Iv. Fanfares Lyrics & Chords By György Ligeti

The people are the heroes now. Behemoth pulls the peasant’s plow. When we look up, the fields are white with harvest in the morning light and mountain ranges one by one ...read more

My father's house was razed In nineteen forty-eight When the Israelis passed Over our street. The house was built of stone With a courtyard inside Where, on a hot day, one ...read more

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When I paid off the taxi I had no money left And, of course, no luggage My empty hands shall signify this passion Which itself remembers O Daughter of Zion When you lay upon my...read more

Soldiers of heaven hold the sky, the morning breaks and shadows fly. Follow the orders of the poor, your master is the laborer who rules the world with truth and grace. Deal...read more