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Stairs of life

As far as the stairs of life go
Climb with you  
 
Happiness or sorrow, sunshine or shadow
Stand with you
 
  I'm not in
Do not fulfill the promise
And leave it in the middle  
 
I'm not in
Which are very true
Lie on  
 
Wherever you are, be happy
If any grief comes, then you will fight with it
 
  As far as the stairs of life go
Climb with you
 
  Happiness or sorrow, sunshine or shadow
Stand with you
 
  Does not promise palace
Will be a small house
 
Will not add million crores
Will be in thousands only
 
Do not get those to get you
Show big
 
Not in the mess
To get the stars from the sky to get
 
I will say as much as I can
Live with you, die with you
 
As far as the stairs of life go
Climb with you
 
Happiness or sorrow, sunshine or shadow
Stand with you
 
Habit will make you laugh
Eye tears will not come
 
Habit will make you laugh
Eye tears will not come
 
Will keep you so happy
You will forget to cry
 
Not in the mess
Hold someone's hand
Then fall behind
 
Not among them
Someone who has slept
Fall asleep
 
Become My Life, Junkie Nirman
Love will make you love
 
As far as the stairs of life go
Climb with you
 
Happiness or sorrow, sunshine or shadow
Stand with you
 

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Esmeralda's Prayer

I have never learnt to pray
Is that a good start?
Will You listen to a gypsy girl,
A Bohemian?
I am shunned everywhere
They remain far from me
I can see Your face and ask You
Are You too so rejected?
 
God, help the outcast
The dirt of the street
Grant your mercy
For there is none here
God, help my people
You made us in Your image
If You do not help us,
Then no one will
 
I ask for money
I ask for strength
I ask for wealth
Possessions and power
I ask for gold
My purse is empty
I ask God
And his angels for their blessing
 
I ask for no wealth
I ask for nothing for myself
I know so many
With less than us
The poor, the gypsies
I pray for them
Outcast of the earth
The children of God
Are we not all
The children of God?
 

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Ballad for a thin woman

The sun comes up and still the cold
and around the worlds I look for you in vain
among cobblestones of horror and tired houses
and doors who have forgotten their voice.
 
My steps are heard at the mute dawn
and there are no rabbits on your balcony
and loneliness, my cat on the threshold
of a cathedral of dreams...
 
How I'd love to write a song
that would make you crazy
and fly you three years backwards
thin woman
 
May the dead movement of days not murder
your clean verses at the cemetery
searching among heavy gravestones
for the name of the name that had your laughter.
 
A cynical sky of grey bowed maps
covers the square like a ceiling.
This morning, there's no tomorrow/morning anymore here
under the broken cheeks of April...
 
How I'd love to write a song
that would make me another person
or myself three years better
thin woman.
 
How much is left from your window to that sacred Thursday?
that miracle on the road
with the thumb parallel to the smile
and you trembling (for) me on the side
 
How I'd love to write a flight
to make a song return
that could chase away our forgetfulness and the end
thin woman.
 

Sail Ahoy!

[Chorus:]
It's been a long time
No one talks about it anymore
Not since a long time
They're all dead or up and away
'Sail ahoy'
No one still says that 'round here
All new
All the old deemed wrong
 
Some buried their knowledge in pyramids
We'd really have to ask them in order to get clarity
I wonder if we would understand the questions
That would arise if we were to go after these questions
These are questions as old as the vanishing time
That lie in the earth, covered up by the wind
Everybody's worried for their small time, time itself worries about the great pyramids
Don't believe what they're all saying, nothing's been decided yet
Truth has fallen by the wayside
Kings and their descendants have been secluded
Witnesses have kept under wraps
Kings have stood clear of their battles
Afterwards they were accredited with grandiose deeds
Of wars won and victories so vast
A thousand years later we learn those were all lies
The usurping of power requires the deceiving of many
 
[Chorus]
 
What if we're not the first advanced civilization?
What if we're just a cheap rehash of it?
Let me sing about it, let me bring it near to you
What if the pyramids are actually seventy thousand years old?
And what if many dates in our schoolbooks are wrong?
Because history is merely what's agreed upon
Unpleasant truths, all of them whitewashed
New borders drawn and peoples united
Myths created, so grab your weapons
There are lands to be conquered and empires to be built
New heros and new lackeys
Alas, the empereror's clothes are yet still clean
The pharao's gold is yet still in spark
They're still getting in wood to build the temple
Be that as it is - it is as it was
Some things simply have always been there...
 
[Chorus]
 

Deserts

You curse the slow of this hour
but you don't feel the wish of being anymore,
you curse the heavy of your work
but you don't feel delirium of being
 
If you hide you also give a yawn of apathy
If you hide you also give a yawn of apathy
Deserts of transparent sides
Deserts of transparent sides
 
Those who were there
enlisting their crazy ways
Those who were like that
entertaining their crazy ways
 
You curse the slow of this hour
but you don't feel the wish of being anymore,
you curse the heavy of your work
but I don't feel the desire towards to you
 
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