omaneoespresso
Ein Markenexperiment mit KI
Genussreise
Eine Weltreise durch die Rhythmen des Kaffees
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28 von 28 Musikrichtungen · Texte und Musik von einer künstlichen Intelligenz, geführt von einer Idee. Lies mit, hör zu, tippe eine Strophe an.
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Vorwort
Wie aus einem Wort
eine Marke wird
Noch vor wenigen Jahren war der Weg vom Produkt zur Marke ein Weg für die Großen.
Wer wollte, dass sein Erzeugnis auffällt, positive Gefühle weckt und sich erinnerbar in den Köpfen verankert, brauchte eine Werbeagentur: Strategen, die ein Konzept entwarfen, und ein Heer von Spezialisten, die es umsetzten — Texter und Fotografen, Filmleute, Komponisten, Tontechniker, Gestalter. Solche Kampagnen verschlangen nicht selten sechs- bis siebenstellige Summen und zogen sich über viele Monate.
Heute gelingt einem Einzelnen, was gestern ein ganzes Unternehmen verlangte. Mit künstlicher Intelligenz an seiner Seite setzt ein Unternehmer die Konzeption selbst auf und übernimmt viele der Spezialistenrollen in Personalunion — vom ersten Gedanken bis zum fertigen Werk.
Dieses Buch zeigt einen kleinen Ausschnitt aus genau diesem Bemühen: aus dem Kunstwort omaneo — so hat Dieter Eitz sein Unternehmen genannt, in dem sich alles um Espresso dreht — eine Marke für Espresso zu machen. Dafür werden alle Register gezogen: Sämtliche sozialen Plattformen werden bespielt, Barista-Wissen wird zusammengetragen und in Seminaren, Büchern, Filmen und Podcasts aufbereitet und frei zugänglich gemacht.
Eine dieser Formen ist ein Sender, der rund um die Uhr Kaffee-Impressionen zeigt, mit Musik unterlegt, und darin unzählige mediale Schnipsel zur Wissensvermittlung und zur Werbung einwebt. Er erzählt eine Geschichte — die des Kaffees, seines Anbaus und der vielen Arten, ihn rund um die Welt zuzubereiten. Er zeigt, wie die Mentalität der Menschen an jedem Ort den Kaffeegenuss an die Rhythmen ihrer Region bindet — und stellt diese Rhythmen vor.
Die Musik, die du hier hörst, und die Texte, die du hier liest, hat die künstliche Intelligenz geschrieben, komponiert und im Studio eingespielt — vollständig eigenständig, mit nichts als den Ideen des Unternehmers als Vorgabe.
Staune über das Ergebnis.
omaneo — eine Marke entsteht.
Inhalt · 28 Musikrichtungen
Die Reise
- 01A cappellaNew York City, USA
- 02AmbientLondon, England
- 03BluesMississippi-Delta, USA
- 04Bossa Nova
- 05CaribbeanPort of Spain, Trinidad und Tobago
- 06ChansonParis, Frankreich
- 07CountryAppalachen / Nashville, USA
- 08CroonerNew York City, USA
- 09DeutschpopHamburg, Deutschland
- 10DiscoNew York City, USA
- 11FolkBritische Inseln (England)
- 12FunkNew Orleans, USA
- 13ItalianNeapel, Italien
- 14LiedermacherBerlin, Deutschland
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Inhalt · Fortsetzung
Die Reise
- 15Neo-SoulPhiladelphia, USA
- 16PopLondon / Soho, Großbritannien
- 17RapSouth Bronx, New York City, USA
- 18ReggaeKingston, Jamaika
- 19R&BAfroamerikanische Großstädte der USA (New York u. a.)
- 20RockMemphis, Tennessee, USA
- 21SchlagerWien, Österreich (deutschsprachiger Raum)
- 22Singer-SongwriterGreenwich Village, New York City, USA
- 23Soft RockLos Angeles / Laurel Canyon, USA
- 24SoulDetroit, Michigan, USA
- 25SwingHarlem, New York City, USA
- 26TangoBuenos Aires, Río de la Plata, Argentinien
- 27TraditionalMitteleuropa / Alpenraum (deutschsprachiger Raum)
- 28WorldGlobal (als Reise gerahmt)
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New York City, USA · 1950er
Musikrichtung 01 von 28
A cappella
New York City, USA
An den Straßenecken New Yorks verdichteten afroamerikanische Gesangsgruppen in den 1950er Jahren Gospel und Rhythm and Blues zu reiner Stimmharmonie — dem Doo-Wop, ganz ohne Instrumente. Die Stadt war Welthauptstadt dieses Klangs, getragen vom Pulsschlag ihrer Diner und Nachbarschaften. Zu diesem warmen, mehrstimmigen Zusammenklang passt der Kaffee, wie ihn omaneo versteht: unaufdringlich, tragend, ganz aus dem Miteinander gedacht.
↓ die Lieder
A cappella · Lied 01
Coffee on My Breath
Der erste SchluckEin Herz im warmen Schaum
(oohs and aahs, layered harmonies)
Mmm... the morning hums your name
Mmm... the morning hums your name
Grey light on your shoulder, warm beneath the sheet,
I trace the sleepy hollow where your heartbeat meets the heat.
Steam is rising slowly, curling through the gold,
the first cup of the morning is the sweetest thing I hold.
I trace the sleepy hollow where your heartbeat meets the heat.
Steam is rising slowly, curling through the gold,
the first cup of the morning is the sweetest thing I hold.
(humming) One sip, and the whole day glows,
your lashes flutter open, oh the tender way it goes.
your lashes flutter open, oh the tender way it goes.
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o,
the first warm cup and the morning glow,
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold,
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
the first warm cup and the morning glow,
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold,
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
Bare feet on the cold floor, coffee on my breath,
I kiss you like a secret nobody's whispered yet.
Dark and bittersweet, a heaven on my tongue,
you stretch into the daylight and the morning has begun.
I kiss you like a secret nobody's whispered yet.
Dark and bittersweet, a heaven on my tongue,
you stretch into the daylight and the morning has begun.
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o,
the first warm cup and the morning glow,
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold,
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold.
the first warm cup and the morning glow,
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold,
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold.
(soft finger snaps)
Skin and steam and sugar, love before the noise,
just two hearts and one cup and the quiet of the joys.
(oohs) omaneo... omaneo...
Skin and steam and sugar, love before the noise,
just two hearts and one cup and the quiet of the joys.
(oohs) omaneo... omaneo...
Second pour is slower, we don't need to rise,
the whole warm world is waiting in the corners of your eyes.
the whole warm world is waiting in the corners of your eyes.
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o,
the first warm cup and the morning glow,
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold,
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold.
the first warm cup and the morning glow,
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold,
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold.
(fading harmonies) o-ma-né-o... the first, the first cup... mmm.
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A cappella · Lied 02
Your Lips Are Wine
Zwei in der DämmerungNähe, leise serviert
(low vocal bass hum) Ooh... the evening leans in close
Two glasses on the table, the dusk is turning red,
your fingers on the stem of it, the sweetest things unsaid.
Wine as dark as velvet, coffee cooling near,
the day dissolves to honey when the night is drawing near.
your fingers on the stem of it, the sweetest things unsaid.
Wine as dark as velvet, coffee cooling near,
the day dissolves to honey when the night is drawing near.
(humming) Clink, and the candle sighs,
I drink the slow reflection of the twilight in your eyes.
I drink the slow reflection of the twilight in your eyes.
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o,
two glasses in the amber afterglow,
your lips are wine, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest dusk these hands could hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
two glasses in the amber afterglow,
your lips are wine, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest dusk these hands could hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
Shadows on the ceiling, laughter soft and slow,
we taste the fading garden and the roses that we grow.
One more pour of midnight, one more velvet kiss,
there's nowhere else on earth I'd trade for anything like this.
we taste the fading garden and the roses that we grow.
One more pour of midnight, one more velvet kiss,
there's nowhere else on earth I'd trade for anything like this.
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o,
two glasses in the amber afterglow,
your lips are wine, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest dusk these hands could hold.
two glasses in the amber afterglow,
your lips are wine, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest dusk these hands could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs)
The city dims its windows, the crickets start to sing,
you lean into my shoulder and the dark is everything.
omaneo... omaneo...
The city dims its windows, the crickets start to sing,
you lean into my shoulder and the dark is everything.
omaneo... omaneo...
Empty are the glasses, full is every sigh,
the last light of the evening in the corner of your eye.
the last light of the evening in the corner of your eye.
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o,
two glasses in the amber afterglow,
your lips are wine, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest dusk these hands could hold.
two glasses in the amber afterglow,
your lips are wine, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest dusk these hands could hold.
(fading aahs) two glasses... in the dusk... o-ma-né-o...
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A cappella · Lied 03
Our Knuckles Say It All
Hände über dem TischEine Hand, die bleibt
(finger snaps, close harmonies) Doo-doo-doo... reach for me
Coffee going lukewarm, neither of us cares,
your hand slides across the linen and it finds me unawares.
Fingertips like whispers, palms that softly meet,
the whole loud world goes quiet in the space between our seats.
your hand slides across the linen and it finds me unawares.
Fingertips like whispers, palms that softly meet,
the whole loud world goes quiet in the space between our seats.
(humming) Touch, and the candle flame stands still,
I feel your pulse against my thumb, I always always will.
I feel your pulse against my thumb, I always always will.
Hold me close, o-ma-né-o,
our hands across the table, don't let go,
your warmth in mine, our fingers fold,
omaneo, the sweetest hand that I could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
our hands across the table, don't let go,
your warmth in mine, our fingers fold,
omaneo, the sweetest hand that I could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
The waiter clears the dishes, the coffee's growing cold,
but every quiet second is a thread of spinning gold.
You laugh into your shoulder, I trace your open palm,
the noisy restaurant fades into a warm and private calm.
but every quiet second is a thread of spinning gold.
You laugh into your shoulder, I trace your open palm,
the noisy restaurant fades into a warm and private calm.
Hold me close, o-ma-né-o,
our hands across the table, don't let go,
your warmth in mine, our fingers fold,
omaneo, the sweetest hand that I could hold.
our hands across the table, don't let go,
your warmth in mine, our fingers fold,
omaneo, the sweetest hand that I could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
No words are worth the saying, our knuckles say it all,
two hearts across the cutlery, one warm and gentle fall.
omaneo... omaneo...
No words are worth the saying, our knuckles say it all,
two hearts across the cutlery, one warm and gentle fall.
omaneo... omaneo...
The candle burns to nothing, still we do not move,
our hands are having conversations only lovers ever prove.
our hands are having conversations only lovers ever prove.
Hold me close, o-ma-né-o,
our hands across the table, don't let go,
your warmth in mine, our fingers fold,
omaneo, the sweetest hand that I could hold.
our hands across the table, don't let go,
your warmth in mine, our fingers fold,
omaneo, the sweetest hand that I could hold.
(fading harmonies) across the table... o-ma-né-o... hold on...
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A cappella · Lied 04
Cocoa on Your Skin
Dunkler SchokokussSamtige Crema, tiefe Wärme
(deep vocal bass) Mmm-bomp... bittersweet and slow
Seventy percent of midnight melting on my tongue,
your kiss is darker chocolate than the songs I've ever sung.
Bitter at the edges, sweeter at the core,
one taste and I am ruined and I only want it more.
your kiss is darker chocolate than the songs I've ever sung.
Bitter at the edges, sweeter at the core,
one taste and I am ruined and I only want it more.
(humming) Slow, let it dissolve on me,
the cocoa and the coffee and the honey that you be.
the cocoa and the coffee and the honey that you be.
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o,
a dark chocolate secret that only we would know,
bittersweet upon my lips, pure gold,
omaneo, the richest taste these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
a dark chocolate secret that only we would know,
bittersweet upon my lips, pure gold,
omaneo, the richest taste these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
A square upon the saucer beside the coffee steam,
we share it like a promise, we split it like a dream.
Your mouth against my mouth is cocoa, dark and deep,
the kind of decadence a hungry heart would want to keep.
we share it like a promise, we split it like a dream.
Your mouth against my mouth is cocoa, dark and deep,
the kind of decadence a hungry heart would want to keep.
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o,
a dark chocolate secret that only we would know,
bittersweet upon my lips, pure gold,
omaneo, the richest taste these arms could hold.
a dark chocolate secret that only we would know,
bittersweet upon my lips, pure gold,
omaneo, the richest taste these arms could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs)
Espresso on your breath and cocoa on your skin,
I taste the whole warm world of you and let the night begin.
omaneo... omaneo...
Espresso on your breath and cocoa on your skin,
I taste the whole warm world of you and let the night begin.
omaneo... omaneo...
The last square on the saucer, we leave it there to melt,
no sweetness ever measured up to everything I felt.
no sweetness ever measured up to everything I felt.
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o,
a dark chocolate secret that only we would know,
bittersweet upon my lips, pure gold,
omaneo, the richest taste these arms could hold.
a dark chocolate secret that only we would know,
bittersweet upon my lips, pure gold,
omaneo, the richest taste these arms could hold.
(fading aahs) dark chocolate... o-ma-né-o... one more kiss...
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A cappella · Lied 05
Closer Than the Rain
Regen am FensterDraußen nass, drinnen warmes Licht
(finger snaps like rain, humming) Pit-pat... stay with me
Rain against the window, silver on the glass,
we pulled the blanket over us and let the whole storm pass.
Coffee on the nightstand, steam against the cold,
your skin is warm as summer while the sky is turning old.
we pulled the blanket over us and let the whole storm pass.
Coffee on the nightstand, steam against the cold,
your skin is warm as summer while the sky is turning old.
(humming) Close, come closer than the rain,
let every drop that falls outside forget we ever came.
let every drop that falls outside forget we ever came.
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o,
the rain can fall forever, soft and slow,
your warmth, my skin, the world grown cold,
omaneo, the only shelter these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
the rain can fall forever, soft and slow,
your warmth, my skin, the world grown cold,
omaneo, the only shelter these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
Thunder in the distance, but here it's warm and dim,
I drink you like a coffee and I drink you to the brim.
We count the drops like heartbeats sliding down the pane,
no place I'd rather drown than in the shelter of the rain.
I drink you like a coffee and I drink you to the brim.
We count the drops like heartbeats sliding down the pane,
no place I'd rather drown than in the shelter of the rain.
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o,
the rain can fall forever, soft and slow,
your warmth, my skin, the world grown cold,
omaneo, the only shelter these arms could hold.
the rain can fall forever, soft and slow,
your warmth, my skin, the world grown cold,
omaneo, the only shelter these arms could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
The grey day keeps on falling, we don't need the sun,
with you the storm is music and the two of us are one.
omaneo... omaneo...
The grey day keeps on falling, we don't need the sun,
with you the storm is music and the two of us are one.
omaneo... omaneo...
The rain begins to soften, the light begins to turn,
but here inside your arms there's still a slow warm fire to burn.
but here inside your arms there's still a slow warm fire to burn.
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o,
the rain can fall forever, soft and slow,
your warmth, my skin, the world grown cold,
omaneo, the only shelter these arms could hold.
the rain can fall forever, soft and slow,
your warmth, my skin, the world grown cold,
omaneo, the only shelter these arms could hold.
(fading rain snaps) rain on the window... o-ma-né-o... stay...
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A cappella · Lied 06
Your Heartbeat Keeps the Time
Langsamer TanzHäusliche Wärme am Abend
(swaying oohs, vocal bass) Doo-wah... sway with me now
Coffee pot is humming, the radio is off,
so I hum against your temple and your laughter goes soft.
Socks upon the tiling, moonlight on the sink,
we dance without a reason and we don't stop to think.
so I hum against your temple and your laughter goes soft.
