Life's so
blue without
(from CD
"oots")
Herold Times,
those hard
times
papers 're
sold,
stories 're
told
tired faces,
men 're stout
life's so blue
without.
Trams are gliding,
doors are sliding
empty seats,
so incomplete
colored ghosts,
come and go
life's so blue
without.
Disco's lights,
those late
night blues
searching eyes,
poor disguise
wrinkled smile,
for a while
life's so blue
without.
Stopping now,
going then
arm in arm,
drunken and
young
hurrying away,
sleeping off
the day
life's so blue
without.
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Winternight
(from CD
"Kysèla-live")
I felt you
deep down in
my heart
the morning
creeps along
the window
pane
on an oceans
breeze
with you I
found the light
on this cold,
cold winternight.
In your eyes
I saw myself
those heavenly
blue skies
as our knowing
knows no end
a touch along
the edge
resounds in
my soul
on this cold,
cold winternight.
We dance together
to a place
of spirits pride
breaking through
the night
I found you.
Where heated
bodies
proudly reside
forgotten long
ago
awaking new.
Swelling we
arise
and the warmth
of you and me
like a sunny,
sunny day
that's coming
through
the soft touch
of your lips
greets the
ageless child
on this cold,
cold winternight.
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