Princes of lonely hearts

Pray for rain, pray for Leila,
She’s dancing in her father’s arms
Watch the clouds, watch them Leila,
Making pictures in your sky.

You are
Faraway now, in the space now, left a
scar inside our hearts
You were
A shining light into the dark, could you hear us call your name?
Leila, Leila, Leila, Leila
Princess of lonely hearts

Pray for love, pray for freedom
Pray now for going home
Pray for millions in exile now, Leila
They all now want to go home

Did you see the people?
Shedding tears for you?
Did you hear their broken hearts …….?
Did you feel their loving?
It is you that they’re loving .
Did you know they’re lonely too …..?

Oh I wished you were here, So at least
you could hear,
The wall of fear, breaking down…
The lonely hearts are beating, and the
clouds are roaring
They’re just waiting for your smile ….

Leila, Leila, Leila, Leila
Princess of lonely hearts


Guide the clouds, pray for guidance, Leila
Pray for rain in the month of June.
Pray for dance in the rain, Leila,
Pray for flowers in the dune.

You are
Flying high, in to the sky now, kissing clouds as you pass by,
Would you
Pray for rain, one more time, would you let us call your name?


Leila, Leila, Leila, Leila
Leila, Leila, Leila, Leila
Leila, Leila, Leila, Leila

Princess of lonely hearts

Anything but violence

Indicative obsession with results
Analytical conviction in deadlines, storylines, lines between the lines
Credence in linear time, and numbers, years, months, hours,
even seconds that count down the arrival of the Messiah
the second coming, the third or the nth?
Who sets the reference anyway?

A sister sang a white whisper
A brother shed her red blood
And a father that grew greener
I see, I hear, I feel……….. I feel

I see the belief in algebra’s doom
Gloom, they paint, they fix the frame
But I fly into my melancholic purple, into timelessness
Into ? timelessness? A time before the time? Is there a precedent? A sequence?
I see the purple skies and other dimensions with my inner eye
A parallel world where red blood
Does not spill on white songs
And green is getting younger, getting stronger, getting wiser, getting smarter

A poem, a picture, a painting, a song;
anything but violence bring them along;
a tolerant whisper or a deafening scream;
anything but violence will realize our dream