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My Images

Thoughts that rain down around the things
that come to mind together with you—
images placed there in front of the sun
like clouds in the sky.
 
Just like a cry, I am weeping
and I know that I will cry for you—
for you who go away—
for you who go away.
 
Thoughts whispered by your lips—
thoughts that become words—
those only words that you will not speak to me:
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
 
Just like a cry, I am weeping
and I know that I will cry for you—
for you who go away—
for you who go away.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I remember your hair on the pillow—
your room painted pink.
I remember your loose hair in the wind.
 

Hello

Hello—it seemed like saying to one another, I love you—
and the eyes answered, I love you.
 
Hello—even if someone else can say to you, 'hello, I love you,'
that would just be a greeting and go no further.
You know, it would be very exciting to see you again,
to tell you at that time how I love you, I love you.
 
Hello—fantastic dreams of my castles in the air—vanished—
then returning to me as in a fairy tale.
You will stay with me, you will remain
because I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love you.
 
You know, it would be very exciting to see you again,
to tell you then how I love you, I love you.
 
Hello—fantastic dreams of my castles in the air—vanished—
then returning to me as in a fairy tale.
You will stay with me, you will remain
because I love you, I love you, I love you.
I love you.
 

Listen, My God

Please listen to the voice
of those who have faith in you, oh my God.
The fury of a sea breaks in the heart
of a sea of love because
she has gone away from me—
leaving me alone to cry in my sorrow.
 
My God—hidden in a cloud—
I saw her running away from me.
Listen to me in the dark without sun.
I will go, I will stay, I will shout, I will search.
But let me find myself again for my mother.
Oh, oh my God, for my mother.
 
My God—hidden in a cloud—
I saw her running away from me.
Listen to me in the dark without sun.
I will go, I will stay, I will shout, I will search.
But let me find myself again for my mother.
Oh, oh my God, for my mother.
 
Oh, oh my God,
for my mother.
Oh, oh my God,
for my mother.
Oh, oh my God,
for my mother.
 

Fruit of the Sea

Fruit of the sea out of the water—
one summer day, the sea erases
the footprints in the sand as you come searching for me.
 
Then I look at you and you stop next to me
and we don't speak. No, we do not speak.
We take one another by the hand
and alone—alone—we go far, far away.
 
Fruit of the sea on the hot sand—
I squeeze you in my arms.
You are a fruit of the sea.
 
~~~~~
 
We take each other by the hand
and alone—alone—we go far—far, far away.
 
Fruit of the sea on the hot sand—
I squeeze you in my arms.
You are a fruit of the sea—
you are a fruit of the sea—
fruit of the sea.
 

Tell Me, Love

Tell me, love, what will become of me—
what will I do if you go away one day?
Oh, tell me, love, what will become of me—
who, like you, can I ever love again?
 
When the sun sets—it will set—
and the moon will rise.
Tell me, love, what will become of me—
what will I do if you leave me?
 
~~~~~
 
And the moon will rise.
 
Tell me, love, what will become of me—
what will I do if you leave me?
 
Oh, tell me, love,
what will become of me
if you leave me? ...
 

Talk to Me

Talk to me!
Put into words a few drops of joy—
a few drops of crying—
and then tell me that you love me.
 
But talk to me—
put into words some dream notes—
some life notes—
and then tell me that you love me.
 
What will you tell me, what will I tell you?
It will be like the road that will show the way—
like the one you'll tell me, like the one I'll tell you—
it will be like the light of our light.
 
But talk to me—
tell me with words
that there is no other dream,
there there is no other life
beyond me—
beyond you.
No, no, there is no other dream—
there is no other life.
 

Always, Always

Song—
you go into the dark of night—
you carry around a little of the blue
that you stole from his eyes.
 
Song—
the moon is also crying
and it rains down
so much light around me.
 
Forever will I love you.
Forever will I dream about
all of the love that
you gave to me.
I will take with me
just a little bit of you—
but the sadness is great
that you give me.
 
