Sõnale bird leiti 16 luuletust
The Beatles - Free As A Bird
Vaba kui lind
See on paremuselt järgmine asi
Olla vaba kui lind
Kodu, kodus ja turvaliselt
Lendan nagu koju pöörduv lind
Nagu lind tiibadel
Mis iganes juhtus
Elu, mida me kunagi teadsime?
Kas me tõesti suudame elada ilma üksteiseta?
Kus me sideme kaotasime
Tunde, mis tähendas nii palju?
See andis mulle alati tunde kui sellise
Vaba kui lind
Nagu paremuselt järgmine asi
Vaba kui lind
Kodu, kodus ja turvaliselt
Lendan nagu koju pöörduv lind
Nagu lind tiibadel
Vaba kui lind
Nagu paremuselt järgmine asi
Vaba kui lind
Kodu, kodus ja turvaliselt
Lendan nagu .....
Meant To Be
I am not a mountain top
Reaching towards the sky
I am not a fountain drop
Watering what's dry
I am not a birch tree branch
With birds and buds on braids
I am not an ocean tide
Creating giant waves
I am silent, deep and slow
I am not that big
I'm a root of dark and light
You have to feel and dig
I am silent, deep and slow
I am not that wide
I'm a root of dark and light
And love
That's meant to hide
/Mari*Uri/
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
Kaaren
31 oktoober, 1994, tõuseb käsi välja hauast
täna sajab ja linn on öötuledes
ärgatakse kättemaksu pärast
ja ollakse linnas kurjusega võideldes;
mees, kes surematu ja hingeloomaks
on kaaren, Ericu see tema kõik
seega võtku jõuk kuriteod omaks
kostab musta linnu hõuik;
ees grimm ja kätes mõõgad
T-Bird, Tin Tin, Funboy ja Skank
jõugus mõrtsukad, ärimehed ja vaqrgad
Eric Draven on peatamatu tank;
ei saa mitte puhata mulla all
ohvrid ootavad õigust
selles linnas, mis must ja hall
täna õhtul palju pahandust;
ei tee viga ei kuul, kirves, tuli ja pomm
arm .....
XXXVI
I genuinely hope for us - our beings, whether physical or not - to have a chance at being the other's moon. To shine like stars and let our spirits connect by song. To let our songbirds soar freely and uncaged. I hope to love you the way I do until death do us part - till our bones decay and till the magic in our stardust vanishes and we fade away.
— and1aculaStillness Speaks
Stillness speaks...
It's cold and windy
Sun is silent
Up in sky
People are
In hiding mode
While birds forgetting
How to fly...
I am here
So white and warm
Wakened eyes
And open heart
Watching how
The light is born
And feeling...
We are not apart
/Mari*Uri/
All Things
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All things wise and wonderful
`T was God that made them all
Each little flower that opens
Each little bird that sings
He made their glowing colours
And made their tiny wings
The purple headed mountains
The river running by
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky
The cold wind in the winter
The pleasant summer sun
The ripe fruits in the garden
He made them every one
He gave us eyes to see them
And lips that we might tell
How great is the Almighty
How has made all things well
All things brigh .....
Life is a deception with bewitching longing
Life is a deception with bewitching longing
That’s why she’s so strong
What with your rough hand
Fatal writes letters.
I always close my eyes
I say: “Only disturb my heart,
Life is a deception, but sometimes it is
Decorates with joys a lie.
Face the gray sky
Fortune telling on the moon
Calm down mortal and don't demand
The truth that you do not need. "
Good in bird cherry blizzard
To think that this life is a path
Let the easy friends deceive
Let easy friends change.
Let me caress with a gentle word
Let the tongue be sharper than razors, -
I live long read .....
Consiousness
Aphrodisiac, silent
yet subtle.
Powerful vibrations of inner warmth
disrupts the reality.
Soft colours of just a touch,
connected by the roots of
eternity
A journey in to the abyss
from what an firebird reunites with the world.
Common sense of chaos and disorder...
Play it with an tape recorder.
Delusion
I hate the categories like
Something’s wrong and something’s right
I don’t know neither law nor moral
Don’t go by bible or by choral.
I want the life to be in flower,
To „carpe diem“ every hour.
We’re rational and get things done
But when it comes to having fun
We do not act as is our due
and deviate from habitude
Skipping acroanesthesia
of felinophiles
yet in our rhapsodys
we can feel the vibes
What i don’t like is insincereness
And with this song i’ll try to be less:
Was scared that some day i’d back out
Like young and temerous boyscout
A .....
You
Everytime you´re like a wild rose by the evening light
Everytime you´re like an angel in the morning twilight
There´s always a goddess in your tender lovely eyes
Everytime you´re like a bird flying alone in the lover´s sky
And your beauty won´t fade away, I swear it´s no lie
There´s always something special about your smile
You are so beautiful, I must tell the world about you
You are so beautiful, believe me it´s so true
You are a wild angel just for me
You are my symphony
You are a wild angel just for me
You are my destiny
Everytime you´re like a wild rose to me n .....