Cinderella von MENIAK [new album out NOW!!!]

Confusion

What keeps you grounded?
Loving your friends is like having the Joy.

What gives you cover?
Thus we're in eternal search of
Until we will find
The right religion
For the eternal commitment.

What offers you fulfilment?
To know that luck can create jobs
Owning money
Without vocation
Is emptiness.

What gives you love?
In black is he
Who lost it
Lonely
Who never finds it
But he who feels it
Is the One
And he who felt it
Knows the feeling of miracles.

What should we aspire to?
Where do we go?
What's life for?
Where's the sense?

a translation of a german poem of a friend of mine
[wow school still sometimes allows creativity...]

Deine Stimme

Ich war nicht allein an diesem Tag
und ich dachte, dich zu kennen
wie Träume täuschen
wie man es vermag
die Sehnsucht beim Namen zu nennen.

Ich saß nebenan
Du warst noch weit
Ich spürte keinen Verdacht.
Als nur deine Stimme die Hürden der Zeit
mit einem Mal vergänglich macht.

Ich tanze für dich durch den Schnee
es fehlt das Gefühl
ist es weit
Ich glaube an eine Odyssee,
denn Wege kreuzen unsere Zeit.

Meine Neugier ist größer als meine Weisheit,
doch meine Begleiterin, die Vorsicht, versperrt mir die Sicht.
Kenn ich die Lüge, so schätz ich die Wahrheit.
Und warum geht es andersrum nicht?

Deine Augen kann ich nicht lesen
Ich höre viel mehr als ich seh
Es ist wie ein unbekanntes Wesen,
das den Weg verdunkelt, den ich geh.

Ich glaube an dich
und ich glaube an mehr
Ich möchte irgendwann ins Licht.
Wo ist deine Stimme, die mich fragt
Warum grübelst du so sehr
und warum entscheidest Du dich nicht...

A Dream - A Vow

My dad wants me to show him my feet. He takes them, carefully but determinedly, holds them in his hands. He demands a vow from me, it's about my pride. He sees me crossing my feet and turns away. It seems for ever...




My very favorite (Picasso) artwork

Nohiboka

There's someone out there I love and he doesn't know...

There's someone somewhere who loves me but it's only like.
There's someone with me I like so much but it's too close.
There's someone next to me who is perfect but it was too fast.
There are some around me inviting me but they're not there when I need them.

And there's someone out there I love but he doesn't know...

He's like my brother, my father and my dream in one.
He feels the way I feel, but he can express.
He thinks the way I think, but he finds a solution.
He believes the way I do, but he is strong.
And he lives what I dream.

When I think of him I start crying, not because I'm sad, but because I'm so scared he could cry in that moment, too.
When I think of him I feel so ashamed that I'm not as good as he is.

And I wonder how God could create someone whose mistakes are even so sweet that you'd bargain them.
And whose words are so wise that they float like pure gold in your veins.
Whose eyes observe you so truly, you feel they'd go blind if they ever lied; and whose smile is so honest and warm that it could never be spoiled or darkened.

There are secrets in him so deep, I could never understand their meanings.
And questions in him that I'm dying to find their answers.
I feel so small and meaningless when he tells me that I mean much to him.
And I cannot stop imagining lying in his arms.

Nohiboka, you know what I mean.
You might call me too prim...
and what if I am?
And what if I'm not royal enough for you?

Then I don't wake up for a long time and the days just pass
because no one is there to hold them back. To hold me.