Japan-Schwert im Wind
Goddess with gray side hair
Why do I miss you
Still so much.
She who is such an important part
of my life,
what would I give
for a day with her.
Why do I miss you
still so much
more and more, I want you back,
Back to the beginning,
your walk,
why only I can't.
The goddess
with the
gray silk hair,
it was years ago,
a goddess appeared to me
with gray silk hair.
She was my friend
in my memory
her face burned in,
not she has passed away
gone,
but she waited for
my arrival.
Sword of lies
Where will you go, in your loneliness.
Like a wild rose, remains unapproachable.
What value has the truth
when the lie pierces me
pierces me like a sword.
A ring of deep friendship
lost in the past.
The melody of the warrior
A melody , a song.
This melody tells about
what counts.
And about the way you choose.
Tell your story.
The memory of a warrior.
In the night
from the dream of the past
awakened.
This Samurai- Snow White
This Samurai- Snow White
A sword ready to cramp,
the time of snow.
Like Snow White
he sits in the snow
with the parasol.
The hair long and dark
like a sea of silk.
How much strength
this Snow White possesses,
You like the sight of him
sitting here in the snow.
The value of the samurai
To be a samurai,
to hold a sword in your hand.
What has value for you
You don't know who I am
who I was before
Sword in the wind
Sword in the wind
This time will have an end
then the ravens will tell of it.
Of that which has long been forgiven
Until it is discovered anew.
Like a sea of fire
the cramp army
more and more samurai find
themselves in.
At the end of the world
the flaming lava.
Close to the downfall
On an island,
stood a house surrounded by the sea.
The waves of the sea threateningly high,
rising out of the sea.
The sword in his hand
to go to the last war
of the samurai.
A moment and everything
could be over,
one too many turns of the back,
and a long knife
could stick in you.
It would have been better
never to have entered this place.
But where to go,
when the whole world is burning,
when everything is in flames.
There is still no goal
in this bloody game,
except to go through fire here,
the way back
has long since crumbled.
The days are numbered,
it's long since time
to choose the way,
which one continues to follow.
It is not worth looking back,
the past has long
long perished,
the last time brought only pain.
The samurai holds the sword
firmly in his hand.
Tries to hold on to the thought
to hold on to the thought,
everything ends, even the pain.
It seems that everything is lost,
A nightmare called war.
A war of the beginning
hardly anyone knows.
The world is in pieces,
it is only sorry
holds one captive in life.
Luxury Princess Midori
In a magnificent land
reigns the princess
called Midori in luxury.
She has the power
over everything that stretches
extends to the horizon.
At midnight awakens
the predator in her,
finds its way through
the darkness.
Mystery fills
like the night
her eyes shine
in silver green shine.
Her whole self beautiful
like the shadows
in the night.
Again
Putting the cramp again,
confront life.
Sword in hand.
Close your eyes and go.
Tender as rose petals
The tears as tender as rose petals,
she the lady in the black kimono.
But hard was her way until now.
Still you find her pretty,
But she is not
like a delicate rose.
But like a storm of fire.
You can
hard to burn,
for you know
stain her blood
Secret
what is with her.
Dance of the Geisha
Music sounds in a room,
in the middle like in a dream
stands a willow tree.
Beautiful in
her own way the Geisha.
She is graceful like a flower
dancing through this room,
a world of its own.
Secret of the flames
Wind, the scent of the cherry tree,
a dream of blood, the air.
When the horizon
Red-organ transforms.
The sun sets,
the world looks so different,
as if from a dream
of the Krischbluten breath.
I have this sword of fire
and rush into the spasm,
up to the tower.
This secret of the flames
in the newborn darkness .
Now I look into this mirror
of darkness,
the shadows are spreading.
At the edge of the horizon
At the edge of the horizon,
across the sands of this land,
I hold this sword
in my hand.
Look across to the dune,
Stand still,
But don't look back
a little bit back,
to go the way to the end.
Gentle as rose petals.
-Soft tears like rose petals.
Tender as rose petals.
Tears as gentle as rose petals.
She is a woman in a black kimono.
But it's been a hard road for her.
Do you still think she's cute?
She is not the only one who is ,
like a delicate rose.
But like a firestorm.
You know her blood stains mystery.
Gentle as rose petals.
Gentle tears like rose petals.
The city
of the fateful temple
In my mind I dream
I dream myself back to you,
You are no longer
out of Sing.
I still remember everything
how it was back then,
in the temple.
It was destiny.
In my thoughts
I always find my way back to you,
here I miss you very much.
Japan-Schwert im Wind
