by Ingrid Prohaska
Four roses in a bottle
treiben über's Meer;
a little world, empty enough
to hold my humble head above.
Four roses in a bottle
treiben über's Meer;
no wind, no weather
can destroy them;
the little world grows up, gets more.
Four roses in a bottle
treiben über's Meer;
they smell so sweet,
the music's playing
this world is full of harmony.
Four roses in a bottle
float over the sea;
the bottle will be full one day,
my life will go down into the sea.
Four roses in a bottle
sink further to the ground;
my little world is lost for me,
gets part of a whole one now.
Four roses in a bottle
sink deep enough, the glass can break;
good feelings will possess me,
a great world will be mine - one day.
Special thanks to love, hope, joy and humor.
Copyright © 2007 Ingrid Prohaska
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Wow, nice poem! And I like the mix with the german words ;-)
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