You, soft and only
You, lost and lonely
You, just like heaven

Kleine Blumen

Kleine Blumen, kleine Lieder,
Heller Klang und bunte Pracht,
Blumen, die ich nicht gezogen,
Lieder, die ich nicht erdacht:-
Und ich selber hätte nichts,
Dir zu bringen, Dir zu danken,
Sollte heute, heute schweigen?
Ach, was mein war, die Gedanken,
Sind ja längst, schon längst Dein Eigen.

Hugo von Hofmannsthal


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skin to skin


She does not lazy dance
her hands on me
She does not talk, no pretty talk
She pleasures silently
But with her, I am summer
I warm easy to her heart
She fill me full, she fill me full
She make me complete

chorus:
Skin to skin
Skin to skin
No cold wind blow on me
No cold wind blow on me

Skin to skin
Skin to skin
The light, it shine on me
The light it shine on me

He is a secret soldier
With pieces inside broke
He hides in his own darkness
His fire has no smoke
And, when my body songs begin
When he holds me tight
He chases all my shadows
And I burn so bright

Chorus:
Skin to skin
Skin to skin
No cold wind blow on me
No cold wind blow on me

Skin to skin
Skin to skin
The light, it shine on me
The light, it shine one me

Winter inside of me
Ice to fight the storm
She cannot see
What I hide in me
I can't be strong
Beside her warm

Skin to skin (She's too close)
Skin to skin (much too close)
No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)
No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)

Skin to skin (She touches soft)
Skin to skin (ah, much too soft)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning me)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning me)

Skin to skin (she's too close)
Skin to skin (ah,much too close)
No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)
No cold wind blow on me (she's got a hold on me)
Skin to skin (she touches soft)
Skin to skin (ah, much too soft)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning on me)
The light, it shines on me (her fire is burning on me)

Harry Belafonte


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Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Und ich heb' Dich zum Himmel,
wie das große Meer,
einen kleinen toten Fisch.
Und ich berühr' Dich,
wie Du Dich selber manchmal
bei Vollmond.

Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Und ich nehm' Dich bei der Hand,
wie der Elvis sein Presley,
damals, wies ihm noch gut gangen is.
Und ich schau Dich an,
wie der liebe Gott, ein kleines
Baby anschaut, bevor er's schickt.

Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Und wann'st lachst, dann renn i auf's Häusel
und schreib: Hallelujah! an'd Wand.
Und wann'st weinst, dann reiß ich mir
die Rippen auße und leg Dein Kopf
auf mei Herz.

Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Und wann'st stirbst und jeder traurig is,
dann sei's bitte ich der Dir die
Augerln schließt.

Zart, ganz zart, viel zart.

Ludwig Hirsch




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Secret Symphony

"Secret Symphony"

You're like a secret symphony
That was created just for me.
Some knowing mind, some guiding hand
Must have designed, must have planed it.

You're like a garden in a land
Of barren rock and lonely sand,
Where rain can fall, where grass can grow
And through it all, I can love you so.

Isn't it strange, but it's only a feeling
Isn't it weird, it feels like I'm stealing your soul.
Isn't it wild, this world that we know now
It's gonna be fun wherever we go now.

You're like a prayer I'm scared to say
The one who might have got away
Somebody worth all I've had to face
No one on Earth could replace you.

You're like a secret symphony
That was created just for me.
Some knowing mind, some guiding hand
Must have designed, must have planed it.

Katie Melua

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The moon’s a harsh mistress

See her HOW she flies
Golden sails across the sky
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon’s a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold

Once the sun did shine
And lord it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pine
And then the darkness fell
The moon’s a harsh mistress
It’s hard to love her well

I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face, yes I did
And I tripped and I missed my star
And I fell and fell alone
The moon’s a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone

The moon’s a harsh mistress
She’s hard to call your own

written by Jimmy Webb
1974 White Oak Songs (ASCAP)




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