Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love

ολο το ‘‘όνειρο‘‘....


(απο θανάση έτσι; διότι αμα το πιάσουμε γενικά,σωθηκαμε....) <br><br>Το μήνυμα διορθώθηκε από τον/την: Shu_Ji, στις: 28/05/2007 00:15

Κι όσες κι αν χτιζουν φυλακές κι αν ο κλοιός στενεύει,
ο νους μας είναι αληταριό που όλο θα δραπετεύει.......

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
\"Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row\"

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
\"Which Side Are You On?\"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

¼ταν πεθάνω βρέ Γιωργή όταν σαλπάρω από τη γη
βάλε στην κάσα μου πανιά
βάλε της άγκυρας σκοινιά
πες πως ταξίδεψε κι αυτός ο τυχερός
ο τυχερός..

δυσκολο να ξεχωρισεις.απο τον θαναση πολλοι στιχοι ειναι αγαπημενοι.

...θα αναζητω ελευθερια μεχρι να ρθει το τελευταιο ναυαγιο,περιμενουμε το κυμα να μας βγαλει στην αμμουδια/κι ειναι το ταξιδι αυτο που αξιζει τελικα...αγκαλιασε τη ζωη κ πηδα στο κενο/στη θαλασσα που απλωνεται μπροστα σου/στη θαλασσα που ειναι ενα ονειρο τρελλο/στο ασπρομαυρο να βρεις τα χρωματα σου...κανενας πονος δεν ειναι αρκετος{καπως ετσι ειναι οι στιχοι,ραζασταρ}

\"Αχ να μου'να καλύτερος,
αχ να μην ήμουν ψέυτης,
και στο μεγάλο κάλεσμα
να μην φοβόμουνα\"

Εεπ! Ophelia! Συμφωνούμε βλέπω! <br><br>Το μήνυμα διορθώθηκε από τον/την: nadi, στις: 28/05/2007 10:28