We stand with empty hands alone
Below the dusty sky,
Our dreams dried out, our faith destroyed,
The tears of migrants in our eyes.
A life below cold alien stars,
A soil so dry and bare,
No path to walk, no light to see,
No hope or love to share.
The endless road, it leads back home
To golden valleys, moonlit shores,
A friendly welcome of our folks,
A lit up candle, an open door.
This place where history is alive,
Where sun shines on the cliffs and sea,
Where we once loved,where memories live,
Where dreams become reality.
(Written in Peru, 2002)
Powerfull Atlantic,
Biting the dark rocks,
Foamy opened mouths of unbound waves
Trying to reach the land.
Not a melody,
But the crescendo of chaos,
Big song of the sea
Like the cry of thousand voices;
A feeling of respect and glory,
Of our own insignificance
In front of endless spaces.
A rhythm running though our blood,
A flow between the own existance
And eternity of the ocean,
Children of the sea,
Dreamers born in foamy waters.
We saw the darkened sun,
Looked down on shady valleys
Where raging rivers run.
We laid in stony circles
To find the other land
With light and fire, woven dreams,
Creating worlds with our own hands.
In moonfull nights we wandered
With open eyes and souls.
We listened to the mighty sea,
The cutting wind, the endless roll.
And when we found each other
Distance and space become undone.
The souls together for all lives
And hearts beating as one.
Are not available for money:
The arms of a mother,
The laughter of a child,
The sun and the friendship,
The light of a springtime morning,
The melody of a river,
The new born leaves on a tree,
The singing of the sea,
Night and day,
Silence and peace,
The seventh day,
Life on earth,
The one love of our life,
And a tender kiss when you wake up...
The dusty clouds wipe off the shadows,
Dry land in despair;
Songs of birds are scarcelyheard
And the flimmering heat
Leaves thirsty souls behind.
The heart is longing for the waters,
The deep, cold silence of the ocean,
The rolling waves,
Their backs torn open
In white foamed wounds,
The crystal sparkling drops,
Caressed by the soothing hands
Of glorious moonlight.
(Written in Peru in 2001)
Move to the world where fairies sing,
Step forward beyond imagining,
A silent sigh, a silver dove
Upon the wings of heaven's love.
Escape the worries, fights and pain;
Go home again.
Fly on the breath, the rising sun,
A coloured journey has begun,
Reach the isle, the other shore
In hope and love forevermore,
On beyond the hands of night,
Follow the light.
(March 2003)
Like a shroud covers the snow
All alive, all earth and moorlands
And the grass is dying slow.
Darkness falls on souls and silence,
Crystal stars on everything;
Dreams get lost in shady forests
Like the songs we used to sing.
But though we may rest in sorrow,
Live our fears in misty nights,
There's a promise for tomorrow,
There's a shining silver light.
Just when all hopes seem forgotten
Some sweet kindness in our lives,
Truth and friendship, faith and love
And a new dream will arrive.
And the sunlight of the springtime
Warms the earth and fills the sky,
It's the blessing for the lost ones
And our hearts will learn to fly....
And moon and stars illuminate
The path I walk, the hills and sands,
When darkness covers fear and hate,
When everybody falls asleep
And fairies dance around the fountains,
When freedom touches us so deep
And souls fly ove seas and mountains,
Then something rises from my heart,
My soul is on its way to you,
To watch your sleep, to hear your breath,
To make our dreaming all come true,
To lay beside you, touch your skin,
Look at the smile upon your face,
To hold youtight and kiss your eyes
When you awake to new born days.