Brigada AI - Here and there Lyrics

Here is the same as there, my friend
All places in this world are like
If doomed thy life in grief to spend
What change can then thy fate amend
What from thy soul the pain can strike?
When pain doth wound the tired heart
And grief doth tie the fevered eye
Some joy indeed the world's great art
May to thy pained soul impart
What's this if joy in thee not lie?
When on my restless couch I lie
And count the throbbing of my breath
I see the joy of earth and sky
Yet hate it all; why should not I
So keep my coward mind from death?
True joy comes not from outward show
But in our deepest soul doth rest
What matter if the sun can glow
And stars at night look sweetly so
When hearts are by their grief opprest?
For when the darkness weighs thy thought
And night doth fall upon thy soul
Are not again thy sorrows brought?
When pain doth) tired) the fevered eye))Do fears not back upon thee roll?)
I cannot do but hope; as mine
Thy mind I see to hopes doth bend
I in my land and thou in thine
We suffer both - our griefs entwine
Here is the same as there, my friend
When on my restless couch I lie
And count the throbbing of my breath
I see the joy of earth and sky
Yet hate it all; why should not I
So keep my coward mind from death?
True joy comes not from outward show
But in our deepest soul doth rest
But in our deepest soul doth rest
What matter if the sun can glow
And stars at night look sweetly so
When hearts are by their grief opprest?
For when the darkness weighs thy thought
And night doth fall upon thy soul
Here is the same as there, my friend
All places in this world are like
If doomed thy life in grief to spend
What change can then thy fate amend
What from thy soul the pain can strike?
When pain doth wound the tired heart
And grief doth tie the fevered eye
If doomed thy life in grief to spend
What change can then thy fate amend
What from thy soul the pain can strike?
When pain doth wound the tired heart
And grief doth tie the fevered eye
Some joy indeed the world's great art
May to thy pained soul impart
What's this if joy in thee not lie?
When on my restless couch I lie
And count the throbbing of my breath
I see the joy of earth and sky
Here is the same as there, my friend