here, I miss the power
I'd like to go out, taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired, put myself into bed
But nothing ever happens, and I wonder
Isolation, is not good for me
Isolation, I don't want to sit on the lemon tree
I'm stepping around in the desert of joy
Maybe anyhow I get another toy
And everything will happen, and you wonder
I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree
And I wonder, wonder
I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree

[Yume]

CIRCLE OF FEAR
Heartache is knocking on her door
Shadows dance outside her window
Tears keep falling on the floor
As the world around her crumbles
If you want to save her
First you have to save yourself
If you want to free her from the hurt
Don’t do it with your pain
If you want to see her smile again
Don’t show her you’re afraid
Because your circle of fear is the same
Love can be as cold as grave
A one-way ticket to endless sorrow
An empire of gentle hate
Today without tomorrow
It’s the circle of regret
The circle of hate
The circle of death
Your circle of fear is the same

[NovemberNövelet]

A Farewell to False Love

Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.

A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed, [since]
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*, [revealed]
Whose course was ever contrary to kind*: [nature]
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

Sir Walter Raleigh

[Overlord]

The Fall of Gil-galad
Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away;
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.

Death Song For Boromir

Aragorn:
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes
What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?

I saw him ride over seven streams; over waters wide and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.
O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.

Legolas:
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it hears, and at the gate it moans.
What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.
Ask not of me where he doth dwell- so many bones there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!
O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.

Aragorn:
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.
Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.
O Boromir! The Tower of guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.

[Aiva]

Remember when?

A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bytes.

An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3-inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile.

Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a backup happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocket knife
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens they wish they were dead.

A Politically Correct Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves",
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the North Pole,
were alleged by the union, to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished without much propriety,
released to the wilds, by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear,
that Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his beautiful sleigh,
because the ruts were deemed dangerous by the EPA,
And millions of people were calling the Cops,
when they heard sled noises upon their roof tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe, had his workers quite frightened,
and his fur trimmed red suit was called "unenlightened".

To show you the strangeness of today's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose.
He went to Geraldo, in front of the Nation,
demanding millions in over-due workers compensation.

So...half of the reindeer were gone, and his wife
who suddenly said she'd had enough of this life,
joined a self help group, packed and left in a whiz,
demanding from now on that her title was Ms.

And as for gifts...why, he'd never had the notion
that making a choice could cause such commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur...
Which meant nothing for him or nothing for her.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot,
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls and nothing for just boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific,
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic.

No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish upon the truth.
And fairy tales...while not yet forbidden,
were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden,
for they raised the hackles of those psychological,
who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football...someone might get hurt,
besides - playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist and should be passe.
and Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled and perplexed,
he just couldn't figure out what to do next?
He tried to be merry he tried to be gay,
but you must have to admit he was having a very bad day.
His sack was quite empty, it was flat on the ground,
nothing fully acceptable was anywhere to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might,
give to us all, without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy - with no indecision,
each group of people in every religion.
Every race, every hue,
everyone, everywhere...even you!
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...


"MAY YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, ENJOY PEACE ON EARTH"


Please don't Drink and Drive
Keep our roads safe !

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled into the road
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom.
I hear the policeman say, the other guy is drunk, Mom.
Now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it is fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

Drinking and Driving DON'T Mix .. Let's Put a Stop to it NOW

[NovemberNövelet]

Gribējās ielikt vēl šo to no Emīlijas Dikinsones

I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf

The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup

Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sèvres pleases,
Old ones crack.

I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other’s gaze down,—
You could not.

And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death’s privilege?

Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus’,
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.

They ’d judge us—how?
For you served Heaven, you know,
Or sought to;
I could not,

Because you saturated sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.

And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the heavenly fame.

And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.

So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,
Despair!

