Bolland & Bolland - The Last Apache

He was just a boy
They called him Rising Sun
He grew up proud and strong

Sound of ancient songs
Ringing in his ears
For so many years

Now he's grown a man
The music dies
Just hear the sound of battlefights

Hear the shooting guns
The soldiers rise
The Indian run

Ride on, Indian soldier
You want to be free
Give him back his country
He's the last Apache
The last Apache

Hear the distant drums
Fighting their last fight
It ended overnight

Gave his life in vain
Rising Sun
Won't shine again

Ride on, Indian soldier
You want to be free
Give him back his country
He's the last Apache
The last Apache

Once the Indians were free
To live in their own country
Then came the white man
He took away their land
And only one of them survived
He is the last Apache

Ride on, Indian soldier
You want to be free
Give him back his country
He's the last Apache
The last Apache

The last Apache

 

Δίλημμα

Μη με βάλεις να διαλέξω…
Δίπλα σου να πλαγιάσω και να ακούω στίχους να τραγουδά η φωνή Σου στην Ψυχή μου…
Ή στην αγκαλιά μου Θείο αλάβαστρο να μετρά το κορμί σου πόντο πόντο το άγγιγμά μου;

Αν ο Έρωτας δίνει φτερά, κάνε με να πετάξω πλάι στον Ήλιο…
Φύσα πνοή στο άκουσμά μου, ζωγράφισε Εικόνα στη Φαντασία μου με το Λόγο που γεννά ο αγέρας, Πνοή Γέννας που μετουσιώνεται από τα Θεία Χείλη…
Και άσε τα δικά μου χείλη να μετρούν κάθε σπιθαμή του Βωμού των Μουσών που ενσαρκώθηκαν στην Ύπαρξή Σου…
Ρίγησε μεθυστικά στο χάδι μου όπως ριγώ εγώ στη φωνή Σου…
Και μαζί να αγγίξουμε το Τέλος της Πραγμάτωσης…

Αν είναι αλήθεια ότι όταν πεθαίνεις η ζωή σου περνά μπροστά από τα μάτια σου, ανυπομονώ να πεθάνω για να ξαναζήσω τις στιγμές μου κοντά σου…

© 2011 Νικόλαος Παναγοδημητρόπουλος
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Nouvelle Vague - In a Manner of Speaking

In a Manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing

In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that I feel about you
Is beyond words

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed

So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing.

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh, oh, oh, oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything