The little bird calls to the world
The little bird sings of the world
This bird's song isn't fully born, but I give it to you
For you, eternal dream, unending dream, sweet dream
Dedicated to you, To free you from deep sadness
From the birdcage you gave me, a song of prayer
A little happiness, please be happy, please forever.
Hey, why do you look so sad?
Let me comfort you
I will give you
Red for red rose
It will make you feel well
Bury you in red
many roses...So many roses I love you
many roses, I love you
But, here the flowers are white, in the little birdcage
But there's no problem, I read in the book,
Turn it red
Color the white flower
To blood, like the bird in the book
Rose, for you, yours
The flower's core to red, red like blood
Blood of the richest color
Most beautiful color since my mother birthed me
The first I've seen this color
Rich red rose for you
Covered in blood
Well, will you give me your blessing?
Covered in love
Why don't you speak to me?Covered, for you
Speak to me?
The little bird cries a little in song for mother
For you, eternal dream, unending dream.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Red For Red Roses
I Think...
I think we need a god and a bar ..
I think tonight we'll get to tell us everything
that we have to say ... or so I believe ...
I really believe that not everything is already here .. and some days instead
I think it is so ...
I think to your smell and the way I do feel,
This I believe ...
Here nobody c'ha the owner's manuals,
I believe that everyone makes the rounds as it is in their own way
here there was never a world only ..
I think that says that around that love brings love, I think ...
if you need, call me "stupid", but at least I think ...
if you just call me "stupid", at least for me ..
I think the noise of those who remain silent,
that when we quit a little early to hope 'to die ...
I believe in your love and what I pull out .. or so I believe ..
I think there is something locked
and that all truth can do good or do evil ..
I think that now you must hear our hands to those who believe ...
I think that says that around that love called love ...
I think ...
if you need, call me "stupid", but at least I think ...
if you just call me "stupid", at least for me ...
The Restless You, The Past of Mine
What happens, dear?
besides, we have regardless distance on our way
Between dreams and reality, I tried to rise up.
As I engraved my blue feeling at the endless of despair
Thus, The more I cried, more fluctuated of my sadness
So dark, just different as the morning that absorbed by the grassy smile; condense
Dear, my past has been faded away
Still I worthy for you?
My appeal to heaven's mercy, to the stars
So, the time still give me another chance
to meet you...
to know about you well, dear...
Because of my massive night of darkness, I'm worried about you.