[zuzee]

OOOKEII
shis ir looti burviigs

P.O.W
**I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
**Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
**I trap myself further
Every tme I stay quiet
**I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
**And now I've made
My own hard bed
**Inside a prison of words unsaid


viens no vismiilaakajiem
Sometimes I feel
like i don't belong anywhere
and it's gonna take so long
for me to get somewhere
Sometimes i feel so heavy-hearted
and I can't explain
cause I'm so guarded

But that's a lonely road to travel
and a heavy load to bear
and it's a long, long way to heaven
but I gotta get there

Can you send me an angel?
Please send me an angel
to guide me

Sometimes i feel

like a door with no key
and all the answers are locked away in me
and they're so hard to find
especially when I feel lost and so blind

But that's a lonely road to travel
and a heavy load to bear
and it's a long, long way to heaven
but I gotta get there

Can you send me an angel?
Please send an angel
to guide me

Cause I don't wanna feel
like a dove with no wings
and I don't wanna know
what a heart of stone sings

Cause that's a lonely road to travel
and a heavy load to bear
and it's a long, long way to heaven
but I gotta get there

Can you send me an angel?
Please send me an angel
to guide me..

[NovemberNövelet]

In Silence

Lying on the floor of stone
Surpressed and naked, alone
Forgotten, hidden so deep
Shaking and shivering in the sleep
Chained by wrist and hand
The mind is caught in the underland
Stuck in the web of torture and pain
Living in vain to die again

Never a sound or scream
From the being in my dream
Always so peaceful and calm
Deep cuts in the left hand's palm
A pentagram to symbolize
This being's evil murder device
In deed it's evil and cruel
Human blood, it's only fuel

Crying silently without fear
Her blood on the neck, moist from a tear
Silent and peaceful, evil yet calm
Carve another sign in the palm
Never a cry, never a yell
And finally, saved by the bell
The creature kneeling rise and walk
Without snoring, no more talk
She sleeps and dies
In silence


The whispering wind calls my name
Lighting the cross with the ice-cold flame
Black roses stings my feet and toes
As the path continues towards my foes
The ones who hate me and the ones who care
Will you enter, will you dare?

[alohamora]

shis te ir vieniigais dzelolis anglju valodaa, kas man ir maajaas. man jau patiik.

V. Shekspiirs
Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag tho wander'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.

So long as man can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Šo rakstu rediģēja alohamora: 14.12.2004 17:02

[NovemberNövelet]

Flower Of Love (Oscar Wilde)

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the
larger day.

From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song,
Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong.

Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enamelled meed.

I had trod the road which Dante treading saw the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening, as they opened to the Florentine.

And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without
name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of
Fame.

I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre's strings are ever strung.

Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out the poppy-seeded wine,
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead, clasped the hand of noble love in
mine.

And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the burnished bosom of the dove,
Two young lovers lying in an orchard would have read the story of our love;

Would have read the legend of my passion, known the bitter secret of my heart,
Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted as we two are fated now to part.

For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by the cankerworm of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered petals of the rose of youth.

Yet I am not sorry that I loved you -ah! what else had I a boy to do? -
For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.

Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest, and when once the storm of youth is
past,
Without lyre, without lute or chorus, Death the silent pilot comes at last.

And within the grave there is no pleasure, for the blindworm battens on the
root,
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree of Passion bears no fruit.

Ah! what else had I to do but love you? God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the Cytheraean rising like an argent lily from the sea.

I have made my choice, have lived my poems, and, though youth is gone in wasted days,
I have found the lover's crown of myrtle better than the poet's crown of bays.

[ils]

Viena no maoru (Jaunzēlandes iedzimto) mīlas dziesmam.

Pokarekare Ana
- na P.H. Tomoana

Pokarekare ana
nga wai o Waiapu,
Whiti atu koe hine
marino ana e.

E hine e
hoki mai ra,
Ka mate au i
te aroha e.

Tuhituhi raku reta
tuku atu taku ringi,
Kia kite to iwi
raru raru ana e.

E hine e
hoki mai ra.
Ka mate au i
te aroha e.

E kore te aroha
e maroke i te ra,
Makuku tonu i
aku roimata e.

E hine e
hoki mai ra.
Ka mate au i
te aroha e.

Whati whati taku pene
ka pau aku pepa,
Ko taku aroha
mau tonu ana e.

E hine e
hoki mai ra.
Ka mate au i
te aroha e.

(sung slowly)

English lyrics by Sam Freedman (not a literal translation):

How placid are the ripples
Of restless Waiapu,
Dear they know of your returning,
From far across the sea.

Dear Heart of mine,
I'll wait for thee,
My love is thine alone,
to eternity.

