Lyrics and Artwork
USE TWO FINGERS TO ZOOM
USA DOS DEDOS PARA ZOOM
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Paris, by Nathalie Stachnik
“Bossa Française”. Nathalie Stachnik, Paris, France. The Luxembourger also made the piano drawing for Price I Pay, track from Beautiful Mess. Nathalie chose the Lamarck - Caulaincourt Metro station in Paris to portrait the everyday parisian life and the vibes of coffee and rendezvous.
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Lyrics
Bossa Française
Où les mots échouent
la musique parle
Elle révèle des choses enfouies
Et les secrets du monde
Des histoires de voyage
Des rencontres inattendues
Ils forment un grand collage
Comme une impression de déjà vu
Un jour assit dans le train
Le paysage passe derrière la fenêtre
Avec une guitar à la main
écrivant une légende peut-être
Les aiguilles ne dessinent que
Quelque cercles du temps
Mais dans mon esprit ce moment
Restera indéfiniment
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Oh Mr. Doubtful,
What are you worrying about
When the sun is shining down
and your head is full of clouds (clouds)
No place to sit is ever comfortable
No effort that you make is
good enough to be content
I don't mean to offend, but please
Just be content
Oh Mr. Doubtful (uh)
just make yourself comfortable
Embrace the moment (uh)
It's the best you've ever had
It's the best thing that you could ever have had
For now
This might not be no perfect picture
Might not be no happy end
We don't write conditional future
This is called the present tense
So just be content
And tell me what you feel
When you just breathe in
Open up for what's real
and then let life in
Go and live it (go and live it)
Oh Mr. Doubtful (uh)
just make yourself comfortable
Embrace the moment (uh)
It's the best you've ever had
It's the best thing that you could ever have had
For now
It might be the only chance
The first and the ultimate dance
Moments don't come back
They never turn around
So please just wake up
Don't run away from the Now
We don't need your doubts
Don't let them slow you down
Oh Mr. Doubtful (uh)
just make yourself comfortable
Embrace the moment (uh)
It's the best you've ever had
It's the best thing that you could ever have had
For now.
Mr Doubtful, by Grzegorz Konopski
“Mr.Doubtful”. Grzegorz Konopski, Münster, Germany. “With my art I wanted to express the everyday struggle we all deal with daily. Especially in these troubled times in which we have to deal with isolation and we must find patience and strength to overcome our situation.”
Get to know more of this amazing artist on Instagram: @giraffe_enough
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Alle Zeit, by Sarah Magirius
“Alle Zeit”. Sarah Magirius, Dresden, Germany. Sarah, Fede and Ronja are good friends who met in Italy 3 years ago. She is an outstanding fashion designer from Berlin and was the hand behind the booklet drawings and text for the album Beautiful Mess.
If you visit her Instagram, you will find not only paintings but amazing fashion to admire: @sarah.magirius
“Москва”. by Sybille Heller
“Москва”. Sybille Heller, Hanover, Germany. “Moscow, a dream or a destination? Drifting on a cloud… out of reach?” The graphic designer and painter passionately travels to strange countries and loves hiking through Germany.
To see more about this fantastic artist, please visit her website: https://heller-grafikdesign.de/
Lyrics
Москва
мои мысли и поступки
идут от сердца
и душе
я иду в москву
я вижу мир
я могу всё что чачу
осуществить мою мечту
если раз я полюбила
эта будит навсегда
Mother, by Peggy Fichtner
“Mother”. Peggy Fichtner, Isny, Germany. The drawing has a very personal connection to Ronja, since Peggy played an important mother role in Ronja’s childhood. She is also a good friend of Ronja´s real mum. Under the pseudonym Maya she also sings and creates in many different forms of art.
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Oh mother
I am so grateful to be yours
I want you to take care
Take care of yourself
Oh Mother Mother Mother Mother
I’m so grateful to be yours
And you want me to take care
Take care of myself
You wish you could slow me down
Take some of my burden
You wish you could calm me down
There’s no need to hurry and run
Take the wind out of my sails
So that I find my focus
You cannot watch to see me waste myself
You cannot watch it anymore
You cannot watch to see me give myself to the world
To the world
You wish you could slow me down
Take some of my burden
You wish you could calm me down
There’s no need to hurry and run
Take the wind out of my sails
So that I find my focus
Oh Mother
I’m so grateful to be yours
And I promise to take care
Take care of myself
Forever on the road, by Ilana Puetz
“Forever on the Road”. Ilana Puetz, Berlin, Germany. When Ronja discovered Ilanas art on Instagram she fell in love at first sight. “I am connecting lifestyle with nature, colors and ink.”
