Sõnale day leiti 70 luuletust
ONE HAPPY DAY
I have seen the darkness
Very closely -
Blurry eyes, poor vision, empty sight...
I have done a loving act from distance,
Far remotely...
Now the very darkness seems so
Freaking bright...
I want my Baby walking by me
Hand in hand,
Would like to show and teach him ways
The life is beautiful...
And wish one happy day he makes
The safest land',
Still remembering the flight and
Steps on cloudy sand
So colourful<3
/Mari*Uri/
Dragon's Birthday
Today is a special day,
you're a year younger
and much wiser.
Dragon, it's your birthday!
The shiny candles
on a homemade cake.
Gifts are gathered for you
and sparkling drinks on the table
We're here to wish you a happy Birthday
on a unique and heartwarming day!
You
Everytime you´re like a wild rose by the evening light
Everytime you´re like an angel in the morning twilight
There´s always a goddess in your tender lovely eyes
Everytime you´re like a bird flying alone in the lover´s sky
And your beauty won´t fade away, I swear it´s no lie
There´s always something special about your smile
You are so beautiful, I must tell the world about you
You are so beautiful, believe me it´s so true
You are a wild angel just for me
You are my symphony
You are a wild angel just for me
You are my destiny
Everytime you´re like a wild rose to me n .....
The Cranberries - Sunday
Oh, kas sa tead,
kuhu minna?
Kuhu minna?
Midagi on su mõtteis
Tahad mind maha jätta
Tahad mind maha jätta
Sa keerutad mind ringi
Minu jalad on õhus
Ma ei tea, kus ma seisan
Kas sa pead mul käest kinni hoidma?
Sa müstifitseerid mind
Sa müstifitseerid mind
Sa müstifitseerid mind
Oh, kui sa tuppa astud
Juhtus kõik nii äkki
Ma ei tahtnud teada
Sest sul on tõesti minna vaja
Sa müstifitseerid mind
Sa müstifitseerid mind
Sa müstifitseerid mind
Oh
Ja ma ei leidnud sõnu
Öelda, et armastan sind
Ja ma ei suutnud leida aega
Öelda, et vajan sind
See ei tulnud .....
Sugar Ray - Someday
Ühel päeval, kui mu elu on möödunud
Ma leban ja imestan, miks sa alati olid mulle olemas
Ühel viisil, mööduja silmade läbi
Ma otsin teist võimalust ja hääbun ära
Lihtsalt sule oma silmad ja ma viin sind sinna
See koht on soe ja muretu
Ujume sügavsinises meres
Ma hakkan minema ja sina haarad mind
Mõni ütleb, et paremad asjad tulevad meie teele
Olenemata sellest, mida nad üritavad öelda, olid sa alati mulle olemas
Mõnel moel, kui päike hakkab paistma
Kuulen laulu teisest ajast ja hääbun ära
Ja hääbun ära
Lihtsalt sule oma silmad ja ma viin sind sinna
.....
Who's who
Biggest nazi on these days
biggest danger biggest threat
Putin walks on nazi ways
Sergei is only faithful pet
Against the russians they own will
he sends the soldiers brother-kill
he doesnt think he doesnt care
what is the cost you have to clear
Russian nation big and proud
please dont play and take him down
take his insane smile and crown
russian peole big and proud
Russian mates you need no war
take him jail and slam the door
there is no need to kill your friends
you better take him- and that ends
Whos the nazi- its the word
that means someone against some will
.....
In the end
In the eve
of all my days
I will leave
will stop my ways
Where to go
what will be next
noone knows
no written text
But inside me
is my belief
is solid strong
that we will see
But now they're waiting
holding breath
but they are waiting
where I belong
My life was gift
my death is way
please let me drift
please let me go
Oh you still have
some words to say
say them please
and let me go
I will go
and you will stay
no need to cry
no need for pray
At the end
of all my nights
need no tears
just memorize
Once a year
turn little lights
please dont send
me m .....
In the nights
in the bottom of all nights
almost without any lights
i can see you but no clear
i definitely like i swear
i like your body outline shades
if i only find that trades
i wish more - i think its tough
i dont feel you close enough
eager voice without the fake
said "cant wait- dont think just take"
then we laid just with no clothes
with no meaning- with no proud
in the middle of next day
we have bearly something say
in the other hand i know
darkness brings us other show
midnight means us simple wishes
simple you and me and flight
just a body heat and kisses
just surrend .....