Words
of my happiest days—
words
that those who love will understand.
Time will pass but
will not erase
the dreams that I lived
together with you.
Always, always
will I love only you
in my life.
 
Words
of my happiest days—
words
that those who love will understand.
Time will pass but
will not erase
the dreams that I lived
with you.
Always,
always
will I love only you
in my life.
 

The Ballad of a Better Man

Versions: #2
He was at the top of his class
but nobody wanted him.
Every day was something new
and he laughed at it all.
Then life stole it away
without ever giving him more than a taste.
He was satisfied with that
up until the point that he got fed up with it.
 
He wanted to pick daisies
but the fields were no longer in bloom.
There was a tangle of many vines
that already were taking over the bleak field.
He thought nothing of that—he laughed at it—
pressing forward pleased him.
He went in search of something
that he did not know but that he sensed.
 
He went in search of something
that he had inside called love.
A mouth and two black eyes
did not satisfy his thirst
for the illumination that he sought.
The net did not trap him.
Music transported him
to where nothing disturbed him—
with a drumroll that thrilled him
until he put a stop to it.
 
A daisy struck his forehead
and a red flower opened for him.
This was his reward for a life
that had earned its freedom.
 
Out of this is born a field of daisies
and together with others he will remain—
he won't have a name among so many vines—
he will not be the best but he will be a better man.
 

My Poetry

You were the one for me—
alone and only mine.
I felt only you.
I spoke only to you.
There was no wind to carry you away.
 
You were my poetry—you were my poetry.
 
A poet, a poet,
a poet I felt myself with you.
And I sang the most beautiful things—
the greatest and sweetest things for you.
 
I spoke to the moon—
I spoke to the stars—
to everything about you.
And the most beautiful dreams in the world
in the depths of your eyes—
I searched for them with you.
 
A poet, a poet,
a poet I felt myself with you,
and I sang the most beautiful things—
the greatest and sweetest things for you—
to your genius, to your genius.
 
You were a poem, my poetry...
...to your genius, to your genius.
You were a poem, my poetry—
you were a poem, my poetry—
you were a poem, my poetry...
 

A Great Love

Versions: #2
A great love—
as great as the world.
You brought to me the beauty of a morning—
a smile to my eyes—
a smile that now is no longer there.
 
You were a great love—
greater than the world.
You erased with a moment of life
all of the sadness of my past
much as the dawn gives birth to a day from night.
 
You were here first—
I now pass many nights just waiting—
so many improvised verses while dreaming,
hugging a pillow in my arms—
and I see you again.
 
It was a great love,
greater than the world.
You brought to me the beauty of a morning—
a smile to my eyes—
a smile that now is no longer there.
 
You were here first—
I now pass many nights just waiting—
so many improvised verses while dreaming,
hugging a pillow in my arms—
and I see you again.
 
It was a great love—
greater than the world.
You brought to me the beauty of a morning—
a smile to my eyes—
a smile that now is no longer there.
 

Love Story

Thank you, my love,
to have challenged
the whole world together with me—
to have tried
another life at my side—
to have been wrong
and then paid even more—
together with me.
 
Thank you because I know
that this love
will never end.
Even if the world
collapses around us,
I will not cry—
somehow I will manage
to say goodbye.
 
But telling you goodbye is not possible—
to think of you and not to smile—
to not be there in your eyes.
But no—I'm not saying goodbye
because you live in me.
We are now
the earth and the tree—
the light, the sun—I know nothing more,
I know nothing more.
 
Thank you, my love—
from this night forward,
I will only come back to you—
from your glass
I will drink as usual—
onto your pillow
I will slide my hand—
and you will be there.
 
Onto your pillow
I will slide my hand—
and you will be there.
 

Next To Whom

Next to whom,
to whom, will I live—
now that you tell me that
you no longer love me?
 
Next to whom,
to whom, will I live—
to whom will I give all of the love
that I gave to you?
 
There is no more light in my room—
there is no more light in my life—
now that I know
that you will leave me.
 
Next to whom will I live?
To whom will I tell
the same things
that I told you?
 