You should definitely check her Instagram profile out, it will captivate you as it did me: @ip_ictures
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A new day on the road
again we reset and let go
and I feel the waves of time
washing over our heads
Was that really just yesterday?
It feels like ages away
We are ages away
Every place a new chapter
We are moving
We keep moving on
ever changing
We’ve never stopped before
We go
On and on and on and on and on...
City lights and faces
Leaving their subtle traces
Of silence and noise
Place after place passing by
We go day after daylight
We live through the night
Flying in colibri circles
Who could ever stop us
Forever on the road
I don’t wanna go home
I don’t wanna sleep in
I don’t want to come down
We keep on dreaming
Happy Time, by Leandro Valenti
“Happy Times”. Leandro Valenti, Tarragona, Spain. The artist, born in Rosario, Argentina, shares an ode to “Capitán”, a rescued dog, that ever since getting into his life has brought joy and happiness, and how playing with him is always a highlight of one's day.
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Time is such a curious thing to me
I find it hard to grasp
At times it‘s slipping through my fingers
When I want it to linger the most
Happy times
they're never wasted dear
They're well invested here my friend
In my life
I’ve got to comprehend
That moments pass
like shooting stars
Time is such a curious thing to me
I find it hard to read
And I wait, I'm waiting my life away
And I dream I'm far, far away
Ocean of time, by Catherine Philips ft. Sarah Magirius
“Ocean of Time” (Poem). Catherine Philips, London, United Kingdom. The original painting is called “The Blues Project”. Catherine creates abstract and cosmic paintings, collages and experimental videos, and has had a number of solo exhibitions in London and South East England.
If you want to see more of this superb artist, visit her Instagram: @ostaralondon
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I only have five minutes to say what I have to say
So I’ll better be quick about it – I don’t wanna waste no time
5 Minutes.
If I am lucky enough to live until 65 I will have 33.696.000 minutes to breathe
Our small five minutes fit in there 6.739.200 times.
They might just be a random piece of your timeline,
just another brick in the wall.
But there once was a scientist who said
That time is relative.
And I believe we should listen to that genius
forget all the numbers and mathematics
and make this moment stretch out a little longer.
Before I start I would like to ask everyone sitting in this room
to close your eyes for a short moment.
And in your mind I want you to imagine the wide blue ocean
With its vast and endless deep beauty
And with your breath you follow the waves of the salty water
Absorbing the air, pulling it in your lungs
Then pushing it out, rolling, fading out slowly
We are like rocks in the ocean
Telling ourselves to be solid and strong
While the waves keep us in motion
Pushing us up, pulling us down,
And there is nothing we can do about it
My life is built on memories.
Some of them seem enormous to me.
A couple of seconds sometimes stretch out over years
Motion, Smell, Pictures and Sounds
Repeating themselves over and over in my mind
Like the first time he kissed me,
The butterflies in my belly celebrating
Exploding in colourful fireworks
Or the moment when she pushed me away
Pain running through every inch of my body
Myself imploding in a million sharp pieces.
My life is built on memories.
But some of them simply don’t exist.
Sometimes hours and days and weeks
Are filled with a monotonous routine
And I cannot fix them in my mind
If you asked me what I was doing two weeks ago
I would have to look it up in my calendar
Then I could list it up for you
Day and time and detailed activity
If you asked me what I will be doing in two weeks
I could do the same
And if you asked me then
If I had time for you
I would apologise and say:
No, I have no time.
We have no time.
We locked it up in a cage
and gave up our freedom.
We signed the wrong contract
and didn’t notice it was a trap.
We are imprisoned by numbers,
one until twelve, then starting again.
A turning wheel, a ticking noise,
night and day: ticking and ticking and ticking…
reminding us that we are imprisoned.
We created a monster
And call it future
We fail to control it
Although we seem so sure
We cut off our wings
Our shoulders too heavy to fly
Loaded with a million things
While our life is passing by.
We are like rocks in the ocean
Telling ourselves to be solid and strong
While the waves keep us in motion
Pushing us up, pulling us down,
And there is nothing we can do about it
But what if you would let go for a second
What if you would stop running away
What if you would feel this moment
realise the painful beauty
Of the things that slip away
Never to return again
Their bittersweet ephemera
You would open up your arms
Stretch out your wings
And embrace the freedom
That waited within you all the time
You are like a rock in the ocean
Telling yourself to be solid and strong
While the waves keep you in motion
Pushing you up, pulling you down
And then you give yourself to the water
And let the sea decide the way
Flattening your edges and borders
You become one with the wave
And it forms a shining pearl out of you
Glistening in the sun
Until you become smaller and smaller
And you get washed away with the sand.