Socks upon the tiling, moonlight on the sink,
we dance without a reason and we don't stop to think.
(humming) One, two, sway into my chest,
the kettle sighs behind us and I hold you to my breast.
the kettle sighs behind us and I hold you to my breast.
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o,
a slow turn in the kitchen, soft and low,
your cheek on mine, our bodies gold,
omaneo, the warmest waltz these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
a slow turn in the kitchen, soft and low,
your cheek on mine, our bodies gold,
omaneo, the warmest waltz these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
Spoon still in the sugar, steam still in the air,
I spin you very slowly with the moonlight in your hair.
No band, no need for music, your heartbeat keeps the time,
the kitchen is a ballroom and the melody is mine.
I spin you very slowly with the moonlight in your hair.
No band, no need for music, your heartbeat keeps the time,
the kitchen is a ballroom and the melody is mine.
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o,
a slow turn in the kitchen, soft and low,
your cheek on mine, our bodies gold,
omaneo, the warmest waltz these arms could hold.
a slow turn in the kitchen, soft and low,
your cheek on mine, our bodies gold,
omaneo, the warmest waltz these arms could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
The clock forgets to hurry, the night forgets to end,
I'd trade a hundred ballrooms for this linoleum, my friend.
omaneo... omaneo...
The clock forgets to hurry, the night forgets to end,
I'd trade a hundred ballrooms for this linoleum, my friend.
omaneo... omaneo...
The coffee's gone cold and gone, we never took a sip,
we're drunk on nothing sweeter than a slow and swaying hip.
we're drunk on nothing sweeter than a slow and swaying hip.
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o,
a slow turn in the kitchen, soft and low,
your cheek on mine, our bodies gold,
omaneo, the warmest waltz these arms could hold.
a slow turn in the kitchen, soft and low,
your cheek on mine, our bodies gold,
omaneo, the warmest waltz these arms could hold.
(fading sway) in the kitchen... o-ma-né-o... one more turn...
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A cappella · Lied 07
Your Name in the Pour
Für dich gemachtMilch, die zärtlich fließt
(warm oohs) Mmm... just the way you like
I know it in my fingers, I know it in my sleep,
the grind, the pour, the little sigh, the promises I keep.
A whisper of the sugar, a cloud of morning cream,
I make your cup of coffee like I'm serving you a dream.
the grind, the pour, the little sigh, the promises I keep.
A whisper of the sugar, a cloud of morning cream,
I make your cup of coffee like I'm serving you a dream.
(humming) Warm, I carry it to you,
the steam a little halo and the morning shining through.
the steam a little halo and the morning shining through.
Here's your cup, o-ma-né-o,
I made it with the love that you should know,
your name is in the pour of gold,
omaneo, the sweetest ritual these hands could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
I made it with the love that you should know,
your name is in the pour of gold,
omaneo, the sweetest ritual these hands could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
You're still beneath the covers, hair across the sheet,
I set it on the table where our little morning meets.
Not the grandest gesture, just a quiet kind of grace,
the love I cannot say out loud is steaming in its place.
I set it on the table where our little morning meets.
Not the grandest gesture, just a quiet kind of grace,
the love I cannot say out loud is steaming in its place.
Here's your cup, o-ma-né-o,
I made it with the love that you should know,
your name is in the pour of gold,
omaneo, the sweetest ritual these hands could hold.
I made it with the love that you should know,
your name is in the pour of gold,
omaneo, the sweetest ritual these hands could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
A thousand mornings measured in the coffee that I pour,
and every single cup of it just makes me love you more.
omaneo... omaneo...
A thousand mornings measured in the coffee that I pour,
and every single cup of it just makes me love you more.
omaneo... omaneo...
You taste it, and you smile at me, you know just what it means,
the whole of my devotion in the simplest of routines.
the whole of my devotion in the simplest of routines.
Here's your cup, o-ma-né-o,
I made it with the love that you should know,
your name is in the pour of gold,
omaneo, the sweetest ritual these hands could hold.
I made it with the love that you should know,
your name is in the pour of gold,
omaneo, the sweetest ritual these hands could hold.
(fading harmonies) I make your coffee... o-ma-né-o... every day...
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A cappella · Lied 08
The Nose Remembers Deeper
Duft der ErinnerungEin Aroma weckt vergessene Tage
(distant oohs, humming) Aah... it finds me again
A breath of roasting coffee on a stranger's morning air,
and suddenly it's years ago and you are standing there.
The scent unlocks the memory the way a key would turn,
and every warm forgotten thing comes flooding back to burn.
and suddenly it's years ago and you are standing there.
The scent unlocks the memory the way a key would turn,
and every warm forgotten thing comes flooding back to burn.
(humming) One breath, and the years fall away,
I'm holding you in kitchens that dissolved into the grey.
I'm holding you in kitchens that dissolved into the grey.
Come back to me, o-ma-né-o,
the scent that brings the tender long-ago,
your warmth, your voice, that morning gold,
omaneo, the memory these arms still hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
the scent that brings the tender long-ago,
your warmth, your voice, that morning gold,
omaneo, the memory these arms still hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
Cinnamon and cardamom, the coffee and the rain,
a perfume of a season that I'll never breathe again.
Yet here it comes to greet me on an ordinary street,
and for a breath you're real again and everything is sweet.
a perfume of a season that I'll never breathe again.
Yet here it comes to greet me on an ordinary street,
and for a breath you're real again and everything is sweet.
Come back to me, o-ma-né-o,
the scent that brings the tender long-ago,
your warmth, your voice, that morning gold,
omaneo, the memory these arms still hold.
the scent that brings the tender long-ago,
your warmth, your voice, that morning gold,
omaneo, the memory these arms still hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
The nose remembers deeper than the heart could ever say,
one whiff of you and all the years come rushing back to stay.
omaneo... omaneo...
The nose remembers deeper than the heart could ever say,
one whiff of you and all the years come rushing back to stay.
omaneo... omaneo...
The scent begins to scatter on the morning's moving air,
but for a golden moment, love, you're everywhere, you're there.
but for a golden moment, love, you're everywhere, you're there.
Come back to me, o-ma-né-o,
the scent that brings the tender long-ago,
your warmth, your voice, that morning gold,
omaneo, the memory these arms still hold.
the scent that brings the tender long-ago,
your warmth, your voice, that morning gold,
omaneo, the memory these arms still hold.
(fading aahs) the scent... that brings you back... o-ma-né-o...
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A cappella · Lied 09
Kiss the Wooden Spoon
Zu zweitWärme, in vier Händen gehalten
(playful oohs, vocal bass) Doo-doo-wah... stir it slow
Garlic on your fingers, basil on the board,
you steal a taste and feed me and my heart is overpoured.
The kettle for the coffee, the simmer of the sauce,
the kitchen full of steam and us and nothing that we'd lose.
you steal a taste and feed me and my heart is overpoured.
The kettle for the coffee, the simmer of the sauce,
the kitchen full of steam and us and nothing that we'd lose.
(humming) Taste, and tell me if it's right,
you kiss the wooden spoon to me beneath the kitchen light.
you kiss the wooden spoon to me beneath the kitchen light.
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o,
a pot for two and cheeks all in a glow,
your hands in mine, the evening gold,
omaneo, the warmest table these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
a pot for two and cheeks all in a glow,
your hands in mine, the evening gold,
omaneo, the warmest table these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
A splash of wine for cooking, a sip of wine for us,
you dance around the burner and you never make a fuss.
We bump into each other in the narrow little space,
and every little collision is another soft embrace.
you dance around the burner and you never make a fuss.
We bump into each other in the narrow little space,
and every little collision is another soft embrace.
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o,
a pot for two and cheeks all in a glow,
your hands in mine, the evening gold,
omaneo, the warmest table these arms could hold.
a pot for two and cheeks all in a glow,
your hands in mine, the evening gold,
omaneo, the warmest table these arms could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
We made a little chaos and we made a little feast,
the love is in the making more than anything we eat.
omaneo... omaneo...
We made a little chaos and we made a little feast,
the love is in the making more than anything we eat.
omaneo... omaneo...
Two plates upon the table, the coffee brewing near,
no restaurant on earth could hold the warmth we're keeping here.
no restaurant on earth could hold the warmth we're keeping here.
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o,
a pot for two and cheeks all in a glow,
your hands in mine, the evening gold,
omaneo, the warmest table these arms could hold.
a pot for two and cheeks all in a glow,
your hands in mine, the evening gold,
omaneo, the warmest table these arms could hold.
(fading harmonies) cooking for two... o-ma-né-o... just us...
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A cappella · Lied 10
Salt of Summer
Sommer auf den LippenKühle Süße, warmes Licht
(sunny oohs) Aah... warm as July
Iced coffee melting slowly, sunlight on the deck,
I taste the salt of summer on the curve of your bare neck.
Strawberries and shadows, a breeze that will not last,
your lips are all the seasons and they taste of golden past.
I taste the salt of summer on the curve of your bare neck.
Strawberries and shadows, a breeze that will not last,
your lips are all the seasons and they taste of golden past.
(humming) Warm, the whole of August glows,
I drink you like a lemonade wherever the wind blows.
I drink you like a lemonade wherever the wind blows.
Kiss me warm, o-ma-né-o,
there's summer on your lips and it won't go,
your skin is sun, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest season these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
there's summer on your lips and it won't go,
your skin is sun, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest season these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo-wah, omaneo)
The cicadas are singing, the ice is turning thin,
I press a cold glass to your cheek and let the summer in.
We taste the ripe of everything, the peach and the cold brew,
and all the heat of all the world is folded into you.
I press a cold glass to your cheek and let the summer in.
We taste the ripe of everything, the peach and the cold brew,
and all the heat of all the world is folded into you.
Kiss me warm, o-ma-né-o,
there's summer on your lips and it won't go,
your skin is sun, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest season these arms could hold.
there's summer on your lips and it won't go,
your skin is sun, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest season these arms could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
The evening turns to amber, the swallows start to dive,
and kissing you in August is the most that I'm alive.
omaneo... omaneo...
The evening turns to amber, the swallows start to dive,
and kissing you in August is the most that I'm alive.
omaneo... omaneo...
The last light on the water, the last sip going down,
the summer's on your lips and I would never leave this town.
the summer's on your lips and I would never leave this town.
Kiss me warm, o-ma-né-o,
there's summer on your lips and it won't go,
your skin is sun, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest season these arms could hold.
there's summer on your lips and it won't go,
your skin is sun, your heart is gold,
omaneo, the warmest season these arms could hold.
(fading aahs) summer on your lips... o-ma-né-o... stay warm...
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A cappella · Lied 11
Marrow to the Skin
Ganz für dichFließende Hingabe, Tropfen um Tropfen
(devoted oohs, deep bass) Mmm... take it all
Every quiet morning, every coffee that I pour,
every slow surrender at the closing of the door,
I give it all to you, my love, I hold back not a part,
the last drop of the cup and the last beat of my heart.
every slow surrender at the closing of the door,
I give it all to you, my love, I hold back not a part,
the last drop of the cup and the last beat of my heart.
(humming) Yours, from the marrow to the skin,
there is no locked-up corner that I haven't let you in.
there is no locked-up corner that I haven't let you in.
I am yours, o-ma-né-o,
all of me from the summer to the snow,
my hands, my breath, my heart of gold,
omaneo, the whole of me for you to hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
all of me from the summer to the snow,
my hands, my breath, my heart of gold,
omaneo, the whole of me for you to hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
Take the trembling and the tender, take the loud and take the low,
take the coffee-scented mornings and the secrets that I know.
There's nothing I would keep from you, no shadow and no fear,
I pour myself completely and I want you always near.
take the coffee-scented mornings and the secrets that I know.
There's nothing I would keep from you, no shadow and no fear,
I pour myself completely and I want you always near.
I am yours, o-ma-né-o,
all of me from the summer to the snow,
my hands, my breath, my heart of gold,
omaneo, the whole of me for you to hold.
all of me from the summer to the snow,
my hands, my breath, my heart of gold,
omaneo, the whole of me for you to hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
Not half and not a fraction, not a careful little share,
but every single ounce of me delivered to your care.
omaneo... omaneo...
Not half and not a fraction, not a careful little share,
but every single ounce of me delivered to your care.
omaneo... omaneo...
So drink me like a morning cup and never set me down,
for all of me is all of yours, the giving and the crown.
for all of me is all of yours, the giving and the crown.
I am yours, o-ma-né-o,
all of me from the summer to the snow,
my hands, my breath, my heart of gold,
omaneo, the whole of me for you to hold.
all of me from the summer to the snow,
my hands, my breath, my heart of gold,
omaneo, the whole of me for you to hold.
(fading harmonies) all of me... is yours... o-ma-né-o...
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A cappella · Lied 12
Blankets Are a Country
Fauler MorgenMorgenlicht, kein Grund zu gehen
(lazy oohs) Mmm... don't get up yet
Crumbs across the pillow, coffee balanced on my knee,
a croissant and a kiss for you, a lazy jubilee.
Sunday's got no schedule, the clock has lost its nerve,
we feed each other buttery and everything we deserve.
a croissant and a kiss for you, a lazy jubilee.
Sunday's got no schedule, the clock has lost its nerve,
we feed each other buttery and everything we deserve.
(humming) Stay, the world can wait outside,
the blankets are a country and there's nowhere I would hide.
the blankets are a country and there's nowhere I would hide.
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o,
with breakfast and the morning soft and slow,
your crumbs, your kiss, your hair of gold,
omaneo, the laziest morning these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
with breakfast and the morning soft and slow,
your crumbs, your kiss, your hair of gold,
omaneo, the laziest morning these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
Jam upon your fingers, a coffee going flat,
I lick the sweetness off of you and we don't mind all that.
The newspaper's unopened, the phone is face-way down,
we're the only two inhabitants of this warm rumpled town.
I lick the sweetness off of you and we don't mind all that.
The newspaper's unopened, the phone is face-way down,
we're the only two inhabitants of this warm rumpled town.
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o,
with breakfast and the morning soft and slow,
your crumbs, your kiss, your hair of gold,
omaneo, the laziest morning these arms could hold.
with breakfast and the morning soft and slow,
your crumbs, your kiss, your hair of gold,
omaneo, the laziest morning these arms could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
We'll make the sheets a mess of it, we'll never leave this nest,
of all the mornings ever made this lazy one's the best.
omaneo... omaneo...
We'll make the sheets a mess of it, we'll never leave this nest,
of all the mornings ever made this lazy one's the best.
omaneo... omaneo...
The coffee's cold, the toast is gone, the sunlight's climbing high,
but we're not going anywhere, just let the morning lie.
but we're not going anywhere, just let the morning lie.
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o,
with breakfast and the morning soft and slow,
your crumbs, your kiss, your hair of gold,
omaneo, the laziest morning these arms could hold.
with breakfast and the morning soft and slow,
your crumbs, your kiss, your hair of gold,
omaneo, the laziest morning these arms could hold.
(fading harmonies) breakfast in bed... o-ma-né-o... stay...
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A cappella · Lied 13
Hands Like Little Birds
WinterhändeWärme zwischen kalten Fingern
(warm oohs, low hum) Mmm... come in from the cold
Frost upon the window, snow upon the sill,
your fingers came in frozen and the night is deathly still.
I fold them round a coffee cup, I breathe them warm again,
the winter's at the doorway but it isn't coming in.
your fingers came in frozen and the night is deathly still.
I fold them round a coffee cup, I breathe them warm again,
the winter's at the doorway but it isn't coming in.
(humming) Warm, let the cold of you dissolve,
I hold your hands like little birds and watch the chill absolve.
I hold your hands like little birds and watch the chill absolve.
