1. i'll tell you, Emily Dickinson
I'll tell you how the sun rose - a ribbon at a time -
the steeples swam in amethyst - the news, like squirrels, ran -
the hills untied their bonnets - the boblinks - begun -
then I said softly to myself - "that must have been the sun"!
but how he set - I know not - there seemed a purple stile
that little yellow boys and girls were climbing all the while -
till when they reached the other side, a dominie in gray -
put gently up the evening bars - and let the flock away -
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2. the skies can't keep their secret, Emily Dickinson
the skies can't keep their secret! they tell it to the hills -
the hills just tell the orchards - and they - the daffodils!
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a bird - by chance - that goes that way - soft overhears the whole -
if I should bribe the little bird - who knows that she would tell?
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I think I won't - however - it's finer - not to know -
if summer were an axiom - what sorcery had snow?
so keep your secret - father! I would not - if I could,
know that the sapphire fellows, do, in your new fashioned world!
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3. run with me, dela hüttner
time to stroll. time to fly. time to love. time to miss out. time to find.
time to sieve. time to remember. time to believe.
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pause for a moment, why are you running, take a little time, you are stunnung.
pause for a moment, you'll reach your goal, and when you're running, then run with me!
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run with me, what will be? we do care, we'll get there!
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pause for a moment, if you can't slow down, let's at least jump together in it.
I know that the others are shaking their heads, bit what can I do, I feel so good!
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4. che fast qua tü randulin (traditional)
che fast qua tü randulin, ourasom sün quel manzin?
eus un qua per t'avisar, tü n'ut dessast maridar.
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5. angels, Emily Dickinson
angels, in the early morning
may be seen the dews among,
stooping - plucking - smiling - flying -
do the buds to them belong?
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angels, when the sun is hottest
may be seen the sands among,
stooping - plucking - sighing- flying -
parched the flowers they bear along.
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6. heart, Emily Dickinson
poor little heart! did they forget thee? then Dinna care! then dinna care!
proud little heart! did they forsake thee? be debonnaire! be debonnaire!
frail little heart! I would not break thee - could'st credit me? could'st credit me?
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7. keep on turning, claudia marolf/dela hüttner
they've been together for countless days, but now want to go their seperate ways.
and the world keeps turning.
he'd love to hold on to his old flat. but it's gonna be sold so he has to let go.
and the world keeps turning.
she can't wait to finally have some time of. but not sharing it with anyone is rough.
a peaceful country with big plans is suddenly under attack, the world at war.
and it's spinning out of controll.
she smiling to herself in the park, people walk by and catch her spark.
he too moves on and finds himself piecing together the puzzle called life.
we don't know why the powerful man declares war to another nation, but we know
that some point he'll reach the end of his tether.
and the world will keep on turning and it will heal to start all over.
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8. hope, Emily Dickinson
hope is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul -
and sings the tune without the words - and never stops - at all.
and sweetest - in the gale - is heard -
and sore must be the storm - that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
and on the strangest sea -
yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb - of me.
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9.where to, dela hüttner
here he stands and smiles, his eyes shine.
here he stands and forms a heart, here he stands, free.
here he stands tall and tender, here stands and forms a heart, caught!
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heroes will never die, there he stands and forms a heart, free.
a road to nowhere, all in white, a path to nowhere, all in the frog, all in the shade,
the trees do know, even the stars, where the path leads.
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10. flow, dela hüttner
so much love, so much hope, so much ... where are you? I don't see you.
streets full of people, wide of the mark and somewhere you shall be.
looking, ignoring, sensing and yet blind, what should I do to see you?
so much hustle, so much hope, so much ...
who are you? I know you are here. guess with all your senses, suspected, overlooked.
maybe it's all in my head? looking and whatching, full of trust, is that you in coulour?
pause for a moment, altrisuoni jazz label, 2026
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1. Before the Storm, Celia Dropkin
The air feels close and heavy, the sky, low and grey. Shadows are lost in the blue dark.
The sky's gray glances are wild and hot. Palely creeping under them comes smoke from factories.
The smoke from the factories is like froth on the sea. The dark-gray, rigid fence is made of cloudy bridges.
The bridges are splitting, severed by fiery saws: two doves flit away to hide from the rain.
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2. Mayari, the lyrics are mysterious
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3. Honey, Yvonne Eckert und Dela Hüttner
Honey, you look at me and I see a smile, but honey, your smile is so fake. It hurts so much and I feel so fragile, honey, my tears can fill a lake.
You think you're so hot / a god / the g.o.a.t. / the jackpot, but you should know you are not. I want to travel far away, but how can I go and you will stay?
Honey, we used to talk and laugh a lot, honey, our ties seemed so strong. Come on, give our love a last shot, don't leave me feeling all wrong!
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4. I'm Nobody, Emily Dickinson
I'm nobody, who are you? Are you - nobody - too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell, they'd advertise, you know!
How dreary - to be - somebody! How public - like a frog - to tell one's name - the livelong june - to an admiring bog!
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5. Your Eyes, Celia Dropkin
A deep green summer is in your eyes, a summer that pulses from your warm heart, a summer with a song in its branches, branches that shadow darkly.
I will go where your eyes lead me, through fields, valleys, through a dense forest where paths are crooked and curved and quiet darkness holds you in its arms.
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6. The Mermaid Song, Keller/Calloway, additional verse Dela Hüttner
I went down to the sea one day to see the fish jump around and play, watch the mermaid swing and sway to the music of the sea. I went down to the sea one day, to see the sun drive the clouds away, watch the sailboats rock'n'roll to the music of the sea. And I met a lovely maiden on that midday afternoon. She promised she would wed me on a summer day next june.
But it was only a dream that day, her old man Neptun came up to say: Flap your fins and swim away, you'd be wrong back in the sea.
Cruise ships wreck the harmony, the fish dials nine one one, the mindless traveller doesn't care, the harm's not for him to bear.
And it is only a dream that day, the old man Neptun came up to say: protect our seas and go away, you do not belong
on the sea!
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7. La lune blanche, Paul Verlaine
La lune blanche luit dans les bois; de chaque branche part une voix, sous la ramée ... ô bien aimée.
L'étang reflète profond miroir, la silhouette du saule noir, où le vent pleure ... rêvons, c'est l'heure.
Un vaste et tendre apaisement semble descendre du firmament, que l'astre irise ... c'est l'heure exquise.
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8. Quiet Love, Dela Hüttner
Sleep well, dear, smile, my love. Dream well, dear, keep well, my love. Your tender heart will beat, your smile will give, feel beeing shepherded, feel loved.
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9. What Counts? Dela Hüttner
I don't mind their hair-dos, I don't mind their ties. I don't mind present itself, I don't mind their lifes.
I don't mind their paunches, I don't mind their teeth. I don't mind their simplications, but why won't they let us breathe?
Dignity counts, empathy counts, opinions count, as well. And who is right? And who is bright? And how should we decide?
I don't mind their clear words, I don't mind their dramas. I don't mind their wish to preserve, but why are they spitting like lamas?
Define yourself, get involved, and stand up for your rights. Don't let your fear paralyse you, don't hesitate for the truth!
Do not look down on the others, take a look in the mirror: what counts?
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10. My Ship, Celia Dropkin
My ship has weathered many storms: a mere boy like you can't break my heart. Don't be surprised to find me laughing and lively the day after you say you don't love me anymore.
My ship will shake all night on high waves. It will groan like a sick child. It will bend to the side like an old woman. But in the morning, it will right itself and sail, silent on the blue surface.
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branches, narrenschiff label, 2021
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