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Weltfrieden wohnt im Herzen,
führt zur Seele macht uns stark.
Schwäche führt zum Kämpfen,
macht das Leben leer und hart.

Weltfrieden für ein Leben
auf der Erde frei im All.
Weltfrieden für die Liebe,
die allein die Wege kennt.

Meine Botschaft ist sehr einfach:
Gemeinsam ist der Weg.
In der Weite ist die Antwort.
Fortschritt ist das Zauberwort.

Die Vielfalt aller Menschen
ist nicht hier für Zank und Streit.
Sie ist hier für Glück und Freude,
die allein die Vielfalt gibt.

In dem Leuchten deiner Augen
sehe ich den schönen Weg,
wenn du glücklich bist mit Liebe,
hoffnungsstark mit Lebenslicht.

Weltfrieden wohnt im Herzen,
gibt uns Wissen zukunftsweit.
Gibt uns Zeit für unser Werden
und ein Lächeln, das befreit.

Weltfrieden wohnt im Herzen,
führt zur Seele macht uns stark
für den Weg ins Unbekannte,
das allein die Liebe kennt.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

Check out what you do.
Trust your inner you.
Grow into the true.
Don’t be your own foe.

Reach your satisfaction.
The key is power-action.
Find the love-expression.
Don’t miss your destination.

Check out what you do.
Trust your inner you.
Grow into the true.
Don’t be your own foe.

Endurance is the winner.
Patience is the clue.
Perfection is the answer
to whatever you are askin’ for.

Stand up when you fall.
Don’t give up the goal.
You can get it all.
Stay true to the call.

Check out what you do.
Trust your inner you.
Grow into the true.
Don’t be your own foe.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

From the war-zone you get an E-mail as perfect as it can be.
From the war-zone you get an E-mail as perfect as it can be.
How are you in the homeland where everyone seems to agree?

Sex, lies and politics: That’s what we are here for.
Sex, lies and politics: That’s what we are here for.
You can grow flowers and in the evening close the door.

There is that perfect E-mail, tellin’ everything is allright.
There is that perfect E-mail, tellin’ everything is allright.
But I know honey, we are passin’ through the pitch-black night.

Beyond the war-zone there is the world of the free.
Beyond the war-zone there is the world of the free.
You have to do something if there you want to be.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

Every life is precious, is a moment of god.
Every life is sacred, is there to be loved.
Every life is given for the birth of love.
The earth is weeping when love is betrayed.
The earth is weeping when man turns to hate.
The earth is weeping and you felt it in your breast.

Every life is precious in a moment of bliss.
Every life is sacred, it’s in every kiss.
Every life is given for peace and happiness.
The earth is weeping when you cannot forgive.
The earth is weeping when you do not want peace.
The earth is weeping when you aren’t free.

Every life is precious, is every moment with you.
Every life is sacred, is given for sweet love.
Every life is given for the end of war.
The earth is weeping when man wants to kill.
The earth is weeping when the light gets dim.
The earth is weeping tears of lost dreams.

Every life is precious, is a moment of light.
Every life is sacred, is the smiling child.
Every life is given to be at Your side.
The earth is weeping tears of paradise.
The earth is weeping with tender eyes.
The earth is weeping until you make Her smile.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

Experiences taught me how to make demands…
As long as there are hallowed grounds of triumph…
There are many paths to the great glory…
A shared purpose in achievement…
The power of the call…
A chance to make history…
Experiences taught me how to make demands.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

Dein wildes Feuer brennt hell wie der Himmel,
glühend mit Leidenschaft.
Deine Kraft einer Sonne gleich,
heiß und unzerstörbar.
Deine Seele ist flammendes Leben,
ist deine Liebe,
deine Wärme,
deine Zärtlichkeit.
Wild deine Stärke,
heroisch wie die Undendlichkeit in dir.
Nichts kann dich beirren,
niemand stoppt deinen Sturm.
Mut ist dein Kuss.
Was bedeutet es ein Held zu sein?
Eines ist gewiß:
Du bist frei.
Dein wahrer Sieg ist die Liebe,
die du grenzenlos gibst.

 
 
(© 2007 Mirakali)

WILD IN THE CITY, DESIRE LIKE A CONE OF FIRE.
WILD IN THE CITY, DESIRE LIKE A CONE OF FIRE.
I‘M IN THE COUNTRY, RISIN‘ ALWAYS HIGHER.