I wear darkness
i wear something dark in heart
even deeper than your will
you can try but never hurt
you cant touch it- dont have skill
why you wilful still have hope
i cant be no more precise
i have only way down slope
you're the victim i'm the price
in my darkest shade of soul
there is hidden all my faith
trying read it biggest foul
try to understand not hate
above the level of the sea
above my deepest place of dark
i can plant another me
i can grow another heart
all your patenty in life
gives me sometimes short belief
darkful soul contain some light
darkness dives more even deep .....
Summer Memory
The door ajar, I stood at point of day,
Tiptoe for you and with awakened eyes.
The suns gold slipper trod the gravelled way,
The grasses spilled their dews in glad surprise-
And then you came out of a mist of flowers
That clung and swayed like knots of butterflies!
When afterwards we two, in softened hours,
Walked through the fields of rye all red for reaping,
I felt as if my heart obeyed new powers:
The old in me seemed either dead or sleeping,
And as I glimpsed the poppies fluttering fire,
An eager pleasure set my pulses leaping.
And you, these sang, could give me my desire.
Night
Over the garden the moons tide tumbles;
Shrubs are shaken by gusts and tremblings;
Pathways ribbon with sudden dissemblings
Towards the threshold where false foot stumbles.
Out of the soil of midnight, tender,
Lift my arms white tendrils and, weaving,
Motion to someone shadowy and absent,
Someone who tarries somewhere, perhaps may not be existent.
Oh, do I fear the days of torrid splendour,
Nights full of flowers? Oh, do I fear when I see that
These would not yield to the ultimate depths of my choosing?
My heart is breaking little by little
As a ripe pomegranate, skin parched brittle,
Breaks: .....
Ecstasy
Ah, earthly life burns in a myriad splendours
Not even deaths dark hazard can destroy.
I yield, a willing prisoner, to joy;
I never sorted with discreet pretenders.
And as the shaken glaucous wave engenders
Spindrift, so my green falling silks deploy
A froth, and all is stripped to the last toy,
And, caught in ecstasy, my sense surrenders.
Why does the blossom wanton in the light,
The blue horizon lure me to its border?
My body too is of their bent and order:
My every nerve vibrates to rapt delight,
And I distrain my life of its last treasure
As if my mounting days had brimmed their measure.
Christmas Greetings 1941
I walk the silent, Christmas-snowy path,
that goes across the homeland in its suffering.
At each doorstep I would like to bend my knee:
there is no house without mourning.
The spark of anger flickers in sorrow's ashes,
the mind is hard with anger, with pain tender:
there is no way of being pure as Christmas
on this white, pure-as-Christmas path.
Alas, to have to live such stony instants,
to carry on one's heart a coffin lid!
Not even tears will come any more -
that gift of mercy has run out as well.
I'm like someone rowing backwards:
eyes permanently set on past -
backwards, yes - yet reach .....
A Tailor Called Sorrow
Yesterday in drizzling rain
on the road,
depression came
with its scissors open.
He put unhappy shirts
around the necks
of children,
and stitched black markings
on the lives of others.
Around the red faces
the tailor called sorrow
let a cloth with death silk
in it
hang,
and mingled white basting thread
in their hair.
If it was so
If your eyes could really see,
would you see what comes to be?
If mirrors would show us our fate,
would you stare and take the hate?
If love was given all to free,
Would it mean so much to me?
If true lovers never met,
Would they be a hopeless wreck?
If you could only do what's right,
Would we distinguish day from night?
If life was endless and controlled,
Would you always act as told?
If you stopped and walked away,
What would really make you stay?
If you could have all you wanted,
Would you give up all you have?
March to the end
Passage must be written.
Before the day is done.
Unless all saints are rotten.
And end of days has come.
Water burns like fire.
And air has turned to dust.
With each step we will tire.
But march on we now must.
The gates of hell await.
Whom never really knew.
To give before you take.
And help the weakest through.
Selfless are the ones.
Who even when it burns.
Help the helpless ones.
And give out all their turns.
Right, Freddy
Why are things the way they are?
How have we moved out so far?
Don't you miss some real intention?
Love and hope, dreams and potential?
Once a word meant all we had.
When you touched another's hand.
Or when a smile lit up your day.
Like winter moon or sun in may.
How can we still love and care?
If all we do is kill and tare.
To me that shows, we are not ready.
Is that right, my dear friend Freddy?
