Sõnale fire leiti 24 luuletust (pop)
There was a hidden meaning in every word I ever said to you and you should know what is true
About the thing called love you´re a real heartbreaker and you broke my heart into two
I´m feeling so lonely through the night,lying in my bed
I will follow the moon in the midnight hour and I will see tonight a wild wild rose on black lace
Found myself lonely drowning in my tears,this time anymore I can´t trust your pretty face
I´m feeling sadness over you through the day,I´m feeling so sad
It would take me forever to find a place where my heart belongs
I´m tired of sadness and I´m tire .....
So much love
we use to hold
but he put out the fire
and left me cold.
He took his love
gave it away
when all I wanted
was for him to stay.
I tried to move on
with someone new
what else was I
supposed to do?
He came back
and didn't know
I saw his face
and wished he’d go.
Now my love
is kept a hush
trying to believe
it was just a crush.
And when we meet again
which I’m sure we will
all that was
will be there still.
I’ll let him pass
hold my breath
so he will think
there’s no love left.
But he will know
this is a lie
my feelings .....
A Heart Full Of Little Fluffy Butterflies
I have poison in my veins,
I feel it pumping, I’m not the same.
My heart keeps whispering your name
And you can hear it but you’re oceans away.
How do you read my soul?
I thought it was secret, you know...
As a day into a night you’ve grown
Close to my heart, where wind used to blow.
I’m sorry but your eyes
Look like the starlit skies.
You bring a fire into mine
And my heart is full of little fluffy butterflies.
I smile and I smile
Thinking back to our time.
Your kisses, unable to deny,
Give me my wings to fly.
I’m scared to feel this way,
Not going to lie. .....
Early love sets a-fire
Beauty and affection is all it desires
Happy songs sing while wedding bells ring
Next thing you know “shush! The baby’s sleeping”
Memories of your life soon spread like wild fire
Causing trouble in the time it acquire
Burning this and burning that, with no actual aspire
Since all your affairs were wrapped in barbwire
But that wasn't enough to hide the lighter of
All the sinful flames that you had inspire
Because Eddie married May but soon admired
The hips that would sway a girl in the church choir
When You are gone...
When You`re gone,
the house seems cold and empty
Only echoes of your voice are bouncing between walls
I`m sitting by the fire place
You asked to lit
I did it, but You ran
and weren`t warmed up
You left as frozen statue
I saw how cold You were.
Now, where the heck You are?
Do You have the cosy heat?
Or are You in some place cold?
You need a cushy blanket?
Please come home
so everybody could sleep well
also have a wonderfull morning
without worries, somethings could bring.
-Janek V. 2011
The ghosts are out in force tonight
silent convergence on midnight
the closes and kirks are empty
the foot of the mile is still
the Holy Rood has taken to ground
wraiths are gathering on the hill
I sat in trembling wonder
took a lashing from the rain
saw strange twinkles shaping symbols
searched for her in fever again
Two bootfulls of mud
a skinfull of water
a head full of fire
and two souls asunder
breathing stalled, I seek one out
among those milling on the crest
who holds me in her gentle thrall
though life has stilled within her .....
Christmas in Never Ever Land
There´s no snow behind his window
There´s no warmth in fireplace
Bowl of gingerbreads on table
But no flavor and no taste
He can hear the church bells ringing
And the carols from afar
Someone´s calling him and singing
Come and get your gift, my love
It´s christmas in the Netherlands
It´s christmas in New York
But in the Never Ever Land
There are no merry dwarfs
It´s christmas in the fairytale
It´s christmas in my song
And even from the christmas sales
One could bring some along
Christmas eves are filled with laughter
Holy nights are filled with joy
But the Neve .....
I hate the categories like
Something’s wrong and something’s right
I don’t know neither law nor moral
Don’t go by bible or by choral.
I want the life to be in flower,
To „carpe diem“ every hour.
We’re rational and get things done
But when it comes to having fun
We do not act as is our due
and deviate from habitude
yet in our rhapsodys
we can feel the vibes
What i don’t like is insincereness
And with this song i’ll try to be less:
Was scared that some day i’d back out
Like young and temerous boyscout
Wow-wow, this pleasure race went through my veins and straight to core
Sincere and warm, sensual and slightly crafty
This venturesome adventure, made myself to go, bit beyond.
Behind my pain, open up a bit
Hahaa, just to gain another fucking hit
To free fall and drown
But then again I´ll rise and play the fire games.
All those times I´ve been afraid, now I spit to this two-faced kind
It felt so good, it relieved the blablabla inside my brain.
Its such a gain, but shame on me if I wont again regain....
1042017 Janek V.
Powerful vibrations of inner warmth
disrupts the reality.
Soft colours of just a touch,
connected by the roots of
A journey in to the abyss
from what an firebird reunites with the world.
Common sense of chaos and disorder...
Play it with an tape recorder.
Igavene, kaduv kui virvendav silmapete,
lihtsameelne, haudun lihtsa meetme,
kirjad teele, neile, kes hindavad hetke,
heidan ette, siirus südames ainus reegel,
vabaduse poole, kandes tundeid millel koorem,
pelgupaik on remondi ootel, rohked ohked,
enne kui kohale jõudsid oli pool koolend,
ületamas norme, kõnes avar, kõrvetamas tonte,
vastandub luules, karastub julges, muusikast sai..
mu unelm, igat sõda südamest välja lugend,
pead murdes, tean, et hull mees, avameelselt suhtleb,
tabas end ja nuhtles, selgroogu õgvendamas,
aastakümmnetest mis riimid paberile põletavad
Cold or not
I can wait for minutes or hours.
Years, centuries wasting my powers.
I can find, what others can not.
Remain cold, when the fire is hot.
Am I good or am I bad?
How to tell my story so sad?
I am as I was made to be!
Sometimes locked and sometimes free.
I can burn like fires of Eden!
Or freeze up time by just breathing.
But boring with me will be not.
Whether I'm cold today or hot.
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.
Life is a deception with bewitching longing
Life is a deception with bewitching longing
That’s why she’s so strong
What with your rough hand
Fatal writes letters.
I always close my eyes
I say: “Only disturb my heart,
Life is a deception, but sometimes it is
Decorates with joys a lie.
Face the gray sky
Fortune telling on the moon
Calm down mortal and don't demand
The truth that you do not need. "
Good in bird cherry blizzard
To think that this life is a path
Let the easy friends deceive
Let easy friends change.
Let me caress with a gentle word
Let the tongue be sharper than razors, -
I live long read .....
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
Ma tõusen purustades lage
ma tõusen purustades lage
kus äsja kõndis kirjanik
ta tuba äkki mööblist lage
ja kukub kellgi ajalik
tiibklaver tõstab oma tiiva
ja viimsepäevahääli teeb
siis kukub kive krohvi liiva
Firenze tassid sodiks teeb
mu õlad läbivad parketi
selg sisse surub puhvetist
üks sõnaraamat saksa-läti
on tõusnud lendu riiulist
ma kahetsen ja tunnen muret
kuid ennast pidama ei saa
on lapsed all ja naine Maret
mu jalgu krampund hirmuga