Under the Cover of the Snow

Under the cover of the snow

there is a place you don’t know,

yet.

Cause it’s too soon, you say,

too soon.

The crescent moon

rests on the sky,

the snow blanket is heavy and high.

And so I stamp through the trebly snow,

I stamp through the trebly snow.

The sun sets behind the arctic hill.

Snowy trees in colours of rose and blue fill

me.

They embrace my soul,

my blue blue soul.

And soon it’s all blue,

the sky, the ground and the song,

that I found

from my mind,

while you’re pretending to be blind,

pretending to be blind.

The blissy, icy air

tingles my cheeks

and pricks my skin while it speaks

in a language of warmth and pain,

a language of warmth and pain.

Under the cover of your snow,

there is a place that I’d like you to show

to me.

Not only in a dream,

not only in a dream.

So let me dig into that trebly snow,

let me embrace your deepest fears

and dry all your tears

with my blue blue song,

my blue blue song.

Let’s sing together in the light of the sun and the moon,

Our songs of rose and blue.

It is not too soon,

It is not too soon.

Let me find my peace,

my faith

under the cover of your snow,

the cover of your snow.

the trip

On the trip with you
The sharp rain hits us, heavily
Heavenly, we walk side by side
Then we miss the train

"You are like the wind", I say
with a lack full of pain
in my soul
and the little bird dancing and singing 

inside of my body.

We catch another one,
enter the wagon, sit down next to each other, 

wet, exhausted and silently
Your blowing wind is sweet and soft

But it's hard to be there, following the streem, never knowing where it will take us. 

Or will it just lift our heads up to the clouds,

never letting the feet rise up, joining our thoughts in this flight of happiness and joy?

The train stops. It's time to part.
"Let's meet in the dreams,

on the top of the mountain", you say,

"from there we can watch the sun 

rising behind the deep blue sea, covering us in light".

Small fishes in shoals

The bus rolls down the highway road.

Small fishes in shoals

travelling through my belly, my chest, my throat.

Your ruthless sun burns my skin.

It pierces through the pale glass

of the window, while the wheels just spin

and my mind tries to run

further away

from your bright bright sun.

But I can't. I just can't.

And I try.

And I fight the light.

But I can't pass

the way the fields, the trees and the clouds

do pass me.

I saw you

standing on the corridor.

You pushed me away, little fool,

with your gaze.

And so I walked out of the door.

And I entered another space.

Another presence.

With all of you essence

sparkling, shining inside of me.

Making the small fishes do their dance

in my belly, my chest, my throat.

And it hurts.

It hurts so much.

And it warms my soul.

And everything else just keeps on passing

in this lifetime role.