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o,
around the cup, around the ember's glow,
your cold in mine, our hearts of gold,
omaneo, the warmest winter these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
around the cup, around the ember's glow,
your cold in mine, our hearts of gold,
omaneo, the warmest winter these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
The radiator's ticking, the blanket's on the floor,
we've pulled it round the both of us and locked the frozen door.
The steam against your knuckles, my lips against your wrist,
there's not a single winter night I ever want to miss.
we've pulled it round the both of us and locked the frozen door.
The steam against your knuckles, my lips against your wrist,
there's not a single winter night I ever want to miss.
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o,
around the cup, around the ember's glow,
your cold in mine, our hearts of gold,
omaneo, the warmest winter these arms could hold.
around the cup, around the ember's glow,
your cold in mine, our hearts of gold,
omaneo, the warmest winter these arms could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
Let the blizzard howl its heart out, let it bury up the lane,
we've got the cup between our hands and love against the pane.
omaneo... omaneo...
Let the blizzard howl its heart out, let it bury up the lane,
we've got the cup between our hands and love against the pane.
omaneo... omaneo...
Your fingers have gone warm at last, the coffee's growing low,
and we're the only fire the winter never got to know.
and we're the only fire the winter never got to know.
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o,
around the cup, around the ember's glow,
your cold in mine, our hearts of gold,
omaneo, the warmest winter these arms could hold.
around the cup, around the ember's glow,
your cold in mine, our hearts of gold,
omaneo, the warmest winter these arms could hold.
(fading harmonies) winter hands... o-ma-né-o... stay warm...
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A cappella · Lied 14
Hum You Into Dreaming
Letzter SchluckStille vor dem Einschlafen
(hushed oohs) Mmm... the day lets go
One warm cup between us at the ending of the light,
the last sip of the evening as we fold into the night.
Your breathing's going softer, your head against my chest,
the whole loud world has quieted and given us its rest.
the last sip of the evening as we fold into the night.
Your breathing's going softer, your head against my chest,
the whole loud world has quieted and given us its rest.
(humming) Slow, the last of the warmth goes down,
the candle and the coffee and the settling of the town.
the candle and the coffee and the settling of the town.
Drink it slow, o-ma-né-o,
the last sip and the dimming afterglow,
your sleepy warmth, your heart of gold,
omaneo, the quietest evening these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
the last sip and the dimming afterglow,
your sleepy warmth, your heart of gold,
omaneo, the quietest evening these arms could hold.
(vocal bass: doo, doo, omaneo)
The cup goes empty slowly, the night goes velvet-deep,
I feel you drifting gentle to the soft edge of your sleep.
No more to do, no more to say, just warmth and slowing breath,
the tender kind of nothing that is everything that's left.
I feel you drifting gentle to the soft edge of your sleep.
No more to do, no more to say, just warmth and slowing breath,
the tender kind of nothing that is everything that's left.
Drink it slow, o-ma-né-o,
the last sip and the dimming afterglow,
your sleepy warmth, your heart of gold,
omaneo, the quietest evening these arms could hold.
the last sip and the dimming afterglow,
your sleepy warmth, your heart of gold,
omaneo, the quietest evening these arms could hold.
(soft finger snaps, oohs and aahs)
The stars are in the window, the cup is set aside,
I'll hum you into dreaming with you sleeping at my side.
omaneo... omaneo...
The stars are in the window, the cup is set aside,
I'll hum you into dreaming with you sleeping at my side.
omaneo... omaneo...
The last sip's long forgotten, your breath is soft and low,
I hold you through the quiet till the morning starts to glow.
I hold you through the quiet till the morning starts to glow.
Drink it slow, o-ma-né-o,
the last sip and the dimming afterglow,
your sleepy warmth, your heart of gold,
omaneo, the quietest evening these arms could hold.
the last sip and the dimming afterglow,
your sleepy warmth, your heart of gold,
omaneo, the quietest evening these arms could hold.
(fading lullaby aahs) last sip... o-ma-né-o... goodnight...
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London, England · 1970er
Musikrichtung 02 von 28
Ambient
London, England
Der Ambient entstand Ende der 1970er Jahre in England, wo Brian Eno Musik als hörbaren Raum begriff — ein Klang, der eher Atmosphäre schafft, als sich mit Melodie vorzudrängen. London, seit dem 17. Jahrhundert Heimat der Kaffeehäuser als Orte des ruhigen Denkens, gibt dieser Haltung ihren Ort. Für omaneo ist es die Musik der langsamen Tasse: entschleunigt, konzentriert, Raum zum Verweilen.
↓ die Lieder
Ambient · Lied 01
Still in the Dream
Erstes LichtDer erste Schluck weckt den Morgen
Mmm... good morning...
the light... so slow...
the light... so slow...
Steam on the window,
your hand in the warm,
the first sip of morning,
you, still half in a dream...
your hand in the warm,
the first sip of morning,
you, still half in a dream...
O-ma-né-o... warm as the light...
o-ma-né-o... gold in the air...
softly, softly falling,
omaneo... you are there...
o-ma-né-o... gold in the air...
softly, softly falling,
omaneo... you are there...
The mug between us,
the quiet, the skin,
the whole day waiting,
nothing to begin...
the quiet, the skin,
the whole day waiting,
nothing to begin...
O-ma-né-o... warm as the light...
o-ma-né-o... gold in the air...
softly, softly falling,
omaneo... you are there...
o-ma-né-o... gold in the air...
softly, softly falling,
omaneo... you are there...
no hurry in the morning,
no sound but the steam,
let the daylight find us
still inside the dream...
no sound but the steam,
let the daylight find us
still inside the dream...
O-ma-né-o... warm as the light...
o-ma-né-o... gold in the air...
softly, softly falling,
omaneo... you are there...
o-ma-né-o... gold in the air...
softly, softly falling,
omaneo... you are there...
stay... the day can wait...
stay a little longer, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... you are there...
stay a little longer, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... you are there...
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Ambient · Lied 02
The Hours Drifting By
DämmerungWenn das Licht sich zärtlich neigt
the light... going low...
come closer...
come closer...
Two glasses, evening,
the red like the sky,
no words between us,
just the hours drifting by...
the red like the sky,
no words between us,
just the hours drifting by...
O-ma-né-o... sweet as the dusk...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my lips...
slow and never ending,
omaneo... fingertips...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my lips...
slow and never ending,
omaneo... fingertips...
the coffee for morning,
the wine for the now,
you, the only reason
I slow down somehow...
the wine for the now,
you, the only reason
I slow down somehow...
O-ma-né-o... sweet as the dusk...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my lips...
slow and never ending,
omaneo... fingertips...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my lips...
slow and never ending,
omaneo... fingertips...
let the evening pour us
like the last of the light,
nothing left to say now,
just the wine and the night...
like the last of the light,
nothing left to say now,
just the wine and the night...
O-ma-né-o... sweet as the dusk...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my lips...
slow and never ending,
omaneo... fingertips...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my lips...
slow and never ending,
omaneo... fingertips...
one more glass... one more hour...
stay in the dusk with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... fingertips...
stay in the dusk with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... fingertips...
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Ambient · Lied 03
A Summer in a Breath
Der DuftEin Aroma, das uns verführt
that smell... takes me back...
coffee and rainfall,
a door in the grey,
and suddenly that year
never went away...
a door in the grey,
and suddenly that year
never went away...
O-ma-né-o... rising like steam...
o-ma-né-o... soft and slow...
memory in the morning,
omaneo... long ago...
o-ma-né-o... soft and slow...
memory in the morning,
omaneo... long ago...
the cup, just a cup,
until it holds you,
then the quiet hours
taste of something true...
until it holds you,
then the quiet hours
taste of something true...
O-ma-né-o... rising like steam...
o-ma-né-o... soft and slow...
memory in the morning,
omaneo... long ago...
o-ma-né-o... soft and slow...
memory in the morning,
omaneo... long ago...
a scent can hold a whole year,
a summer in a breath,
the warmth of what we were then,
the things we never said...
a summer in a breath,
the warmth of what we were then,
the things we never said...
O-ma-né-o... rising like steam...
o-ma-né-o... soft and slow...
memory in the morning,
omaneo... long ago...
o-ma-né-o... soft and slow...
memory in the morning,
omaneo... long ago...
come back... just for a breath...
stay in the warm with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... long ago...
stay in the warm with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... long ago...
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Ambient · Lied 04
Softer Than Silence
Über den TischZwei Tassen, ein stummer Blick
reach for me... closer...
the room almost empty,
last light on the floor,
two cups gone cold,
but nobody wants the door...
last light on the floor,
two cups gone cold,
but nobody wants the door...
O-ma-né-o... softer than silence...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my skin...
gentle, gentle guidance,
omaneo... let me in...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my skin...
gentle, gentle guidance,
omaneo... let me in...
your hand toward my hand,
across the quiet stain,
everything so still,
like the hush before rain...
across the quiet stain,
everything so still,
like the hush before rain...
O-ma-né-o... softer than silence...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my skin...
gentle, gentle guidance,
omaneo... let me in...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my skin...
gentle, gentle guidance,
omaneo... let me in...
don't say a single word now,
just let your fingers stay,
some things are too soft for talking,
let the touch just have its way...
just let your fingers stay,
some things are too soft for talking,
let the touch just have its way...
O-ma-né-o... softer than silence...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my skin...
gentle, gentle guidance,
omaneo... let me in...
o-ma-né-o... warm on my skin...
gentle, gentle guidance,
omaneo... let me in...
stay... don't move your hand...
stay a little longer, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... let me in...
stay a little longer, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... let me in...
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Ambient · Lied 05
Let the Midnight Stay
Dunkle SchokoladeSamtig, tief und voller Nacht
come here... let me taste the night...
bitter, then the sweet,
warm beneath the skin,
dark cocoa, espresso,
the promise deep within...
warm beneath the skin,
dark cocoa, espresso,
the promise deep within...
O-ma-né-o... dark and slow...
o-ma-né-o... on my tongue...
burning, gently burning,
omaneo... forever young...
o-ma-né-o... on my tongue...
burning, gently burning,
omaneo... forever young...
the candle almost gone,
the record turning low,
every kiss deeper,
don't let go...
the record turning low,
every kiss deeper,
don't let go...
O-ma-né-o... dark and slow...
o-ma-né-o... on my tongue...
burning, gently burning,
omaneo... forever young...
o-ma-né-o... on my tongue...
burning, gently burning,
omaneo... forever young...
slow it down, my darling,
let it melt away,
no rush in this darkness,
let the midnight stay...
let it melt away,
no rush in this darkness,
let the midnight stay...
O-ma-né-o... dark and slow...
o-ma-né-o... on my tongue...
burning, gently burning,
omaneo... forever young...
o-ma-né-o... on my tongue...
burning, gently burning,
omaneo... forever young...
one more... slow... one more...
stay in the dark with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... forever young...
stay in the dark with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... forever young...
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Ambient · Lied 06
Salt and Wine
Nahe KücheZusammen, wo der Dampf aufsteigt
hand me the wine... closer...
garlic and a melody,
low and sweet and warm,
you steal a sip of red,
dancing in my arms...
low and sweet and warm,
you steal a sip of red,
dancing in my arms...
O-ma-né-o... simmer of the evening...
o-ma-né-o... salt and wine...
soft and worth the keeping,
omaneo... you are mine...
o-ma-né-o... salt and wine...
soft and worth the keeping,
omaneo... you are mine...
the coffee for the after,
the pot begins to brew,
but right now it's the nearness,
bumping into you...
the pot begins to brew,
but right now it's the nearness,
bumping into you...
O-ma-né-o... simmer of the evening...
o-ma-né-o... salt and wine...
soft and worth the keeping,
omaneo... you are mine...
o-ma-né-o... salt and wine...
soft and worth the keeping,
omaneo... you are mine...
we burn a little something,
we laugh and start anew,
this is all I dreamed of,
a quiet kitchen, you...
we laugh and start anew,
this is all I dreamed of,
a quiet kitchen, you...
O-ma-né-o... simmer of the evening...
o-ma-né-o... salt and wine...
soft and worth the keeping,
omaneo... you are mine...
o-ma-né-o... salt and wine...
soft and worth the keeping,
omaneo... you are mine...
one more taste... one more turn...
stay in the warm with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... you are mine...
stay in the warm with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... you are mine...
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Ambient · Lied 07
Steam on the Glass
Regen und HautDraußen Regen, drinnen unsere Wärme
listen... it's raining... closer to the warm...
the window full of water,
the world outside is grey,
in here it is golden,
and you have chosen to stay...
the world outside is grey,
in here it is golden,
and you have chosen to stay...
O-ma-né-o... warmer than the weather...
o-ma-né-o... steam on the glass...
softly keeping us together,
omaneo... let the hours pass...
o-ma-né-o... steam on the glass...
softly keeping us together,
omaneo... let the hours pass...
two mugs of something steaming,
a blanket and your skin,
let the storm have the evening,
we've got the warmth within...
a blanket and your skin,
let the storm have the evening,
we've got the warmth within...
O-ma-né-o... warmer than the weather...
o-ma-né-o... steam on the glass...
softly keeping us together,
omaneo... let the hours pass...
o-ma-né-o... steam on the glass...
softly keeping us together,
omaneo... let the hours pass...
let it fall out there, love,
we are not going out,
the whole world can keep knocking,
we don't hear it, no doubt...
we are not going out,
the whole world can keep knocking,
we don't hear it, no doubt...
O-ma-né-o... warmer than the weather...
o-ma-né-o... steam on the glass...
softly keeping us together,
omaneo... let the hours pass...
o-ma-né-o... steam on the glass...
softly keeping us together,
omaneo... let the hours pass...
stay in... stay warm...
stay a little longer, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... let the hours pass...
stay a little longer, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... let the hours pass...
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Ambient · Lied 08
The Smallest Promise
Für dich gebrühtMeine Hände halten dein Morgenritual
stay in bed... let me do this for you...
I know how you like it,
a little sweet, not strong,
learned it like a love song,
humming all along...
a little sweet, not strong,
learned it like a love song,
humming all along...
O-ma-né-o... poured with all my caring...
o-ma-né-o... to your side...
softly worth the sharing,
omaneo... my quiet pride...
o-ma-né-o... to your side...
softly worth the sharing,
omaneo... my quiet pride...
the grinder and the kettle,
the small and daily art,
I make your coffee, darling,
the way I hold your heart...
the small and daily art,
I make your coffee, darling,
the way I hold your heart...
O-ma-né-o... poured with all my caring...
o-ma-né-o... to your side...
softly worth the sharing,
omaneo... my quiet pride...
o-ma-né-o... to your side...
softly worth the sharing,
omaneo... my quiet pride...
it isn't just a habit,
it's how I say I stay,
the smallest kind of promise
I bring you every day...
it's how I say I stay,
the smallest kind of promise
I bring you every day...
O-ma-né-o... poured with all my caring...
o-ma-né-o... to your side...
softly worth the sharing,
omaneo... my quiet pride...
o-ma-né-o... to your side...
softly worth the sharing,
omaneo... my quiet pride...
here you are... just how you like it...
stay in bed a little longer, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... my quiet pride...
stay in bed a little longer, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... my quiet pride...
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Ambient · Lied 09
The Clock Forgets the Hour
Langsamer TanzWie Crema, die sich sanft dreht
no music needed... just come here...
the dishes can wait,
the light is low,
I pull you close
and slowly we go...
the light is low,
I pull you close
and slowly we go...
O-ma-né-o... swaying in the kitchen...
o-ma-né-o... in the dark...
softly a decision,
omaneo... you are my spark...
o-ma-né-o... in the dark...
softly a decision,
omaneo... you are my spark...
barefoot on the cool tile,
the coffee going cold,
your cheek on my shoulder,
the only thing I hold...
the coffee going cold,
your cheek on my shoulder,
the only thing I hold...