10.05.2017, Ronja Maltzahn
"Ocean of time", by Andrea Potzler
“Ocean of Time”. Andrea Potzler, Hanover, Germany. The painter and musician told us: “With my picture I want to show the ocean, blue and turquoise and the waves, movement with different structures. Parts of the clock are floating in the water.”
Make sure to check out Andrea's Instagram profile to be amazed on every post: @andreapotzler
Lyrics
We’re drifting in different ways
through the ocean of time
Drifting away
Passing by
I thought we had all the time in the world
That’s what they said
That’s what you said
We‘re running in circles, diving deep
We’re like rocks in the ocean
Telling ourselves to be solid and strong
They keep us in motion
All of the waves
Pushing us up, pulling us down
And there’s nothing we can do about it
It’s pulling us in its depth
Of the ocean of time
Into the blue out of the blue
All I can see is me and you
We’re like rocks in the ocean
Telling ourselves to be solid and strong
They keep us in motion
All of the waves
Pushing us up, pulling us down
And there’s nothing we can do about it
And you give yourself into the water
Let the sea decide the way
Flattening your edges and borders
You become one with the waves
And it forms a pearl out of you
Glistening in the sun
Until you become smaller and smaller
Into the water...
You are the ocean...
We‘re like rocks in the ocean...
And you give yourself into the water
Let the sea decide the way
Flattening your edges and borders you become one with the waves
"Emma", by Sha'Ri Pohl
“Emma”. Sha'Ri Anna Louise Pohl, Reher, Germany. “It has always inspired me in what variety art and music can express the individual and connect to the society.” Under the pseudonyms “Nyan Hiko” or “Nyan1407” the 18-year-old prodigy has been publishing songs and paintings for over 6 years.
It's hard to capture all the amazing things Sha´Ri creates, but her Instagram is a good starting point: @nyan1407
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I see this big brown eyes
I see your innocence
the way you shine so bright
while you watching me sing for you
into the night
under the stars so bright,
Oh Emma would you lend your ears to me?
Emma, am I just a fool
Emma am I going to lose,
Or am I gonna rule the world
this kingdom I’ve built for you
this kingdom
Under the red evening sun
you are just standing there
listening to my song
I promise you no more than
to give you all my poetry
put my heart into this melody
I build a castle in the sky
I build a castle
This goes out to the fools who dare to dream
To the visionaries who believe
"Sound of the Forest", by Ilka Krug
“Sound of the Forest”. Ilka Krug, Osnabrück, Germany. “Party in the night forest.” The original sketch of the painter, jewellery and dread designer was firstly made as a black and white sketch before it turned into one of the most colourful designs of the whole album.
You can see more beautiful art and creations on her Instagram: @wilderwaldwichtel
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There's no time to wait Let's run away with wild horses Following the sound into the woods
Into the wild Following the voice that's calling Just like a child Just like a child We go dancing to The sound of the forest The sound of the forest We keep singing to The sound of the forest The sound of the forest As a city child You never tasted freedom Never drank the water of the wild River that runs The sound that will give you shivers Down to your bones Down to your bones We go dancing to The sound of the forest The sound of the forest We keep singing to The sound of the forest The sound of the forest The deeper we walk The closer we feel the woods The deeper we walk The closer we hear the The sound of our childhood The melody of the birds Tangled with the voice of the moose Calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me, calling, calling me in You keep calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me in... We go dancing to The sound of the forest The sound... We go dancing to The sound of the forest The sound of the forest We keep singing to The sound of the forest The sound of the forest The sound of the forest
"When you fall", by Verena Samusch
When You Fall. Verena Samusch, Hanover, Germany. “Your music has inspired me for the artwork, showing a couple of autumn lovers.” Verena is a freelancing Artist, Designer and Illustrator. Her art can be found on instagram @verenasamuschart.
Lyrics
I wanna go
where the winter wind blows me
down to the cold
where the fresh air will slow me down
you slow me down
I wanna hide
in the deepest dark corner
until we rise
to embrace the new summer day
it’s far away
You are so beautiful
when you fall
Show me in every color
how to let go
I wanna dance with your colorful grace
to feel your hands
like a sudden and warm embrace
under fallen leaves
I wanna stand
To stop and just stare
Into the land
Exploding in colorworks
And i'm out of words
When you fall, when you fall for me
I think I fall, I think for you
"Desayuno", by Antonela Provenzano
"Desayuno". Antonela Provenzano, Pergamino, Argentina. Doodle artist, and an outstanding cook, "Tone" has owned and worked in cafes around the globe. She felt like the logical choice for this song about an endless breakfast.
