My San

I open my eyes
laying at your side
looking at your smile on your lips
are you dreaming about us
enjoying we are together

Are you where I am
do you feel my love
I let you sleep
raise from our bed
kiss you softly on your forehead

I walk out in the kitchen
turn on the radio
put on the blue kettle
make coffee for us

I read the newspaper
peacetalk between India and Pakinstan
the war in the middle east has stopped

I hear you hum
its a quite new melody
tunes from heaven
tunes from my queen

I listen to your steps
you come closer
the sun sends its newborn rays
through the left corner of the window

The coffe is ready
You sit on my knees
embracing eachother
we were united
the whole night
we are a unit just now

We hear Celina Dion
singing a song for us
everything else is quiet

I was a diffucult man to love
all the conflicts in the world
was in my soul
You had to deal
with all those wars
going on on the earth
the battleground was in my soul
But now there is peace

Is it a dream
is it my imagination
of how I want life to be

I look at your face
do I see sorrow
a sadness I cannot cure

Is Bucharest too tuff a place
to live in for peace seekers

Is the industrial world
too competitive
is there no place for love for all

We are blessed with skillfull children
how will the society develop
will it be a happy place for our kids
are there hope for the street kids
with no home
no father
no mother

What can I do to help you in your support
for all the kids you love
you know I love them too
your love is my love

We raise to turn off the music
'Play the flute for me' you say
'Play the flute on the street, comfort the poor old woman
sitting in front of the bakers shop
sitting on the hard ground
with a bible on the lap'
We saw her
starving
You gave her a bread
when we walked out of the shop
You feel what she feel
I feel what you feel

I am at your side
every day on your work
You are Maria Magdalene
you are Martha
Tell me
who am I

To day you will go to the market
bying tomatoes, onion, peperfruit, potatoes
bread, cola, milk, meat
We are rich
we do not go to bed with empty stomach
We are healthy
our kids are healthy

But the street kids need us
it's a heavy burden
we can not carry it by ourself
we need help from heaven
The heaven inside us

It does not help to pray
we know they need our help
But we need strenght
to continue
not to give up

I will give you strength
You give me strenght
by being you
We can look at Mother Teresa
she gives us the force to help
in this world of living hell
Perhaps it matters what we do
I want to give my life
to you.