Next to whom,
to whom, will I live—
to whom will I give all of the love
that I gave to you?
 
There is no more light in my room—
there is no more light in my life—
now that I know
that I will miss you.
 
Next to whom will I live?
To whom will I tell
the same things
that I told you?
 
Now that you tell me that
you do not love me anymore,
to whom will I give all love
that I gave to you?
 
There is no more light in my room—
there is no more light in my life—
now that I know
that I will miss you.
 

Like The Violets

Versions: #3
The violets have bloomed again
but they have no color for me.
That warm tenderness that you
carried in your eyes—
no—it is no longer there.
 
Like the violets, you too
shall return—
with you, you will bring back
the springtime.
 
You had my life—
you had my life in your arms.
You have gone away, I do not know—
You have gone away, with whom—
from my dreams.
 
Perhaps tomorrow—who knows—you will cry—
I know—when you understand my love.
Many springtimes will bloom again—
like the violets, you too
shall return.
 
Many springtimes will bloom again—
like the violets, you too
shall return.
 
Many springtimes will bloom again—
like the violets, you too
shall return.
 

little girl

little girl
on the sand tha it the desert
where the sea has deleted with a kiss your memories
 
little girl
even the sun that laughed
in love with your face
has gone along with you
 
i dont know your name
i dont know anything about you
but something of your days
that i have seen with you
has remained in your eyes
has remained in your eyes
tell me about you
 
little girl
a tear of the rain
that is falling from your face
with my cries for you
 
all those words that you told me stay like an echo
little girl
 
i dont know your name
i dont know anything about you
but something of your days
that i have seen with you
has remained in your eyes
has remained in your eyes
tell me about you
 
little girl
a tear of rain
is falling from your face
with my cries for you
all the words that you said to me stay like an echo
little girl
 

Hopelessly

Hopelessly will I love you, even if then
I will have to suffer the loss
of all good things, mine or ours—
good things such as you.
 
Stop loving you, no, never—
not even if your love brings me to tears—
in summer, love does not come right away
for those such as us.
 
But you pass by what you know is the truth that I tell you—
and then you awake and understand that life is here for you.
 
Hopelessly will I love you, even if then
I will have to suffer the loss
of all good things, mine or ours—
but I will go on living for you.
 
But you pass by what you know is the truth that I tell you—
and then you awake and understand that life is here for you.
 
Hopelessly will I love you, even if then
I will have to suffer the loss
of all beautiful things, mine or ours—
but I will go on living for you.
 

Archimedes the Pythagorean

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Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, I tell you friends,
knows how to invent the impossible—and then and then,
he always saves our heroes who get into trouble with secret formulas
known only to him.
But he gets distracted and forgets to ask for payment—
and a cent—no, no, he does not have a cent to his name.
 
Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, as we now know,
has the most electronic brain of anyone in the world.
He takes a wheel, four screws, and a bell—
then the pipe from a stove and a balloon pump—
fastening everything together with glue—and then “poof!”—
a huge flying saucer appears.
 
Where does he come from—he arrives with a “eh eh eh di”—
and with a brilliant idea that brings everyone to their feet.
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, I tell you friends,
I really wish he would come with a supersonic ray
on a visit to us here.
Using it over and over again to produce a nifty robot,
one able to move up and down and to perform work—
while we stay here all day and dance.
 
Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
Where does he come from—he arrives with a “eh eh eh di”—
and with a brilliant idea that brings everyone to their feet.
 
Archimedes the Pythagorean, I tell you friends,
I really wish he would come with a supersonic ray
on a visit to us here.
Using it over and over again to produce a nifty robot,
one able to move up and down and to perform work—
while we stay here all day and dance.
 
Archimedes—Archimedes—Archimedes
 
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But Last Night on the Beach

This year, you did not want to fall in love this way, this way—
as you did in some other summer.
This year, you always said you did not want any adventure—
that you did not want to fall in love at all.
 
But last night on the beach, I left with you,
and when I found you in my arms, we went into a dream.
But last night on the beach, surrounded by sand,
you whispered to me that it was your first time—
and the thought made me quiver—
and the sweet music of the sea washed over me.
 
