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Life Is The Answer
04:29
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When Time turns into Space
Seconds become ditches of snakes
Minutes become mountains to climb
Hours are Towers of Babel.
And ages suddenly are cages
Where Lions of Eternity roar
And you and I have turned into statues
Forever imprisoned in a marble arch.
But if I ask the Moon
All I hear is:
“Life is the answer”.
When Space turns into Time
Cornfields become nights
Headlands and bays
Become endless days.
And roads full of bends
Become Winters of our discontent
And this city where we were both born
Is the Dawn of our glorious Summers long gone.
But if I ask the Moon
All I hear is:
“Life is the answer”.
And if I ask the Sun
All I hear is:
“Life is the answer”.
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2. |
Family
02:35
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Brothers, sisters
Family is a mystery.
Where do you come from?
Where do you go?
Do you know the meaning of home?
An ethereal retreat
Sacred to the memory
Of our previous life
A miracle, a game,
Do you feel the same?
A field of gold, a story untold,
Peace and quiet.
A path in the wood,
A cure against solitude,
Sunbeams, green lights,
Blue skies and diamond rings
Do you feel the same?
Peace and quiet
A field of gold, a story untold.
This is home. This is home!
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3. |
God's Answer Machine
05:48
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GOD’S ANSWER MACHINE
"Hello everybody, this is God's answer machine.
As you can see He is not at home.
So please leave a message at the sound of the tone.
Leave your name and number
If you want to be called back."
Beep.
"Hi, it's John here.
My wife died last year,
Her name is Johanna,
You must know her.
She's always been pure
And I'm sure she's at your side.
So, please, could you tell her
I still miss her?"
Beep.
"Hello everybody, this is God's answer machine.
As you can see He is not at home.
So please leave a message at the sound of the tone.
Leave your name and number
If you want to be called back."
Beep.
"Bonjour Dieu, je vais mourir
J'ai été bonne et la mort me désire.
Je souffre beaucoup mais ce que me fait le plus mal
C'est de savoir que tu n'existes pas.
Car si tu existais, tu n'aurais pas besoin
Du téléphone pur savoir que le monde
Souffre beaucoup et la Terre se désespère
Et pleure toujours."
Beep.
"Hello everybody, this is God's answer machine.
As you can see He is not at home.
So please leave a message at the sound of the tone.
Leave your name and number
If you want to be called back."
Beep.
"Hello God, my name is Maureen
I am sixteen and I need a proof.
My email address is "maureen16@yahoo.com"
So send me an email
If you exist..."
Beep.
"Hello everybody, this is God's answer machine.
As you can see He is not at home.
So please leave a message at the sound of the tone.
Leave your name and number
If you want to be called back."
Beep.
"Salve Dio, questo è un addio...
Perché anche se credi
Che il mondo viva tutto ai tuoi piedi
C'è chi come me
Vive e vuol vivere senza di te."
Beep.
"Hello everybody, this is God's answer machine.
As you can see He is not at home.
So please leave a message at the sound of the tone.
Leave your name and number
If you want to be called back."
Beep.
"Hi God! You know what?
Music is my God!"
Beep.
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Sometime, At Night
03:10
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Once upon a time
I met a man sentenced to Death
For loving Life and Mankind
And telling stories of how Peace
Ended all Wars,
Of how Hope opened all doors
To the Kingdom of Freedom and Joy.
He said: “My friend, don’t be sad!
Don’t let tears become years.
Don’t let Hate become Fate.”
“You look like you have many more miles to go
Before you get home
So, smile!”
He said: “Don’t be sad, my friend!
Don’t let tears become years.
Don’t let Fate become Hate.
Don’t let haste become waste
Don’t let Fate become Hate
Don’t let Life become a knife…”
Sometimes, at night,
It gets harder for us to believe
That we don’t live in vain
That we don’t hear only chimes of Pain.
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5. |
From The Complaints Book
03:35
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I’m tired, I am tired,
I am tired…!
I’m tired of all this
My soul is like a big black hole.
People talking on the cell phone
Just to say: “In five minutes I get home.”
Politicians disguised as Mickey Mouse,
The specialty of the House.
Do you ever feel the same?
Sometimes I’d like to switch the Moon off,
Kick the stars away.
Jesus said: “Going to the Cross is not crucial to me”.
But he went anyway and died.
Как мне всё это надоело:
Душа в вине, устало тело,
Пятиминутные разговоры,
И переполненные соборы,
Прогноз погоды, сила воли,
Лекарство от зубной боли.
Задам совсем простой вопрос:
Зачем Христос воскрес? Зачем?
Do you ever feel the same?
Sometimes I like to switch the Moon off,
Kick the stars away.
Jesus said: “Going to the Cross is not crucial to me”.
Sometimes I'd like to switch the Sun off,
Kick the clouds away.
Jesus said: “Going to the Cross is not crucial to me”.
But he went anyway and died.
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6. |
A Summer Song
03:24
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Long hot Summer days,
Nights in shorts.
Shooting at the shooting stars.
Jupiter and Mars.
Don’t ask me why,
I might be stupid and reply.
Don’t ask me why.
