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Take A Rest, I’ll Stay Mum...

Take a rest, I’ll stay mum. I’m beneath, I’m aside.
I’m in so silent place. I am placed on the verge.
There’s the verge, hell and heaven somewhere; void, besides
Hell is there where the verge is. And void there resides where heaven is
Head down to the doorsill – close the door, don’t you peep
If there’s wind inside you, you’ll fall down from a steeple,
If there’s no, you will lie down the hill as a stone
There where ghouls are now making their feast.1
I don’t know by now, if I’d fall; if I’d fly
There’s no power to fly, and I don’t want to lie
There’ll be night – I will cry; I‘ll turn back; off I’ll drive
I will surely get wrecked by the dawn
I will knock at all doors, then I’ll visit the steads you’re not in
Like this – I might bump into someone on my way
Make a bow to the ground, my head to the doorsill for the third
Time. And I still have two times to five. To six there is still three –
There’ll be stretch – in the cage
It is hard to lie here, and I wish I could leave
Either down or just somewhat aside from the cliff
Just a yard, just to sit down; take rest; have a smoke
Maybe to meet the death, maybe further to breathe
Take a rest, it’s not easy with me all the time
I’m not th’one who I am. From here, I’m a far cry
I’m beneath, I’m aside. I am placed on the verge.
 
  • 1. According to another variant, ' 'neath the Moon ' could be added here.
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The kiss on the mouth

My beautyful one,
who cares about the world,
we'll be forgiven, I'm telling you,
by a kiss on the mouth, someday.
 
You feel like you have already seen and done everything
the whole future has already happened
it has been written, corrected and interpreted
by others, and they have beaten you to it.
 
My beautiful one,
I'm not twenty,
I'm much younger,
and this means (surely you'll understand)
responsibility,
therefore...
 
Fly to me if this is a waltz
fly to me, whatever this is
hold tight my jacket under the wisteria
and make me run,
stumble, it's better than remaining still
ask, its better than waiting.
 
Wear me out
and talk to me
hold me tight
look behind my shoulders
and then tell me
explain to me
all this new time
that comes with you.
 
You see me clean and groomed
I look like a field in bloom again
and you are the keen spirit of beauty
that time can't tarnish.
Here it is, the picture of two old oddballs
on the edge of the meadow full of cicadas
with the orchestra playing grass blades
and accordions
(I tell you).
 
My beautyful one,
who cares about the world.
 
Wear me out
and talk to me
hold me tight
go through my pockets
then forgive me
smile
look at this time
that comes with you
look, it's so much time
that comes with you.
 

It makes me cry

It makes me cry your love
How much I love you, my love
But you destroyed my soul and my illusion
It hurt me so much
 
That you miss me and you ask me to forgive you
You're already sorry, and to forget your words
And that your life is already another one
You have changed for my love, my love
 
But you have left my soul so hurt
You screamed at me that you could not bear me anymore
Because I was nobody
With a poor heart, with a poor heart
My love
 
It makes me cry, your love
How much I love you, my love
But you destroyed my soul and my illusion
It hurt me so much
 
Back I can not, it does not heal my pain
I can not stop my heart from bleeding
I'm sorry honey
 
But you have left my soul so hurt
You screamed at me that you could not bear me anymore
Because I was nobody
With a poor heart, with a poor heart
My love
 
It makes me cry your love
How much I love you, my love
But you destroyed my soul and my illusion
It hurt me so much
 
Go back I can't, no, it does not heal my pain
It didn't last long enough for my heart to bleed
I'm sorry my love
 
It makes me cry your love
How much I love you, my love
But you destroyed my soul and my illusion
It hurt me so much
 
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Bless the poor

Lyrics:
Can you hear me? Are you anywhere?
You might just not be listening to me, since I am a a Gypsy.
I know that I am an outcast, not having any rights, not ought to mate,
Yet I wonder if you once were an outcast, too.
 
Bless the poor, who have been suffering ever since,
May you just show them a little mercy?
May you, god, help us, who keep waiting,
If only you could descend, so that we have somebody to rely on.
 
I desire for wealth, I desire for fortune,
I desire to be seen as a mighty person,
I desire for true love, as great as the sky,
I beg you, god and the angels to bless me.
 
So far, I endured any sorrow, without any hope,
Please look at the many people who are weary and weak,
Please, bless the poor people with no bounty,
Help the people in trouble, I beg you father.
 
Mercy be upon the poor, with weary hearts.
 
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Holy

Holy holy holy
Holy holy holy
 
O Lord our God Lord of hosts
O Lord our God Lord of hosts
 
Who was and Who is
And Who is to come
Who was and Who is
And Who is to come
 
His brother's name was Jubal; he was the father of all
who play stringed instruments and pipes. (Genesis 4:21)