(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

I guess I’s walking too much way within my soul,
the spring, she’s still here,
the summer always will
if I live,
the snowdrops, sands, leaves, snowfall,
all will start to bloom,
the autumn, she’s still here,
the winter always will
as long as I live.

oh, sweet train,
take me to my good, safe home,
oh, dear train,
lead me to where I belong.

I was where no one could think someone ever could reach,
where you could dream in grass
a dream which could not miss
the right point,
I drank & eat into mad summers that I love,
the sea was giving me
a red stone that, you see,
is my whole good life.

I was walking through gold summer towards autumn,
I’ve almost being mad,
I switched the words instead,
I felt good,
the winter’s always too far, locked within our souls,
& here’s the place things goes,
to beautiful home songs
as long as we live.

oh, sweet train,
take us to our good, safe home,
oh, dear train,
lead us to where we belong.

(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

thrills of snow-flakes,
sun is far away,

is here, in our souls,
damned to be locked
from the eyes of greedies.

spring of winter,
autumn calls you,
summer’s raining
with our souls.

thoughts of darkness,
moon is still here,

so far away from our souls,
damned to be killed
by no one’s eyes.

muddy railroads
are leading me
to my sweet home
to be free.

(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

rainy day,
it’s o.k.,
I’m going far away…

carved rings
& pity queens,
where are the souls
who played the balls ?
freezing, drowning
into muddy air,
calling winter
& a bear.

seems like dreaming
songs of death,
start to conquer
the beneath.

Citeste mai departe…

(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

“help me find the words,
you, autumn, help me find the way !
your leaves of gold are taking me
into worlds that enjoy me.

I do care about what you’re thinking,
I don’t care about what they are.

browny gold is whispering my name
& continuously is telling me that
the world is starting falling to ground
& I will fly all around…

you, autumn, help me find my way !
you, truly autumn, help me find my way…”

(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

the sun from the mountains
is calling for climbers,
the lakes from the mountains
are calling the fish.

I was once there where the mountains,
I was once there where the trees were in me.

let’s climb to the rock stars,
let’s climb to the moon,
our sun is up shining,
the moon is here soon.

tell me you’re flying, tell me I’m laying
into beds of gold sand,
into cold, black waters, free,
into highest mountains,
feeling early winters. free.

he walked in a dark train,
he’s following autumn,
his brain, it is burning,
he’s crazy as me !

(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

there’s somewhere a place
where anytime I’ll go,
I don’t remind the days
when I felt so alone.
there’s something that makes me
feel like a child,
there’s something that goes
right through my heart.

oh, tell me how far is
the way to the sea,
the shells & the waves
are calling for me.
there’s something that makes them
feel me like their child,
I don’t know what moon have
to say about that.

oh, I tell you I hear
right now her black sound
I tell you I’ll go near
to deafen my mind.
I stoled a red stone
from her a week ago,
but she sais she gaved me
to memorize her soul.

& now I remember,
crying, her kind face
when someone is going
there, into my place.
I’ll maybe never see her
but I got her red stone,
& so she’ll be forever
the mermaid of my soul.

(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

“hold this,
hold this train for tomorrow,
I wanna take a ride
to the stars.
make me,
make me feel just a sorrow,
I wanna feel theirs third eye”,

he yelled at a new void

that’s coming from his arm,
& it’s hurting like a gun.

that’s like a punishment,
love at the distance !
he dropped all the flowers
in a field of stones.

stones of
sickness, stones of childhood,
stones of feeling wet
in a desert.
“I will,
I put that distance
on a piece of bread
that is crushed

& embraced by you.

Citeste mai departe…

(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

“wake, you, up !
the sun is shining.
you got a long road
to ride.
forget the whispers
of your dream &
take your guitar
& be mine !”

he opened his eyes
& he saw no one
he took his guitar
& he ran.

he stopped in a bar
he took some beer
he seats in a corner
where
he felt no fear.

Citeste mai departe…

(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

there was, one time, a dragon fly
she was borned in the sorrow
of a dead, muddy
april-fools day.
she flied above the lake
where was borned
calling spring for tomorrow
then something has
changed har way.

she saw another dragon fly
it was the happiest
time in her life.

she came closer & she tried
just to meet the face of the guy,
but he wouldn’t
look at her
she was watching how
he’s just passing by.

Citeste mai departe…

(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

Springy time is calling
for someone who had known
that always, when you’re falling,
you are on you own.
our man is raising
his guitar on his had
than he stands &’s going,
he feels like he is dead.
the whispers of train stopped
& he know it isn’t true
he is very much alive
the air smelled, it’s brand new.

thrills of spring are singing
he’s walking out that train
the woman’s voice is falling
& it’s climbing now his brain.
he take that gentle dead song,
he’s running in that field
that rounds entire train &
he stop near what he builds,
he builds a walking coma,
the spring sign, is for you !
I don’t know why you always
wanted what is true.

Citeste mai departe…