Find more of her art on Instagram: @doodling.mind
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El deja-vu de incontables momentos
Llena mi corazón
Nos veo en esta burbuja de paz
Sin tiempo sin pasado sin futuro sin preocupaciones
Solo el perfume de café fresco
Se mezcla con media lunas, pan caliente, chocolate y dulce
Y el sonido tierno de jazz en el fondo expandirán
Nuestras almas para la efímera infinidad del momento
El invierno está viniendo
Otra vez hace frío
Una tormenta está viniendo
Otra vez tu y yo
La oscuridad está viniendo
Son las cinco de la tarde y tenemos
Desayuno
Desayuno infinito...
Las palabras fluyen alrededor creando una barrera
Ante el mundo de afuera
Inmersos en el libro nada puede tocarnos
Ni el ruido del trajín de la ciudad ni repugnantes olores
Nuestras almas están en la efímera infinidad del momento
Oh desespera, desayuna, despensa...
"Über Wasser" by Benjamin Jaschke
Über Wasser. Benjamin Jaschke, Bremen, Germany. “Art is therapy” states painter and art therapy student Benjamin. His drawings of human bodies show deep emotional expression. All the sadness and seriousness of the song seem to be absorbed in his painting.
Find more of his outstanding art on Instagram: @kunst.ist.therapie
Lyrics
Halt mich fest
Halt mich auf
Halt mich hin
Gib den Rest
Gib dich auf
Gib dich hin
Halt mich zusammen
Halt mich über Wasser
Halt mich frei
Ich halt dich zusammen
Ich halt dich über Wasser
Ich halt dich
Frei....
Wie der Regen fällt
Geschichten erzählt
Vom Fallen und Fliegen und Vergehen
Wie der Sinn verfällt
Mir von damals erzählt
Vom Sein und Lieben und Vergehen
Wir werden bald gehen
Bis dahin bleibt meine Seele hier
sitzen an deiner Seite hier sitzen
Denn wir sitzen noch hier
Wir sitzen noch hier
"Blue Birds" by Annika von der Ley
Blue Birds. Annika von der Ley, Münster, Germany.
Anni designed the four season CD Inlay as well as the EarlyBird EP graphics. The comic retells the story of Argentina, when Ronja and Fede had a special encounter with the Blue Birds.
Find her art on Instagram @anni_vodely.
Lyrics
Strange noise above my head
Some huge birds they knock on the deck of our little home
I wonder where they come from
The clouds rise above the lake
The night falls, slowly the sun prepares to wake
To set up for a new day
Blue birds
They are circling through the mist
They come flying in my dreams
Reaching out to build a bridge between
The real world
That is waking up outside
And the world that's on my mind
The birds are flying through
Of my dreams only echoes will last
I heard the swan speak a language I cannot comprehend
What was it that he was telling
Like in a sand clock
The memories fall into pieces
I cannot recall the puzzle
What was it that I was dreaming
"The Frog & the Bird", by Karla Schauer
The Frog and the Bird. Karla Schauer, 21 years old, Münster, Germany. “The artwork refers to the lyrical parable and tries to express the joie de vivre of Ronja’s music.”
Karla studies design and is quickly working her way towards being a full time illustrator.
Find more of her beautiful works on Instagram: @schauer.illustrations
Lyrics
Life is made of puzzle pieces
And I try to figure out the picture
Life is made of puzzle pieces
And I’m looking for the answer
To solve it all
And so I stretch my wings and fly
Turned into a little bird
grandma told me once upon a time
As a bird you can see it all
As a bird you can see it all
I used to be a frog down there
I saw the life in frog perspective
I tried to jump, I tried to jump so high
But I couldn’t reach, I couln’t reach the sky
And as I circle through the blue
Diving in and out of cloud land
I might have finally found some clue
how the pieces go together
And my heart jumps high my heart jumps low
I am wise and proud but feel alone
Where is everyone to share my joy
Where is everyone why did I go
away
And in my dreams I travel back
Back to my home, back to the nest
Of safety and oblivion
I travel back into your arms
"Seasons", by Annika von der Ley
Another breathtaking artwork created by Anni, representing the four chapters of the album, the four seasons of the year, 4 different moods that are one in the end. You can often see this painting as a giant background in our concerts.
More on Annika on Instagram: @anni_vodely
"#Worldpop", by Hanna Ligeti
This impressive collage of ideas was brought to life by Hanna after we threw many many ideas at her. It doesn't cease to amaze me the way she was able to capture everything that was in my mind, ever connection to every song, this painting is the perfect overview of the album.
You can buy and admire more of Hanna´s work in: https://www.ligarti.com/
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