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PHOENIX
There she is,the leader of birds,
Phoenix,
I say,watching the sky,
Knowing she's there,
Somewhere..
I wish,like her,to fly..
To take her wings and fly away,
Across the earth;
In the beginning,i'll go in south,
To see the ice-land,
To smile,when i see the penguins
On those little icebergs,jumping around,
Then,in water,quickly,to dive,
Allowing me to make a photo,merry,
Gathering parts of their life,
And one day,to turn the album's page,in hurry,
And from my face,arising,slowly,
A color of a smile...
Then,in my second journey,
I wish to go in north
Where i should find the Arctic Ocean,
Constatly covered by ice,
And looking the sun,
There,above horizon,
In the summer,
I would have a wish,of coming back,
To watch it down,
In winter,
When i should become friendly with a polar bear,
Or maybe with a ringed seal?!
I wonder...
Will i show it to my friends,
The beautifull pics
When they are sad?!
Will i get their smile back before,
Alike used to be once
And now,isnt anymore?!
Will i find in these a way of showing a wonderfull world,
Just borrowing for a while,the wings of fire's bird,
Phoenix?!
I'll head to east,right after that,
In my third journey,
To watch the sunrise,on the asian land,
To hold a unique pearl in my hand,
Just for a minute more,then,happy,
To make a wish and throw the pearl into the sea,
Back where belongs?!
Will that day have significance in my life,
Alike the trees have,for the many birds?
Will be a chance,somehow,to find one other soul,to show me,
Its shared moments of sorrow and happiness,
Describes in words,alike the shapes of the middle mountain,where,the rocks,
Falling down,reaching in the valley,
Where,among the palm-trees,there's the ancient statues,
Artistical expressions,of the many sculptors,
Of those times,
And the people now,walking on that alley,
To watch amazed the mythologic way of nature,
To show parts of it,inside its core?!
Alike when in ancients's stories,Phoenix,bird of fire,
Rise on sky,climbing,
Higher ,and higher,
To take the souls of people,below,dying,
Up there,in the celestial places,
In the sun?!
I'll head over west,then,to watch the sunset,
An yellow sun forming the palette of colors,which i have to find it,
Or to find that painter who animated all,to happend in such way,
Alike at dusk,the ending of a day,
To be a new one,for the moon,quickly rising higher,
Over and over again,the romantic ones,watching without rest,
And the hum of their hearts,
Alike the little bees,near a flower,
Make round circles,
With desire,
Of emotions,
More,and more,
And those sparkles,of the fire,
In their front,
To remain in their memories,always..
Will it look alike Phoenix's wings,
Softly,beating,spread out wide,on sky,
Earlier,blue with white,
Now,yellow mixed with orange,red and violet,
Who's always in my sight,
Alike the colors of life,
Seven at their number,
Specter of light?!
If i'll ever find that bird,i'll ask her to give me her wings,
And although is myth,for some,for me,is real,
And her name is The Bird Of Fire,PHOENIX,
Representing dreams,
Covered now,in the end,with a seal...
@Th3Mirr0r
PHOENIX
Uite-o acolo,stapana pasarilor,
Phoenix,
Spun,privind cerul,
Stiind ca-i acolo,
Undeva..
Doresc,precum ea,sa zbor..
Sa-i iau aripile si sa calatoresc,
De-a lungul pamantului;
Pentru inceput,o sa merg catre sud,
Sa vad taramul ghetii,
Sa scot un zambet,cand observ pinguinii
Pe acele mici cuburi de gheata,sarind de colo-colo,
Apoi,sa se scufunde,cu repeziciune,in apa,
Permitandu-mi sa fac o poza,vesel,
Adunand parti din viata lor,
Si-ntr-o zi,sa-ntorc pagina albumului,in graba,
Iar de pe fata mea,sa rasara,cu usurinta,
Culoarea unui zambet...
Apoi,in cea de-a doua calatorie a mea,
Doresc sa merg in nord
Unde ar trebui sa gasesc Oceanul Arctic,
In permanenta acoperit de gheata,
Si privind soarele,
Acolo,deasupra orizontului,
Pe timp de vara,
Imi voi dori sa ma reintorc,
Sa-l vad dedesubt,
In iarna,
Cand ar trebui sa ma imprietenesc cu-n urs polar,
Sau poate ..cu o foca?!
Ma intreb...
Arata-voi eu prietenilor mei,
Frumoasele poze
Cand vor fi tristi?!
Smule-le-voi eu,de pe fetele lor,un zambet,
Precum aveau in trecut
Iar acum,nu mai este?!
Gasi-voi eu in acestea o cale sa le-arta o lume minunata,
Doar imprumutand,pentr-o vreme,aripile pasarii focului,
Phoenix?!
Ma voi indrepta catre est,imediat,
In a treia calatorie ce-o voi face,
Sa privesc rasaritul soarelui,pe pamant asiatic,
Sa tin o unica perla-n mana,
Doar pentru-n minut mai mult,apoi,zambitor,
Sa-mi pun o dorinta si s-o-arunc in mare,
Inapoi de unde vine?!
