Dec 22, 2006 20:42
_____The Middle of The Night In The Village_________
In the middle of the night in the village
I light another cigarette
I'm guarding and a man prays from the neighboring tower
Between others dressed in black
I pass another fence, more difficult than the last
I'm trapped betwen enemy cities
Its the middle of the night
And perhaps its late
But you're not calling
Than maybe I'll come tommorow
Look at the clouds
Painted themselves gray
Due to our situation
In the middle of the night in the village
The moon illuminates, time has passed
A solider stands in his doorway, praying
The smell of fires
Its hard to see again
As the smoke acompanies us
Its the middle of the night
And perhaps its late
But you're not calling
Than maybe I'll come tommorow
Look at the clouds
Painted themsleves gray
Due to our situation
The minute before the dawning
The morning light returns and night has passed
I return and the man still prays from his tower.
________Sometimes Dreams Come True__________
Hope is packaged already
In a box, deeper shades of pink
And it all seems strange
That in an unknown land
The circle spins again
Above a smoke screen
And the flickering light glows on me now
Sometimes dreams come true
sometimes, when the heart is still pure
sometimes, on a hot summer night
sometimes dreams come true.
The paths that lead
to the land of dreams
open up and reveal
all the moments of purity
the city lights are lit up now
in all the heart chambers,
inside me there's a feeling
of approaching bliss.
Flowers of the heart wake up
in a million colours,
and the heavens glow
against the gate of wonders
another minute in the darkness
and many voices,
maybe now, maybe tomorrow,
I'll wake up into a dream.
Sometimes dreams come true