Creatii personale

Ieeei, imi place cantecelul de mai sus (penultimul, "I lost an angel" parca)

suomi_rocks wrote:Ieeei, imi place cantecelul de mai sus (penultimul, "I lost an angel" parca)

ms!da se numeste "I lost an angel"

Asta e aia in care am incercat sa compun ca Tuomas,deci nu luati de bune toate prostiile pe care le-am scris

Ocean love

The ocean soul embraces her,
In the warm breeze of love
The lady born in the mystery and darkness
Confessing the sins in the front of wickedness
Her red lips,her vampire white-seducing skin
Making the flowers rise....
In the dark paradise inside her...the love has no place,

One touch,one kiss,
One heart,
One ocean love.

The shadows of past,
The dark souls of the ocean,
Drowning the sadness,
The quiet reigns over the golden shores
The shadows of evilness reigns over the golden fire ball,

One touch,one kiss,
One heart,
One ocean love.

The aura of dark surrounds her,
The lady born in the dark,
Once the light's reign is down
The light is slowly drown.

E cea mai mare ciudatenie pe care am scris-o EVER!

E tare. Si... fata de alte melodii pe care le-am auzit, nu e chiar atat de ciudata.
Oricum, imi plac chestiile mai neobisnuite.

suomi_rocks wrote:E tare. Si... fata de alte melodii pe care le-am auzit, nu e chiar atat de ciudata.
Oricum, imi plac chestiile mai neobisnuite.

multumesc! dar eu tot cred ca e ciudata iti dai seama dak era un cantec cantat de Tarja cum ar suna...... versuri ciudate si o voce perfecta de soprana. nu prea cred ca se potrivesc

poezia ansta am scriso undeva prin 2005(atunci am avut o perioada mai naspa si prin asta ma descarcam)nu am mai vrificato de greseli deci scuze dak are.....mi lene sincer

Death brings hope
One black night the angels came
And all they brought me was just pain,
And how can I face the world
With only sadness in my soul
When everything has fall apart,
I don't believe in "a new start".
I don't care what they say
Cause I know i chose my way,
Forever this,and nothing more,
Forever this feeling in my soul.
This building is more than just a home
It holds my fears and all my goals,
All my love is trapped inside,
In those walls,
Outside are lies.

I don't care about a thing
Pleasure comes from deep within,
From all the tears that I cried,
From the voices of the night.
All that was written will be erased
And there is no time to waste,
From dust and fire we were born,
From tears and hopes we will reborn.
When no one will believe in us
We will rise again from all this dust.

kuolema wrote:All that was written will be erased
And there is no time to waste,
From dust and fire we were born,
From tears and hopes we will reborn.
When no one will believe in us
We will rise again from all this dust.

Imi place mult toata poezia, dar in mod special versurile astea . Foarte tare.

bravo,kuolema!
ai niste versuri mult mai bune ca ale mele,cum descrii tristetea,o faci mult mai bine decat as face eu vreodata,eu scriu numai tampenii,deci tu esti chiar priceputa fata de mine(care scriu niste tampenii cat casa)tu ai niste versuri bune,versurile mele sunt parca nimicuri fata de versurile tale...

poezia aia am scriso cand s-a inchis singurul bar de rockeri din caransebes,pe pereti scria oricine trecea pe acolo(era lege) de acolo si vesurile
aici mai aveti 2 poezi tot din aceeasi perioada(2005)

The only thing
It’s no use,
I can’t write.
My thoughts are fighting
In my mind
The only thing I can say
It’s you, your person and your name.

It’s no use,
I can’t forget
A night of passion,
The next you left.
The only thing I can say
Is:’ My god, please make him stay”.

It’s no use,
I can’t stop!
To love you
Is not enough?
The only thing I can say:
“You brought me love to my grave”.


Symphony of a dead sea

Part i: Underwater story

The calm night calls your name
Their phantoms rise to tell the tail,
Drawn into the sea
Here the water’s symphony.
Accompanied by the stars
Their body’s full of scars.
A girl plays the violin
This is their story
Here it begins:

Part II: Her story

The sun was shining
In her life,
There was no darkness
Only light.
She saw a boy,
She felt in love,
For that she paid
With tears of blood.
She gives him all
She had in life:
Here lips, here body,
For a night.
Sadly for her
That’s all he seek
And the pore little girl
She was deceived.

His eyes were turning black
His voice was made of thunder,
The chains he puts around her
They’re pulling her under.

To forget all the pain
And all the love that is in vain,
She had no choice
(Here the seas voice!)
In the night she decide
To fight no longer with life.
From the balcony,
(Don't make a sound)
She jumped in the water,
In a second she drowned.

Part iii: My story

The years have pass,
The story is the same.
They kill themselves,
Love is to blame.
And now I join them
In the sea,
The Waves of darkness,
Cary me.
I loved once,
But he fooled me
So guess my story
What will be?
No time to waste
The angels wait,
They lead my to the water
And into my grave.
I have to jump,
I have to reach
My place in the orchestra,
The symphonies of a dead see.

