Μουσική μου

[atreu73]

Εδώ θα βάζω μουσική δική μου. Μελοποιήσεις ή τραγούδια μου. Όποιος θέλει μπορεί να συμβάλει με δικά του κομμάτια.

[looking for the unknown]

προσπαθώ νά γεμίσω τά κενά μέ υπόηχους,μού έχει υποσχεθεί μιά γνωστή
ότι κάποια στιγμή θά μέ συνοδέψει στό πιάνο...τό έχω συντομέψει

κάβερ τό you are the sunshine of my life τού στήβη ουώντερ

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1j-xP-V ... itFHc/view

[atreu73]

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death (W.B Yeats)

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;

My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death

[atreu73]

The song of wandering Aengus (W.B. Yeats)

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.