...finden Raum.

Ein ganz besonderer Mensch, ein besonderes Lied, eine ganz besondere Nacht.

Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, Killing me softly with his song ...

...und nicht wissend, was aus ihm geworden ist...aus diesem besonderen Menschen und seinem roten Drachen.

"Das letzte Einhorn" - der letzte Tag, an dem ich ihn sah und mit ihm gemeinsam dieses Märchen erlebte - seine Einsamkeit, sein Verzweifeln an der Zerstörung seiner selbst.

THE LAST UNICORN

      When the last eagle flies
      Over the last crumbling mountain
      And the last lion roars
      At the last dusty fountain
      In the shadow of the forest
      Though she may be old and worn
      They will stare unbelieving
      At the Last Unicorn

      When the first breath of winter
      Throught the flowers is icing
      And you look to the north
      And a pale moon is rising
      And it seems like all is dying
      And would leave the world to mourn
      In the distance hear her laughter
      It's the Last Unicorn
      I'm alive... I'm alive

      When the last moon is cast
      Over the last star of morning
      And the future is past
      Without even a last desparate warning
      Then look into the sky where through
      The cloudes a path is formed
      Look and see her how she sparkles
      It's the Last Unicorn
      I'm alive... I'm alive.

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...und der Stimme einer Göttin gelauscht.

Musik, die Steine zum erweichen bringt und kalte Herzen wärmt.

Spente la stelle...

Cuor senza sangue...Musik, die alle Emotionen vereint...

Gesungen von einem Engel

Emma Shapplin

www.emmashapplin.net