Fi-va acea zi cu o semnificatie-n viata mea,
Precum copacii au,pentru multele pasari?
Va fi o sansacumva,sa gasesc un alt suflet,ca si mine,sa-mi arate,
Momentele sale-mpartisaite de tristete si bucurie,
Descrise-n cuvinte,precum formele muntelui mijlociu,unde rocile-i,
Cad,vrand sa-junga-n vale,
Unde,printre palmieri,salasluiesc statuile antice,
Expresii artistice,ale multor sculptori,
Ale celor timpuri,
Iar oamenii,acum,mergand pe-acea alee,
Sapriveasca uluiti calea mitologica a naturii,
De-asi arata parti din ea,in mijlocul ei?!
Precum in povestile antice,
Phoenix,pasarea focului,
Se-arata,urcand pe cer,
Sus,tot mai sus,
Sa duca sufletele oamenilor,de dedesubt,murind,
Acolo,sus,in locuri ceresti,
In soare?!
Ma voi indrepta catre vest,apoi,sa privesc apusul,
Un soare galben formand paleta de culori,ce trebuie s-o gasesc,
Sau sa gasesc acel pictor ce-a animat totul,sa se-ntample-n asa mod,
Precum la apus,sfarsitul zilei,
Sa fie unul nou,pentru luna,ce-n graba urca sus,
Neincetat,cei romantici,sa nu se mai sature privind-o,
Iara agitatia inimilor lor,
Precum albinutele,langa o floare,
Sa descrie cercuri imprejuru-i,
Cu dorinta,
DE a simti emotii,
Multe,tot mai multe,
Iar scanteiele mici ale focului,
In fata lor,
Sa remana in amintirile lor,intotdeauna..
Va semana precum aripile pasarii Phoenix,
Usor,batand,deschise larg,pe cer,
Mai devreme,albastru cu alb,
Acum,galben amestecat cu oranj,rosu si violet,
Ce-ntotdeauna-i in fata mea,
Precum culorile vietii,
Sapte la numar,
Spectrul luminii?!
De voi gasi vreodata acea pasare,o voi ruga sa-mi dea aripile sale,
Si desi e un mit,pentru unii,pentru mine,e real,
Iar numele ei e Pasarea De Foc,PHOENIX,
Reprezentand vise,
Acoperite acum,cu un sigiliu...
@Th3Mirr0r
There she is,the leader of birds,
Phoenix,
I say,watching the sky,
Knowing she's there,
Somewhere..
I wish,like her,to fly..
To take her wings and fly away,
Across the earth;
In the beginning,i'll go in south,
To see the ice-land,
To smile,when i see the penguins
On those little icebergs,jumping around,
Then,in water,quickly,to dive,
Allowing me to make a photo,merry,
Gathering parts of their life,
And one day,to turn the album's page,in hurry,
And from my face,arising,slowly,
A color of a smile...
Then,in my second journey,
I wish to go in north
Where i should find the Arctic Ocean,
Constatly covered by ice,
And looking the sun,
There,above horizon,
In the summer,
I would have a wish,of coming back,
To watch it down,
In winter,
When i should become friendly with a polar bear,
Or maybe with a ringed seal?!
I wonder...
Will i show it to my friends,
The beautifull pics
When they are sad?!
Will i get their smile back before,
Alike used to be once
And now,isnt anymore?!
Will i find in these a way of showing a wonderfull world,
Just borrowing for a while,the wings of fire's bird,
Phoenix?!
I'll head to east,right after that,
In my third journey,
To watch the sunrise,on the asian land,
To hold a unique pearl in my hand,
Just for a minute more,then,happy,
To make a wish and throw the pearl into the sea,
Back where belongs?!
Will that day have significance in my life,
Alike the trees have,for the many birds?
Will be a chance,somehow,to find one other soul,to show me,
Its shared moments of sorrow and happiness,
Describes in words,alike the shapes of the middle mountain,where,the rocks,
Falling down,reaching in the valley,
Where,among the palm-trees,there's the ancient statues,
Artistical expressions,of the many sculptors,
Of those times,
And the people now,walking on that alley,
To watch amazed the mythologic way of nature,
To show parts of it,inside its core?!
Alike when in ancients's stories,Phoenix,bird of fire,
Rise on sky,climbing,
Higher ,and higher,
To take the souls of people,below,dying,
Up there,in the celestial places,
In the sun?!
I'll head over west,then,to watch the sunset,
An yellow sun forming the palette of colors,which i have to find it,
Or to find that painter who animated all,to happend in such way,
Alike at dusk,the ending of a day,
To be a new one,for the moon,quickly rising higher,
Over and over again,the romantic ones,watching without rest,
And the hum of their hearts,
Alike the little bees,near a flower,
Make round circles,
With desire,
Of emotions,
More,and more,
And those sparkles,of the fire,
In their front,
To remain in their memories,always..
