Hey everybody! :) I just wanted to share with you the songs I have been listening to lately :-)
Hope you like them!
xo
Roberta
German
Eiserner Steg
Ich atme dich
ein und nie wieder aus
Schließ’ dich in
mein Herz
Lass dich nicht
mehr raus
Ich trage dich
bei mir in meiner Brust
Hätt alle Wege
verändert,
Hätt ich sie
vorher gewusst.
Jetzt steh ich
am Ufer
Die Flut unter
mir
Das Wasser zum
Halse
Warum bist du
nicht hier?
Ich will dich
einmal noch lieben
wie beim
allerersten Mal
Will dich einmal
noch küssen
in deinen
offenen Haaren
Ich will einmal
noch schlafen, schlafen bei dir
dir einmal noch
nah sein
bevor ich dich
für immer verliere
Für immer
verliere
Wer achtet auf
mich jetzt
Dass ich mich
nicht verlauf?
Und wenn ich
jetzt falle
Wer fängt mich
dann auf?
In all diesen
Straßen
Kenn’ ich mich
nicht mehr aus
Da ist niemand
mehr der wartet
Der auf mich
wartet zuhaus’
Ich will dich
einmal noch lieben
wie beim
allerersten Mal
Will dich einmal
noch küssen
in deinen
offenen Haaren
Ich will einmal
noch schlafen, schlafen bei dir
dir einmal noch nah sein
bevor ich dich
für immer verliere
Für immer
verliere
Ich will einmal,
noch einmal, noch einmal
Noch kosten von
dir
Will dich einmal
noch atmen
Bevor ich dich
für immer verliere
Für immer
verliere (für immer)
Für immer
verliere (für immer)
Ich will einmal
noch schlafen (für immer)
Schlafen bei Dir
(für immer)
Dir einmal noch
nah sein
Bevor ich dich
für immer verliere
Für immer verliere
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English
Iron Bridge
I inhale you and
never again to exhale
I lock you in my
heart
Never to let you
out
I carry you with
me in my heart
I would have
changed all my ways
Had I known it
before
Now I’m standing
on the shore
The tide is upon
me
The water’s up
to my neck
Why are you not
here?
I want to love
you once more
like the very
first time
I want to kiss
you once again
on your flowing
hair
I want to sleep
once more, sleep with you
Once more to be
close to you
Before I lose
you forever
Lose you forever
Who pays
attention to me now
that I am not
doing well?
And now if I
fall
Who will catch
me then?
On all these
roads
I no longer know
my way around
There isn’t
anybody who waits
who waits for me
at home
I want to love
you once more
like the very
first time
I want to kiss
you once more
in your flowing
hair
I want to sleep
once more, sleep with you
Once more to be
close to you
Before I lose
you forever
Lose you forever
I want once,
once more, once more
Still enjoy you
Once more I want
breathe you
Before I lose
you forever
Lose you forever
(forever)
Lose you forever
(forever)
I want to sleep
once more (forever)
Sleep with you
(forever)
Once more to be
close to you
Before I lose
you forever
Lose you forever
|
So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.
Se ti chiedessi sull'arte probabilmente mi citeresti tutti i libri di arte mai scritti. Michelangelo. Sai tante cose su di lui: le sue opere, le aspirazioni politiche, lui e il papa, le sue tendenze sessuali, tutto quanto... vero? Ma scommetto che non sai dirmi che odore c'è nella cappella Sistina. Non sei mai stato lì con la testa rivolta verso quel bellissimo soffitto. Mai visto. Se ti chiedessi sulle donne probabilmente mi faresti un compendio delle tue preferenze. Potrai perfino aver scopato qualche volta. Ma non sai dirmi che cosa si prova a risvegliarsi accanto a una donna e sentirsi veramente felice. Sei uno tosto, e se ti chiedessi sulla guerra probabilmente mi getteresti Shakespeare in faccia: "ancora una volta sulla breccia, cari amici?" Ma non ne hai mai sfiorata una. Non hai mai tenuto in grembo la testa del tuo migliore amico vedendolo esalare l'ultimo respiro mentre con lo sguardo chiede aiuto. Se ti chiedessi sull'amore probabilmente mi diresti un sonetto. Ma guardando una donna non sei mai stato del tutto vulnerabile. Non ne conosci una che ti risollevi con gli occhi, sentendo che Dio ha mandato un angelo sulla terra solo per te, per salvarti dagli abissi dell'inferno. Non sai cosa si prova ad essere il suo angelo, ad avere tanto amore per lei, ad essere vicino a lei sempre, in ogni circostanza, incluso il cancro. Non sai cosa si prova a dormire su una sedia d'ospedale per due mesi tenendole la mano, perché i dottori vedano nei tuoi occhi che il termine "orario delle visite" non si applica a te. Non sai cos'è la vera perdita, perché questa si verifica solo quando ami una cosa più di quanto ami te stesso. Dubito che tu abbia mai osato amare qualcuno a tal punto. Io ti guardo e non vedo un uomo intelligente, sicuro di sé. Vedo un bulletto che si caga sotto per la paura; ma sei un genio Will, chi lo nega questo? Nessuno può comprendere ciò che hai nel profondo, ma tu hai la pretesa di sapere tutto di me perché hai visto un mio dipinto e hai fatto a pezzi la mia vita del cazzo.