Eva Polak

I would like I would like singing a new song singing a new song. When the rain falls down, gently on the ground, wetting the dried grass, flowing on the course, dropping on the roads. I would like singing a new song, looking from the closed window and feeling like I am apart from the rest, the water and the wind, the sky and the stars, it is all more than I see. It is all above.
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Die Schönheit des Herbstes. Aus dem Fenster schauen und den regennassen Asphalt sehen, den grauen Himmel, das beschlagene Glas, die grünen Bäume, die sich braun verfärben, die Farbe des Herbstes, die Farbe der Augen der Menschen dieses Landes, grün, sanft in Hitze und Kälte. Dann holen mich die Schreie der Schulkinder zurück in die Realität, dann holen mich die Schreie der Kinder zurück in die Zukunft, die immer unaufhaltsam kommt.
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Gefangen im Schmerz eines ungeborenen Tages. Gefangen im Strudel unausgesprochener Leidenschaften, gefangen im Verkehr unausgesprochener Impulse, verschwindet die so entstandene Wut mit der Zeit auf magische Weise, die Mattigkeit verfliegt und verwandelt sich in allgemeines Wohlbefinden. Das bringt das Fasten von der Welt, das bringt ein Stück Einsamkeit.
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Apple's syrup. A grey morning in a day of holiday. A parcel and a leaf of rosemary upon the windowsill. A passenger stops in front of my bush of pink roses. He looks around and he steals a blossom. Goodbye to a lazybone and to a dearest one! Apple's syrup and a token of compassion. It is a morning in a day of grey.
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Back to the origin, to the origin, to the origin of love. At the beginning all is quiet, all is dependant from the good will of the others, so may it be so, forever. Forever it will be. So might it be as long as the infinitive word. Back to the origin, to the doubtful sequence of thoughts and may it be the peace for ever as long as the infinitive word.
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Anger go far away, stubborn, find your way, far off from here. We love to stay well, we love to feel well, we pray for the future whose the view is not in the real. We work for the uncertainty, we work for the start that is enough to lead the way, the brilliant way.
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Tu attends le soleil. Tu attends le soleil, qui se leve las bas. Tu attends le soleil. Tu attends le soleil, qui se leve, qui se leve.
Tu t' abandonnes a la certitude de l'amour, tu t'abandonnes au mystere d'une caresse. Et tu chantes, toi aussie. Et tu chantes, toi aussie.
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je aimais, je aimais. Je aimais, Je aimais le jour, le nuit. Le monde de la nuit. Le monde de la joie de vivre. Et a peu de champagne. Et a peu de champagne pour ecouter le tintement du cristal. Pour ecouter le tintement du cristal
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Reciprocate yourself. Reciprocate yourself.Upon the edge of a failure.Upon the table of contents.Reciprocate yourself.Reciprocate yourself.Stay by teh sticks of branches.Winter's scene.Reciprocate yourself and work for the organization for the peace.On this planet Earth. Organize yourself. That is the ordinary say of today.
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Je a regarde la rue. Je suis enchantee, je a achete. Je suis une dame de la jour. Je avec rencontree la tristesse. Et un peu de simpathy, et un peu de soleil. C'est la nouvelle annee.
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Make it easy on yourself.
Make it easy on yourself.
Feed the new hope.
You can. I can.
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my star will shine, my star will be brighter than yours. Because it has known the darkness of nothingsness. The blues of the past. And now it is happening again. I would not have believed it might sound once more. The roar of brutality that stands somewhere and now it is awake, stop it with all your mind, stop it with all your word and dismantle the weapons forever.
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The magical days, the magical sense of beauty. The magical days, they fly away,
in a brick of a wall, in a frame of a picture, in a shot of despair, in a tune or a whisper,
it vanishes, it fades away, that vibe of magic,
inevitably, the beat goes on. The clock strikes hours, and we appear differently to the others.
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Open the doors to heaven, open the doors to the senses, how beautiful the beauty of majolica on smooth wood is.
Are you there in the world? Are you there for someone? Are you there in the sun, in the dark, in the green meadows? Open the doors of the heart, open the doors of feeling, the rest is aside,
the rest is everywhere, but the heart is always, forever with you. Don't joke, come on. Don't cheat with your heart, don't joke with your heart, never.
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Colourful daylights, colourful delights, the image is on the desk, it tells me about happyness, it tells me about glory, it tells me a lot. It is of today, the strenght, it is of today, the idea. It is of today, the surrender to nativity, to captivity in our frustration, in our isolation, in our boredom.
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I blush crimson as I am out of melody. I blush crimson because you want me to fade away. I am in a blur of coincidences of life. I am I am I am. I am in crimson. A wall of tears, a wall of tears. a wall of despair. Prepare the way, oh teach us to stay, oh teach to stay.
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Charmant, mon coeur, et dormant,
ce n'est pas le chaud, ce n'est le froid, c'est simplement la joie de vivre, de sentir, de gagner la bonne humeur, la beauté de tes yeaux et ta main sur mon visage.
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Miracolous, miracolous dreaming. When the sunset is speaking to us words of wisdom, in the orange of the sun light, in the violet of the dimlight.Miracolous dreaming. When dawn arrives suddenly and the day has begun. It is the sun, it is the sun up there.
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Herbstfarben, die Welt fällt, Labyrinth der Räume. Was fehlt? was ist los? Herbstfarben, gekochte Kastanien, Glühwein, Wein, nicht mich, mnicht ich. Herbstfarben, das Grau vermehrt sich, Herbstfarben, warum dann einem sitzenden Lebensstil nachgeben?
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We are the shot of the year, we are the shot of the year, now. We are survivers to ourselves, we are survivers to ourselves, now. Now the time goes on and sometimes we do not understand why cruelty has the best. Why? Why? Because we are a shot of the year, the shot of the year, the love of a second, the prayer not told, the purchase not made, the selling not done, forever we are free, forever we are we, forever we are made for ourselves and nothing is the rest.
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