Poesie 02

Ekki, Thursday, 08.02.2007, 14:55 (vor 6880 Tagen)

Eingangs ein Text, der sozusagen auf der Schnittstellt zwischen dem ersten und dem zweiten Posting steht.

Besungen wird der Abschiedsschmerz, natürlich von einer Frau, die von einem Mann verlassen wurde, aber dies zumindest ohne erkennbaren generellen Männerhaß. Auch Männer mit der Erfahrung des Verlassenwerdens dürften diesen Text nachempfinden können:

The winner takes it all....the loser has to fall

I don't wanna talk
About the things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all

Hier nun ein Text, der von offenbar von einer Frau verfaßt wurde, die noch Fähig ist, Sehnsucht nach einem geliebten Mann zu empfinden:

From Sarah with love

For so many years we were friends
and yes I always knew what we could do.
But so many tears in the rain felt that night
you said that love had come to you.
I thought you were not my kind, I thought that I could never feel for you.
The passion and Love you were feeling and so you left for someone new.
And now that you´re far and away
I´m sending a letter today:

From Sarah with Love,
She got the Love that she is dreaming of.
She never found the words to say but I know that
today she´s gonna send her letter to you.
From Sarah with Love,
She took your picture to the stars above
and they told her it is true,
she could get to fall in love with you.
So don´t make her blue when she writes to you
- From Sarah with Love.
Tränen liefen seine Wangen hinab als er den Text des Liedes hörte.....
From Sarah With Love
She got the Love that she is dreaming of.
she never found the words to say but I know that
today she´s gonna send her letter to you.
From Sarah with Love,
She took your picture to the stars above
and they told her it is true,
she could get to fall in Love with you.
So don´t make her blue when she writes to you
- From Sarah with Love

Wie gesagt, die zahlenmäßige Verteilung der Text im ersten und zweiten Posting ist kein Zufall, sondern eine jeweils repräsentative Auswahl ...

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