You have written me a letter,
And you signed it with a kiss,
When I answer this evening,
I will simply tell you this.

Dear Heart of mine,
I'll wait for thee,
My love is thine alone,
to eternity.

The stars are shining brightly,
Silver jewels in the sky,
No star can match the lustre
in your lovely eyes.

Dear Heart of mine,
I'll wait for thee,
My love is thine alone,
to eternity.

We'll be wed on your returning,
In love for evermore,
Dear, I'll always be faithful,
To the one whom I adore.

Dear Heart of mine,
I'll wait for thee,
My love is thine alone,
to eternity.

[Aiva]

Please don’t cry
I can’t stand the looks you give me
Please don’t cry
I don’t know what to do
I caught you looking at me today
I saw the redness in your eyes
When you saw me look at you
You turned your head away
You know I’m at a distance
It’s the way I have to stay
I’m afraid that I’ll hurt you
That the reason you cry is because of me
I don’t know what to do
You must hate me for it
I just don’t know how to comfort you
Please tell me how to help you
All I want is for you to smile
To show me the reason I love you
I wanna see your eyes light up
To prove not all is lost.

© Lannah Arder

[Dragon-Girl]

Man vienmer ir paticis sis dzejolis

If There's...

If there's one face I want to see,
so beautiful, so true,
one smile that makes a difference,
to everything I do.

If there's one touch I long to feel,
one voice I long to hear,
whenever I am happy,
or just needing someone near.

If there's one joy, one love,
from which I never want to part,
it's you, my very special love,
my world, my life, my heart.

- John Ragland -

[ils]

http://www.contemplator.com/sea/index.html
Jūras un jūrnieku dziesmas angļu valodā, nezinu vai tur ir kāda mīļa. Skatieties paši!

[ils]

http://www.lyricsbox.com/joe-dassin-zzkjs.html

The Life Is Sung, The Life Is Cried
by Joe Dassin
album:

The life is sung, the life is cried
It is changing as the colors
the life ignites, the life dies out
And without resentment, anything rhyme with nothing

A seventy year old child
A returned to his life without to have understood anything
an Indian close to the Lake Michigan
In civil costume orders a whisky
a girl left the Earth an extinct volcano
has just awaked Some share
a solitary sailor started to sing
The life is sung,
the life is cried It is changing as the colors

the life ignites, the life dies out
And without resentment, anything rhyme with nothing

In dix-heuf a hundred and ninety California become an ocean
In Africa in a new country a singer of Europe becomes president
a girl went on Venus a new Lazare is ressucity Some share
a sailor moreover started to sing started to sing

The life is sung, the life is cried
It is changing as the colors
the life ignites, the life dies out
And without resentment, anything rhyme with nothing

Citi teksti nav angliski.

[Aiva]

FRIEND

A warm handclasp,
A fond embrace,
A friendly smile
When face to face...

A cheerful greeting
Which seems to say
That you're concerned
This makes my day.

I sense a gladness
When we meet
Upon the stair
Or on the street.

Your sparkling eye
This simple act
Makes glad my heart,
Now, that's a fact!

~By Louis Everett Downing~


F.R.I.E.N.D.S.H.I.P.

F is for the
funny things you say
that make me smile.

R is for the
radiant way you light
up my life.

I is for the
intelligence that you
have shown you possess.

E is for the
excellence you strive for
each and every day.

N is for the
nice things you say
and do.

D is for the
daring things that you
say once in awhile.

S is for the
way you selfishlessly
give of yourself.

H is for your
helping way I know I can count on.

I is for the
interesting things
you share with me.

P is for the
passion you have for life.

All of these letters
represent a quality
that I believe you possess...

~Author Unknown~


A FRIEND SHOULD BE RADICAL...

A Friend should be radical,
They should love you
when you're unlovable,
Hug you when you're unhuggable,
And bear with you
when you're unbearable.

A Friend should be fanatical;
They should cheer
when the whole world boos,
Dance when you get good news,
And cry when you cry too.

But most of all,
A friend should be mathematical,
They should multiply the joy,
Divide the sorrow,
Subtract the past,
And add to tomorrow,
Calculate the need
deep in your heart,
And always be bigger
than the sum of all their parts.

~Author unknown~

Šo rakstu rediģēja Aiva: 13.10.2005 09:04