WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
IT FLEW STRAIGHT OUT OF YOUR HEART
I ONCE TOLD YOU TO KEEP THE LOCK ON ITS CAGE
I ONCE GAVE YOU THE KEY
THE WIND ON WHICH WHITE RAVEN IS BORN
THAT NEVER KNEW WHEN TO STOP OR START
WAS ONCE INNOCENCE BUT NOW IS RAGE
AND RAGE AND WRATH IS ALL YOU SEE
YOU HARDLY FIND A MIRACLE IN THIS REGULAR WORLD
AND SO I AM SORRY FOR YOU CANNOT SEE
THAT IF A RAVEN CAN FLY HIGH AND SWIRL
SO CAN YOU AND SAME GOES WITH ME
MAYBE IN TIME YOU WILL BELIEVE
THAT IF YOU LEARN TO EAT DUST AS BREAD
AND IF YOU LEARN TO DRINK DIRT AS WATER
WE WILL BE FINALLY ABLE TO LIVE
IN WASTELANDS OF OUR EMPTY HEARTS
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
IT FLEW STRAIGHT OUT OF YOUR HEART
I ONCE TOLD YOU TO KEEP THE LOCK ON ITS CAGE
I ONCE GAVE YOU THE KEY
THE WIND ON WHICH WHITE RAVEN IS BORN
THAT NEVER KNEW WHEN TO STOP OR START
WAS ONCE INNOCENCE BUT NOW IS RAGE
AND RAGE AND WRATH IS ALL YOU SEE
YOU HARDLY FIND A MIRACLE IN THIS REGULAR WORLD
AND SO I AM SORRY FOR YOU CANNOT SEE
THAT IF A RAVEN CAN FLY HIGH AND SWIRL
SO CAN YOU AND SAME GOES WITH ME
MAYBE IN TIME YOU WILL BELIEVE
THAT IF YOU LEARN TO EAT DUST AS BREAD
AND IF YOU LEARN TO DRINK DIRT AS WATER
WE WILL BE FINALLY ABLE TO LIVE
IN WASTELANDS OF OUR EMPTY HEARTS
Michal Jirásko, 4. B
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
MAGNIFICENT CREATURES
THE KNIFHTS OF THE SEA
WITH WINGS AND VIRTUES
BUT THEY´RE MONSTERS TO ME.
I CALL THEM WHITE RAVENS
THEY DESERVE IT RIGHT
THEY´RE NO MESSENGERS FROM HEAVENS
THAT I´LL TELL YOU STRAIGHT.
YOU THINK THEY´VE GUIDED YOU SAFELY THROUGH THIS STRAIT…
BUT DO YOU SEE THAT SHIP?
AND THAT SKULL ON ITS MAST?
BURNING WRECK
THE END IS NEAR
YOUR MEN FALLING FROM THE DECK
WHITE RAVENS ARE HERE
IN THE FIRE´S GLOW
THEY´LL EAT YOU ALIVE
THIS FEAST STARTS WITH YOUR EYEBOWL
THIS PAIN YOU WON´T SURVIVE
MAGNIFICENT CREATURES
THE KNIFHTS OF THE SEA
WITH WINGS AND VIRTUES
BUT THEY´RE MONSTERS TO ME.
I CALL THEM WHITE RAVENS
THEY DESERVE IT RIGHT
THEY´RE NO MESSENGERS FROM HEAVENS
THAT I´LL TELL YOU STRAIGHT.
YOU THINK THEY´VE GUIDED YOU SAFELY THROUGH THIS STRAIT…
BUT DO YOU SEE THAT SHIP?
AND THAT SKULL ON ITS MAST?
BURNING WRECK
THE END IS NEAR
YOUR MEN FALLING FROM THE DECK
WHITE RAVENS ARE HERE
IN THE FIRE´S GLOW
THEY´LL EAT YOU ALIVE
THIS FEAST STARTS WITH YOUR EYEBOWL
THIS PAIN YOU WON´T SURVIVE
Jan Janouch, septima A
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
WHERE HAS HE GONE?
IS HE ALONE? THAT POOR RAVEN!
OR WITH SOMEONE?
THAT POOR RAVEN!
THE WHITE RAVEN,
THAT´S NOT A BLACK CAT.
SO, HE´S NOT BRINGING BAD LUCK AT ALL, RIGHT?
HIS NAME IS,
WELL, HAS HE GOT ANY NAME?
