fuel for dreams

I need fuel

cause dreaming is a journey

To reach the goal

I need to tank my mind

with hope

I need to know

there's more than one way

to get there

and at least a few

gas stations on the road

On the road

to reach my dream.

I need fuel, cause dreaming is a journey. To reach the goal I need to tank my mind with hope. I need to know there's more than one way to get there and at least a few gas stations on the road. On the road to reach my dream.

I am this land

This land is me

it's my eyes and heart

through it I see

and with it I feel

This land is me

it's my voice and ears

of it I speak

from it I long to hear

This land is me

it's my feet and palms

from it I leave

and to it I return

This land is me

it's my past and dreams

it knows me true

and loves me still

Would you fancy being my Pangaea?

And it feels that all we ever do is building bridges just to burn them down

Every time thinking this one will take me over the river

But all you see each turn is another island with no way out

Too small to keep you settle more than a while

Yianni mou

He comes from the heat of the sun,

smiling and smoking.

He has good songs in his heart,

soothing words to share.

He takes you along to his little places,

real and imaginary.

He draws moments to your life

and life to your moments.

lonely rebel

Stupid prejudices and precaution
Stupid red lines on maps
Stupid stupidity

Damn religion of stereotypes
Damn those narrow minds
Damn all the warnings

The more they tell me
"you shouldn't"
The more I know
I should

tuleks vaid

Tuleks vaid uni
Tuleks vaid hommik

Siis aknad teeks lahti
Et läppunud patust
Puhtaks saaks õhk

Tuligi hommik
Nagu hommikud ikka
Ehk ainult natuke rutem

Siis avasin aknad
Ja sombuses linnas
Laulsid kevade varesed

Ja äkki oli hea nii
Pannkookide ja lastesaate
Kõrvale rääkida juttu

see on napilt luuletus

7 õhtut vastu öid
kui mõtted juba padja sees
selleks päevaks otsa saanud

siis tuled sa

oh kuis sa võid
nii reaalne olla silme ees
ja puudutades kohe läinud

nii tuled sa

viivitades, viimasena
justkui auhind pärast tööd
ikka õhtul, vastu ööd