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23.10.2017

Born in the autumn

Born in the autumn
you may think she's a pessimist
But, actually
she lives her life with out bets.
When it's harder,
Everything is very fine.
If it rains,
what a wonderful weather.
 
Nothing is bad
Nothing is hard
She says all the time
The story, anyway
can't be written by you
you're just a poor actor!
 
Born in the autumn
of 1975
She's dancing funky
and it's all so cool!
 
She doesn't want
to become something
Not even
to be a star!...
 
Nothing is bad
Nothing is hard
She says all the time
The story, anyway
can't be written by you
you're just a poor actor!
 
Nothing is bad, hard
She says all the time
The story, anyway
can't be written by you
you're just a poor actor!
 
Nothing is bad
Nothing is hard
She says all the time
 
21.10.2017

Autumn emotion

The autumn has arrived,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet,
With the shadow of you.
 
The autumn has arrived,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet,
With the shadow of you.
 
I fear I will no longer see you at times
And I will grow sharp wings up to the clouds
And you will hide in a foreign eye
And it will close on you with an absinth leaf.
 
And then I get close to the stones and shut up,
I take the words and drown them in the sea,
I whistle the moon, I rise it and turn it
Into a great love.
 
The autumn has arrived,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet,
With the shadow of you.
 
The autumn has arrived,
Cover my heart with something,
With the shadow of a tree or better yet,
With the shadow of you.
 
I fear I will no longer see you at times
And I will grow sharp wings up to the clouds
And you will hide in a foreign eye
And it will close on you with an absinth leaf.
 
And then I get close to the stones and shut up,
I take the words and drown them in the sea,
I whistle the moon, I rise it and turn it
Into a great love.
 
03.10.2017

All my days

All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 
My beautiful one, take my life and do whatever you want with it,
It is yours, anyways, and I will not change.
My beautiful one, take my life and do whatever you want with it,
It is yours, anyways, and I will not change.
 
I keep your love in my soul
And your touch,
Whatever it would be, I won”t lie to you,
My love, my love...
 
All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 
I am lucky, everything is wonderful because I met you,
I cannot believe, my soul, that I am the chosen one.
I am lucky, everything is wonderful because I met you,
I cannot believe, my soul, that I am the chosen one.
 
I keep your love in my soul
And your touch,
Whatever it would be, I won”t lie to you,
My love, my love...
 
All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 
My beautiful one, take my life and do whatever you want with it,
It is yours, anyways, and I will not change.
My beautiful one, take my life and do whatever you want with it,
It is yours, anyways, and I will not change.
 
I am lucky, everything is wonderful because I met you,
I cannot believe, my soul, that I am the chosen one.
I am lucky, everything is wonderful because I met you,
I cannot believe, my soul, that I am the chosen one.
 
I keep your love in my soul
And your touch,
Whatever it would be, I won”t lie to you,
My love, my love...
 
All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 
All days and all nights
I would give them to you if I could,
All days and all nights
I keep them for you. I love you so much!
 
05.08.2017

Autumn Waltz

At windows, autumn plays a funeral march
In monotone, a waltz of mourning ... - Come,
Let's waltz, my darling, through the drawing-room
To the tune of autumn's mortuary dirge.
 
Listen, as the music clearly sounds
Across the stately, antique, solemn park, -
From sorrow-laden wooden instruments
At windows, autumn plays a funeral march.
 
Now as the waltz sighs, softly whispering,
O let me clasp you to me now ... - And come,
Let's waltz, my darling, shrieking as we turn
To the tune of autumn's mortuary dirge.
 
04.08.2017

Monosyllables of Autumn

Autumn strikes my window with metal leaves,
wind.
Unbearable silence, a thought, an animal:
tired.
 
In my room the silent floor snaps:
crack!
Shadows jump all over the empty, silent
place.
 
I try to write.  In vain.
Scratch.
The lamp shudders.  My years and yours
pass.
 
Should I lie on the bed?  Close my eyes?
Chance.
Hope will slowly fall into emptiness
all.
 
Will times ever be normal?
Bis.
Autumn strikes the window with metal leaves.
Dream.