In pustiu - F.Charm

— In sufletul fiecarui om, clipa de clipa decurge o lupta, care se aseamana cu

o lupta dintre doi lupi.

Unul reprezinta: raul, invidia, gelozia, dezamagirea,

egoismul, ambitia si minciuna.

Celalat reprezinta: pacea, dragostea, speranta,

adevarul, bunatatea si devotamentul

— Si care dintre acesti doi lupi castiga?

— Intotdeauna castiga acela pe care tu il hranesti!

Strofa 1:

Norul naste ploaie cum floarea naste flori

Ura doar razboaie si dragostea, fiori

Frica naste lasi, sarutul, pasiune

Drumul cere pasi ca viata-i o misiune

Viata naste vieti si noptile dimineti

Copacii, oxigen, inchisorile pereti

Stresul naste boala, demnitatea, caracter

Oamenii traiesc si pier sub acelasi cer

Muzica naste trairi si focul caldura

Cuvintele pot fi pictura-n literatura!

Timpul naste ani, cartierele golani

Saracia, datorii cand mancarea cere bani

Omul naste zambet, dar naste si lacrimi

Naste judecata dreapta sau cade in patimi

Omul!

Cea mai complexa fiara

Face iadul sa-nfloreasca si raiul sa moara

In pustiu ratacesc

Si cu mine vorbesc

In pustiu ratacesc

Si cu mine vorbesc

Strofa 2:

Toate au un rost in lume nimic nu se schimba

Doar omul zi de zi e altul, nu-i cel din oglinda

M-am inchis in sine, sa caut pacea-n mine

Si n-am deschis la nimeni ce voia sa ma aline

Lumea s-a intors pe dos intr-un mod hidos

Sistem religios ce predica mincinos;

Ingerii cer ajutor, sunt ocoliti de medici

Iar diavoli deghizati in popi se plimba prin biserici!

Ceasornicul in anii mei cu sete groapa-mi sapa

Vad zilnic suflete prea mari ce au intrat la apa

Cum au venit au si plecat poate-asa mi-e scris in stele

Ieri ma iubeau, azi m-au uitat, cand zilele-mi sunt grele

Si-apoi cand ii privesc in ochi gurile sunt mute

Atatia Iuda stau la coada obrazul sa-l sarute

Intr-un mediu surd, sunt ultima reduta

Ca mult prea multi m-aud, dar oare cati m-asculta?

In pustiu ratacesc

Si cu mine vorbesc

In pustiu ratacesc

Si cu mine vorbesc

Strofa 3:

Impacat c-asa e viata, grea ca pietrele de moara

Impacat cu umarul gol ce crucea grea mi-o cara

Impacat vreau sa fiu liber stiu ca toate au un pret

Impacat cu ochii reci ce ma privesc cu dispret

Padure fara uscaciuni, n-a fost niciodata

Asa cum viata din Iordan moare-n Marea Moarta

Fericirea-i perceputa in zeci de mii de feluri

D-aia pentru toti e transformata-n principale teluri

La ce bun sa nu fiu bun si mie mi-o spun

Sa nu devin taifun si sa cer carne de tun

Sa nu vreau sa ma razbun, demonii sa mi-i expun

Prin tot ce fac ce spun sa fiu perceput nebun!

Pun capul pe perna noaptea ascult viorile

Ca poate maine nu mai vine soarele cu zorile

Iar tie omule iti las toate piesele

Respectul si dragostea ce-mi oglindesc textele

In pustiu ratacesc

Si cu mine vorbesc

In pustiu ratacesc

Si cu mine vorbesc

- In the soul of every human being, every moment a fight takes place, which resembles

a fight between two wolves.

One represents: evil, envy, jealousy, disappointment,

selfishness, ambition and lying.

The other represents: peace, love, hope,

truth, kindness and devotion

- And which of these two wolves wins?

- The one you feed always wins!

Verse 1:

The cloud gives birth to rain as the flower gives birth to flowers

He only hated wars and love, shivers

Fear gives birth to cowardice, kissing, passion

The road requires steps as life is a mission

Life gives birth to life and night to morning

Trees, oxygen, prison walls

Stress gives birth to disease, dignity, character

People live and perish under the same sky

Music gives birth to feelings and fire to heat

Words can be painting in literature!

Time gives birth to years, slums

Poverty, debt when food demands money

Man gives birth to a smile, but also gives birth to tears

He gives birth to righteous judgment or falls into passion

The man!

The most complex beast

Let hell flourish and heaven die

I get lost in the desert

I'm talking to you too

I get lost in the desert

I'm talking to you too

Verse 2:

Everything has a purpose in the world, nothing changes

Only the everyday man is different, not the one in the mirror

I closed myself in, to seek peace in myself

And I didn't tell anyone what he wanted me to do

The world turned upside down in a hideous way

Religious system that preaches a lie;

Angels are asking for help, they are bypassed by doctors

And devils disguised as popes walk through churches!

The clock in my thirsty years digs my hole

I see too many souls entering the water every day

When they came and left, maybe that's how it's written in the stars

Yesterday they loved me, today they forgot me, when my days are hard

And then when I look into their eyes, their mouths are silent

So many Judas stand in line to kiss him on the cheek

In a deaf environment, I am the last redoubt

Too many people hear me, but how many listen to me?

I get lost in the desert

I'm talking to you too

I get lost in the desert

I'm talking to you too

Verse 3:

Peaceful as life is, heavy as millstones

Reconciled with the bare shoulder that the heavy cross carried me

Peacefully I want to be free I know that all have a price

Reconciled with cold eyes looking at me with contempt

Forest without droughts, it never was

As life in the Jordan dies in the Dead Sea

Happiness is perceived in tens of thousands of ways

That's why for everyone it is transformed into main goals

What good is a web site if it simply "blends in" with everything else out there?

Don't become a typhoon and ask for cannon fodder

I don't want to take revenge, let the demons expose me

By everything I do I am perceived as crazy!

I put my head on the pillow at night listening to the violins

Maybe tomorrow the sun won't come at dawn

And I leave all the pieces to you, man

The respect and love that my lyrics reflect

I get lost in the desert

I'm talking to you too

I get lost in the desert

I'm talking to you too