How fortunate the man with none, by Bertolt Brecht

 

You saw sagacious Solomon
You know what came of him,
To him complexities seemed plain.
He cursed the hour that gave birth to him
And saw that everything was vain.
How great and wise was Solomon.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's wisdom that had brought him to this state.
How fortunate the man with none.

You saw courageous Caesar next
You know what he became.
They deified him in his life
Then had him murdered just the same.
And as they raised the fatal knife
How loud he cried: you too my son!
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's courage that had brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

You heard of honest Socrates
The man who never lied:
They weren't so grateful as you'd think
Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
And handed him the poisoned drink.
How honest was the people's noble son.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's honesty that brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

Here you can see respectable folk
Keeping to God's own laws.
So far he hasn't taken heed.
You who sit safe and warm indoors
Help to relieve our bitter need.
How virtuously we had begun.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's fear of god that brought us to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

Unde sunt cei ce nu mai sunt?, de Nechifor Crainic

Intrebat-am vantul, zburatorul
Bidiviu pe care-alearga norul
Catre-albastre margini de pământ:
Unde sunt cei care nu mai sunt?
Unde sunt cei care nu mai sunt?

Zis-a vantul: Aripile lor
Mă doboara nevazute-n zbor.

Intrebat-am luminata ciocarlie,
Candela ce legana-n tarie
Untdelemnul cantecului sfant:
Unde sunt cei care nu mai sunt?
Unde sunt cei care nu mai sunt?

Zis-a ciocarlia: S-au ascuns
In lumina celui nepatruns.

Intrebat-am bufnita cu ochiul sferic,
Oarba care vede-n intuneric
Tainele necuprinse de cuvant:
Unde sunt cei care nu mai sunt?
Unde sunt cei care nu mai sunt?

Zis-a bufnita: Când va cadea
Marele-ntuneric, vei vedea

Freedom, by George William Russell

I will not follow you, my bird,
I will not follow you.
I would not breathe a word, my bird,
To bring thee here anew.

I love the free in thee, my bird,
The lure of freedom drew;
The light you fly toward, my bird,
I fly with thee unto.

And there we yet will meet, my bird,
Though far I go from you
Where in the light outpoured, my bird,
Are love and freedom too.

Smoke, by Pat Ingoldsby

I don't know where
smoke goes to when
it dissapears
but I would love
to go there
right now to see
what it is like.
I think that it
must be O.K.
because the smoke
never comes back.

The bells, by Leonard Cohen

The birds they sang at break of day
Start again, I heard them say
Nor dwell on what has passed away
Or what is yet to be.

The wars they will be fought again
The holy dove be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
Until we set them free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
The light behind to see.

Add up the parts, not yours the sum
Strike up the march, there is no drum
Every heart to love must come
Like a refugee