en ja, hij was mijn vader in
elke betekenis van het woord
ik, zijn belofte aan de wereld
die hij gestand wilde doen
maar ik, ik viel in het zicht
van mijn toekomst en hij, hij
beurde mij op om mij het leven
te geven dat mij toekwam
totdat ik zijn val stuitte en hem
weer opbeurde naar het leven
maar zijn leven was zijn leven
niet meer
en zijn ziel was een ziel die ik
niet kon behouden maar die toch
nog steeds in mij is en soms als
mijn ziel weent hoor ik hem
fluisteren
(c) JR 2018
woensdag 28 november 2018
Als mijn ziel weent: vertaling, As my soul weeps
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As my soul weeps
and yes, he was my father
in ev'ry sense of the word
I his promise to the world
he meant to keep
and when I fell in the face
of my future he raised me
up unto my feet so I could
live the life meant to be
and when he fell I raised
him up as well as I could
but in the end his life was
no longer meant to be
and yes, his souls's still
in me the one I couldn't
keep sometimes I can hear
him speak as my soul weeps
(c) JR. 2018
in ev'ry sense of the word
I his promise to the world
he meant to keep
and when I fell in the face
of my future he raised me
up unto my feet so I could
live the life meant to be
and when he fell I raised
him up as well as I could
but in the end his life was
no longer meant to be
and yes, his souls's still
in me the one I couldn't
keep sometimes I can hear
him speak as my soul weeps
(c) JR. 2018
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donderdag 22 november 2018
Lifted me up high
there's nothin' in this world
that can bring me down only
love can
and yes, I fought my battles
with love it did bring me down
it did not make me win
it brought me unto my knees
but in the end lifted me up high
so again I could touch the sky
(c) JR. 2018
that can bring me down only
love can
and yes, I fought my battles
with love it did bring me down
it did not make me win
it brought me unto my knees
but in the end lifted me up high
so again I could touch the sky
(c) JR. 2018
dinsdag 20 november 2018
Vertaling The Core-Jouw Kern
soms zijn de dagen leeg en zonder reden
soms zijn de dagen gevuld met een triestheid
die je nooit echt hebt gekend
maar soms kan de tijd vanuit zijn kern helen
zonder enige reden zoals dat zou moeten
wanneer jij lijdt vanuit jouw kern
diep van binnen waar het
zijn tranen huilt
(c) JR. 2018
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maandag 19 november 2018
Appeltje, appeltje, appeltje
het was een appeltje
maar dan ook het enigst appeltje
het hing daar maar zo achteloos aan die half
verrotte afgestorven tak totdat het hopelijk niet ver
van de boom zou vallen in de schoot van moeder aard
waar niemand meer was om een appeltje
met het appeltje te schillen
dat appeltje dat enigst appeltje
dat laatste leven die laatste kans op overleving
op deze aard waar nu de dood rondwaart
het appeltje viel in de humus
van zijn onvruchtbaarheid op weg naar een
nieuw voorjaar dat geen voorjaar was
er waren geen kleuren meer maar zie moeder aarde
nam haar kans waar en strooide kleur op het land en
uit de onvruchtbaarheid verscheen nieuw blad een klein
iel takje met een groen blad ontworstelde zich
aan de dode aard
het appeltje had nieuw leven gebaard en ja misschien
heel misschien zou er ooit een nieuwe boomgaard staan
dat is ook wat Eva dacht en zij nam weer die hap om
uit haar onvruchtbaarheid voort te kunnen bestaan
(c) JR. 2018
woensdag 14 november 2018
Lost in my words
a strange sensation ran through me
I was at the station I was knocked
out, he had me beat
lost in my words I tried to explain
wasn't it all a mistake, tried to plead
he wouldn't give in didn't he love me
we had somethin' goin' goin' down
well, but he was leavin' goin' out
of town
throwin' my life to pieces leavin'
me hell, lost in my words I felt the
hurt comin' on strong
my screams rang out almost blew
my mind for all the lies that wasted
my life
caught my breath he finally went
to that prety girl an' all to the one
he loved best
leavin' me here sheddin' my tears
my love was dyin' the ashes were
blown away
words came back to me again
(c) JR. eightees
I was at the station I was knocked
out, he had me beat
lost in my words I tried to explain
wasn't it all a mistake, tried to plead
he wouldn't give in didn't he love me
we had somethin' goin' goin' down
well, but he was leavin' goin' out
of town
throwin' my life to pieces leavin'
me hell, lost in my words I felt the
hurt comin' on strong
my screams rang out almost blew
my mind for all the lies that wasted
my life
caught my breath he finally went
to that prety girl an' all to the one
he loved best
leavin' me here sheddin' my tears
my love was dyin' the ashes were
blown away
words came back to me again
(c) JR. eightees
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dinsdag 13 november 2018
A pain I can bear
she was one great woman
never said she'd leave kept
me satisfied in love with so
little I was pleased
now she's gone away feelin'
out of touch out of place never
broke the peace yet she never
left me
I decided to call it a day used
me as a puppet with whom she
would play a toy thrown into
its shade
I'm stuck with my love thought
she wouldn't leave my heart misses
its beat yet it won't bring her back
to me
so I'm sittin' here with a wasted life
with a pain I can bear it'll heal in time
packin' my suitcases
haven't got much left collecting
all my things don't think I'll be
back
(c) JR. 2018
never said she'd leave kept
me satisfied in love with so
little I was pleased
now she's gone away feelin'
out of touch out of place never
broke the peace yet she never
left me
I decided to call it a day used
me as a puppet with whom she
would play a toy thrown into
its shade
I'm stuck with my love thought
she wouldn't leave my heart misses
its beat yet it won't bring her back
to me
so I'm sittin' here with a wasted life
with a pain I can bear it'll heal in time
packin' my suitcases
haven't got much left collecting
all my things don't think I'll be
back
(c) JR. 2018
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