O-ma-né-o... swaying in the kitchen...
o-ma-né-o... in the dark...
softly a decision,
omaneo... you are my spark...
o-ma-né-o... in the dark...
softly a decision,
omaneo... you are my spark...
the clock forgets the hour,
the night forgets the day,
this is how I love you,
off the beat, my own way...
the night forgets the day,
this is how I love you,
off the beat, my own way...
O-ma-né-o... swaying in the kitchen...
o-ma-né-o... in the dark...
softly a decision,
omaneo... you are my spark...
o-ma-né-o... in the dark...
softly a decision,
omaneo... you are my spark...
one more song... one more sway...
stay and sway with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... you are my spark...
stay and sway with me, love...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... you are my spark...
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Ambient · Lied 10
Que No Acabe el Sol
SommerwärmeEin Becher voller goldener Hitze
ven... el verano está en tu piel...
café con hielo lento,
la tarde sin final,
tu hombro con el sol,
la sal y nada más...
la tarde sin final,
tu hombro con el sol,
la sal y nada más...
O-ma-né-o... dulce como el verano...
o-ma-né-o... en la piel...
lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
o-ma-né-o... en la piel...
lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
un beso sabe a mango,
a café y a calor,
el día se hace largo
cuando lo llenas de amor...
a café y a calor,
el día se hace largo
cuando lo llenas de amor...
O-ma-né-o... dulce como el verano...
o-ma-né-o... en la piel...
lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
o-ma-né-o... en la piel...
lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
despacio, mi vida,
que no acabe el sol,
cada instante a tu lado
tiene su propio color...
que no acabe el sol,
cada instante a tu lado
tiene su propio color...
O-ma-né-o... dulce como el verano...
o-ma-né-o... en la piel...
lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
o-ma-né-o... en la piel...
lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
quédate... un verano más...
quédate un poco más, mi amor...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... sabe a miel...
quédate un poco más, mi amor...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... sabe a miel...
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Ambient · Lied 11
Awake and in My Sleep
Ganz und garAlles von mir steigt zu dir auf
take it... take all of it... always yours...
I'm not one to give in,
but you undid the lock,
you poured into my quiet
like the morning down the block...
but you undid the lock,
you poured into my quiet
like the morning down the block...
O-ma-né-o... all of me is given...
o-ma-né-o... every drop is true...
every morning I am living,
omaneo... belongs to you...
o-ma-né-o... every drop is true...
every morning I am living,
omaneo... belongs to you...
the coffee, the candlelight,
the wine, the rain, the skin,
all of them just doorways
letting you come in...
the wine, the rain, the skin,
all of them just doorways
letting you come in...
O-ma-né-o... all of me is given...
o-ma-né-o... every drop is true...
every morning I am living,
omaneo... belongs to you...
o-ma-né-o... every drop is true...
every morning I am living,
omaneo... belongs to you...
so pour me out completely,
I've nothing left to keep,
I'm yours in every ritual,
awake and in my sleep...
I've nothing left to keep,
I'm yours in every ritual,
awake and in my sleep...
O-ma-né-o... all of me is given...
o-ma-né-o... every drop is true...
every morning I am living,
omaneo... belongs to you...
o-ma-né-o... every drop is true...
every morning I am living,
omaneo... belongs to you...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me is yours, my love...
omaneo... belongs to you...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me is yours, my love...
omaneo... belongs to you...
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Ambient · Lied 12
The Morning's in No Hurry
Fauler MorgenBarfuß im Hemd, die Zeit steht still
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Ambient · Lied 13
The Radiator Hums
Warme HändeKalte Finger finden Wärme um die Tasse
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Ambient · Lied 14
A Soft Descending
Der letzte SchluckZwei Tassen, ein stiller Abend
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Mississippi-Delta, USA · um 1900
Musikrichtung 03 von 28
Blues
Mississippi-Delta, USA
Der Blues wuchs um 1900 aus den Baumwollfeldern des Mississippi-Deltas im Süden der USA, wo afroamerikanische Arbeiter Feldrufe und Spirituals zu einer eigenen, erdigen Klangsprache formten. Sein langsamer, wiegender Puls trägt die Schwere und die Würde dieser Landschaft. Dazu gehört der kräftige, ungeschönte Kaffee der Südstaaten — bei omaneo ein Sinnbild für Tiefe und Ehrlichkeit.
↓ die Lieder
Blues · Lied 01
The Morning's Undertow
MorgensehnsuchtDer erste Schluck sucht deine Nähe
Mmm... the morning comes... but you don't...
Two cups I poured the way I always do
one for me and one still cools for you
The steam climbs slow and it fades into the grey
like the sound of your name that I still say
The kitchen holds the ghost of your perfume
and the empty chair keeps waiting in the room
one for me and one still cools for you
The steam climbs slow and it fades into the grey
like the sound of your name that I still say
The kitchen holds the ghost of your perfume
and the empty chair keeps waiting in the room
And I drink it down so slow, tasting what I lost
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first dark cup and the morning's undertow
your sleepy voice that I used to know
omaneo, don't let the cup grow cold and go
the first dark cup and the morning's undertow
your sleepy voice that I used to know
omaneo, don't let the cup grow cold and go
I still leave sugar on your side of the tray
old habits don't know you went away
The crema breaks the way your smile once did
bitter and gold and all the things we hid
old habits don't know you went away
The crema breaks the way your smile once did
bitter and gold and all the things we hid
And I drink it down so slow, my heart the only cost
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first dark cup and the morning's undertow
your sleepy voice that I used to know
omaneo, don't let the cup grow cold and go
the first dark cup and the morning's undertow
your sleepy voice that I used to know
omaneo, don't let the cup grow cold and go
Every scent's a doorway back to you
coffee, skin, and the light coming through
I'd trade the sunrise, trade the whole day's gold
just to warm two cups before they grow cold
coffee, skin, and the light coming through
I'd trade the sunrise, trade the whole day's gold
just to warm two cups before they grow cold
So here I sit where the steam still climbs
your empty cup and these old blues of mine
your empty cup and these old blues of mine
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first dark cup and the morning's undertow
your sleepy voice that I used to know
omaneo, don't let the cup grow cold and go
the first dark cup and the morning's undertow
your sleepy voice that I used to know
omaneo, don't let the cup grow cold and go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... come back slow...
the first dark cup and the morning's undertow...
the first dark cup and the morning's undertow...
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Blues · Lied 02
A Memory Like Wine
Duft der ErinnerungEin Aroma öffnet die alte Tür
Oh... that smell... it takes me right back...
Somebody ground fresh coffee down the street
and suddenly I'm falling at your feet
The scent came walking through an open door
and I was twenty and in love once more
A thread of roast, a breath of your cologne
and this old heart is anything but stone
and suddenly I'm falling at your feet
The scent came walking through an open door
and I was twenty and in love once more
A thread of roast, a breath of your cologne
and this old heart is anything but stone
And a memory can pour like wine into the dark
Breathe it in, o-ma-né-o
the scent of you and the long ago
dark roasted mornings I let go
omaneo, the perfume of a love I know
the scent of you and the long ago
dark roasted mornings I let go
omaneo, the perfume of a love I know
One bitter cup and the years fall away
you're stirring sugar on a rainy day
The steam still carries everything we were
a kiss, a laugh, a soft familiar blur
you're stirring sugar on a rainy day
The steam still carries everything we were
a kiss, a laugh, a soft familiar blur
And a memory can burn like brandy, sweet and stark
Breathe it in, o-ma-né-o
the scent of you and the long ago
dark roasted mornings I let go
omaneo, the perfume of a love I know
the scent of you and the long ago
dark roasted mornings I let go
omaneo, the perfume of a love I know
They say that scent's the last thing that we lose
the first thing back when we've got the blues
Give me one more breath of that dark bloom
and you're alive again inside this room
the first thing back when we've got the blues
Give me one more breath of that dark bloom
and you're alive again inside this room
So let it drift on the evening air
the smell of coffee and you standing there
the smell of coffee and you standing there
Breathe it in, o-ma-né-o
the scent of you and the long ago
dark roasted mornings I let go
omaneo, the perfume of a love I know
the scent of you and the long ago
dark roasted mornings I let go
omaneo, the perfume of a love I know
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... breathe you in...
the scent of you and the long ago...
the scent of you and the long ago...
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Blues · Lied 03
Dusk Like Velvet
DämmerstundeDer Dampf steigt ins letzte Licht
Come sit... the light is nearly gone...
Two glasses breathing on the window ledge
the day falls off the evening's ragged edge
I poured them both like the old days when you'd stay
one for the night and one to chase the grey
The red still catches what's left of the sun
and I raise a glass to everyone that's gone
the day falls off the evening's ragged edge
I poured them both like the old days when you'd stay
one for the night and one to chase the grey
The red still catches what's left of the sun
and I raise a glass to everyone that's gone
And the dusk comes down like velvet on my skin
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the dark, the amber undertow
your half a smile in the candle glow
omaneo, stay with the man who loved you so
the wine, the dark, the amber undertow
your half a smile in the candle glow
omaneo, stay with the man who loved you so
I taste the red still humming like your name
the dusk, the ache, the sweet familiar flame
The coffee's cold on the table where we sat
your empty chair, your ghost, my old cravat
the dusk, the ache, the sweet familiar flame
The coffee's cold on the table where we sat
your empty chair, your ghost, my old cravat
And the dusk comes down and the whole room starts to gleam
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the dark, the amber undertow
your half a smile in the candle glow
omaneo, stay with the man who loved you so
the wine, the dark, the amber undertow
your half a smile in the candle glow
omaneo, stay with the man who loved you so
One more pour and the memory's mine to keep
your hand in the dark as the streetlights fall asleep
Every flavour is a door back to your name
coffee, wine, and candle, all the same
your hand in the dark as the streetlights fall asleep
Every flavour is a door back to your name
coffee, wine, and candle, all the same
So let the dusk take all the time it needs
your empty glass and these old blues of mine
your empty glass and these old blues of mine
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the dark, the amber undertow
your half a smile in the candle glow
omaneo, stay with the man who loved you so
the wine, the dark, the amber undertow
your half a smile in the candle glow
omaneo, stay with the man who loved you so
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... stay with me...
the wine, the dark, the amber undertow...
the wine, the dark, the amber undertow...
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Blues · Lied 04
Never Learned to Let You Go
Der leere PlatzGegenüber wartet deine warme Spur
Still set the table for two... force of habit...
The chair across still holds the shape of you
two little cups of something warm and blue
I talk out loud to the space you used to fill
the coffee's steaming and I love you still
The candle leans the way it leaned back then
and for a breath you're sitting there again
two little cups of something warm and blue
I talk out loud to the space you used to fill
the coffee's steaming and I love you still
The candle leans the way it leaned back then
and for a breath you're sitting there again
And I'd cross a hundred empty tables just to feel
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
your empty chair and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, I never learned to let you go
your empty chair and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, I never learned to let you go
I trace a thumb where your hand used to rest
the warmest inch, the memory I keep best
The supper's cold but I don't clear a thing
I'm holding tight to the ghost of everything
the warmest inch, the memory I keep best
The supper's cold but I don't clear a thing
I'm holding tight to the ghost of everything
And I'd cross a hundred oceans just to feel
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
your empty chair and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, I never learned to let you go
your empty chair and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, I never learned to let you go
Skin remembers what the years forget
your first shy touch, the one I won't regret
Give me the space where your palm used to be
fingers laced with a memory
your first shy touch, the one I won't regret
Give me the space where your palm used to be
fingers laced with a memory
So leave the dishes, leave the fading light
I'll keep your chair across from me tonight
I'll keep your chair across from me tonight
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
your empty chair and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, I never learned to let you go
your empty chair and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, I never learned to let you go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... reach for me...
your empty chair and the candle glow...
your empty chair and the candle glow...
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Blues · Lied 05
Let It Pour
Regen am FensterWärme, die kein Regen löschen kann
Listen... it's raining again... like that night...
The rain is writing rivers down the glass
and every drop's a picture of the past
One mug is steaming where two used to be
the world is grey and grey is missing thee
You'd rest your head so heavy on my chest
the storm outside, and in here we were blessed
and every drop's a picture of the past
One mug is steaming where two used to be
the world is grey and grey is missing thee
You'd rest your head so heavy on my chest
the storm outside, and in here we were blessed
And let it pour, let it pour, on the man I used to be
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the fire's low glow
your skin, the steam, and the coffee slow
omaneo, I still can hear the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the fire's low glow
your skin, the steam, and the coffee slow
omaneo, I still can hear the grey clouds go
The thunder's far like the years we let slip by
you traced a heart on the fog of failing sky
I put the kettle on for a second round
for a ghost and a memory and the rain's soft sound
you traced a heart on the fog of failing sky
I put the kettle on for a second round
for a ghost and a memory and the rain's soft sound
And let it pour, let it pour, let the whole grey heaven bleed
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the fire's low glow
your skin, the steam, and the coffee slow
omaneo, I still can hear the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the fire's low glow
your skin, the steam, and the coffee slow
omaneo, I still can hear the grey clouds go
Every drop's a reason you're still near
your warmth, the steam, and the rain on tin so clear
Give me the storm and give me back your skin
let the whole grey day come pouring in
your warmth, the steam, and the rain on tin so clear
Give me the storm and give me back your skin
let the whole grey day come pouring in
So let it rain till the streetlights come
your ghost, the storm, and the kettle's hum
your ghost, the storm, and the kettle's hum
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the fire's low glow
your skin, the steam, and the coffee slow
omaneo, I still can hear the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the fire's low glow
your skin, the steam, and the coffee slow
omaneo, I still can hear the grey clouds go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... stay with me...
the rain outside and the fire's low glow...
the rain outside and the fire's low glow...
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Blues · Lied 06
Spin It Soft and Low
Unser altes LiedZwei Tassen, eine leise Melodie
That needle drop... I know this one by heart...
The record turns the way it turned back then
and every groove's a night we're in again
I pour a coffee, dark and slow and deep
and let the melody do the work of sleep
The crackle sings and the sax begins to moan
and I am dancing with a girl who's flown
and every groove's a night we're in again
I pour a coffee, dark and slow and deep
and let the melody do the work of sleep
The crackle sings and the sax begins to moan
and I am dancing with a girl who's flown
And the song comes round like a lover to the door
Play it slow, o-ma-né-o
our old song and the wine and the afterglow
the steam, the strings, the years ago
omaneo, spin the record soft and low
our old song and the wine and the afterglow
the steam, the strings, the years ago
omaneo, spin the record soft and low
You knew the words the way I know your name
we'd hum it soft over one candle flame
The coffee cooled while the second side would play
and neither of us ever moved away
we'd hum it soft over one candle flame
The coffee cooled while the second side would play
and neither of us ever moved away
And the song comes round like the tide back to the shore
Play it slow, o-ma-né-o
our old song and the wine and the afterglow
the steam, the strings, the years ago
omaneo, spin the record soft and low
our old song and the wine and the afterglow
the steam, the strings, the years ago
omaneo, spin the record soft and low
Every note's a photograph of you
the dress, the laugh, the light coming through
Give me the chorus one more velvet time
and you're here in the crackle, and you're mine
the dress, the laugh, the light coming through
Give me the chorus one more velvet time
and you're here in the crackle, and you're mine
So let it spin till the coffee's gone
your ghost, the groove, and our old song
your ghost, the groove, and our old song
Play it slow, o-ma-né-o
our old song and the wine and the afterglow
the steam, the strings, the years ago
omaneo, spin the record soft and low
our old song and the wine and the afterglow
the steam, the strings, the years ago
omaneo, spin the record soft and low
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... play it slow...
our old song and the wine and the afterglow...
our old song and the wine and the afterglow...