Time t-shirts
Out to dry
Walking barefoot,
Turning blind
At the sight of that smile
The smile of smiles,
The eyes of eyes,
The face of faces.
Don’t ask me why,
I might be stupid and reply.
Don’t ask me why.
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Slowly Quick
03:36
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Night is falling
It’s dark in my heart.
Snow is melting
White tears from my eyes.
I’m not good at goodbyes.
Hypnotized by the Moon,
It’s happening too soon.
Stars look like a bright scar
Across the sky
A lake of sorrow
At my feet.
I’m not good at goodbyes.
Mesmerized by a flick of the wrist
It’s happening too quick.
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8. |
KPushkin
04:34
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Я помню русское мгновенье,
Когда раздался голос твой,
Как очарованное пенье,
Как будто Бог был там за мной.
И помню "Да" и "До свидания",
Славянский смех, словесные лобзания,
Пустой трамвай и бой часов,
Хрустальный звук твоих шагов.
Isn’t it funny?
When we first met
We waved goodbye to one another.
Our lives went on as nothing had happened
But if I close my eyes
Sometimes I hear the Russian bells,
And in my heart the words
I understand though I won’t repeat I find.
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9. |
You Were A Flower
04:13
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Mystic Summers of long ago,
Sweated to the marrow bone.
Future days in the past of stone,
When did you forget you were a Flower?
Wearing your corolla
As if it were a golden crown.
Whispering something like:
“Santa Claus won’t be back to town, this year.”
Present has yet no power
Upon thy beauty.
On the platform I’m still alone,
my pain is late, my Fate is on the next train.
Cold cold Winters of long ago,
Dancing with snow.
Frozen moments like books of dreams,
When did you forget you lived on sunbeams?
When did you forget you were a flower?
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10. |
Раз, два, три
04:42
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- Как ты считаешь? - - Раз, два, три...-
Три апельсина, три сестры.
- Давай, серьёзно, ты согласен?
Наш разговор плоды принёс. -
- Конечно, персик, абрикос... -
Я очи к небу возвожу,
И вижу крылья самолёта.
И всё пересыхает вдруг во рту.
Мы здесь, мой друг, в аэропорту.
И на таможне из кармана
Бутылку пива вынимаю,
Салфетку, вилку, два стакана.
И на вопрос только отвечаю:
"Нет, у меня нет чемодана"
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We were smiling,
Having fun,
Enjoying another ordinary day
Sitting in the shade
Of Blue Skies.
Then, we started
Falling one by one
We were drowning
In pools of blood.
I tried slowly to raise my hand
To ask why
Life has been so cruel.
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12. |
I Want To Be
03:26
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When people ask me:
“What do you want to do in your life?”
I answer: “I want to be a thief,
Steal everybody’s grief
So that for them all
Every day
May become
Synonymous with Joy.
When people ask me:
“What do you want to do in your life?”
I answer: “I want to be an alchemist,
So I can turn tears into Gold
And I can turn Pain into Rain,
I can turn a sad gaze into a maze of Life.”
When people ask me:
“What do you want to do in your life?”
I answer: “I want to be a song
To spread my wings and fly
To the ones who cry on their own
To dry their eyes
And make them sing together.”
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13. |
The Prophet Said
04:17
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He confessed:
“Life is a mess
You can shoot me in the head,
I don’t care.
Leave me unburied
Burn me,
Throw my ashes into the Fire,
To the Winds that change
I will be the same.”
The ceremony was over
The priest in his black cloak
Standing like Summer mist
Upon the white cliffs of Dover.
Agony disguised as a Smile
A heart-shaped tattoo
The wrong symbol
On your right wrist
Water converted into ice
Existence seen through
Borrowed eyes.
Disillusion for breakfast
The wizard approached
But too late
For the Curse was cast
Some time in the future
You will prick your finger
On the spindle of a spinning wheel
A World War will start
The worst of Friends
The best of Enemies
We will be,
We will be.
We will be.
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Trembling Blood
03:30
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Then your face amazed me
When I saw it was livid and pale.
I knew for sure you were dying
A shade of sadness appeared in my eyes.
And then in my veins I felt only trembling blood.
They say it ain’t good to have trembling blood.
In a thickening of fear I thought even the book could hear.
But my words and my tears ran alone in my home.
And in my veins I felt only trembling blood.
And I had no strength to pray to God, I felt only my trembling blood.
In the mirror I saw my face, staring at me with a curious gaze.
And I knew for sure my life were to be too long.
I felt sick, and I asked for a Providence’s kick
And then in my veins I felt only trembling blood.
You were dead and I was living with my trembling blood.
You were dead and I was to live forever with my trembling blood.
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15. |
The Crying Kingdom
04:12
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Вы плачете. Гляжу сквозь ваши слёзы,
В метель, где вьются чудны грёзы,
В дворец волшебных ваших глаз,
Где спит душа, блестит алмаз.
What’s lost is lost,
Ghosts are ghosts.
Hosts are hosts,
Guests are guests.
Don’t cry, please, don’t cry!
I whisper to the wind.
And your memories
Like snowflakes falling upon
The fields of Life:
The answer to my doubts,
Certainty against my cheek.
What’s lost is lost,
Ghosts are ghosts.
Hosts are hosts,
Guests are guests.
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