what is sin?

Is crazyness like forgivness
are our blessings our curse
Is our love, our redemption,
What is it that they call sin?
Are our bodies flesh in flesh
flesh by flesh
What is sin?
Laughing with no regrets
saying with no ocasion,
what is sin?
dancing naked at the moonlight,
in an open field
rolling on the floor with you
what is sin?
Our souls dead gathering dust to dust,
What is sin?
My sin is seing your lips passing in front of me
and I couldn't say to you, while feeling your breathe,
that I...
Well, it will remain a secret, cause I will only tell to you.

Withered rose

The withered rose I give you today
is the one you give me yesterday
and while I may continue to give it back to you
the fading rose is a symbol of life
because is a sign that i am close to you
and that I'm alive
to be with you
to give u this rose

Its you that I adore
you, the music and the movement
of my fractured heart
wake me up in the days
trough dawn or dusk
the eye of my memory
seek you, the heart of my heart feel you
this music in the warm
is like an eternal rain
my love, when will your tears wash away?

Belief

Believe in me when I say
i wouldn't hurt you
Belive in me when we stand side by side
walking down the beach
staring at the twilight zone
imaging the life up there
dreaming to discover this
and the other world together
always playin
always laughing
always lovin
my love take my hand, in sign of belief
show me your eyes
for me to enter trough you
and stole your secrets to neverland

ziänne

não sei porque me chamo ziänne, mas foi a única coisa que algum dia me chamei

Pérola

Posso dar-te a conhecer a minha concha
e com o tempo...
até a fina seda do seu leito
da pérola escondida
Mas esta, meu querido
está perdida num oceano
que necessitaria de muito folêgo
para ser transposto
Porque essa pérola é o único tesouro que possuo
e o único que não conheço
e nao vislumbro, mesmo olhando...

ziänne

Dead roses

Give me dead roses for me to smash
like you step on my words
wich you don' see and don't listen
Give me dead roses my love
to burry our past
that doesn't feel
Give me fading roses for me to forget
and pass its roughness on my palid face
to believe there's no way out
nor libid in our sights
that gaze upon each other
and in our bodies
that walk in distance
wanting to avoid the fear
that runs in our blood
that rebels in the silence of this secret

ziänne