On the beach, there is a boat that witnessed the promises
that we made to one another.
This year, you did not want to fall in love this way, this way—
as you have now done with me.
 
But last night on the beach, I left with you,
and when I found you in my arms, we went into a dream.
But last night on the beach, surrounded by sand,
you whispered to me that it was your first time—
and the thought made me quiver—
and the sweet music of the sea washed over me.
 
La la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la
 
But last night on the beach, I left with you,
and when I found you in my arms, we went into a dream.
 
Aaaahhhh—a dream!
 

Violins

Violins, I want to cry with you tonight—she will never return.
The room seems empty, but I want to keep things just as they always were.
 
Stars, where are you going? Why do not you speak to me anymore?
Stars, stop everything—maybe she will come back to me.
 
Violins, I want to cry with you tonight—play a little louder, louder.
 
I do not want people to understand that I am alone—
or to hear that I am crying out for you.
 
Stars, where are you going? Why do not you speak to me anymore?
Stars, stop everything—maybe she will come back to me.
 
If one day she will come back, I want you to believe
that I am not alone—
and I am happy—
and I am happy—
and I am happy.
 
Violins, I want to cry with you tonight—with you.
 

Concerto for Venice

The world always dies a little at a time—what you love in the end disappears—
and all that remains for us is dirty water and nothing more.
 
I love Venice as if Venice were a woman—maybe more.
And if I have to go away, even just for a little while,
when I think of home, I think of her.
 
The world knows you cannot—cannot abandon everything just like that.
Your palaces and churches—your entire history—where will all that go?
 
Venice is dying, but, if that is so, I could die with her.
Her lights are dimming but her heart—that, that heart is not.
 
But where, where will they go, the lovers,
and what will they dream, the lovers?
 
Venice always dies a little, but her concerto, no,
because otherwise perhaps I would die with her too.
 
I would die with her too.
 

At War with Everyone

As long as you you will not be mine— will not be my girl—
I will go to war—I will fight—for you, for you.
 
If I see you around a million other guys,
I will go to war with everyone—everyone—for you.
 
Do not ever listen to anyone who speaks poorly of me.
No, no, believe none of it—it is just all envy.
 
As long as you you will not be mine— will not be my girl—
I will go to war —I will fight—for you, for you.
 
Do not ever listen to anyone who speaks poorly of me.
No, no, believe none of it—it is just all envy.
 
As long as you you will not be mine— will not be my girl—
I will go to war —I will fight—for you, for you.
 
… at war with you—with you—with you.
 

The Sun of the Night

The sun of the night—I see it when you are here with me.
It is a sun that warms only those who love each other, like me and you.
 
By day, it does not exist when I am with another—and not with you.
It is a sun that smiles in your eyes when you speak about our love.
 
At night I call out to you—I reach for your hand—and I feel only mine.
I keep you close—and I am happy because to be with you is enough.
 
And all of the darkness that can hide our love is not here now.
And I can see above us, in the clear sky, this sun that shines down on us.
 
(The sun of the night—I see it when you are here with me.)
 
... when you are here with me ...
 
(It is a sun that warms only those who love each other, like me and you.)
 
At night I call out to you—I reach for your hand—and I feel only mine.
I keep you close—and I am happy because to be with you is enough.
 
The sun of the night comes forth at midnight—and rises only for us.
But it can warm up my whole life if we just believe in it.
 
The sun of the night comes out at midnight—only for us.
 
(The sun of the night—the sun of the night—only for us.)
 

Skies of Cardboard

Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
and on the skies of cardboard, let her fly.
 
I know that you are friends, and she listens to you—
that is why if you really love her, let her make the mistake.
It is not—it is not wealth that is worth more than love.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
she will go forth to enjoy her freedom—
and on the skies of cardboard, let her fly.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
with her illusions, one day she will fall—
and that the world is different, she will understand.
 
Now she is searching far and wide—who knows for what?
She knows not that she is already close to the thing that matters.
 