Part IV: Liberation

No one remembers
Who give the start
But they’re amazing story
Was heard in the stars.
And now in the night,
When the moon gives us light
God decides to let them free,
And sing the last song
Of their symphony.
You can see the enchantment,
In the water, that lies
For tonight they will sing
The song of goodbye.

(ultima a fost mai lunga.... ....sper ca nu v-ati plictisit)

Asta e cea mai recenta pe care am facut-o

Battle field

Why the life is a continuing fight?
Where the light set now?
Where's the hope?
Fighting on the battle field,
The hope with evilness,
The love with lust,
Only dead ones and dust
It's everything that remain
After the wasted love that I gave you,
After dried kisses,
After the empty nights
After all of this
The hope is....a wasted ray,
A very long way.

The road is too long,
A dead ones song
Sang by a dark angel.
I feel that my place is not here any longer,
You're a danger
Your fingers are like a dagger
What would surround me,
But you do nothing more than to hurt me
Your voice is nothing than more than a poisoned web
Your kisses are like two iron swords,
But you do nothing more than to hurt me.

Maybe my place is not on the Earth,
Not with you,my beloved
I feel that the love will poison me,
I can see how the nights of love will be cold and empty.

Just set me free,my place is near the dead ones,
The dead ones from the battle field,
The field where I born
The field where I'll die
I'm nothing more than a dream,a fantasy for you,
Just set me free,
Let me see the field,
What was green and sunny once,
But dried and dark now.

Just let me go,
Let me die happy
I know that my time will soon come,
Let me go to the dead ones.
I'll close my eyes for you,
My beloved,I'll always wait for you in the sky
Then we will be forever together,
But until then I'm leaving you
I cannot tell you why,
Because the death has already frozen me.

e chiar reusit,bravo!....ai ceva greseli dar nu ma apuc acum de corectat (nu ca eu nu asi avea dar na )
Faina bravo

kuolema wrote:e chiar reusit,bravo!....ai ceva greseli dar nu ma apuc acum de corectat (nu ca eu nu asi avea dar na )
Faina bravo

multumesc!dar eu tot cred ca ale tale sunt mult mai frumoase

sunt oricum stiluri diferite,nu le poti compara ,ma bucur ca iti plac

kuolema wrote:sunt oricum stiluri diferite,nu le poti compara ,ma bucur ca iti plac

si eu ma bucur ca iti place battle field

Foarte tare cea despre Tarja!! Bravo!

maria96 wrote:Vampire kiss

Through the eyes of the innocent girl
Is passing a dark thought
In her eyes are reflecting the stars
It was like a war between the light and the dark
And then a tear was draining slowly from her shining eyes,
But what words could bring the joy again?
When a vampire kiss released him by the dream,by the human sin
Blaming and cursing she fell like a heavy rock on the floor
But what spell can bring him back
When a vampire kiss released him by the dream,by the human sin
Their love could be read in little girl's face,
But now a poisonous vampire kiss
Two greedy and athirst for blood lips
Took everything:
The love,the joy
Then she said to herself:
"Why is he gone?
Why I'll be all alone?"
A frozen heart must live for her,
The innocent girl.
A soprano dazed in the dark lyrics of death
Is singing now to her lonelyness.

Asta am facut-o despre Tarja

My angel

I was walking one day
And then suddenly I saw an angel
With a perfect voice
She was so beautiful
And when she sang it was like all dark inside me has perished
And all the sadness her voice has banished
It's like she muted me
I couldn't speak
I was so weak
I couldn't even move
Her voice caught me
I wish I could stay there an infinity
To listen to her
And then the only words I could say were:
"She like an angel fallen from the sky,
Like a mysterious queen,
Like a misstress of light"
So beautiful and so pure
Her song was like a spell
And then she suddenly stop
But I didn't heard because I was still caught
She watched me and then I woke up
I just watched in her eyes
She was more than an angel
She was more like a dream
Like a goddess from another realm
Like a queen of the northen mountains.
Her name was Tarja
Such a beautiful name she has.

roxana_enache wrote:Foarte tare cea despre Tarja!! Bravo!

multumesc!

In times of war
I had a dream,at break of dawn
The clouds where covering the sun
It was the time of tears and pain
The time when prayers where in vain.
The time when blood was on our hands,
A time of war,that never ends.
And you can hear hearts cry at night
We have no choice,we have to fight.
But you,my love,you where my guide
Through flames,through darkness and through life.