WILD IN THE CITY, THEY SHOW NO PITY.
WILD IN THE CITY, THEY SHOW NO PITY.
I‘M WONDERIN‘ HOW THEY SURVIVED SO LONG.

I‘M WITH THE GIRL, I‘M WITH HER SONG.
I‘M WITH THE GIRL, I‘M WITH HER SONG.
WE LOVE EACH OTHER AND IT AIN‘T WRONG.

WILD IN THE CITY. THE FIRE FLICKERS.
WILD IN THE CITY. THE FIRE FLICKERS.
THOUGHTS AREN‘T SWEET AND TRUTH AIN‘T BITTER.

THE VALUE OF WARMTH GROWS WITH THE YEARS.
THE VALUE OF WARMTH GROWS WITH THE YEARS.
PRICELESS IS THE LOVE THAT KNOWS NO FEARS.

A MOMENT WITH THE GIRL THAT STANDS AT YOUR SIDE.
A MOMENT WITH THE GIRL STANDIN‘ AT YOUR SIDE
REVEALS THE LIGHT, THE SOURCE OF LIFE.

LOST IN THE INNER WORLD OF MY GIRL.
LOST IN THE INNER WORLD OF MY GIRL.
THERE‘S NO ESCAPE, IT‘S JUST A GOOD PLACE.
THERE‘S NO ESCAPE, IT‘S JUST A GOOD PLACE.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

She went no further into subtleties
of the pressing questions only asked:
„Where is the Money? Is it gone?“
She stepped forward into the darkness.

There‘s no conception of one‘s own death,
but she saw no new people and places.
Only new events could keep alive in her
visions of the unexpected and of change.

He reached the door and opened it smoothly.
„What kind a thief would have found his way through
On a night like this? he said to himself.
She moved nearer to the fire, warming herself

„Why do you think I was in the other place?“
She said smiling and sipped her drink.
He turned his head with power and raised his pistol:
„You have to get in the car, sweetheart.“

„You don‘t have to shoot,“ she said.
He heard the rotors of a helicopter.
He swung his head around, oh man!
She yelled as the helicopter descended.

He was havin‘ great feelings for her.
Misplaced lust came over her.
It was a Ghost town with black suits.
She opened the helicopter door.

The engine was loud, and he had doubts.
„The car is gone!,“ she yelled,
„Get in here, come on, come on! Come on!“
He hauled himself through the door.

She watched him get up, gun in his hand.
„There is a time for anything – too many eerie lights,“
was a second‘s thought back in her mind.
She believed he said a word, but wasn‘t sure.

She went no further into subtleties
of the pressing questions only said:
„Money is wanted, somethin‘ will happen.“
They took off, decided on the target.

The Reich of fools, the American Führer.
It‘s Shit Place, not just religion.
‚Truth or the Abyss‘ is the code of the day.
Next time we do it it‘s for the Grace.

 
 
(© 2007 Michel Montecrossa)

Kosmische Träume tauchen am Horizont auf.
Intergalaktisches Geheimnis
wogend gleich einer stürmischen See
zwischen Traum und Wirklichkeit.

Sterne,
die Augen eines unsterblichen Wesens,
träumend, sinnend
geborgen in deinem Traum.

Der Gesang der Planeten wispert von Leben.
Kosmisches Erleben und ein Traum enthüllt
in dem zeitlosen Augenblick
eines Wonne-Kusses,
der alle Grenzen überschreitet,
dich befreit
und dir etwas schenkt von dem,
das jenseits des Verstehens geboren wird.

Nahe deines eigenen Geheimnisses,
jenseits von Worten
lauscht das Wunder
auf deinen Herzschlag.
 
 
(© 2007 Mirakali)

Alle, die ich finden kann
drück’ ich an mein Herz
manche sind schon lange dort
andere sind noch fern

Alle die nach Hause wollen
halten stets zusammen
keiner will der Erste sein
wir tauschen oft die Namen

Alle die verloren sind
werden dann gefunden
Keiner ist hier unbekannt
im Land von unserer Seele

Eines Tages kommst du dann
die Wüste brennt nicht mehr
die Welt die hat zwei Augen
zwei Hände und ein Herz
 
 
(© Copyright 2008 by Lake MC)