Superbird
No they-perhaps, just here-and-nows
Tomorrow's dream is not my dream
It comes too late and I can't wait
The river runs with one remark
Get on your way, it's growing dark
And so I live to have my say
To get and give each burning day
And if in time I find my love
He'll find that I'm no frightened dove
For all too soon young love is passed
It's tender leaves fall off too fast
Each rising hill, each falling stream
Cause to fulfill each day's new dream
Some brighter road to fly along
Some stronger wine, some
Bells Of Notre Dame
Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone;
Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone;
Taken by the church, his soul will be slave of God;
In the belfry´s beauty is his figure something odd.
We see the hunchback in Notre Dame
Dancing on the tallest towers
Arcades and spires, filling his heart,
Deep like the choir, fine like the art
Is the place my cell, is it?
Is God´s home my hell?
Oh, my body prisions my poor soul,
Untill i toll!
CHORUS
I am grim, full of gloom
In my dim gothic tomb
But the bells in my heart chime for ever
With the ding that belongs
To the king of their songs
I´m the sound of Notre Dame
In the wheel of life he is a horror for the crowd,
When will be the time he´ll see the sun between the clouds?
Looking at the bells he think about his tragic fate
Wants to be a rock or metal like his soulless mates
We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame
Crying on the tallest towers
Gargoyles and columns, his relity;
Chants wich are solemn, his agony
Is the place my cell, is it?
Is God´s home my hell?
Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul
Until i toll!
CHORUS