Mike Youssefian

It is the Fourth of July,

Shower of stars from the sky,

Ten thousand white beams of light

Celebrate country of free,

Celebrate the happy dreams.

All the old and young at heart

Move today with jolly dance.

No more tears, grief of l...

It is dark and cold tonight.

No sun and the clouds above

Hide the full moon in the sky.

No words of hope in the air,

No smile and song in my heart.

All the flowers of the yard

Are hiding their pretty face.

All the spar...

On the vast and green fields

There are white crosses alive

That guard young boys,

The brave victims of the wars.

We now shed tears

In the planet of the dead.

We cherish now and salute

The memory of them al...

I have walked hundred dark years,

In the deserts of unknown.

I have seen the sacred churches,

Torched with multitudes within.

I am orphan of a nation,

Seeking a chair on this land,

Seeking for my old, dear mother,

Who shed her blo...

Lord, please hold both my hands,

While I walk through the storm.

Make my path lit and safe,

Make me strong to survive,

And to reach the shiny shore.

Clean my heart like the snow.

Make me pure, paint my soul

From the pallet of the...

Your pink, pretty and tiny shape,

That tried to step on this cursed soil,

Did not run, jump in the playground.

Your laughter did not fill the air,

Innocence of your hidden life,

Went to fill a void in the space.

Those who killed you and who went home,

...

I am gazing at your wet black eyes,

Mozart, my young and dear friend.

Friend in the days when music

Has lost its taste and color.

The requiem played and sung in the past

To carry your frail body to the stars.

To fill my cold room with sad notes.

I am hearing the sound of silence,

I am seeing the light of darkness,

I am touching the invisible,

I am walking the wide and deep space.

This planet is long dead for me,

The sparrows have lost my friendship,

All trees in the near forest

There is a silent Muse in my soul.

His loving friends killed him yesterday,

Crucified him on the cross like the Christ,

Asked me to bring flowers to his grave,

And wait his coming to life again.

It is a sad story of a...

I started to walk again

On the rugged road of life,

To see beauty on the sky

And smell flowers in my yard.

I dried the tears in my eyes

And started to laugh again,

To shake the hands of dear ones

And kiss ...