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Blues · Lied 07
Skin Remembers
Hände am TischDie kleinste Nähe wärmt am meisten
Reach for me... just a little closer, love...
The plates are quiet and the wine is poured
two little cups of something we adored
I watch your fingers resting near my own
the smallest distance and I'm never alone
The candle trembles when you start to lean
the warmest inch this old heart's ever seen
two little cups of something we adored
I watch your fingers resting near my own
the smallest distance and I'm never alone
The candle trembles when you start to lean
the warmest inch this old heart's ever seen
And I would cross a hundred tables just to feel
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
A thumb that circles slow across my skin
and every nerve remembers where we've been
The supper's done but neither of us stands
we're saying everything with just our hands
and every nerve remembers where we've been
The supper's done but neither of us stands
we're saying everything with just our hands
And I would cross a hundred oceans just to feel
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
Skin remembers what the words forget
the first shy touch, the one we won't regret
Give me your palm and I'll give you the world
fingers laced and the evening gently curled
the first shy touch, the one we won't regret
Give me your palm and I'll give you the world
fingers laced and the evening gently curled
So leave the dishes, leave the fading light
just keep your hand in mine tonight
just keep your hand in mine tonight
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... reach for me...
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow...
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow...
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Blues · Lied 08
Dark as Cocoa
Bitter und süßDunkel wie Kakao, warm wie Nähe
Come here... let me taste the night on you...
Bitter on the edges, sweet down in the deep
like the last dark square I wasn't gonna keep
Your mouth is cocoa, midnight, seventy per cent
and every second's slow and heaven-sent
The espresso's humming somewhere on the stove
but you're the richer thing I ever loved
like the last dark square I wasn't gonna keep
Your mouth is cocoa, midnight, seventy per cent
and every second's slow and heaven-sent
The espresso's humming somewhere on the stove
but you're the richer thing I ever loved
And I dissolve so slow the way the good things do
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
A little salt, a little burn, a little bloom
like coffee crema breaking in the room
I chase the flavour lingering on your lips
your fingertips, your hips, your slow eclipse
like coffee crema breaking in the room
I chase the flavour lingering on your lips
your fingertips, your hips, your slow eclipse
And I dissolve so slow the way the good things move
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
Every taste's a memory I keep
dark and slow and impossibly deep
Give me the burn and give me the bloom
the cocoa, the coffee, the candle, the room
dark and slow and impossibly deep
Give me the burn and give me the bloom
the cocoa, the coffee, the candle, the room
So let it melt and take its own sweet time
your dark warm mouth on mine
your dark warm mouth on mine
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... melting slow...
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow...
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow...
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Blues · Lied 09
Steam Like a Prayer
Im warmen HalbdunkelZwei Herzen, ein Duft, sacht köchelnd
Stay by the stove with me... it smells like heaven...
Garlic and butter and the wine gone in
your hip against mine and the low light dim
The coffee's brewing for the after-meal
and this small kitchen's the whole world I feel
You steal a taste and you feed a taste to me
two hungry hearts and the slow simmering
your hip against mine and the low light dim
The coffee's brewing for the after-meal
and this small kitchen's the whole world I feel
You steal a taste and you feed a taste to me
two hungry hearts and the slow simmering
And the steam rises up like a prayer between us two
Stir it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the roast, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the flavours grow
omaneo, cook the whole night soft and slow
the wine, the roast, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the flavours grow
omaneo, cook the whole night soft and slow
You dip a finger, hold it to my mouth
and every spice is leading somewhere south
The pot forgives us when we drift and stray
to a slow warm kiss by the light of day's decay
and every spice is leading somewhere south
The pot forgives us when we drift and stray
to a slow warm kiss by the light of day's decay
And the steam rises up and the whole room's tasting new
Stir it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the roast, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the flavours grow
omaneo, cook the whole night soft and slow
the wine, the roast, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the flavours grow
omaneo, cook the whole night soft and slow
Every flavour's a memory in the making
your laugh, the salt, the bread that's baking
Give me the mess and give me the heat
two cooks in love and the night complete
your laugh, the salt, the bread that's baking
Give me the mess and give me the heat
two cooks in love and the night complete
So let it simmer, let it take all night
your cheek, the steam, and the low warm light
your cheek, the steam, and the low warm light
Stir it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the roast, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the flavours grow
omaneo, cook the whole night soft and slow
the wine, the roast, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the flavours grow
omaneo, cook the whole night soft and slow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... cook it slow...
the wine, the roast, and the burner's glow...
the wine, the roast, and the burner's glow...
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Blues · Lied 10
Sway to Nothing
Langsamer TanzZu zweit, ganz ohne Musik
No music needed... just come here... dance with me...
The dishes wait and the radio is low
the kettle ticking, the kitchen's amber glow
I take your hand and I pull you off the chair
we sway to nothing but the coffee in the air
Your cheek finds mine and the floor becomes a stage
two barefoot dancers turning the last page
the kettle ticking, the kitchen's amber glow
I take your hand and I pull you off the chair
we sway to nothing but the coffee in the air
Your cheek finds mine and the floor becomes a stage
two barefoot dancers turning the last page
And we don't need a ballroom, just this little light
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
Your hips remember what the years forget
the first slow turn, the night we haven't met
I hum a little something in your ear
the only song I need is you right here
the first slow turn, the night we haven't met
I hum a little something in your ear
the only song I need is you right here
And we don't need a ballroom, just this candle bright
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
Every turn's a vow I never said
your warmth, the steam, the kitchen painted red
Give me one more song with no music at all
just your slow breath and the shadows on the wall
your warmth, the steam, the kitchen painted red
Give me one more song with no music at all
just your slow breath and the shadows on the wall
So let us sway till the coffee's gone cold
two hearts learning how to grow old
two hearts learning how to grow old
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... dance with me...
round and round in the midnight slow...
round and round in the midnight slow...
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Blues · Lied 11
Every Cup a Letter
Für dich gemachtEin Morgen, in Hingabe gegossen
Let me do this one small thing for you...
I grind the beans while you're still fast asleep
a quiet vow that I mean to keep
The water sings and the crema starts to bloom
and I carry warm devotion through the room
No grand cathedral, no ring, no golden crown
just this dark cup that I set softly down
a quiet vow that I mean to keep
The water sings and the crema starts to bloom
and I carry warm devotion through the room
No grand cathedral, no ring, no golden crown
just this dark cup that I set softly down
And love's the little ritual that we do each day
Made for you, o-ma-né-o
the morning cup and the way I love you so
the steam, the sugar, the tender slow
omaneo, this is all the love I know
the morning cup and the way I love you so
the steam, the sugar, the tender slow
omaneo, this is all the love I know
I stir it just the way you always like
and set it where the first soft sun can strike
The smell will wake you gentler than a kiss
no finer prayer in this old world than this
and set it where the first soft sun can strike
The smell will wake you gentler than a kiss
no finer prayer in this old world than this
And love's the little ritual that lights the grey away
Made for you, o-ma-né-o
the morning cup and the way I love you so
the steam, the sugar, the tender slow
omaneo, this is all the love I know
the morning cup and the way I love you so
the steam, the sugar, the tender slow
omaneo, this is all the love I know
Every cup's a letter that I write
dark and warm in the pale first light
Give me a lifetime of these small dawns
and a hand to hold when the night is gone
dark and warm in the pale first light
Give me a lifetime of these small dawns
and a hand to hold when the night is gone
So drink it slow while the morning climbs
my love, my hands, and these old blues of mine
my love, my hands, and these old blues of mine
Made for you, o-ma-né-o
the morning cup and the way I love you so
the steam, the sugar, the tender slow
omaneo, this is all the love I know
the morning cup and the way I love you so
the steam, the sugar, the tender slow
omaneo, this is all the love I know
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... made for you...
the morning cup and the way I love you so...
the morning cup and the way I love you so...
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Blues · Lied 12
One More Lazy Hour
Frühstück im BettZwei Tassen, ein fauler Morgen
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Blues · Lied 13
Let the Cold Stay Out There
WinterhändeWarm herein aus kalter Blaustunde
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Blues · Lied 14
Love, Then Sleep
Der letzte SchluckStill und nah, bevor der Schlaf kommt
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Musikrichtung 04 von 28
Bossa Nova
↓ die Lieder
Bossa Nova · Lied 01
O Sol na Tua Pele
Primeiro CaféDer erste Schluck, wenn das Morgenlicht noch leise über die Haut wandert.
Bom dia, meu amor...
O sol escorre devagar na tua pele
a manhã ainda dorme e eu não quero acordar
a chaleira suspira baixinho na cozinha
dois cafezinhos antes do mundo começar
o aroma sobe escuro, quente, profundo
memória de cada noite que guardei
a manhã ainda dorme e eu não quero acordar
a chaleira suspira baixinho na cozinha
dois cafezinhos antes do mundo começar
o aroma sobe escuro, quente, profundo
memória de cada noite que guardei
E eu me perco no vapor, no silêncio e no calor
Devagar, o-ma-né-o
o primeiro café e o brilho da manhã
teu sorriso sonolento, o gosto de ouro
omaneo, o mundo inteiro nas minhas mãos
o primeiro café e o brilho da manhã
teu sorriso sonolento, o gosto de ouro
omaneo, o mundo inteiro nas minhas mãos
Tu te viras pra mim, cabelo desfeito
metade sonho, metade sol nascendo
desço a manhã pela tua espinha
amargo e doce, teus lábios nos meus
o vinho ainda canta da noite passada
e eu quero isso lento, pra sempre, nada mais
metade sonho, metade sol nascendo
desço a manhã pela tua espinha
amargo e doce, teus lábios nos meus
o vinho ainda canta da noite passada
e eu quero isso lento, pra sempre, nada mais
E eu fico aqui onde o mundo inteiro brilha
Devagar, o-ma-né-o
o primeiro café e o brilho da manhã
teu sorriso sonolento, o gosto de ouro
omaneo, o mundo inteiro nas minhas mãos
o primeiro café e o brilho da manhã
teu sorriso sonolento, o gosto de ouro
omaneo, o mundo inteiro nas minhas mãos
Cada aroma é uma porta pra uma noite que vivi
café, pele e vela acesa, e tu
não preciso do mundo fora deste quarto
só o vapor, o toque, o lento perfume
café, pele e vela acesa, e tu
não preciso do mundo fora deste quarto
só o vapor, o toque, o lento perfume
Deixa a manhã levar seu tempo preguiçoso
teu coração e este café que é meu
mais um gole, mais um beijo pra te dar
é assim que um homem nasceu pra amar
teu coração e este café que é meu
mais um gole, mais um beijo pra te dar
é assim que um homem nasceu pra amar
Devagar, o-ma-né-o
o primeiro café e o brilho da manhã
teu sorriso sonolento, o gosto de ouro
omaneo, o mundo inteiro nas minhas mãos
o primeiro café e o brilho da manhã
teu sorriso sonolento, o gosto de ouro
omaneo, o mundo inteiro nas minhas mãos
Mmm... o-ma-né-o...
o primeiro café e o brilho da manhã...
o primeiro café e o brilho da manhã...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 02
Onde o Tempo Não Vai
Perfume de SaudadeEin Duft, eine Rose – und die Erinnerung kehrt langsam zurück.
Sente esse cheiro... me lembra de ti...
Um perfume atravessa a tarde sem querer
e de repente é tua pele outra vez
o café na xícara, o mesmo de então
saudade acordando devagar no meu chão
a janela aberta, o vento traz teu nome
um pedaço de verão que ainda me consome
e de repente é tua pele outra vez
o café na xícara, o mesmo de então
saudade acordando devagar no meu chão
a janela aberta, o vento traz teu nome
um pedaço de verão que ainda me consome
Um cheiro me leva pra onde o tempo não vai
Me abraça, o-ma-né-o
perfume e saudade e o gosto do café
tua memória na minha pele quente
omaneo, devagar tu voltas pra mim
perfume e saudade e o gosto do café
tua memória na minha pele quente
omaneo, devagar tu voltas pra mim
É o mesmo vinho, a mesma vela acesa
a mesma noite morna sobre a mesa
cada aroma é um retrato que guardei
teus pés descalços, o riso que amei
não preciso de foto pra te ver
um gole basta pra te reviver
a mesma noite morna sobre a mesa
cada aroma é um retrato que guardei
teus pés descalços, o riso que amei
não preciso de foto pra te ver
um gole basta pra te reviver
Um cheiro me leva pra onde só nós dois vamos
Me abraça, o-ma-né-o
perfume e saudade e o gosto do café
tua memória na minha pele quente
omaneo, devagar tu voltas pra mim
perfume e saudade e o gosto do café
tua memória na minha pele quente
omaneo, devagar tu voltas pra mim
Cada sabor é uma lembrança sem roupa
as horas mais doces são as que não confesso
um café, um toque, um suspiro no ar
e nada no mundo indo embora depressa
as horas mais doces são as que não confesso
um café, um toque, um suspiro no ar
e nada no mundo indo embora depressa
Deixa a tarde derramar mais uma xícara
teu cheiro em mim, a saudade e a paz
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
teu cheiro em mim, a saudade e a paz
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
Me abraça, o-ma-né-o
perfume e saudade e o gosto do café
tua memória na minha pele quente
omaneo, devagar tu voltas pra mim
perfume e saudade e o gosto do café
tua memória na minha pele quente
omaneo, devagar tu voltas pra mim
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... perfume e saudade...
devagar tu voltas pra mim...
devagar tu voltas pra mim...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 03
Dusk Like Silk
Two Glasses at DuskZwei Gläser in der Dämmerung, und die Welt wird ganz still.
Come sit with me... the light is going low...
Two glasses breathing on the windowsill
the city softens and the day goes still
the coffee's cooling, we let the evening pour
your bare feet resting on the kitchen floor
a candle leaning gold across your face
and nothing in this world would take your place
the city softens and the day goes still
the coffee's cooling, we let the evening pour
your bare feet resting on the kitchen floor
a candle leaning gold across your face
and nothing in this world would take your place
Come a little closer, let the dusk come down like silk
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
you tell me secrets I already knew
the way the evening leans us into blue
I taste the red still humming on your mouth
a slow warm south, a heart that's heading south
the record turns, we barely even move
two soft warm shadows finding their own groove
the way the evening leans us into blue
I taste the red still humming on your mouth
a slow warm south, a heart that's heading south
the record turns, we barely even move
two soft warm shadows finding their own groove
Come a little closer, let the whole room start to gleam
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
one more pour and the night's ours to keep
your hand in mine as the streetlights fall asleep
every flavour is a door back to your name
coffee, wine, and candle, all the same
your hand in mine as the streetlights fall asleep
every flavour is a door back to your name
coffee, wine, and candle, all the same
so let the dusk take all the time it needs
your heartbeat and the wine and me
the taste of gold, the softness of your hair
this slow sweet nothing that we love to share
your heartbeat and the wine and me
the taste of gold, the softness of your hair
this slow sweet nothing that we love to share
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... stay with me...
the wine, the dark, the amber glow...
the wine, the dark, the amber glow...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 04
O Centímetro Mais Quente
Mãos Sobre a MesaZwei Hände, eine Wärme – über dem Tisch berührt sich alles.
Chega mais perto... só mais um pouco...