HE WEARS A JACKET, RIGHT? NO!
HE´S JUST AS WHITE AS CHRISTMAS SNOW!
RAVEN HAS JUST A FEW FRIENDS.
THE WIND, THE NIGHT,
THE WATER IN THE THAMES.
WHEN THE NIGHT COMES,
HE SINGS THE SONG.
AND HE´S HAPPY,
AND HE´S HAPPY,
DESPITE SMELLING
ALL THAT SMOG
AND GETTING LOST IN LONDON´S FOG.
SO WHERE HAS HE GONE THIS TIME?
TO THE SUBWAY? TO THE BAR?
OR HAS HE GONE TO THE WAR?
WITH BLACK RAVENS FROM THE TOWER?
HE´S GOT AGAINST THEM NO POWER!
HE´S WHITE, HE´S WHITE, HE IS THE RAVEN.
HE´S GONE, HE´S GONE. AND HE WILL NEVER COME BACK.
WHERE HAS HE GONE?
IS HE ALONE? THAT POOR RAVEN!
OR WITH SOMEONE?
THAT POOR RAVEN!
THE WHITE RAVEN,
THAT´S NOT A BLACK CAT.
SO, HE´S NOT BRINGING BAD LUCK AT ALL, RIGHT?
HIS NAME IS,
WELL, HAS HE GOT ANY NAME?
HE WEARS A JACKET, RIGHT? NO!
HE´S JUST AS WHITE AS CHRISTMAS SNOW!
RAVEN HAS JUST A FEW FRIENDS.
THE WIND, THE NIGHT,
THE WATER IN THE THAMES.
WHEN THE NIGHT COMES,
HE SINGS THE SONG.
AND HE´S HAPPY,
AND HE´S HAPPY,
DESPITE SMELLING
ALL THAT SMOG
AND GETTING LOST IN LONDON´S FOG.
SO WHERE HAS HE GONE THIS TIME?
TO THE SUBWAY? TO THE BAR?
OR HAS HE GONE TO THE WAR?
WITH BLACK RAVENS FROM THE TOWER?
HE´S GOT AGAINST THEM NO POWER!
HE´S WHITE, HE´S WHITE, HE IS THE RAVEN.
HE´S GONE, HE´S GONE. AND HE WILL NEVER COME BACK.
Alena Fialová, 4. B
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
LONELY ROOM, SORROWS COME,
EVENING FALLS SO HARD IN TIME.
WHAT´S THE ANSWER. I´VE NEVER KNOWN.
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
I´M LYING IN MY BED,
THOUGHT´S RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD.
BEHIND THE WINDOW NIGHT IS HERE
AND LIFE IN THE STREETS DISAPPEARED.
I CLOSE MY EYES AND TRY TO SLEEP…
… FLOWING IN THE SEA WITH A GOLDEN SHIP…,
BLACK BIRD IS SITTING ON THE POLE.
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
IT´S A NEW DAY AND IT´S NOT THE SAME
THE WORLD IS LIGHTER, NICE AGAIN.
SMILE ON MY FACE, MIND´S BRIGHT
I SEE A RAVEN AND HE IS WHITE!
SOMETIME LIFE SEEMS TO BE HARD
YOU CAN´T FEEL WARM IN YOUR HEART.
BUT YOUR FEELING CAN BE TURNED IN A WHILE
WHEN YOU REMEMBER SOMETHING, THAT ONCE MADE YOU SMILE.
Tereza Váchalová, 2. A
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
I´M SITTING IN A DARK CORNER ALONE
AND ASKING: „WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?“
I ALWAYS ASKED HIM HOW TO FLY,
NOW HE IS GONE, I HAVE TO CRY.
HIS SUPPORT IS NOW ONLY A DREAM
AND THERE IS NOBODY, WHO HEARS MY SCREAM.
YESTERDAY HE WAS THERE STANDING BY ME,
GOD ON SAKE, TELL ME PLEASE, WHERE HE COULD BE.
WAS HE JUST PHANTASM, AM I A MAD?
I HAVE TO THINK OVER PROBLEMS LIKE THAT.
WHAT WOULD HE ADVISE ME, IF HE WERE THERE?
I WON´G GET ANSWER, ONLY DESPAIR.
I´LL NEVER KNOW, WHAT HE HERE WAS FOR
WHAT A SHAME – HE WON´T APPEAR ANYMORE.
