Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Im ersten aller Spiele, artist - Dornenreich. Date of issue: 01.05.2014
Song language: Deutsch
Im ersten aller Spiele(original) |
| Das Kind ist seine Schritte |
| ES lacht, es träumt sehr viel |
| Weiß nicht und lebt so Mitte |
| Es fühlt allein das Spiel |
| In Form und Farbe, Licht und Regung |
| Es mag sein und liebt Bewegung |
| Fühlt das Kind |
| In Form und Farbe, Licht und Handlung |
| Es mag sein und liebt Verwandlung |
| Fühlt das Kind |
| Den blauen Vogel lichtgefiedert |
| Fühlt das Kind und zeigt gen Himmel |
| Es mag sein |
| Kristall’ne Kugel rollt und funkelt |
| Farbentanz mit Lichterfreunden |
| Fühlt das Kind |
| Von Kind zu Allbegeisterung feine Saiten sind gespannt |
| Mit Tau und Tränen reich besetzt |
| Sie klingen klar in strahlend' |
| Jetzt |
| The child is its steps |
| It laughs, it dreams so much |
| It doesn’t know and lives the cente |
| Feeling nothing but the game alone |
| In form and colour, light and emotion |
| It likes to be, and it loves movement |
| The child feels |
| In form and colour, light and deed |
| It likes to be, and it loves transformation |
| The child feels |
| The blue bird, feathered with light |
| Is felt by the child, pointing to the sky |
| It likes to be |
| Crystal ball that rolls and shines |
| Dance of colours and of lights |
| The child feels |
| Fine threads are woven from child to cosmic rapture |
| Richly bejewelled with dew and tears |
| Sounding clear in the radiant |
| Now |
| (translation) |
| The child is his steps |
| It laughs, it dreams a lot |
| Don't know and lives in the middle |
| It alone feels the game |
| In shape and colour, light and movement |
| It may be and loves movement |
| Feel the child |
| In form and colour, light and action |
| It may be and loves transformation |
| Feel the child |
| Light-feathered the blue bird |
| Feel the child and point to the sky |
| It could be |
| Crystal ball rolls and sparkles |
| Color dance with light friends |
| Feel the child |
| From child to universal enthusiasm fine strings are stretched |
| Richly occupied with dew and tears |
| You sound clear in 'radiant' |
| now |
| The child is its steps |
| It laughs, it dreams so much |
| It doesn't know and lives the cente |
| Feeling nothing but the game alone |
| In shape and colour, light and emotion |
| It likes to be, and it loves movement |
| The child feels |
| In shape and colour, light and deed |
| It likes to be, and it loves transformation |
| The child feels |
| The blue bird, feathered with light |
| Is felt by the child, pointing to the sky |
| It likes to be |
| Crystal ball that rolls and shines |
| Dance of colors and of lights |
| The child feels |
| Fine threads are woven from child to cosmic rapture |
| Richly bejeweled with dew and tears |
| Sounding clear in the radiant |
| Now |