Sõnale walk leiti 31 luuletust
Manic Street Preachers - If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
"So if I can shoot rabbits then I can shoot fascists"
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas but not with real intent
.....
My Baby
My baby is walking and talking,
my baby is rolling and crawling,
my baby is looking around -
my baby is buzy!
My baby is kicking and picking,
my baby is grabbing and dragging,
my baby is playing around -
my baby is buzy!
My baby is singing and swinging,
my baby is thinking and blinking,
my baby is laying around -
my baby is buzy!
My baby does wiggle and giggle,
my baby does breathe and sneeze,
my baby does wonder around -
my baby is happy!
/Mari*Uri/
XXXVII
My love,
You invigorate
and nourish
devotion - worship
one efflorecing into obsession,
other into salacious thoughts.
You, my dearest
fill me
and are the one
my heart is besotted with -
it continuing to exalt
the very infinitesimal
parts of you.
You, my love,
are why
I'm meant to walk on this earth.
You, and only you,
are why
I'm
meant
to live
BE WITH YOU
I want to talk with you
I want to walk with you
I want to do everything
With you
By my side
I want to play with you
I want to lay with you
I want to synchronize all
That we hide
I want to sing a song
I want to make it long
I want everything sooner
And now
I want to be with you
I want to live with you
And never question
The reason
Or how
/Mari*Uri/
T-Bone Walker - Mean Old World
See on alatu vana maailm
Kullake, et üksinda elada
See on alatu vana maailm
Kullake, et üksinda elada
Ei saa naist, keda armastad
Sest sa tead, et ta armastab kedagi teist
No, ma joon, et mitte muretseda
Kullake, naeratan, et mitte nutma hakata
Jah, ma joon, et mitte muretseda
Ja tead, et ma naeratan, et mitte nutma hakata
See on selleks, et avalikkus sellest teada ei saaks
Just see, mis mul mõtteis on
Ühel päeval
Ühel päeval, kullake
Olen ma kuue jala sügavusel hauas
Ühel päeval
Ühel päeval, kullake
Olen ma kuue jala sügavusel hauas
Ja ma ei ole enam siin, e .....
Piirid ja Jumalused
Kõik mu elus on piiritletud
Ju ma ise olen liiga piirideta
Tahtsin minna leerikooli teismelisena
Ei lubatud
Ähvardati kodust eemale heitmisega
Ei läinud
Aga mu kõige raskematel hetkedel on kuskilt
tulnud mingi sisemine tung religiossuse järele
Ma olen neid studeerinud ja õppinud
Aga ma mõtlen, et kui ühendad ennast ühe Kõrge Meistriga
oledki Valgusega kooskõlas,
sest ka teised Meistrid on siis Sinuga koos
ja juhatavad teed igaviku päikese alla
Indiaanlased on öelnud, et naine peaks juhatama meest kõrgustesse
ja mees peaks olema valmis selleks, et naine oleks s .....
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/
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
.....
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.
Question
We saw those berries, over-ripe and glowing,
in weak and tepid light of the October sun
persisting red as blood, in right full-growing,
without much inkling of the winter clouds to come.
And then a wind-gust brushed those heavy bunches:
and some of them burst, falling to the ground
on wilted grass, soon after, under branches
gold leaves with purple berries lay around.
And hand in hand we walked uphill together
and pushed by the capricious wind's bad weather,
eye to eye, as in anxiety, we asked:
our love's moist, joyful red in present flowering,
will life's wind carry it away, devouring,
or .....
— Marie UnderChristmas 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 .....
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?
Is it life or is it love?
What is life and what is love?
It is below as is above.
We can cry a thousand tears.
Or we can wait a hundred years.
We could sail the seven seas
and climb above the highest trees.
We would laugh and we would cry.
With life itself among our side.
Take my hand and we shall go.
To touch the sands, to touch the snow.
At night the moon shall make our way.
So in the dark, we will not stray.
A hundred years I will commit.
To make the road we walk stay lit.
A tiny thing I ask of you.
To me and us will you be true?
For you
Those eyes, that keep everything bundled inside, wishing that everything's gonna be alright,
all I really wanted was to see you smile, my dedication, my hesitation, I'm no longer blind,
cause you're my light in the sky, hoping this time I'll get it right, I'll do it with all my might
I've never been one that's liked, wish you could be here,right here, part of my life, I can't really rhyme
I have to say what I say, I'll let the swing sway, over the edge of the world, I've found myself,
thinking of you once at least every day, so I wont stop the pursuit of happiness, I threw away,
even .....
I drink alone
Yeaaaah
I drink alone.
No matter how many
people around
i'm still alone.
No matter
how much demons i drown -
sounds of sipping whiskey
will always be
the only ones around.
Yeaaaah
I'm drinking alone.
Even if i'm not.
And walking and talking
with others
wont stop me from
living alone in my head.
Baby, sometimes
it feels like i'm walking dead.
Oh, i feel alone.
I'm all out of love.
Sometimes i feel like
the white pigeon
everyone tries
to hunt down.
I feel like a log in the river,
i'm floating with the others
but never together
would we be able to drown. .....
My behavior five
My behavior five
Tea. Tea spoon as a bell
I feel myself well
Evening five o`clock
I go for walk
I`m clever
I yell to people never
I don`t yell to my wife
And my behavior five
Evening. Five o`clock
I go for walk
And with me is my wife
My behavior five.
Now I know, it ain`t Love
Sweet, You can be so sweet,
Is there anyone sweeter, than You?
Show me more of that
I wanna feel more,
This pain is not enough for me,
I like pain, like to be used and swept floor with
Oh, how I`d like to be Your mop.
Use me more, mess me up, make me want You more
Then muster everybody You know and laugh at me
Oh yeah! I want to feel the pain in vain
Feel free to gain my Love and care
But later on, when You get tired of bleeding me,
I`ll be strong and will walk away, away from pain, I do not deserve!
-Janek V.