TERRIBLE FEELINGS IN EVERY MY BONE,
WHERE ON EARTH HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
I´M SITTING IN A DARK CORNER ALONE
AND ASKING: „WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?“
I ALWAYS ASKED HIM HOW TO FLY,
NOW HE IS GONE, I HAVE TO CRY.
HIS SUPPORT IS NOW ONLY A DREAM
AND THERE IS NOBODY, WHO HEARS MY SCREAM.
YESTERDAY HE WAS THERE STANDING BY ME,
GOD ON SAKE, TELL ME PLEASE, WHERE HE COULD BE.
WAS HE JUST PHANTASM, AM I A MAD?
I HAVE TO THINK OVER PROBLEMS LIKE THAT.
WHAT WOULD HE ADVISE ME, IF HE WERE THERE?
I WON´G GET ANSWER, ONLY DESPAIR.
I´LL NEVER KNOW, WHAT HE HERE WAS FOR
WHAT A SHAME – HE WON´T APPEAR ANYMORE.
TERRIBLE FEELINGS IN EVERY MY BONE,
WHERE ON EARTH HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
Hana Šimánová, septima A
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
THE RAVEN I HAVE PROUDLY WON?
IS IT SCARYING ALLAN IN HIS BED?
DOES IT MAKE HIM CONSEQUENTLY SAD?
SHALL BE KILLED? – ANY WAY…
ONCE UPON A TIME
I HAVE COMMITED A CRIME.
I LET A RAVEN FLY AWAY,
NOW I CAN´T FIND IT, THERE´S NO WAY.
SHALL I BUY ANOTHER ONE? – ANY WAY …
SO I HAVE BOUGHT A DIFFERENT PET,
IT´S A BUDGIE, BUT STONE DEAD.
STILL NO SIGN OF THE MENTIONED BIRD.
HOWEVER A STRANGE NOISE I HAVE HEARD,
COMING FROM OUTSIDE MY DOOR!
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I´LL NEVER SEE IT ANYMORE! -
- THERE IT WAS! – THE DEAD BUDGIE LYING ON THE FLOOR…
- AND I THOUGHT I HAVE BURIED IT. – ANY WAY …
WHY HAS THE WHITE RAVEN ESCAPED?
WHY?
I SHALL WEAR A BLACK DRESS WITH A CAPE
TO MARK MY SADNESS,
WHICH IS SLOWLY BECOMING A MADNESS
ANY WAY…
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
THE RAVEN I HAVE PROUDLY WON?
IS IT SCARYING ALLAN IN HIS BED?
DOES IT MAKE HIM CONSEQUENTLY SAD?
SHALL BE KILLED? – ANY WAY…
ONCE UPON A TIME
I HAVE COMMITED A CRIME.
I LET A RAVEN FLY AWAY,
NOW I CAN´T FIND IT, THERE´S NO WAY.
SHALL I BUY ANOTHER ONE? – ANY WAY …
SO I HAVE BOUGHT A DIFFERENT PET,
IT´S A BUDGIE, BUT STONE DEAD.
STILL NO SIGN OF THE MENTIONED BIRD.
HOWEVER A STRANGE NOISE I HAVE HEARD,
COMING FROM OUTSIDE MY DOOR!
JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I´LL NEVER SEE IT ANYMORE! -
- THERE IT WAS! – THE DEAD BUDGIE LYING ON THE FLOOR…
- AND I THOUGHT I HAVE BURIED IT. – ANY WAY …
WHY HAS THE WHITE RAVEN ESCAPED?
WHY?
I SHALL WEAR A BLACK DRESS WITH A CAPE
TO MARK MY SADNESS,
WHICH IS SLOWLY BECOMING A MADNESS
ANY WAY…
Veronika Mlejnská, oktáva A
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
DID ANYBODY SEE HIM?
I DON´T KNOW WHEN WE´VE BEGUN
NOT TO BELIEVE IN HIM.
HE´S LIKE A GHOST
- WE ARE ABLE TO FEEL HIM
BUT WHAT I HATE THE MOST
IS THAT IT WAS US WHO KILLED HIM.
WHAT A WONDERFUL BIRD IT WAS!
AND WE TOTALLY DESTROYED HIM
ACTING LIKE „WE ARE THE NATURE´S BOSS“
AND HOPING WE WOULDN´T BE PUNISHED FOR HIM.
WE DON´T FEEL SORROW,
WE DON´T LOOK AHEAD,
WE DON´T FEEL THE DISASTER
THAT´S COMIN´ ON OUR HEAD.