She does not know that in her hands, she already has this life of mine.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
she will go forth to enjoy her freedom—
and on the skies of cardboard, let her fly.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
with her illusions, one day she will fall—
and the world is different—
and that the world is different, she will understand.
 
She does not know that in her hands, she already has this life of mine.
 
Let her fly, let her fly, let her fly, let her fly—
with her illusions, one day she will fall—
and the world is different—
and that the world is different, she will understand—
she will understand—
she will understand.
 

The Usual Things

If you leave, you take my world away—my happiness.
I beg your pity—to reconsider.
 
If you leave, what am I to do with this life
of which I dedicated every moment to you?
 
You see, you’ll see that one day things will change—
they are the usual things that are always said—
but I cannot say more: I know you're everything.
 
If you leave, you take my world away—my happiness.
I know that I lose my tomorrow if you go.
 
You see, you’ll see that one day things will change—
they are the usual things that are always said—
but I cannot say more: I know you're everything.
 
If you leave, you take my world away—my happiness.
I know that I lose my tomorrow if you go.
 

The Ladder

Ha ah ah ah ah—ha ah ah ah ah—ha ah ah ah ah.
 
Yesterday I heard that on the moon
women are as tall as here—and perhaps even taller.
 
(Oh no, even taller—even more than our three meters tall!)
 
In that case, I will fly off in my spaceship
and when I arrive, I will have only one thing to say.
 
(What will you say? What will you say?)
 
Hey baby, let me climb up on a ladder—
until I reach you, and then kiss you many times—
to see how it feels—to kiss a lush mouth like that,
and to gaze into two large eyes like that.
 
Let me climb up— let me try it—soon!
 
Ha ah ah ah ah—ha ah ah ah ah—ha ah ah ah ah.
 
You must know that, on the contrary, the men
are only three feet tall—and nothing more!
 
(Oh no, nothing more—not more than three feet tall!)
 
Ha ha! Better to make something out of this heartbreak
and so I will fly to the moon and say this.
 
(What will you say? What will you say?)
 
Hey baby, let me climb up on a ladder—
until I reach you, and then kiss you many times—
to see how it feels—to kiss a lush mouth like that,
and to gaze into two large eyes like that.
 
Let me climb up— let me try it—soon!
 
Let me climb up (no, no).
But let me climb up (no, no, no).
Let me climb up (no, no, no, no)!
 
Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
 

Think Only of Me

Think only of me, think only of me
even if people speak poorly of me.
Believe only in me, believe only in me—
you simply cannot comprehend this strange world.
 
We are so, so envied because we are happy.
People want to trash our love
but you know that I have eyes only for you.
 
Think only of me, believe only in me—
and you will see that our love will never end.
 
Think only of me …
 
We are so, so envied because we are happy.
People want to trash our love
but you know that I have eyes only for you.
 
Think only of me, believe only in me—
and you will see that our love will never end.
 
Think only of me.
 
Think only of me.
 

On the Green Earth

We are (we are, we are, we are) suns (suns, suns, suns) on (on) the green earth.
 
My love (love, love, love), my love (love, love, love), we are (we are) suns (suns).
 
On the green earth, we hold hands, and we sink, and we sink.
 
This meadow is a sea that transports us far away—
if you say 'I love you,' if I say 'I love you.'
 
In the middle of the flowers looking at the golden sun,
we are happy without needing a reason.
Sweet dream that time will someday bring to an end
but our love will live on.
 
On the green earth we hold hands:
grass are we—flowers are we—to the sun of our love.
 
We are (we are, we are, we are) suns (suns, suns, suns) on (on) the green earth.
 
My love (love, love, love), my love (love, love, love), we are (we are) suns (suns).
 

Where Do You Go When You Sleep?

When the night comes and you sleep next to me,
I cannot follow you into your dreams—I remain far from you.
 
Where do you go when you sleep, where do you go, where do you go?
What do you do when you sleep, what do you do?
I do not want to slip into my dreams because you fall into yours without me.
 
Even if you then speak, you do not agree with me.
I can follow you in this world and walk along with you.
 
