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I'm gonna rain tonight
04:18
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I’m gonna rain tonight
My hair smells like the stormy clouds and wings.
The skies are painted in all shades of blue and red
And it’s no use in crying over little things.
Tonight, I think I’m gonna rain instead.
I’m gonna soar tonight with birds of wonders
I’ll wrap myself in these electric skies
I’m gonna roar tonight, with all my thunders
Because tonight, the storms live in my eyes.
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Traces of Green
05:14
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Traces of Green
Come closer. Lay your head. Now close your eyes. And listen:
These are the stories that you will tell when it's your time.
Traces of green embedding winter's slow, hushed whispers
And memories of amber skies in prime.
There's so much movement in this silence
And so much love lies in this solitude - just like a spell.
Listen: there is a tale in every fragrance;
These echoes are the stories you must tell.
Look past the end of rainbows and forgotten sorrows;
Feel all these blades of grass pushing your palm,
And find the stories born from the despair of no tomorrows,
In all these hidden storms that live within the calm.
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Departure
05:23
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Departure
She has been here – almost like a hide and seek game.
The warmth of her soles still lingers on the ground.
The roundness of her shoulders is nowhere to be found.
And only the trees know her true name.
A fost aici si a plecat.
Pamantul reavan e inca fierbinte de urma talpilor ei
Palmele tale inca plang dupa rotunjimea umerilor sai.
Numai copacii ii stiu numele adevarat.
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Perfect Picture
04:59
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Perfect Picture
This sunset caressing your hair:
Is picture perfect: red on red.
There’s a hint of the storm well ahead:
Fiery tones lingering hot in the air.
The rain will kiss your tired forehead
While you run with the wild and the free
And what a perfect picture by the sea:
The sun on your hair, painting red on red.
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Cartas de amor
03:52
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Cartas de amor
Hoy econtré el verde de mi corazón:
Amor sellado en una carta de madera, sin razón
Atado con dos cuerdas de acero.
Toda la paz y luz te doy, bonito extranjero.
Verde Verdadero
de verdad:
verte, verde,
veo un verdadero vuelto,
volviéndome verde,
de verdad. . .
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Colours of my skies
04:18
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Colours of my Skies
Red skies at midnight
And never spoken thoughts, painted in blues
Orange dawns in gleaming light;
Another lonely morning, bathed in golden hues…
Some dusks of pink hopes
Raising the dust through the horizons;
Amber beams on ashen slopes,
And gum trees, knolls and dandelions.
Purple muted tones
And lonely streams of blue, electric dyes
On lime and silver stones,
Painting a picture with the colours of my skies.
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Bajo el mismo sol
07:00
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Bajo el mismo sol
Que maravilla de saber que Voce y Yo vivimos bajo el mismo sol.
Y quando el silencio reina, pidiendo el control
Se me acabaron las palabras, y Yo tengo ninguna.
Que maravilla de saber que vamos a mirar la misma luna.
Que maravilla! Que merveille! And what a wonder
That you and I are living under the same bright sun
Et quand je n'ai plus de mots, we’ll dream of skies of amber
On va regarder la lune. Together, we’ll watch the moon, as one.
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Negative space
03:27
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Negative space
Soft piano notes stream quietly into the air
Your gypsy soul knows where the roads rise.
You hide your eyes into the darkness of your hair
And rain is gently kissing your disguise.
No other soul around during this crazy race
Void to the left, a few more steps onto your right
You placed a subtle smile to counter their embrace
And space the gap with silence, this quiet, starry night.
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Through my heart
03:24
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Through My Heart
Maybe our souls were meant to dream as one
Temple on temple and heart next to heart
Silence to silence, two riders on the run,
Hand holding hand, not meant to come apart.
Two halves of same horizon, we sail across the sky:
Tempests within a silence and tides within a shoal
Colours that spell a lifetime and smiles within a cry
I wish the world could see right through your very soul
Stars in your eyes, like melted drops of rain
Meeting the golden rays of morning sun
I read through you the joys and all the pain
Of thousands words that haven't yet been spun.
We're Stream and River, drawing cores from depths
Where shapes and lines and colours play the part
Of songs unsung, undying love and strengths;
I wish the world could see you through my heart.
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Self portrait
04:10
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Self Portrait
I'm made of blue and mountains;
Of salty taste and summers,
Long silences and echoes,
Snow, clouds and stormy waters.
I'm made in equal parts
Of sunrises and darkness
tied up with shiny moon beams
And windy whispers through quiet blades of grass,
Of solitary trees that shelter all their birds,
Rivers gone dry and icy streams.
I'm made of hopes and tales untold
Of amber skies and loosing without trying,
Of drops of rains and rainbows raising high above,
Horse riding in the sunsets bright as gold,
I'm made of rocky seas and winning without gaining
I'm made of love.
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Harvey Welsh Canberra, Australia
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