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One, two, three chimney-smokes
in winter night.
One, two, three small windows
cleaned up and bright.
One, two, three apple-trees
covered with snow.
One, two, three old women
ready to go.
One hundred parents` graves,
centuries old.
One hundred stories that
grandmother told.
One, two, three free hours
and off we go.
One, two, three millions and
Europe, hallo!

Excuse me, dear,
I have to leave.
I tried to care
and to believe...

Forbidden flirt
ends never nice.
Someone gets hurt,
another twice.

All stories don`t
make fairy-tales.
You`ll like or won`t,
but this has failed.

Farewell, my dear!
I`m on my way.
One single tear -
no more to say.

Good-morning, snow-flake,
first time this year!
I `m nearly awake
with news to share.
This winter will find us
together again.
Snow-drifts will blind us -
snow-flake and snowman.

Once I dreamed I was a flower
Once I dreamed you were a wave
Once a storm dropped me in water
Carry me your arms became

Once I dreamed I was a raindrop
Once I dreamed you were a cloud
Once a storm nice sunshine stopped and
out of your arms myself I found�

Now I know I was a dreamer
Now I know you were realistic
Don`t expect you working wonders
sometimes you know I really miss it

I Sometimes Wonder

I wonder why the grass is green
And why the wind is never seen.
Who taught the birds to build a nest.
And told the trees to take a rest.
And when the moon is not quite round,
Where can the missing bit be found?
Who lights the stars when they blow out,
And makes the lightening flash about?
Who paints the rainbow in the sky,
And hangs the fluffy clouds so high?
Why is it now, do you suppose,...