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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Leaving the stage behind, forgetting the tricky light. Embracing the Universe. I hold my hand. Forever faithful to the duty and the love. Looking for my star up there. Over there the silence may frighten. It is fear of the unknown, it is fear of the wrong way. Embracing the Universe. I hold my hand, leaving the stage, leaving the stage behind. Goodbye.
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I escape the time of sorrow when I think of the past. When I think of what I believed was true. Liars are everywhere liars are for those who don't want to struggle for themselves, they look for a denial, they look for a little and they fear the climbing, this is what I am near now. I look at the sky and I have no sorrow.
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Ca va? Ca va la vie? Ca va? Ca va le ciel? Ca va? Ca va l'amie? Ca va? Ca va bien. La rue est plein, la rue est belle, la rue est pleine de mysteres, la rue est simplement la mirroir du personnes. C'est trop facile, c'est trop facile, la bruit du pleu et due pluie. C'est trop plaisir la vue du boulangerie. Comment va ton coeur?
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Rivolgo i miei pensieri al cielo, ringrazio il cielo dei miei pensieri, cerco il bello in quello che ho, grazie dei miei tormenti, grazie dei miei doveri, grazie delle mie pene, grazie di essere ancora qui. Rivolgo i miei sogni al cielo, credo che domani sia meglio, oggi voglio solamente dire ciao alla vita, ciao a tutto quello che mi dà.
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Dreaming beneath the waves, dreaming along the way, escaping a nightmare that you have cancelled, with your love, with your voice, with your speeches that have no end! Dreaming a long happiness, dreaming a long ride, living a love that smells good. Kissing myself, with you I fell safe, with you I feel fine, with you I have no fear. With you I simply am.
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Nous nous réfugions dans notre monde de câlins, comme nous aimons notre monde de câlins. Câlins, câlins, câlins à l'infini. Câlins, câlins, nous nous y cachons, nous nous sublimons dans un chœur de voix angéliques, nous nous reconnaissons. Câlins, notre monde de câlins, câlins et rien d'autre.
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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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Hang on a thought of poison, feeling upset, feeling a cloth. Maybe tomorrow, maybe one day, nostalgia will vanish, but now I fade away, but now I meet with the dark side. Never to blame, never to forget, love was real daytime, love was what I discovered and it was sane. Safely I walk, safely I promise to myself this solitude between you and me shall never end!
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Come fossi acqua del cielo, come fossi acqua del cielo, come fossi acqua del cielo, scendo giù a valle, cresce il sentimento di odio verso chi nega il progresso e cresce pure il disprezzo per le cose comuni. Come fossi acqua del cielo, come fossi acqua del cielo, come fossi acqua del cielo, mi invento una favola che mi faccia sentire più su, più su di una montagna, sali, sali, sali, amore per l'essere umano, sali, sali, sali e non pentirtene mai.
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Monsters, behind the corner, monsters, monsters, who are you? Pity is the confusion between the people, pity is the continuos non sense of the events.Cry, cry, cry for nothing, cry, cry, cry for nowhere, cry, cry, cry for the past that has gone with all the victims of greed. Monsters, monsters, monsters, you will fade away with the wrong.
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Il est temps de se cacher, de s'arrêter, de regarder autour de soi. Il est temps de choisir un endroit et de verser quelques larmes. Le minimalisme existe, l'ordinaire existe, l'odeur de l'urine existe, l'odeur du vomi existe, l'odeur de l'étrange existe, la vue des excréments abandonnés existe. Un jour viendra où ce sentiment reviendra, ce jour viendra où je me tiendrai au centre de l'Univers avec ma conception de l'amour.
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Keep leaves down on the grass. Keep birds in your ears. All loves may accompany you. All love may accompany you. All loves might open your mind to happyness.Happyness. Love is not to vanish, it is eternal vibe, it is eternal move.
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Das Meer im Sommer, das Meer im Sommer, ein Kuss auf die Augen, eine warme Umarmung am Meeresufer, ich drücke meinen Körper ans Meeresufer, ich sammle einfach Muscheln, ich lasse mich von der Meeressonne einlullen, ich lasse mich wärmen und mehr nicht.
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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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Whispers of love have never been heard by myself. Cry of pleasure have never been shown to myself, this was the common behaviour, that was how our love began. Shame and respect, desire and tenderness. They say it was 'jamming'. I say it was a great love. Maybe the rise is difficult, but believe me that the ascent is even more perillous and full of tricks. The spiritual everlasting flame will always support my path and I hope yours as well.
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On the bus, almost end of the year, on the bus, almost dry and cold. On the bus, almost unfair, uneasy and unpleasant, for a while, those are my principle thoughts. Dark thoughts, on the bus, then I want to believe the sun will shine again into my my heart and into my mind. On the bus.
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We come to the end of words. We come to redesign the future.
we come to the end of show time.
We come to the end of the end and nothing more and nothing more. Soft ideas lead to the halt of everything.Hard change come to evolution.Nowadays we struggle for the item. Nowadays we struggle for the common survival. We come to the end of nothing. We start again then to hope.
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Where my fault is I surrender to love. Where my destiny lies the future comes next. Kites, demanding. Kites, demanding. It is up to slewing, maybe not, maybe yes. Eternity. Where my fault is the surrender comes. Chewly world, pretty world, real life is choral.
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Un deux trois, je ouvre la porte. Un deux trois quatorce, le monde le bas. Je ferme une finestre. Je ecoute toi, tres loin, c'est moi. Temps, je prendre le jour, je peins la vie, un peu de eau, un peu de l' heures. Je aime la nuit, je aime la bonne nuit. Je m'habillie et je marche. Plus ou moins. A pres de onze, Je arrive. Je viens, je viens a coute de l'arbre. Je suis enchantee, je cherche un peu de l'eau fraiche, Je trouve un point de rencontre.
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