SOON THERE IS A DAY
WHEN NATURE TAKES REVENGE
AND KILLS EVERYONE – TAKES THEM AWAY
AS SHE HAS IT FOR CENTURIES ARRANGED.
DID ANYBODY SEE HIM?
I DON´T KNOW WHEN WE´VE BEGUN
NOT TO BELIEVE IN HIM.
HE´S LIKE A GHOST
- WE ARE ABLE TO FEEL HIM
BUT WHAT I HATE THE MOST
IS THAT IT WAS US WHO KILLED HIM.
WHAT A WONDERFUL BIRD IT WAS!
AND WE TOTALLY DESTROYED HIM
ACTING LIKE „WE ARE THE NATURE´S BOSS“
AND HOPING WE WOULDN´T BE PUNISHED FOR HIM.
WE DON´T FEEL SORROW,
WE DON´T LOOK AHEAD,
WE DON´T FEEL THE DISASTER
THAT´S COMIN´ ON OUR HEAD.
SOON THERE IS A DAY
WHEN NATURE TAKES REVENGE
AND KILLS EVERYONE – TAKES THEM AWAY
AS SHE HAS IT FOR CENTURIES ARRANGED.
Alena Kratochvílová, septima A
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
WHY DO PEOPLE FOR HIM LONG?
HE´S THE SPARKLE, HE´S THE HOPE,
IN A WORLD WITH BIG BLACK ROBE.
HOW COULD HE VANISH FAST,
AND WHAT SHOULD WE DO AT LAST?
THE WHITE RAVEN IS NOW LONG AWAY,
WITHOUT HIM ALONE, I WON´T SEE A RAY.
WITH NO LIGHT, LIKE BLIND, I TOTTER,
I´M A WEAK VICTIM FOR A ROBBER.
I WISH I´D SEE THE WHITE RAVEN AGAIN,
SO I MY STRENGTH AND HOPES SHALL REGAIN.
OH WHITE RAVEN, WHITE RAVEN, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE,
WHY HAVE YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE?
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
WHY DO PEOPLE FOR HIM LONG?
HE´S THE SPARKLE, HE´S THE HOPE,
IN A WORLD WITH BIG BLACK ROBE.
HOW COULD HE VANISH FAST,
AND WHAT SHOULD WE DO AT LAST?
THE WHITE RAVEN IS NOW LONG AWAY,
WITHOUT HIM ALONE, I WON´T SEE A RAY.
WITH NO LIGHT, LIKE BLIND, I TOTTER,
I´M A WEAK VICTIM FOR A ROBBER.
I WISH I´D SEE THE WHITE RAVEN AGAIN,
SO I MY STRENGTH AND HOPES SHALL REGAIN.
OH WHITE RAVEN, WHITE RAVEN, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE,
WHY HAVE YOU LEFT ME ALL ALONE?
Kristýna Vasilevová, septima A
WHERE HAS THE WHITE RAVEN GONE?
ONCE UPON A TIME
THERE WAS A SHRINE
OR WAS THERE?
ONLY OF WHITE MARBLE
LIKE A BIRDS HARBOUR
HE COULD GO ANYWHERE
LOOK LITTLE BIRD, YOU AIN´T LITTLE MORE
HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE DEATH´S STORE?
SHRINE IS A NEST
CHILDHOOD WAS THE BEST
TIME UP THERE
THE NEST IS GONE FOREVER
THE DEATH THRUST IN YOU HER DAGGER
YOU CAN JUST STARE.
STARE WHITE RAVEN, YOU CAN´T SEE THE NEST MORE
NOW YOU KNOW THE SHRINE IS THE DEATH´S STORE
THERE WAS A SHRINE
OR WAS THERE?
ONLY OF WHITE MARBLE
LIKE A BIRDS HARBOUR
HE COULD GO ANYWHERE
LOOK LITTLE BIRD, YOU AIN´T LITTLE MORE
HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE DEATH´S STORE?
SHRINE IS A NEST
CHILDHOOD WAS THE BEST
TIME UP THERE
THE NEST IS GONE FOREVER
THE DEATH THRUST IN YOU HER DAGGER
YOU CAN JUST STARE.
STARE WHITE RAVEN, YOU CAN´T SEE THE NEST MORE
NOW YOU KNOW THE SHRINE IS THE DEATH´S STORE
.
Terezie Páníková, oktáva A