Where do you go when you sleep, where do you go, where do you go?
What do you do when you sleep, what do you do?
I do not want to slip into my dreams because you fall into yours without me.
 
Where do you go when you sleep, where do you go, where do you go?
What do you do when you sleep, what do you do?
I do not want to slip into my dreams because you fall into yours without me.
 
Where, where do you go when you sleep?
What, what are you doing?
Where, where do you go when you sleep?
 
Where, where do you go when you sleep?
What, what are you doing?
Where, where do you go when you sleep?
 

There Are Days

There are days when, and moments when,
I cannot even find a dog that—that wants to love me.
On the other hand, I personally hate dogs.
On the other hand, I personally hate dogs.
 
There are days when I would get on a train,
and head for a sunny place to warm me up a little.
On the other hand, I personally hate trains.
On the other hand, I personally hate trains.
 
There are days when I can only think of her,
and I hate the whole world.
There are days when I would consult a priest
because those who love are crucified, those who love are crucified.
 
There are days when—strange moments when
I feel like a master—who commands more than one king.
On the other hand, I personally hate masters.
On the other hand, I personally hate masters.
 
But there are days when I would get down on my knees to beg for the love
that she never gave me.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
 
There are days when I can only think of her,
and I hate the whole world.
There are days when I would consult a priest
because those who love are crucified, those who love are crucified.
 
But there are days when I would get down on my knees to beg for the love
that she never gave me.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
On the other hand, I personally hate to beg.
 

When evening comes

When evening comes,
I want you more
because others,
in the evening,
come back home
while the two of us
remain alone
on the deserted beach
that feels like a home
for us.
 
You know that during the day
to say things can be impossible—
all the things that two lovers say.
There are too many people—
there are too many people—
that keep me too far away from you.
 
When evening comes,
I want you more
when all else disappears
in the evening—
then there is only you.
 
When evening comes,
I want you more
when all else disappears
in the evening—
then there is only you—
only you—
only you.
 

I Was Born with You

As soon as I saw you, I fell in love.
As soon as you looked at me, I realized that
the sun was everywhere, the sun dawned on me.
Then the days of my life made sense.
 
I was born with you—on this night with you—
from the moment when you appeared to me.
I was born because you are now part of me—
perhaps, my love, you do not know the good you do me.
 
As soon as I saw you, I fell in love
And now that we kiss, I see that
for me you are the world. The world is perhaps better now
that I live my life because you exist.
 
I was born with you—on this night with you—
from the moment when you appeared to me.
I was born because you are now part of me—
perhaps, my love, you do not know the good you do me.
 
For to me you are the world. The world is perhaps better now
that I live my life because you exist.
 
I was born with you—on this night with you—
from the moment when you appeared to me.
I was born because you are now part of me—
perhaps, my love, you do not know the good you do me.
 
My Love, My Love, My Love …
 

A House Made of Silver

I will live without you in this house
that just yesterday was meant for two.
It was grander—it was made of silver—and today,
you are not there anymore—not there any more—
all the sadness in the world is all that is left.
 
Nothing in the world seemed more important
for me—for you—for our love.
 
And yet I feel something that opens everyday
more and more into a void that you knew how to fill with your smile.
And I will dream—and I will dream—of a house made of silver
that is no longer there …
 
… for you—for me—for our love.
 
And yet I feel something that opens everyday
more and more into a void that you knew how to fill with your smile.
And I will dream—and I will dream—of a house made of silver
that is no longer there—
no longer.
 

You Know

You know
how many things I want
from life, and if I want them—
and if I want them, I can have them—
yes, anything I want—
but I do not have you.
 
You know
I covet wealth,
and power, and if I want them—
and if I want them, I can have them—
yes, anything I want—
all of it just for me.
 
But you know
what I would like most?
Only your love.
And you know
without you all the rest,
no, it does not matter.
And with life so lonely,
it is useless to have it—
it is useless to have it—
because I do not have you.
 
Everything is futile, that is true.
All the rest does not matter—
if I do not have you—
if I do not have you—
you.