Gedichte auf Englisch

I guess to be hurt is travelling to the source of your heart
maybe it reveals the most important art
maybe the most beautiful hearts are craving for more attention
but you buried yours and put thousands of rocks to hide that perfection

nature is simple
birth, life and death
but it truly feels like having just one breath.

the hurting is admiring yet destroying you
destroying your false sense of life
and if you ever wonder why
look at what you do

nature is real
loving, caring but breaking
and again you notice yourself shaking

If you ever get hurt by anyone in your precious short time
know that maybe it is fine
maybe it is the beginning and the eternal pure existence of yours
that will bloom and last forever without force.

those stars
alone at the sky
leaving everything just for
this moment in peace

their cries can be heard
from far and wide
im happy for them
but sad as them

could you bring me
those lonely stars?
just for a second
just for a moment

i want to be free
like them
i want to be myself
like them

and i know that i have
to pay a priece
its all about not giving up
because were one with the sky we named world.

Some people say that
Finally
You mainly regret the things
You haven't done ...
There are certain moments
Like this
When I think
I surely will ...
'Cause there was that day
That unforgettable day
A long time ago
Although it seems to me
As if it was yesterday
When I could have kissed her
At the crossroads
The woman who means
So much to me
Could have kissed her tenderly ...

I must have been a fool
Not to do ...
I must have been a wise guy
As she still means
So incredibly much to me ...

In shadows deep, he carved his name,
A rebel soul, untamed by fame.
With iron voice and haunted eyes,
He sang beneath electric skies.

The Prince of Darkness took the stage,
A storm of sound, a sacred rage.
Through Sabbath nights and solo flight,
He lit the dark with blinding light.

A star in flesh, wild and bold,
His tales of madness, legends told.
Yet now he rests beyond the flame,
The cosmos whispers still his name.

No longer bound by mortal breath,
He dances past the edge of death.
A burning star, forever bright,
He rides the riffs of endless night.

So raise your horns, let silence break,
For Ozzy’s soul, the stars awake.
The Prince of Darkness, never gone,
He sings above the great beyond.

MiKa