Remember, I am always
There for you...
And in thoughts we are
Very close...
Don't cry anymore, it will pass.
Because we will meet again...
Oh please, just laugh only once more
So shining like ...
The starlight...
Because everyone knows...
Angels
Don't
Cry.
If you love wealth, do not love me
For there are many who are richer than me
If you love beauty, do not love me
For there are many who are more beautiful than me
Yet if it is love that you love, only love me
For there is no one who loves you more than I.
“Gaun an bile yer heid” he bawled oot,
As he stood in the middle o the cobbled street.
Tae nae yin in particular.
Did he vent his anger.
Fu as a whaulk he staggered and swayed
Wan pin rooted tae the graun,
Ither yin moved like a dervish,
Gaun naewhaur fast.
He should of been hame
Wi his wifie and weans
But naw he insisted
Wi a wee refreshment wi his pals.
Jist a hauf an a hauf an a wee blether
Pittin the world tae rights.
But man the craik was brill that nicht
Whit a pity it ended in a fecht.
Nothing though like the fecht
He wid huv when at home.
His wifie stood livid at the door
Tears a dripping ontae the floor
Weans moaning and bawling
Nae dinner again old mans supping fu.
Setterday nicht in Glasga toon
Lying sprawled an fu unner the moon,
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Jean, Jean wis young an' alive till Ah gied her tatties and neeps;
Noo she's bein' seek as a dug, it fairly gies me the creeps.
Bonnie Mary O' Argyle took a trip tae the Brig O' Doon,
She took a dook oaf the parapet, ended up nearly bein' drooned!
Wee sleakit, cooerin', timorous beastie, ye must think it a sin!
Aw the lassies a' ever kent, wanted tae stab me wi' a pin.
Blythe Hae a' Been on Yon Hill, where a Tippling Ballad ah Wrote;
Gude Ale Keeps the Heart Aboon, when ye drink an awfy lote.
Wege, die sich
nicht kreuzen,
wie Sterne,
die sich nicht finden,
am dunklen Himmel – wolkenlos.
Am Wegesrand,
Einsamkeit flüsternd,
wie zufällig hingestreut,
Steine aus Träumen
und Vergangenheit.
Morgen und Abend
zerfließen
im Tagtraum
wie Lerchengesang,
dazwischen Wege,
die sich nicht kreuzen,
verlassen und einsam,
wie Sterne am dunklen Himmel.
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two roards which do not cross,
like stars
which will not find
in the darkest cloudless sky.
At road's frindge,
whispering loneliness,
as if randomly spread,
stones out of dreams
and past.
Morning and evening
disperse
in daydreams
like songs of larks,
and between
roads which do not cross,
lost and lonesome,
like stars in a dark sky.
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