"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Posts tagged “heaven

childhood tanka

childhood flavour is
apple pie and happiness
unspoiled strong scent of
cinnamon and brown sugar
and Heaven in mother’s smile


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Marija Serifovic – Molitva / Das Gebet / The Prayer / La Prière

“I’m wide awake
An empty bed drives my dreams away
Life melts like ice
Disappears in the twinkling of an eye

I’m losing my mind,
Pushing reality out of sight
Our lips are touching softly
You’re the one I believe blindly

I walk around like crazy
Falling in love frightens me
Days are like wounds
Countless and hard to get through

Prayer…
It burns my sore lips like a fire
Prayer…
Thy name is something I admire
Heaven knows just as well as I do
So many times I have cried over you
Heaven knows just as well as I do
I pray and live only for you

I can’t lie to God
as I kneel down and pray
You’re the love of my life
That’s the only thing I can say
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Je ne peux pas fermer les yeux
Le lit vide dissipe le sommeil
Et la vie se fond
Et disparait vite, en un clin d’oeil.

Comme si je perdais la raison
Car je ne vois plus la re’alite
Je t’aime encore et
te suits partout

Comme une folle ; je ne sais pas ou aller
J’ai peur d ‘un nouvel amour
Et les jours comme des blessures
Je ne compte plus.

Une priere, comme une braise sur mes levres
est une prie`re, rien que ton nom au lieu des mots.
Le ciel le sait aussi bien que moi ;
Combiens des fois j’ai re’pete’
Que ton nom est ma seule prie`re

Mais je ne peux mentir a` Dieu
pendant que je prie
et je ments si je dit
que je ne t’aime pas”


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From The Heaven Of My Heart

Songwriters: Pekka Kainulainen, Santeri Kyoesti Kallio

“I who have forged the heavens
I also have my king
To northland I was sent

I was cast to distant Pohjola
Enforced by my king’s spells
His orders undenied

From the small crumbs of earth
From the fleece of summer eve
From the memory of a single seed

From the flair of a swan’s feather
I let the milk come seeping
From the heaven, the heaven of my heart

There my skills were known to them all
They all knew my name
All knew of my might

And I forged a godly device
A machine divine
The gates of plenty opened by me

From the small crumbs of earth
From the fleece of summer eve
From the memory of a single seed

From the flair of a swan’s feather
I let the milk come seeping
From the heaven, the heaven of my heart.”