Ik zie de woorden vallen,

als kleine vlokken sneeuw.

Zachter dan de regen,

ver voorbij de eeuw.

Ik voel ze zoeken,

naar hun klanken in mijn hoofd.

Maar als ze wat vergeten,

weet mijn hart wat is geloofd.

 

You'll find shelter,

under the branches of the trees,

Like angels they look down on you,

Their eyes are fair like snow.

 

Like a child you'll run again,

away from the sound, to embrace the river.

Like a child your draw again,

the wind makes your flowers shiver.

 

But the dreams are different,

they don't lit up the night.

The light of day puts them down,

and makes them seem alone.

That tree you loved so much,

seems so much smaller now you're there.

All things seemed so bright back then,

in your thoughts.

 

But can't we be that child again?

She still lives in our hearts.

Can't we see the trees again,

the way we did before?

They're still there, They're still there,

for us.



I'm writing a song for a special friend. I think it's the most beautiful thing to do. I think it's a special thing she loves me to do so.

Just for the good of life,

I let love lie to me.

They were silently fragile,

just like they had to be.

My wings carried them away,

put them in a balloon.

my faith had to stay,

when i chased the moon.

If I'll loose my faith,

I;ll choose to sing your lullaby.

I'll chase the stars to the gate.

cause even the moon will die.

Just to let the shadows run,

I let love slip away.

Without a shadow there is no sun,

and nothing left to say.

So my wings brought them back to me,

put them in the ground.

With them the sun returned,

and love turned around.

And I left again,

to chase the moon with my head.

I would be back real soon,

with my heart found instead.

If I'll loose my faith,

I;ll choose to sing your lullaby.

I'll chase the stars to the gate.

cause even the moon will die.

but not, before I die,

but not, before we fly.



Just for the good of life,

I let love lie to me.

They were silently fragile,

just like they had to be.

My wings carried them away,

put them in a balloon.

My faith had to stay,

when I chased the moon.

So just for the good of life,

I left my shadow with the sun.

So just for the good of love,

my song has just begun.

(drawing by Amanda Cass)

Het blik van de tijd gaat zo nu en dan open,

vergeten gevoelens, herinnering en spijt.

Maar het jouwe blijft vrij lopen.

Je leeft als een smeulend verwijt.

Schouder aan schouder staan we daar.

De reflectie van het heden staart ons aan.

Heden, verleden verbonden met elkaar.

Daar alleen heden, verleden verloren.

Dag na dag staan we daar.

In de blik van de reflectie.

Gezien, door de blik van de spiegel.

Gemist, door de blik van de tijd.