Os pratos em silêncio e o vinho servido
dois cafezinhos de algo que eu quis
vejo teus dedos perto dos meus
a menor distância e eu nunca estou só
a vela treme quando tu te inclinas
o centímetro mais quente que eu já vi
dois cafezinhos de algo que eu quis
vejo teus dedos perto dos meus
a menor distância e eu nunca estou só
a vela treme quando tu te inclinas
o centímetro mais quente que eu já vi
Eu cruzaria cem mesas só pra sentir
Me alcança, o-ma-né-o
tua mão, minha mão e o brilho da vela
o café esfriando, a noite bem devagar
omaneo, não deixa isso escapar
tua mão, minha mão e o brilho da vela
o café esfriando, a noite bem devagar
omaneo, não deixa isso escapar
um polegar que roda lento na minha pele
e cada nervo lembra por onde a gente andou
o jantar acabou mas ninguém se levanta
dizendo tudo só com as mãos
o vapor sobe entre nós dois
uma igreja quieta, um doce alvoroço
e cada nervo lembra por onde a gente andou
o jantar acabou mas ninguém se levanta
dizendo tudo só com as mãos
o vapor sobe entre nós dois
uma igreja quieta, um doce alvoroço
Eu cruzaria cem oceanos só pra sentir
Me alcança, o-ma-né-o
tua mão, minha mão e o brilho da vela
o café esfriando, a noite bem devagar
omaneo, não deixa isso escapar
tua mão, minha mão e o brilho da vela
o café esfriando, a noite bem devagar
omaneo, não deixa isso escapar
a pele lembra o que a palavra esquece
o primeiro toque tímido que a gente não regretta
me dá tua palma e eu te dou o mundo
dedos entrelaçados e a noite se enrolando
o primeiro toque tímido que a gente não regretta
me dá tua palma e eu te dou o mundo
dedos entrelaçados e a noite se enrolando
deixa os pratos, deixa a luz morrer
só mantém tua mão na minha até amanhecer
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
só mantém tua mão na minha até amanhecer
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
Me alcança, o-ma-né-o
tua mão, minha mão e o brilho da vela
o café esfriando, a noite bem devagar
omaneo, não deixa isso escapar
tua mão, minha mão e o brilho da vela
o café esfriando, a noite bem devagar
omaneo, não deixa isso escapar
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... me alcança...
tua mão, minha mão e o brilho da vela...
tua mão, minha mão e o brilho da vela...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 05
Cacau à Meia-Noite
Doce Como AçúcarDunkel, süß und tief wie ein Kuss aus Schokolade.
Vem cá... deixa eu provar a noite em ti...
Amargo nas bordas, doce lá no fundo
como o último quadrado que eu não ia guardar
tua boca é cacau, meia-noite, setenta por cento
e cada segundo é lento e vindo do céu
o espresso murmura em algum lugar do fogão
mas tu és a coisa mais rica que eu amei
como o último quadrado que eu não ia guardar
tua boca é cacau, meia-noite, setenta por cento
e cada segundo é lento e vindo do céu
o espresso murmura em algum lugar do fogão
mas tu és a coisa mais rica que eu amei
E eu me dissolvo devagar como as coisas boas fazem
Me beija, o-ma-né-o
escuro como cacau, quente como o depois
amargo, doce, derretendo na minha língua
omaneo, segura a noite até o fim
escuro como cacau, quente como o depois
amargo, doce, derretendo na minha língua
omaneo, segura a noite até o fim
um pouco de sal, um pouco de brasa, um pouco de flor
como a crema do café quebrando no ar
persigo o sabor que fica no teu lábio
teus dedos, teus quadris, teu eclipse lento
não precisa açúcar, a gente tem esse calor
dois corações amargos ficando incrivelmente doces
como a crema do café quebrando no ar
persigo o sabor que fica no teu lábio
teus dedos, teus quadris, teu eclipse lento
não precisa açúcar, a gente tem esse calor
dois corações amargos ficando incrivelmente doces
E eu me dissolvo devagar como as coisas boas fazem
Me beija, o-ma-né-o
escuro como cacau, quente como o depois
amargo, doce, derretendo na minha língua
omaneo, segura a noite até o fim
escuro como cacau, quente como o depois
amargo, doce, derretendo na minha língua
omaneo, segura a noite até o fim
cada gosto é uma lembrança que eu guardo
escuro e lento e impossivelmente fundo
me dá a brasa e me dá a flor
o cacau, o café, a vela, o quarto
escuro e lento e impossivelmente fundo
me dá a brasa e me dá a flor
o cacau, o café, a vela, o quarto
deixa derreter e levar seu doce tempo
tua boca quente e escura na minha
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
tua boca quente e escura na minha
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
Me beija, o-ma-né-o
escuro como cacau, quente como o depois
amargo, doce, derretendo na minha língua
omaneo, segura a noite até o fim
escuro como cacau, quente como o depois
amargo, doce, derretendo na minha língua
omaneo, segura a noite até o fim
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... derretendo devagar...
escuro como cacau, quente como o depois...
escuro como cacau, quente como o depois...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 06
Rain on Tin
Rain and SkinDraußen der Regen, drinnen der Dampf und deine warme Haut.
Listen... it's raining... come closer to me...
the rain is writing rivers down the glass
and we're not going anywhere, let it pass
two little cups are steaming on the sill
the world is grey but in here it's warm and still
your head is heavy resting on my chest
your heartbeat slow, the storm can do the rest
and we're not going anywhere, let it pass
two little cups are steaming on the sill
the world is grey but in here it's warm and still
your head is heavy resting on my chest
your heartbeat slow, the storm can do the rest
let it pour, let it pour, we've got all we need
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the thunder's far and the blanket's pulled up tight
you trace a heart on the fog of failing light
we let the afternoon just drift and fade
two lazy shadows and the storm we made
the kettle's on for the second slow round
your sleepy laugh is my favourite sound
you trace a heart on the fog of failing light
we let the afternoon just drift and fade
two lazy shadows and the storm we made
the kettle's on for the second slow round
your sleepy laugh is my favourite sound
let it pour, let it pour, let the whole sky bleed
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
every drop's a reason to stay in
your warmth, the steam, and the rain on tin
give me the storm and give me your skin
let the whole grey day come pouring in
your warmth, the steam, and the rain on tin
give me the storm and give me your skin
let the whole grey day come pouring in
so let it rain until the streetlights come
your heartbeat and the storm and the hum
the taste of gold, the softness of your hair
this slow sweet nothing that we love to share
your heartbeat and the storm and the hum
the taste of gold, the softness of your hair
this slow sweet nothing that we love to share
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... stay with me...
the rain outside and the candle's glow...
the rain outside and the candle's glow...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 07
Sem Música Nenhuma
Dança na CozinhaEin langsamer Tanz in der Küche, Wange an Wange, die Tasse in der Hand.
Não precisa de música... vem cá... dança comigo...
os pratos esperam e o rádio está baixinho
a chaleira fazendo tique, a cozinha dourada
pego tua mão e te tiro da cadeira
a gente balança só com o café no ar
tua bochecha na minha, o chão vira palco
dois descalços virando a última página
a chaleira fazendo tique, a cozinha dourada
pego tua mão e te tiro da cadeira
a gente balança só com o café no ar
tua bochecha na minha, o chão vira palco
dois descalços virando a última página
não precisa salão, só essa luzinha acesa
Dança comigo, o-ma-né-o
rodando e rodando na meia-noite lenta
teu coração, minha mão, o brilho da chaleira
omaneo, deixa o mundo inteiro ir
rodando e rodando na meia-noite lenta
teu coração, minha mão, o brilho da chaleira
omaneo, deixa o mundo inteiro ir
teus quadris lembram o que os anos esquecem
o primeiro giro lento, a noite que a gente ainda não viveu
sussurro alguma coisinha no teu ouvido
a única canção que eu quero é tu aqui
o espresso esfria, a gente deixa, tanto faz
tem um ritmo mais lento agora pra achar
o primeiro giro lento, a noite que a gente ainda não viveu
sussurro alguma coisinha no teu ouvido
a única canção que eu quero é tu aqui
o espresso esfria, a gente deixa, tanto faz
tem um ritmo mais lento agora pra achar
não precisa salão, só essa vela acesa
Dança comigo, o-ma-né-o
rodando e rodando na meia-noite lenta
teu coração, minha mão, o brilho da chaleira
omaneo, deixa o mundo inteiro ir
rodando e rodando na meia-noite lenta
teu coração, minha mão, o brilho da chaleira
omaneo, deixa o mundo inteiro ir
cada giro é uma promessa que eu nunca disse
teu calor, o vapor, a cozinha pintada de vermelho
me dá mais uma canção sem música nenhuma
só teu suspiro lento e as sombras na parede
teu calor, o vapor, a cozinha pintada de vermelho
me dá mais uma canção sem música nenhuma
só teu suspiro lento e as sombras na parede
deixa a gente balançar até o café esfriar
dois corações aprendendo a envelhecer
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
dois corações aprendendo a envelhecer
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
Dança comigo, o-ma-né-o
rodando e rodando na meia-noite lenta
teu coração, minha mão, o brilho da chaleira
omaneo, deixa o mundo inteiro ir
rodando e rodando na meia-noite lenta
teu coração, minha mão, o brilho da chaleira
omaneo, deixa o mundo inteiro ir
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... dança comigo...
rodando e rodando na meia-noite lenta...
rodando e rodando na meia-noite lenta...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 08
O Cheiro de Nós Dois
Zu zweit am HerdDeine Hand über meiner, während der Espresso leise läuft.
vem... me ajuda com o molho... chega mais...
o alho na panela, o vinho na taça
tua mão na minha guiando a colher
um beijo roubado no vapor da cozinha
a tarde inteira só pra gente ferver
o café já pronto esperando na mesa
e o cheiro de nós dois no mesmo lugar
tua mão na minha guiando a colher
um beijo roubado no vapor da cozinha
a tarde inteira só pra gente ferver
o café já pronto esperando na mesa
e o cheiro de nós dois no mesmo lugar
chega mais perto, deixa o tempo ferver devagar
Cozinha comigo, o-ma-né-o
o molho, o vinho e o brilho do fogão
tua boca com gosto de sal e de mim
omaneo, deixa a noite morna entrar
o molho, o vinho e o brilho do fogão
tua boca com gosto de sal e de mim
omaneo, deixa a noite morna entrar
tu prova da colher e me olhas assim
a cozinha vira o lugar mais bonito do mundo
um pouco de sal, um pouco de riso, um pouco de tu
teus dedos, teus quadris no meu quadril
a gente quase não fala, quase não precisa
o prazer de um momento no seu auge
a cozinha vira o lugar mais bonito do mundo
um pouco de sal, um pouco de riso, um pouco de tu
teus dedos, teus quadris no meu quadril
a gente quase não fala, quase não precisa
o prazer de um momento no seu auge
chega mais perto, deixa o mundo ir devagar
Cozinha comigo, o-ma-né-o
o molho, o vinho e o brilho do fogão
tua boca com gosto de sal e de mim
omaneo, deixa a noite morna entrar
o molho, o vinho e o brilho do fogão
tua boca com gosto de sal e de mim
omaneo, deixa a noite morna entrar
cada sabor é uma lembrança sem roupa
as horas mais doces são as que não confesso
uma panela, um toque, uma vela e um suspiro
e nada no mundo indo embora depressa
as horas mais doces são as que não confesso
uma panela, um toque, uma vela e um suspiro
e nada no mundo indo embora depressa
deixa o jantar esfriar mais um pouquinho
tua cabeça no meu ombro, olha pra cima
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
tua cabeça no meu ombro, olha pra cima
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
Cozinha comigo, o-ma-né-o
o molho, o vinho e o brilho do fogão
tua boca com gosto de sal e de mim
omaneo, deixa a noite morna entrar
o molho, o vinho e o brilho do fogão
tua boca com gosto de sal e de mim
omaneo, deixa a noite morna entrar
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... cozinha comigo...
deixa a noite morna entrar...
deixa a noite morna entrar...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 09
Salt and Sugar
Goldener SommerEin Schluck wie warme Sonne auf nackter Haut.
Mmm... remember that summer...
afternoon is melting into gold
your fingers and a story still untold
a little cup between us, dark and warm
sugar on my lips and your slow charm
the fan turns lazy and the curtains sway
we let the sweetness take the day away
your fingers and a story still untold
a little cup between us, dark and warm
sugar on my lips and your slow charm
the fan turns lazy and the curtains sway
we let the sweetness take the day away
come a little closer, let the summer go slow
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
salt and sugar and the evening glow
coffee on your breath and sun on your skin
omaneo, let the slow warm summer in
salt and sugar and the evening glow
coffee on your breath and sun on your skin
omaneo, let the slow warm summer in
the scent of you a place I used to know
a memory of ocean, salt and heat
your bare feet resting warm against my feet
wine gone low and the record playing sweet
we barely move, we barely need to speak
the pleasure of a moment at its peak
a memory of ocean, salt and heat
your bare feet resting warm against my feet
wine gone low and the record playing sweet
we barely move, we barely need to speak
the pleasure of a moment at its peak
come a little closer, let the whole world go slow
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
salt and sugar and the evening glow
coffee on your breath and sun on your skin
omaneo, let the slow warm summer in
salt and sugar and the evening glow
coffee on your breath and sun on your skin
omaneo, let the slow warm summer in
every flavour is a memory undressed
the sweetest hours are the ones we don't confess
a cup, a touch, a candle, and a sigh
and nothing in the world goes hurrying by
the sweetest hours are the ones we don't confess
a cup, a touch, a candle, and a sigh
and nothing in the world goes hurrying by
so let the evening pour us one more cup
your head upon my shoulder, look up
the taste of gold, the softness of your hair
this slow sweet nothing that we love to share
your head upon my shoulder, look up
the taste of gold, the softness of your hair
this slow sweet nothing that we love to share
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
salt and sugar and the evening glow
coffee on your breath and sun on your skin
omaneo, let the slow warm summer in
salt and sugar and the evening glow
coffee on your breath and sun on your skin
omaneo, let the slow warm summer in
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... hold me slow...
let the slow warm summer in...
let the slow warm summer in...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 10
Cada Gole Uma Declaração
Das RitualIn hohlen Händen getragen – Kaffee als leise Liebeserklärung.
deixa comigo... eu faço pra ti...
moo o grão devagar, é quase uma oração
a água no ponto, o aroma na mão
despejo em círculos, lento, com amor
cada gota um cuidado, cada gesto um favor
te trago a xícara ainda dormindo na cama
tu abres os olhos e o dia se derrama
a água no ponto, o aroma na mão
despejo em círculos, lento, com amor
cada gota um cuidado, cada gesto um favor
te trago a xícara ainda dormindo na cama
tu abres os olhos e o dia se derrama
dame un momento, deixa eu te servir devagar
É pra ti, o-ma-né-o
o ritual, o aroma e o brilho da manhã
feito à mão, com carinho e calor
omaneo, cada gole é uma declaração
o ritual, o aroma e o brilho da manhã
feito à mão, com carinho e calor
omaneo, cada gole é uma declaração
um beijo na testa enquanto a xícara esfria
te olho beber e o mundo se alinha
mi amor, no hay prisa, deixa o tempo passar
só tu, só eu, só esse devagar
o vinho de ontem ainda mora no ar
e eu faria isso a vida inteira sem cansar
te olho beber e o mundo se alinha
mi amor, no hay prisa, deixa o tempo passar
só tu, só eu, só esse devagar
o vinho de ontem ainda mora no ar
e eu faria isso a vida inteira sem cansar
dame un momento, deixa o mundo ir devagar
É pra ti, o-ma-né-o
o ritual, o aroma e o brilho da manhã
feito à mão, com carinho e calor
omaneo, cada gole é uma declaração
o ritual, o aroma e o brilho da manhã
feito à mão, com carinho e calor
omaneo, cada gole é uma declaração
cada aroma é uma porta pra uma noite que vivi
café, pele e vela acesa, e tu
fazer teu café é dizer eu te amo
sem palavra nenhuma, só vapor e cuidado
café, pele e vela acesa, e tu
fazer teu café é dizer eu te amo
sem palavra nenhuma, só vapor e cuidado
deixa a manhã levar seu tempo preguiçoso
teu coração e este café que é pra ti
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
teu coração e este café que é pra ti
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
É pra ti, o-ma-né-o
o ritual, o aroma e o brilho da manhã
feito à mão, com carinho e calor
omaneo, cada gole é uma declaração
o ritual, o aroma e o brilho da manhã
feito à mão, com carinho e calor
omaneo, cada gole é uma declaração
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... é pra ti...
