J'allais squatter l'fond d'un jardin Un p'tit bout d'terre ou y avait rien Rien qu'un p'tit arbre pour se percher Et d'l'herbe, si tu v'nais a tomber
Sables de vieux os - Le flot rale Des glas : crevant bruit sur bruit ... - Palud pale, ou la lune avale De gros vers, pour passer la nuit. - Calme de
Kristallne Luft Macht, diese Atmosphaere Einziehende Kaelte seh ich die Eiskoenigin dieser Atmosphaere Mach die Augen zu und spuere diese Atmosphaere
Manche Menschen suchen die Wahrheit in den Traeumen, aber was ich dir erzaehlen moechte ist kein Traum, Traeume sind wirr und truegerisch. Ausgestossen
Der Wald, ein leerer, abweisender Ort, eine Halle mit einem Dach aus starken Aesten, das von den Saeulen der Staemme gestuetzt wird. Der Fruehling
Ich werde von den Gefuehlen an die Herrscher des Kriegens/Jagens erinnert: Fletschende Zaehne und Geraeusche der Waffen, welche auf Fleisch auftreffen
The landscape is changing The landscape is crying Thousands of acres of forest are dying Carbon copies from the hills above the forest line Acid streams
And let there be life One space, a universe. Our world, born like a blind child One confined habitat. And asks the same questions that we ask. And
(1) Come from the land where the wheat is still wheat Where the waters in the rivers is still water In this land every man lends a hand when you need
Turn around, what you see? People - robots, life - in chains, Insenity corrupts our minds Earth is dying, worldas demise... & Freedom is just a dream,
My heart bleeds when you're not around, mend it with your touch, to touch your face is to dream, ending in a nightmare, wake me up, i'm lying next to
(robert fripp) Instrumental
My mind has been building worlds Where as a king I reign or lay in slavery I take the dust of Gods To hold the divine sand "To see a world in a grain
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Come on and walk with me Through this landscape of love Come on and walk with me Through this landscape of love Come on and walk with me Through this
I come from the land where the wheat is still wheat Where the water in the rivers is still water In this land, every man lends a hand when you need it
The landscape is changing, the landscape is crying Thousands of acres of forest are dying Carbon copies from the hills above the forest line Acid streams