And when the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little agile when it's dark
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark
I have the constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark
Fear of the dark
I have the foulish feeling that someone's always
And the devil in a black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning.
Black wind come carry me far away.
"We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned.
But you got to be tough when consumed by desire.
The key to my survival
The key to my survival
Was never in much doubt
The question was how I could keep sane
Trying to find a way out
Things were never easy for me
Peace of mind was hard to find
And I needed a place where I could hide
Somewhere I could call mine
...
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs though my hand
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realise that nothing's as it seems
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a
"Heimat ist kein Ort, Heimat ist ein Gefühl."
Herbert Grönemeyer
(Home is not a place, home is a feeling)
Author's note:
Herbert Grönemeyer is one of the greatest musicians I have ever seen live on a stage.
>Wenn morgen die Welt unterginge,
würde ich heute noch mein Apfelbäumchen pflanzen.<
Reinhard Mey
(If the world would end tomorrow,
I would plant my little apple-tree this very day.
> I can imagine the moment
Breaking out through the silence
All the things that we both might say
And the heart it will not be denied
'Til we're both on the same damn side
All the barriers blown away <
Peter Gabriel
Author's note:
This is a story about Haruka and
Je savais le silence depuis longtemps
J'en sais la violence, son goût de sang
Rouge colères, sombres douleurs
Je sais ces guerres, j'en ai pas peur
Je sais me défendre, j'ai bien appris
On est pas des tendres par ici
Je sais les hivers, je sais le froid
Mais la vie sans to
Von April Eagle
Schicksal
Anmerkung des Autors:
(16. & 17.02.2000)
Diese Geschichte spielt zu der Zeit, in der sich Haruka und Michiru kennenlernen. Sie beide sind noch keine Sailor Kriegerinnen und erkennen erst langsam ihre Bestimmung.