cada gole é uma declaração...
cada gole é uma declaração...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 11
Me Entrego ao Mar
HingabeIn der warmen Nacht steigt der Dampf wie ein Versprechen.
vem... a noite é nossa... me entrego a ti...
o mar respira lá longe na escuridão
dois copos de vinho e a areia na mão
o café ainda quente na varanda
a brisa morna, a tua pele, a noite branda
teu ombro no meu, o tempo parou
me entrego inteiro a esse devagar
dois copos de vinho e a areia na mão
o café ainda quente na varanda
a brisa morna, a tua pele, a noite branda
teu ombro no meu, o tempo parou
me entrego inteiro a esse devagar
chega mais perto, deixa a noite nos levar
Me entrego, o-ma-né-o
o mar, a noite e o brilho do luar
tua pele na minha, o café devagar
omaneo, não deixa o amanhecer chegar
o mar, a noite e o brilho do luar
tua pele na minha, o café devagar
omaneo, não deixa o amanhecer chegar
tu me contas segredos que a maré já sabia
o jeito que a noite nos deita na areia
sinto o sal ainda quente na tua boca
um sul bem lento, um coração que se entrega
o disco toca baixo, a gente quase não se move
duas sombras mornas achando o seu compasso
o jeito que a noite nos deita na areia
sinto o sal ainda quente na tua boca
um sul bem lento, um coração que se entrega
o disco toca baixo, a gente quase não se move
duas sombras mornas achando o seu compasso
chega mais perto, deixa o mundo ir embora
Me entrego, o-ma-né-o
o mar, a noite e o brilho do luar
tua pele na minha, o café devagar
omaneo, não deixa o amanhecer chegar
o mar, a noite e o brilho do luar
tua pele na minha, o café devagar
omaneo, não deixa o amanhecer chegar
cada sabor é uma porta pro teu nome
café, vinho e vela, tudo a mesma coisa
me dá a maré e me dá a tua pele
deixa a noite inteira vir se derramando
café, vinho e vela, tudo a mesma coisa
me dá a maré e me dá a tua pele
deixa a noite inteira vir se derramando
deixa a noite levar o tempo que quiser
teu coração, o mar e eu
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
teu coração, o mar e eu
o gosto de ouro, a maciez do teu cabelo
esse doce nada que a gente ama demais
Me entrego, o-ma-né-o
o mar, a noite e o brilho do luar
tua pele na minha, o café devagar
omaneo, não deixa o amanhecer chegar
o mar, a noite e o brilho do luar
tua pele na minha, o café devagar
omaneo, não deixa o amanhecer chegar
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... me entrego...
não deixa o amanhecer chegar...
não deixa o amanhecer chegar...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 12
Crumbs and Coffee
Fauler MorgenNoch eine Stunde im Bett, noch ein Duft von frischen Bohnen.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 13
Let Me Warm Your Hands
WinterwärmeEine warme Tasse zwischen kalten Händen – die Kälte bleibt draußen.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Bossa Nova · Lied 14
The Last Sip
Der letzte SchluckGanz still, bevor der Abend sich schlafen legt.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Port of Spain, Trinidad und Tobago · 19.–20. Jahrhundert
Musikrichtung 05 von 28
Caribbean
Port of Spain, Trinidad und Tobago
Der Calypso und die Klänge der Karibik entstanden im 19. Jahrhundert auf Trinidad, wo afrokaribische Sänger aus westafrikanischen Wurzeln eine eigene, rhythmisch pulsierende Tradition schufen. Die Inseln sind seit jeher Heimat tropischer Genüsse und feiner Kaffee-Anbaugebiete. Zu diesem warmen, tänzerischen Puls passt für omaneo ein Kaffee von sonniger Leichtigkeit.
↓ die Lieder
Caribbean · Lied 01
Sunrise in Your Eyes
Der erste SchluckMorgenlicht auf der Haut, Gold in der Tasse.
Mmm, the light is on your shoulder, love
soft steel pan drifting like the morning tide
soft steel pan drifting like the morning tide
The kettle hums, the island wakes so slow
your sleepy skin still warm against my own
I pour the dark, I watch the ribbon rise
the first hot sip, the sunrise in your eyes
your sleepy skin still warm against my own
I pour the dark, I watch the ribbon rise
the first hot sip, the sunrise in your eyes
And oh, the steam, it curls between us two
one breath of gold, one taste of me and you
one breath of gold, one taste of me and you
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your lazy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my arms around your world I hold
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your lazy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my arms around your world I hold
The shaker whispers under palm and breeze
I bring the cup, I fall down to my knees
you lift it close, you kiss the rim so slow
and every drop remembers where we go
I bring the cup, I fall down to my knees
you lift it close, you kiss the rim so slow
and every drop remembers where we go
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your lazy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my arms around your world I hold
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your lazy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my arms around your world I hold
No hurry here, the day can wait outside
just you, just me, just steam and salt and tide
the espresso dark, your mouth a shade of wine
one sip, one touch, and all the morning's mine
just you, just me, just steam and salt and tide
the espresso dark, your mouth a shade of wine
one sip, one touch, and all the morning's mine
The congas breathe, the light turns amber-warm
I trace the coffee heat across your form
you laugh so low, you pull me back to bed
with roasted gold still lingering unsaid
I trace the coffee heat across your form
you laugh so low, you pull me back to bed
with roasted gold still lingering unsaid
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your lazy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my arms around your world I hold
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your lazy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my arms around your world I hold
Sip it slow, my love, o-ma-né-o
the island's waking, but we stay real slow
the island's waking, but we stay real slow
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Caribbean · Lied 02
The Water Turns to Wine
Zwei in der DämmerungBernsteinwarm glüht die Stunde, die uns gehört.
The sun bows down into the sea
two glasses catching the last of the gold
two glasses catching the last of the gold
The dusk comes soft, the water turns to wine
I pour for you, your fingers laced through mine
the steel pan sighs across the cooling sand
two glasses raised, your knee against my hand
I pour for you, your fingers laced through mine
the steel pan sighs across the cooling sand
two glasses raised, your knee against my hand
And oh, the red, it trembles in the light
one sip of dusk before we own the night
one sip of dusk before we own the night
Drink it slow, o-ma-né-o
two glasses lifted in the sunset glow
the wine, the coffee, the warmth you know
omaneo, and everywhere I want to go
two glasses lifted in the sunset glow
the wine, the coffee, the warmth you know
omaneo, and everywhere I want to go
The bass moves low beneath the darkening tide
you lean to me, there's nothing left to hide
a coffee kiss still hiding on my tongue
the night's not old, the two of us stay young
you lean to me, there's nothing left to hide
a coffee kiss still hiding on my tongue
the night's not old, the two of us stay young
Drink it slow, o-ma-né-o
two glasses lifted in the sunset glow
the wine, the coffee, the warmth you know
omaneo, and everywhere I want to go
two glasses lifted in the sunset glow
the wine, the coffee, the warmth you know
omaneo, and everywhere I want to go
We toast the dark, we toast the salt and heat
your laughter spills, your heartbeat finds my beat
one glass of wine, one cup of roasted night
we drink them both and drown in candlelight
your laughter spills, your heartbeat finds my beat
one glass of wine, one cup of roasted night
we drink them both and drown in candlelight
The palms go still, the island holds its breath
your shoulder bare, your perfume soft as death
I taste the dusk, I taste the sea, the vine
and every hour that turns your love to mine
your shoulder bare, your perfume soft as death
I taste the dusk, I taste the sea, the vine
and every hour that turns your love to mine
Drink it slow, o-ma-né-o
two glasses lifted in the sunset glow
the wine, the coffee, the warmth you know
omaneo, and everywhere I want to go
two glasses lifted in the sunset glow
the wine, the coffee, the warmth you know
omaneo, and everywhere I want to go
The last of light, o-ma-né-o
two glasses empty, and we stay real slow
two glasses empty, and we stay real slow
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Caribbean · Lied 03
One Palm, One Pulse
Hände über dem TischZwischen den Fingern wächst, was kein Wort braucht.
Two cups between us, cooling in the night
your hand just inches from the candlelight
your hand just inches from the candlelight
The table's small, the room is warm and dim
the coffee steams along the china rim
you reach for sugar, but you find my skin
your fingers stay, and that's where we begin
the coffee steams along the china rim
you reach for sugar, but you find my skin
your fingers stay, and that's where we begin
And oh, the touch, it travels up my arm
one open hand, one slow and quiet charm
one open hand, one slow and quiet charm
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
your hand in mine and the coffee glow
the words unsaid but the heart still knows
omaneo, across the table where love grows
your hand in mine and the coffee glow
the words unsaid but the heart still knows
omaneo, across the table where love grows
The steel pan hums like something half asleep
your thumb draws circles, slow and low and deep
the espresso cools, we let it, we don't care
there's only heat inside the space we share
your thumb draws circles, slow and low and deep
the espresso cools, we let it, we don't care
there's only heat inside the space we share
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
your hand in mine and the coffee glow
the words unsaid but the heart still knows
omaneo, across the table where love grows
your hand in mine and the coffee glow
the words unsaid but the heart still knows
omaneo, across the table where love grows
No need to speak, our hands can say the rest
one palm, one pulse, one heartbeat in my chest
the candle low, the island night so wide
but all my world is here on this one side
one palm, one pulse, one heartbeat in my chest
the candle low, the island night so wide
but all my world is here on this one side
You lift my hand, you press it to your mouth
a coffee kiss, and everything goes south
the congas breathe, the shaker keeps it slow
and neither one of us will let it go
a coffee kiss, and everything goes south
the congas breathe, the shaker keeps it slow
and neither one of us will let it go
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
your hand in mine and the coffee glow
the words unsaid but the heart still knows
omaneo, across the table where love grows
your hand in mine and the coffee glow
the words unsaid but the heart still knows
omaneo, across the table where love grows
Just hold me now, o-ma-né-o
two hands, one candle, and the coffee glow
two hands, one candle, and the coffee glow
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Caribbean · Lied 04
Cocoa Dust and Coffee
Bittersüßer KussEin Hauch Kakao, dunkel und weich wie deine Lippen.
Bitter and sweet, the way I love it best
your mouth still dark from the coffee and the rest
your mouth still dark from the coffee and the rest
A square of cocoa melting on your tongue
the night is deep, the record softly sung
I taste the roast, I taste the seventy per cent
the steel pan drips like something heaven-sent
the night is deep, the record softly sung
I taste the roast, I taste the seventy per cent
the steel pan drips like something heaven-sent
And oh, the sweet, it turns to something more
one kiss of dark and I am on the floor
one kiss of dark and I am on the floor
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark chocolate mouth and the coffee glow
the bitter gold and the sweet you owe
omaneo, don't ever let my body go
dark chocolate mouth and the coffee glow
the bitter gold and the sweet you owe
omaneo, don't ever let my body go
The congas hum beneath the ceiling fan
your fingertips leave cocoa on my hand
the espresso waits, forgotten on the tray
your kiss is dark and takes my breath away
your fingertips leave cocoa on my hand
the espresso waits, forgotten on the tray
your kiss is dark and takes my breath away
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark chocolate mouth and the coffee glow
the bitter gold and the sweet you owe
omaneo, don't ever let my body go
dark chocolate mouth and the coffee glow
the bitter gold and the sweet you owe
omaneo, don't ever let my body go
So bittersweet, the way the good things are
a square of night, a cup, a quiet star
I'd trade the sun for one more taste of this
your dark, your warm, your slow chocolate kiss
a square of night, a cup, a quiet star
I'd trade the sun for one more taste of this
your dark, your warm, your slow chocolate kiss
The shaker sighs, the island turns to blue
there's cocoa dust and coffee, me and you
you pull me close, you whisper something low
and every sweetness melts and starts to glow
there's cocoa dust and coffee, me and you
you pull me close, you whisper something low
and every sweetness melts and starts to glow
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark chocolate mouth and the coffee glow
the bitter gold and the sweet you owe
omaneo, don't ever let my body go
dark chocolate mouth and the coffee glow
the bitter gold and the sweet you owe
omaneo, don't ever let my body go
One more, one more, o-ma-né-o
dark chocolate kisses in the coffee glow
dark chocolate kisses in the coffee glow
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Caribbean · Lied 05
The Palms Begin to Sway
Regen am FensterDraußen die Kälte, drinnen zwei Hände und Wärme.
The rain comes soft across the island glass
two cups of warm and the hours letting pass
two cups of warm and the hours letting pass
The storm rolls in, the palms begin to sway
we let the whole grey afternoon just stay
the coffee's hot, the blanket's on the floor
your skin is warm, I couldn't ask for more
we let the whole grey afternoon just stay
the coffee's hot, the blanket's on the floor
your skin is warm, I couldn't ask for more
And oh, the rain, it drums a lazy tune
our own warm world inside a rainy room
our own warm world inside a rainy room
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the coffee glow
your head, my chest, and the warmth we know
omaneo, and I never want to go
the rain outside and the coffee glow
your head, my chest, and the warmth we know
omaneo, and I never want to go
The steel pan drips like water on the pane
the bass rolls low beneath the falling rain
I hold the cup, you hold on to my arm
the world is wet, but here we're safe and warm
the bass rolls low beneath the falling rain
I hold the cup, you hold on to my arm
the world is wet, but here we're safe and warm
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the coffee glow
your head, my chest, and the warmth we know
omaneo, and I never want to go
the rain outside and the coffee glow
your head, my chest, and the warmth we know
omaneo, and I never want to go
Let it pour, let it wash the whole world clean
we'll stay right here inside this warm between
your breath, my skin, the coffee going cold
some rainy hours are worth their weight in gold
we'll stay right here inside this warm between
your breath, my skin, the coffee going cold
some rainy hours are worth their weight in gold
The congas breathe, the storm begins to fade
but we don't move from the warmth that we have made
one more slow sip, one kiss along your neck
the rain, the roast, and nothing left to check
but we don't move from the warmth that we have made
one more slow sip, one kiss along your neck
the rain, the roast, and nothing left to check
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the coffee glow
your head, my chest, and the warmth we know
omaneo, and I never want to go
the rain outside and the coffee glow
your head, my chest, and the warmth we know
omaneo, and I never want to go
Let it rain, love, o-ma-né-o
we've got our warm and the coffee glow
we've got our warm and the coffee glow
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Caribbean · Lied 06
Barefoot Dance in Moonlight
Langsamer TanzEin einziges Licht, ein warmer Strahl – wir wiegen uns still.