The fog around us starts to rise
We hear there whispers in the night.
My spine shivers,my hands now shake...
If it's a dream why can't I wake?
And finally we understand
The hungry wolfs are out again.
And if our souls are lost in war
I know tomorrow when dawn falls,
You'll still be lost in my eyes
In times of war in dreams of light.

asta e cea mai recenta,ca sa fiu sincera e singura de anu asta...nu stiu dece dar anu asta nu prea am avut inspiratie

Magnolia wrote:

maria96 wrote:

roxana_enache wrote:Da, este importanta vocea... de asemenea, sunt importante instrumentele, versurile, dar mie mi se pare ca cel mai profund este sentimentul, emotia pe care melodia respectiva ti-o trimite...

da,dar atunci cand versurile transmit aceasta 'emotion' pe o cale mai ciudata............nu iese nimic,dupa parerea mea

Ba tocmai atunci iese mult. Iese ceva mai unic si mai interesant. Dupa parerea mea. Vezi, iarasi te contrazic. Tuomas reuseste sa faca cantecele sa transmita atata emotie tocmai fiindaca o face intr-un mod mai unic si 'ciudat'. Eu asa vad treaba.

exact asta nu pot sa fac eu

maria96 wrote:

Magnolia wrote:

maria96 wrote:

roxana_enache wrote:Da, este importanta vocea... de asemenea, sunt importante instrumentele, versurile, dar mie mi se pare ca cel mai profund este sentimentul, emotia pe care melodia respectiva ti-o trimite...

da,dar atunci cand versurile transmit aceasta 'emotion' pe o cale mai ciudata............nu iese nimic,dupa parerea mea

Ba tocmai atunci iese mult. Iese ceva mai unic si mai interesant. Dupa parerea mea. Vezi, iarasi te contrazic. Tuomas reuseste sa faca cantecele sa transmita atata emotie tocmai fiindaca o face intr-un mod mai unic si 'ciudat'. Eu asa vad treaba.

exact asta nu pot sa fac eu

Adica, cum, nu poti sa compui in acelasi mod ca el, "ciudat"? Mi se pare normal, el are mai multa experienta, mai multe cunostiinte, se poate juca mai usor cu limba engleza ca tine si toate cele. Nu cred ca, asa cum a zis cineva s-a trezit peste noapte sa compuna. E normal sa nu iti iasa asa, un-doi.

Magnolia wrote:

maria96 wrote:

Magnolia wrote:

maria96 wrote:

roxana_enache wrote:Da, este importanta vocea... de asemenea, sunt importante instrumentele, versurile, dar mie mi se pare ca cel mai profund este sentimentul, emotia pe care melodia respectiva ti-o trimite...

da,dar atunci cand versurile transmit aceasta 'emotion' pe o cale mai ciudata............nu iese nimic,dupa parerea mea

Ba tocmai atunci iese mult. Iese ceva mai unic si mai interesant. Dupa parerea mea. Vezi, iarasi te contrazic. Tuomas reuseste sa faca cantecele sa transmita atata emotie tocmai fiindaca o face intr-un mod mai unic si 'ciudat'. Eu asa vad treaba.

exact asta nu pot sa fac eu

Adica, cum, nu poti sa compui in acelasi mod ca el, "ciudat"? Mi se pare normal, el are mai multa experienta, mai multe cunostiinte, se poate juca mai usor cu limba engleza ca tine si toate cele. Nu cred ca, asa cum a zis cineva s-a trezit peste noapte sa compuna. E normal sa nu iti iasa asa, un-doi.

problema mea este ca eu compun numai tampenii

Poate doar tu crezi ca sunt tampenii...

Maria, eu n-am de unde sa stiu ce ai mai compus tu pe acasa, dar pot sa spun ca mie chiar imi place ce ai postat la topicul "creatii personale". Chiar mi se pare ca te pricepi.

Si mie imi place ce ai compus, Maria. chiar felicitari!

Asta am compus-o dupa ce am plans dupa ce m-am uitat la the end of an era......

Why are you leaving?

I:The leaving of the soprano

Why are you leaving?
And where are you going?
Could you stay just one more day,
Make a poem of how it feels if I would be away,
My dear poet is lost in the sin,
The thought of leaving would always haunt him?...
...or he'll think of me
Like a dark angel came from the darkness of infinity?
Why are you living,my dear soprano?
And where are you going?
Sing once more the song of an everlasting "ever dream"
Or that song has perished...
After the light has vanished
And the hope of hearing your divine voice has perished?
If you got to walk away,
Keep walk,
I can feel the cadence of your steps,
Just sing to me once more
And after all what we have live,
You are free to leave,
But in the winter storm,
You'll walk alone,
For me you're already forever gone.

II:The poet

Lost in the dark,how hard is the cadence of the sin
"How many days have passed,my love?
From how many time you didn't step at my door?
I'm here in this storm so alone?
You're only a fallen in love seducing sleep walker,
This sorrow is much more hard than the dawn of tomorrow"
The opera of the dark passion has end,
As this era of love,as all the hopes,as all the innocence
"If the silence has took forever,
Than I'll leave,you don't need me,
Your love is such a hard mystery.
My beloved poet is lost between the stars
He can't write when his hand is shivering
But I'm forever leaving.


III:The storm

She has left,the angelic soprano
His heart is empty
So filled of a "deep silent complete" cadence
Where is his lovely smile?
Where is his fallen in love dreamer's face?
Where is all the love?
It is all lost in the storm
In the storm in that she walks alone.
The curses of the malicious witches
Are pushing so hard on his head
But the singer came from the shadow cannot take the her place,
The place of the beloved soprano,
Now watch behind you...
...my dear poet what have you left?
Only lust filled with hard cadence dust.

Sper sa va placa........desi nu cred ca e pe gustul vostru descrierea lui Anette

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