Will it look alike Phoenix's wings,
Softly,beating,spread out wide,on sky,
Earlier,blue with white,
Now,yellow mixed with orange,red and violet,
Who's always in my sight,
Alike the colors of life,
Seven at their number,
Specter of light?!
If i'll ever find that bird,i'll ask her to give me her wings,
And although is myth,for some,for me,is real,
And her name is The Bird Of Fire,PHOENIX,
Representing dreams,
Covered now,in the end,with a seal...
@Th3Mirr0r
ROMANIAN VERSION
PHOENIX
Uite-o acolo,stapana pasarilor,
Phoenix,
Spun,privind cerul,
Stiind ca-i acolo,
Undeva..
Doresc,precum ea,sa zbor..
Sa-i iau aripile si sa calatoresc,
De-a lungul pamantului;
Pentru inceput,o sa merg catre sud,
Sa vad taramul ghetii,
Sa scot un zambet,cand observ pinguinii
Pe acele mici cuburi de gheata,sarind de colo-colo,
Apoi,sa se scufunde,cu repeziciune,in apa,
Permitandu-mi sa fac o poza,vesel,
Adunand parti din viata lor,
Si-ntr-o zi,sa-ntorc pagina albumului,in graba,
Iar de pe fata mea,sa rasara,cu usurinta,
Culoarea unui zambet...
Apoi,in cea de-a doua calatorie a mea,
Doresc sa merg in nord
Unde ar trebui sa gasesc Oceanul Arctic,
In permanenta acoperit de gheata,
Si privind soarele,
Acolo,deasupra orizontului,
Pe timp de vara,
Imi voi dori sa ma reintorc,
Sa-l vad dedesubt,
In iarna,
Cand ar trebui sa ma imprietenesc cu-n urs polar,
Sau poate ..cu o foca?!
Ma intreb...
Arata-voi eu prietenilor mei,
Frumoasele poze
Cand vor fi tristi?!
Smule-le-voi eu,de pe fetele lor,un zambet,
Precum aveau in trecut
Iar acum,nu mai este?!
Gasi-voi eu in acestea o cale sa le-arta o lume minunata,
Doar imprumutand,pentr-o vreme,aripile pasarii focului,
Phoenix?!
Ma voi indrepta catre est,imediat,
In a treia calatorie ce-o voi face,
Sa privesc rasaritul soarelui,pe pamant asiatic,
Sa tin o unica perla-n mana,
Doar pentru-n minut mai mult,apoi,zambitor,
Sa-mi pun o dorinta si s-o-arunc in mare,
Inapoi de unde vine?!
Fi-va acea zi cu o semnificatie-n viata mea,
Precum copacii au,pentru multele pasari?
Va fi o sansacumva,sa gasesc un alt suflet,ca si mine,sa-mi arate,
Momentele sale-mpartisaite de tristete si bucurie,
Descrise-n cuvinte,precum formele muntelui mijlociu,unde rocile-i,
Cad,vrand sa-junga-n vale,
Unde,printre palmieri,salasluiesc statuile antice,
Expresii artistice,ale multor sculptori,
Ale celor timpuri,
Iar oamenii,acum,mergand pe-acea alee,
Sapriveasca uluiti calea mitologica a naturii,
De-asi arata parti din ea,in mijlocul ei?!
Precum in povestile antice,
Phoenix,pasarea focului,
Se-arata,urcand pe cer,
Sus,tot mai sus,
Sa duca sufletele oamenilor,de dedesubt,murind,
Acolo,sus,in locuri ceresti,
In soare?!
Ma voi indrepta catre vest,apoi,sa privesc apusul,
Un soare galben formand paleta de culori,ce trebuie s-o gasesc,
Sau sa gasesc acel pictor ce-a animat totul,sa se-ntample-n asa mod,
Precum la apus,sfarsitul zilei,
Sa fie unul nou,pentru luna,ce-n graba urca sus,
Neincetat,cei romantici,sa nu se mai sature privind-o,
Iara agitatia inimilor lor,
Precum albinutele,langa o floare,
Sa descrie cercuri imprejuru-i,
Cu dorinta,
DE a simti emotii,
Multe,tot mai multe,
Iar scanteiele mici ale focului,
In fata lor,
Sa remana in amintirile lor,intotdeauna..
Va semana precum aripile pasarii Phoenix,
Usor,batand,deschise larg,pe cer,
Mai devreme,albastru cu alb,
Acum,galben amestecat cu oranj,rosu si violet,
Ce-ntotdeauna-i in fata mea,
Precum culorile vietii,
Sapte la numar,
Spectrul luminii?!
De voi gasi vreodata acea pasare,o voi ruga sa-mi dea aripile sale,
Si desi e un mit,pentru unii,pentru mine,e real,
Iar numele ei e Pasarea De Foc,PHOENIX,
Reprezentand vise,
Acoperite acum,cu un sigiliu...
@Th3Mirr0r
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The song who plays in the background is called AP-OP-CH29-PHOENIX. Full rights reserved @Th3Mirr0r
The song who plays in the background is called AP-OP-CH29-PHOENIX. Full rights reserved @Th3Mirr0r