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Hero
I remember when you were more honest and didn't hit me;
I remember when you were still a loving and caring father;
I remember
I remember when you were happy and didn't shout at me;
I remember when you still smiled and listened to me yet;
I remember
I remember when you were my father, my hero
I remember when you threw more burbot and taught me to ride a bike;
I remember how you believed still that I would become an artist;
I remember
I remember when you were a person and say hello to everyone;
I remember how you still looked at me when I was sad yet;
I remember
I r .....
Pole kohta
Pettumused hävitavad mu hinge
ja täidab selle sooviga - surm.
Mõned arvavad, et olen nii vinge
ning keegi ei aima, et neid ootab ees mu surm.
Mina sündisin siia, et varakult lahkuda.
Ei oodanud ma tõesti, et ei pruugi siia mahtuda.
Minu jaoks on see maailm väike kurjus
ning minu pääsetee muredest on olla purjus.
Minu jaoks pole kohta, kus paistab päike.
Mind ootab põrgu, kus põriseb äike.
Kuid olen kõigest nii väike,
et minust saab vaid silma kurbuse läike.
My wounds are deep,
can't get any sleep.
All I do is weep,
all our memories I keep.
Trying to move along,
listening to our song.
Living life wrong,
sadness stretched too long.
Coping with this pain,
nothing to gain.
Crying in the rain,
laying in painful vain.
A never-ending path,
unexpected wrath.
Tears fill the bath,
this is the aftermath.
A big price I paid,
onto the railroad I laid.
I'm a worthless maid,
who needs a ton of aid.
Myself is all I hate,
the hour is once again late.
Death is my certain fate,
but also a freedom gate.
Fucked up, I let myself .....
Vaba - Vang
Kartust täis pimedus haarab nii kaasa
Toormates tunned, kuis vaibub ta tuul,
Värise, hinga koos temaga tasa
Ta õpib siis lugema sõnu su suul.
Ei ümbritsev torm ei häiri sind enam,
Ei lõputult vinguv ta hingete muul,
Siin olete teie – vaid sina ja tema
Ja pimestav kirg, mida kehastab kuu.
Tiina Klemets
revisal
Performs error correction for the starting
Re getting the authenticity of the morning, it seems
Sadness, happiness is unwittingly feet
The dossier covers the concerns of a new page
Brightest bed linen can be washed out
Straightened keerutub päevinäind ganglia
All will be a better way to re-
A black and white colors adorn the living.
night gasp
Light the night sky from the body of one of the two voolib
Evergreen dancing sensation around the navel rounds
Weekday resemble uinund clothes on a chair
This is our time and moments. Let us honor those flashback.
Eve sings of peace, prayer postures join
The silence in the middle of town. Only the heart beats the rhythm
Nakedness of the soul attachment airends winter
I was you, I sinu.Tule, I did call.
Sun rise and gently cuddle each other's feelings
A new day in the heat of love
You go every day, to work, leaving aside
Our stars in our sky. I hope they are not sets.
Tärn, tärn ehk pealkirjatu
I want to touch you, but I am afraid that you go broke,
When I say I love you, I will do it well.
I'd like to talk to you and I'm talking about you're the best thing that ever happened to me, the way it is.
I'd take you with me fellow,
If I scream that I hate you, then you deserve it.
I'd like to get you to run and hug you,
I will call upon your name and tell you to please.
I'd like to tell you how good you are, what you mean to me's,
If I do that, then please listen to me.
I want you to believe everything I say,
When I am standing in rain - when I cry and wait for you, th .....
Jõilukuised ilma vingerpussid
Jõulukuised ilma vingerpussid.
Nüüd jõulukuul on ilm ju sula,
Igal pool ju vesi vulab,
Lumi oli maas ju meil,
Ei enam ole suusateid.
Nüüd näeb vaid märgi loikusid,
Karud siiski suikusid,
Jõulupühaks ehk ju ikkagi,
On ka lund ju rikkasti.
Siis vanataat saab sõita saaniga,
Kui tahab hoida tava ta.
Kuid kui ilm jääb siiski sulaks,
Jõulud siiski meile tuleks.
Ehkki mustad oleksid,
Pühad siiski oleksid.
Me maal on mõnus elada,
Ilm siis aina üllatab.
pain in heart.
Never enough words to explain.
Never enough feelings to feel.
Never enough the sun to shine.
In heart there is only stressing
Pain, getting harder.
Never enough reasons to smile.
Never enough force to be able to do somethig.
Never enough light to get out from darkness.
In soul there are only revolving frozen dreams.
Live up to your dreams
Everyone desires to be popular
and the ones that don’t, lie to themselves.
A human by nature wants to please
whoever is around and does so by all means.
Though once caught up in the belief,
that everything around is cheap,
They close their eyes to their destiny,
for their conscious, it’s too big of a mystery,
and life goes on in a shallow pond,
without ever reaching the open sea or beyond.
The individual identity gets cremated,
and that’s how mainstream is created.
Live up to your dreams, not what they expect,
that’s how you’ll earn your self-respect.
Though remember .....
I don't think I'm going crazy...
Everything seems to fly me by,
in these days I don’t even try
to go out and make a difference.
I don’t need grades or a job reference.
I dream because I don’t like the reality.
A couple of times a day I end up in panicking
because of the fear of losing the grip
and leaving on a mental hospital trip.
I don’t think I’m going crazy,
so I don’t need you to save me.
If anything, then I’m finding out
what my life is all about.
This growing up is like shitting bricks,
I haven’t learned these circus tricks.
So if you’ve seen more than me,
I’d learn the lesson happil .....