PrincessPrincessYou're the princess of my dreams,Seeing you is just a beautiful sight,You illuminate them,You just irradiate light,With you by my side,I'm never in the dark,When I think of you,I think of a princess,I might just see the good,But ain't love blind?You're a blinding light,You're a pathway to happiness,You're all that I want,We complete each other,I'm you're prince charming,And you're my princess.
The windThe windThe wind,This invisible force,As peaceful and appreciated as a gentle flow,As strong and destructive as a hurricane.I'm just standing there enjoying the nice weather and wind,I think that this should be done more often,As very relaxing indeed.Can't you see I'm happy?Can't you just stop harming?Harming this beautiful nature who gave birth to wind?The wind,Useless,Yet absolutely necessary.I love you wind,And this is for you,Take those words and make them fly away.
Sitting on a cloudSitting on a cloudI think,I travel,I look,I observe,The blue sky,The blue Earth.Then I think again,To this beautiful blue,Colour of its eyes,Colour of the ocean,Filled with tears,Like drops,Fallen from my cloud.I travel,On the top of its head,Impassive white,It's neutral and calm,Storm black,It's the anger which dominates,Candy pink,It's the love which is in the wind.I look at,This supreme beauty,This woman's body,This new born life,This new formed cloud,It's a new beginning.I observe,Discreetly,Conscientiously,I note,I register,These small things,Who makes life.
Forbidden loveI found my love,And she's called Maria,I love her to bits,And she feels just the same,But it's an impossible love,Because Maria is a wooden doll,I tried to ask my local church,I tried to ask the highest priest,But no one wants to marry us,But no one understands true love,I was exiled to the forest,And I kept crying and crying,And several drops hit Maria,She started to glow,She started to transform,Into a beautiful woman,I'm yours forever she said,I'm yours forever I said,Because there's just nothing,As forbidden love.
Through the looking glassThrough the looking glassI see myself,And I see someone else,Both are me,But who should I really be?On one side,I'm pretty, naive and my dress is made of soothing colors,On the other side,I'm pretty, deadly, and my dress reflects a dark gloom,The choice,Breaks my heart as well as the glass,But does it reflect what I really want?The glass is all broken now,And I feel the grip of gloom taking me,Neither of my attributes will help me,I need to fall or resist,I'm leaving myself to fall,But falling into what I don't know,Maybe into happiness,I'm so naive,I'll wait until I hit the ground,Then I'll know,Will it hurt?Only god knows,Through the looking glass I've looked,And I don't see anything good,Maybe it's all in my mind,I'm so naive...
Little miraclesLittle miraclesThey happen every day,In every part of the world,Thought you don't need,To be a saint to make it happen.Just watching someone,And getting the same,Interconnectedness,Is just wonderful.It makes you have wings,It makes you forget everyone else,But this special person,You're looking at her,She's looking at you,There's a connexion between you,And when you make it in a funny way,That's a little miracle!