Symphony
Drei vier,
lalalah, lalalalah,
lalalah, lalalalah,
lalalah, lalalalah,
lalalah, lalalalah.
I’m trying to see you,
trying’a catch you with my eyes.
I’m trying to meet you,
trying’a reach you with my mind.
I try to feel you near me,
try try to hear you near me,
try to make you mine tonight.
I try to feel you near me,
try try to hear you near me,
try to make you mine tonight,
aber you are walking by.
I’m going to get you,
gonna get you just in time.
I am gonna to have you,
gonna make that you are mine.
I’ll make you living with me,
make make you staying with me,
make us stay together now.
I’ll make you living with me,
make make you staying with me,
make us stay together now.
But can you Babe, tell me how?
Travelling
Far,
where the clouds and the winds,
use to go.
Far,
where the ocean’s waves,
roll a shore.
Just from the east, right to the west,
and from the south into the north.
I’m gonna travel and see.
I’ll try to climb the mountains,
try to face the northern brise,
and beeing restless and free.
Gone,
like the birds,
when the winter appears.
Gone,
like the snow,
when the spring time comes near.
I’ll go to visit distant places,
gonna see some other people,
wanna meet new friends,
I wanna sing a song for every friendly hustler,
who comes by.
I wanna play my guitar.
Far,
where the clouds and the winds,
use to go.
Far,
where the ocean’s waves,
roll a shore.
Just from the east, right to the west,
and from the south into the north.
I’m gonna travel and see.
I’ll try to climb the mountains,
try to face the northern brise,
and beeing restless and free.
Wonderful Music
This is the sound of a wonderful music,
sounding lightly.
Music including a classical subject,
floating ‘round me.
All that i want is just this kind of music,
never ending
giving me feelings of peace and of freedom,
‘t makes me flying.
Trying to face war and hate with my music,
never leave off
Instead of fighting the people should listen,
to my music.
Sun Trip
Und es geschah am 26. Tag des 7. Monats, da trat des Herrn Engel zu Moses und sprach: "Sage Deinem Volke, es möge sich versammeln am 3. Tage auf dem Ölberg und der Herr wird sich Euch offenbaren." Und am dritten Tage versammelten sich die Gläubigen am Ölberg, aber er, der Herr, er erschien nicht.
Und die Gläubigen harrten der Dinge und sie harrten drei Tage und drei Nächte. Langsam bekamen sie kalte Füße und das Brot ward alle. Am vierten Tag begann es zu regnen; am fünften schneite es bereits, doch die Gläubigen harrten unentwegt aus.
Die Jahre gingen ins Land, und die Gläubigen warteten hungrig und mit kalten Füßen auf den Herrn und kein Klagelaut kam über ihre Lippen. Und sie warten heute noch auf den Herrn wie vor 2000 Jahren und niemand fragt sich: "Wie lange eigentlich noch?"
The sky is blue,
the gras is whispering.
The sun shines warm,
the air is clean and soft.
My mind is free,
going to where it wants to be.
It’s so nice to see,
the flowers surrounding me.
In Vietnam,
my brother’s shooten down.
The sun burns hot,
the bombers are roaring loud.
His mind is dead,
his blood runs warm and red.
It’s a shame to see,
‘cos he’s man like you and me.
The sky is blue,
the gras is whispering.
The sun shines warm,
the air is clean and soft.
My mind is free,
going to where it wants to be.
It’s so nice to see,
the flowers surrounding me.
In Vietnam,
my brother’s shooten down.
The sun burns hot,
the bombers are roaring loud.
His mind is dead,
his blood runs warm and red.
It’s a shame to see,
‘cos he’s man like you and me,
and me, and me,
and me, and me.
All of us are fighting here
against the hate and war.
But you cheering crazy crowd,
you’re calling out for more.
‘bout the real reality
you dislike it to hear.
Fucking houghthy lazy mass,
you’re sipping at your beer!
But listen,
some day you will awake.
And there will be nothing left,
from what today you take.
And than you’ll understand,
what we have tried to say.
But then there’s no help around,
‘cos we are far away.