The radio hums, the coffee's on the stove
your hand finds mine, and we begin to move
your hand finds mine, and we begin to move
No lights but one, the tiles are cool and bare
the kettle sings, there's roasted gold in the air
you take my waist, we sway without a plan
a kitchen floor, a woman and a man
the kettle sings, there's roasted gold in the air
you take my waist, we sway without a plan
a kitchen floor, a woman and a man
And oh, we turn so slow beneath the light
one barefoot dance in the middle of the night
one barefoot dance in the middle of the night
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
the kettle warm and the coffee glow
your hips, my hands, and the rhythm slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
the kettle warm and the coffee glow
your hips, my hands, and the rhythm slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
The steel pan drifts from somewhere down the hall
your cheek to mine, we barely move at all
the espresso waits, the moon is on the sill
we sway and sway, the whole house going still
your cheek to mine, we barely move at all
the espresso waits, the moon is on the sill
we sway and sway, the whole house going still
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
the kettle warm and the coffee glow
your hips, my hands, and the rhythm slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
the kettle warm and the coffee glow
your hips, my hands, and the rhythm slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
No stage, no crowd, just cupboards and the moon
two coffee cups and one forgotten tune
your heartbeat's close, it keeps the only beat
a kitchen floor beneath our tangled feet
two coffee cups and one forgotten tune
your heartbeat's close, it keeps the only beat
a kitchen floor beneath our tangled feet
The congas hush, the shaker keeps it low
you hum along, you sway from side to slow
I dip you back, I bring you up so near
the coffee's cold but I don't even care
you hum along, you sway from side to slow
I dip you back, I bring you up so near
the coffee's cold but I don't even care
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
the kettle warm and the coffee glow
your hips, my hands, and the rhythm slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
the kettle warm and the coffee glow
your hips, my hands, and the rhythm slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
One more turn, love, o-ma-né-o
just you, the kitchen, and the coffee glow
just you, the kitchen, and the coffee glow
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Caribbean · Lied 07
Watch the Crema Rise
Für dich gemachtGemahlenes Gold – ein kleines Ritual voller Liebe.
Before you wake, I'm already awake
grinding the dark for the one that I would keep
grinding the dark for the one that I would keep
I know your cup, I know the way you take it
a little sweet, and never overshake it
I warm the milk, I watch the crema rise
I make it slow before you open your eyes
a little sweet, and never overshake it
I warm the milk, I watch the crema rise
I make it slow before you open your eyes
And oh, the smell, it drifts into the room
one quiet gift beneath the morning's bloom
one quiet gift beneath the morning's bloom
Made for you, o-ma-né-o
the perfect cup and the morning glow
the little things that only lovers know
omaneo, it's how I let my whole heart show
the perfect cup and the morning glow
the little things that only lovers know
omaneo, it's how I let my whole heart show
The steel pan hums where the island morning starts
I carry it in with both my careful hands and heart
you stretch and smile, you reach out for the cup
and every day I'd wake to fill it up
I carry it in with both my careful hands and heart
you stretch and smile, you reach out for the cup
and every day I'd wake to fill it up
Made for you, o-ma-né-o
the perfect cup and the morning glow
the little things that only lovers know
omaneo, it's how I let my whole heart show
the perfect cup and the morning glow
the little things that only lovers know
omaneo, it's how I let my whole heart show
It's not the coffee, love, you know it's not
it's every drop of everything I've got
a cup, a kiss, the way I say I care
a little ritual we always share
it's every drop of everything I've got
a cup, a kiss, the way I say I care
a little ritual we always share
The congas breathe, the sunlight finds your face
you taste it slow, you say I hit the place
I sit with you, my knee against your own
two cups of gold, and neither one alone
you taste it slow, you say I hit the place
I sit with you, my knee against your own
two cups of gold, and neither one alone
Made for you, o-ma-né-o
the perfect cup and the morning glow
the little things that only lovers know
omaneo, it's how I let my whole heart show
the perfect cup and the morning glow
the little things that only lovers know
omaneo, it's how I let my whole heart show
Every day, love, o-ma-né-o
I'll make your coffee in the morning glow
I'll make your coffee in the morning glow
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Caribbean · Lied 08
The Window Full of Sea
Der Duft, der dich zurückbringtEin Atemzug Gold im Morgenlicht – und die Jahre kehren heim.
One breath of roast and the years fall away
you're standing here, though you're a world away
you're standing here, though you're a world away
I lift the cup and the memory arrives
the little kitchen where we spent our lives
the coffee dark, the window full of sea
one scent, and suddenly you're back with me
the little kitchen where we spent our lives
the coffee dark, the window full of sea
one scent, and suddenly you're back with me
And oh, the smell, it opens up a door
one breath of gold and I'm with you once more
one breath of gold and I'm with you once more
Come back to me, o-ma-né-o
one scent of coffee and the years still glow
the warmth, the touch that my body knows
omaneo, the smell that brings you back so slow
one scent of coffee and the years still glow
the warmth, the touch that my body knows
omaneo, the smell that brings you back so slow
The steel pan drifts like something half-recalled
the espresso rises and I feel it all
the way you laughed, the way you held my face
one cup can carry me back to that place
the espresso rises and I feel it all
the way you laughed, the way you held my face
one cup can carry me back to that place
Come back to me, o-ma-né-o
one scent of coffee and the years still glow
the warmth, the touch that my body knows
omaneo, the smell that brings you back so slow
one scent of coffee and the years still glow
the warmth, the touch that my body knows
omaneo, the smell that brings you back so slow
They say a scent can hold a whole life still
one roasted breath, and time can bend its will
so pour me deep, let the memory unfold
the taste, the warmth, the arms I used to hold
one roasted breath, and time can bend its will
so pour me deep, let the memory unfold
the taste, the warmth, the arms I used to hold
The congas hush, the sunset paints the wall
I close my eyes and I remember all
the coffee's warm, the ghost of you is near
one scent, and love, you're standing right here
I close my eyes and I remember all
the coffee's warm, the ghost of you is near
one scent, and love, you're standing right here
Come back to me, o-ma-né-o
one scent of coffee and the years still glow
the warmth, the touch that my body knows
omaneo, the smell that brings you back so slow
one scent of coffee and the years still glow
the warmth, the touch that my body knows
omaneo, the smell that brings you back so slow
One more breath, love, o-ma-né-o
the scent of coffee and the years still glow
the scent of coffee and the years still glow
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Caribbean · Lied 09
Two Hands, One Flame
Kochen zu zweitWein, Gewürz und Kaffee – die wärmste Nähe, die ich kenne.
The garlic sings, the wine is on the board
two glasses poured, the coffee kept for later
two glasses poured, the coffee kept for later
You stir the pot, I lean against your back
the spices bloom, the kitchen's warm and black
we taste the sauce from off the wooden spoon
the island night comes drifting through the room
the spices bloom, the kitchen's warm and black
we taste the sauce from off the wooden spoon
the island night comes drifting through the room
And oh, the steam, it wraps around us two
one shared warm meal, one slow and simple crew
one shared warm meal, one slow and simple crew
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the spice, and the coffee glow
two hands, one flame, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest place I'll ever know
the wine, the spice, and the coffee glow
two hands, one flame, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest place I'll ever know
The steel pan hums where the pepper meets the heat
you feed me slow, it's almost too sweet
we sip the wine, we save the roast for last
the whole warm evening moving slow, not fast
you feed me slow, it's almost too sweet
we sip the wine, we save the roast for last
the whole warm evening moving slow, not fast
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the spice, and the coffee glow
two hands, one flame, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest place I'll ever know
the wine, the spice, and the coffee glow
two hands, one flame, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest place I'll ever know
No restaurant sea, no candles set for show
just you, this pot, and everything we know
a stolen kiss above the simmering pot
a little life, and love, it's all we've got
just you, this pot, and everything we know
a stolen kiss above the simmering pot
a little life, and love, it's all we've got
The congas breathe, the plates come to the light
we eat so close beneath the kitchen night
and after all, I brew the coffee slow
two cups to end the warmth we made and grow
we eat so close beneath the kitchen night
and after all, I brew the coffee slow
two cups to end the warmth we made and grow
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the spice, and the coffee glow
two hands, one flame, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest place I'll ever know
the wine, the spice, and the coffee glow
two hands, one flame, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest place I'll ever know
One more plate, love, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the coffee, and the kitchen glow
the wine, the coffee, and the kitchen glow
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Caribbean · Lied 10
Salt on Your Skin
Sommer auf deinen LippenGeröstetes Gold, warm wie ein langer, fauler Sommertag.
The heat comes down, the sea is turning gold
your mouth is warm and tastes of everything
your mouth is warm and tastes of everything
The summer hangs so heavy on the air
salt on your skin and sunlight in your hair
I kiss you slow, I taste the day, the sea
the iced dark coffee sweating next to me
salt on your skin and sunlight in your hair
I kiss you slow, I taste the day, the sea
the iced dark coffee sweating next to me
And oh, the warmth, it lingers on your lip
one taste of gold, one long and lazy sip
one taste of gold, one long and lazy sip
Summer slow, o-ma-né-o
your sun-warm lips and the coffee glow
the salt, the sweet, and the heat I know
omaneo, and I never want to let it go
your sun-warm lips and the coffee glow
the salt, the sweet, and the heat I know
omaneo, and I never want to let it go
The steel pan drifts across the burning sand
you press the cold cup gently to my hand
we share the ice, the coffee and the sun
the summer's long, but we don't want it done
you press the cold cup gently to my hand
we share the ice, the coffee and the sun
the summer's long, but we don't want it done
Summer slow, o-ma-né-o
your sun-warm lips and the coffee glow
the salt, the sweet, and the heat I know
omaneo, and I never want to let it go
your sun-warm lips and the coffee glow
the salt, the sweet, and the heat I know
omaneo, and I never want to let it go
One endless day, the light won't ever fade
two lovers slow beneath the palm-tree shade
a taste of summer melting on your tongue
the coffee cold, the two of us stay young
two lovers slow beneath the palm-tree shade
a taste of summer melting on your tongue
the coffee cold, the two of us stay young
The congas hush, the tide comes rolling in
I taste the season on your sunburnt skin
one kiss, one sip, the whole warm world stands still
the summer's yours, and love, it always will
I taste the season on your sunburnt skin
one kiss, one sip, the whole warm world stands still
the summer's yours, and love, it always will
Summer slow, o-ma-né-o
your sun-warm lips and the coffee glow
the salt, the sweet, and the heat I know
omaneo, and I never want to let it go
your sun-warm lips and the coffee glow
the salt, the sweet, and the heat I know
omaneo, and I never want to let it go
One more kiss, love, o-ma-né-o
the summer's on your lips and the coffee glow
the summer's on your lips and the coffee glow
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Caribbean · Lied 11
Across the Darkened Bay
Ganz und gar deinEin Herz aus Milch – nichts bleibt zurück, alles gehört dir.
Take it all, there's nothing left to keep
my open hands, my coffee and my heart
my open hands, my coffee and my heart
I hold nothing back, I never learned the art
of guarding walls around a beating heart
you have my mornings and my roasted gold
you have my hands, my nights, my growing old
of guarding walls around a beating heart
you have my mornings and my roasted gold
you have my hands, my nights, my growing old
And oh, I'm yours, from every cup we share
one full surrender, love, beyond compare
one full surrender, love, beyond compare
All of me, o-ma-né-o
my heart, my hands, and the coffee glow
there's nothing left that I wouldn't show
omaneo, take everything I have to know
my heart, my hands, and the coffee glow
there's nothing left that I wouldn't show
omaneo, take everything I have to know
The steel pan sings across the darkened bay
I give you every hour, every day
the espresso warm, my body and my name
you take it all, and I would give the same
I give you every hour, every day
the espresso warm, my body and my name
you take it all, and I would give the same
All of me, o-ma-né-o
my heart, my hands, and the coffee glow
there's nothing left that I wouldn't show
omaneo, take everything I have to know
my heart, my hands, and the coffee glow
there's nothing left that I wouldn't show
omaneo, take everything I have to know
No half, no held, no careful little wall
I pour it out, I give you all of all
the coffee dark, the wine, the salt, the sea
whatever's mine already belongs to thee
I pour it out, I give you all of all
the coffee dark, the wine, the salt, the sea
whatever's mine already belongs to thee
The congas breathe, the island holds us close
you take my hand, you take the part that's most
one cup, one kiss, one endless quiet yes
I'm yours entire, in warmth and nothing less
you take my hand, you take the part that's most
one cup, one kiss, one endless quiet yes
I'm yours entire, in warmth and nothing less
All of me, o-ma-né-o
my heart, my hands, and the coffee glow
there's nothing left that I wouldn't show
omaneo, take everything I have to know
my heart, my hands, and the coffee glow
there's nothing left that I wouldn't show
omaneo, take everything I have to know
Take it all, love, o-ma-né-o
my heart, my coffee, and the warm slow glow
my heart, my coffee, and the warm slow glow
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Caribbean · Lied 12
Honey in the Sun
Frühstück im BettMorgenlicht, Kaffeeduft und keine Eile auf der ganzen Welt.
The tray comes in, the coffee and the sun
crumbs on the sheets and nowhere left to run
crumbs on the sheets and nowhere left to run
The morning's ours, the world can wait outside
I bring the tray, I set it by your side
warm bread and gold, the coffee steaming slow
we've got no plans, and nowhere else to go
I bring the tray, I set it by your side
warm bread and gold, the coffee steaming slow
we've got no plans, and nowhere else to go
And oh, the light, it spills across the bed
one lazy morning, kisses, crumbs, and bread
one lazy morning, kisses, crumbs, and bread
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
warm bread and coffee and the morning glow
your sleepy laugh and the crumbs we throw
omaneo, the sweetest morning that I know
warm bread and coffee and the morning glow
your sleepy laugh and the crumbs we throw
omaneo, the sweetest morning that I know
The steel pan drifts through curtains half undrawn
we feed each other, and we greet the dawn
a butter kiss, a coffee on your chin
I wipe it slow, and then we start again
we feed each other, and we greet the dawn
a butter kiss, a coffee on your chin
I wipe it slow, and then we start again
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
warm bread and coffee and the morning glow
your sleepy laugh and the crumbs we throw
omaneo, the sweetest morning that I know
warm bread and coffee and the morning glow
your sleepy laugh and the crumbs we throw
omaneo, the sweetest morning that I know
So let the crumbs just scatter where they fall
this lazy morning's better than them all
the coffee cools, we don't get up to run
just tangled sheets and honey in the sun
this lazy morning's better than them all
the coffee cools, we don't get up to run
just tangled sheets and honey in the sun
The shaker whispers soft against the day
you steal my toast and laugh and roll away
I chase you back across the rumpled bed
the coffee waits, forgotten, warm, unread
you steal my toast and laugh and roll away
I chase you back across the rumpled bed
the coffee waits, forgotten, warm, unread
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
warm bread and coffee and the morning glow
your sleepy laugh and the crumbs we throw
omaneo, the sweetest morning that I know
warm bread and coffee and the morning glow
your sleepy laugh and the crumbs we throw
omaneo, the sweetest morning that I know
Don't get up, love, o-ma-né-o
just crumbs and coffee in the morning glow
just crumbs and coffee in the morning glow
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Caribbean · Lied 13
A Warm December
WinterhändeEine warme Tasse zwischen kalten Fingern – der Winter wird weich.
Your hands are cold, come warm them here with me
the cup between us, steaming quietly
the cup between us, steaming quietly
The winter came, the island turned to grey
I hold your fingers, chase the chill away
the coffee's warm, I wrap your hands around
your cold, my heat, no colder to be found
I hold your fingers, chase the chill away
the coffee's warm, I wrap your hands around
your cold, my heat, no colder to be found
And oh, the steam, it rises soft and slow
one warm cup held between us in the cold
one warm cup held between us in the cold
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o
the cup between us and the coffee glow
your cold, my heat, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest thing the winter knows
the cup between us and the coffee glow
your cold, my heat, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest thing the winter knows
The steel pan hums though the palms are bare
the blanket's close, there's roast upon the air
I breathe on your fingers, kiss them one by one
the winter's long, but here it comes undone
the blanket's close, there's roast upon the air
I breathe on your fingers, kiss them one by one
the winter's long, but here it comes undone
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o
the cup between us and the coffee glow
your cold, my heat, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest thing the winter knows
the cup between us and the coffee glow
your cold, my heat, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest thing the winter knows
Let winter howl against the shutter's beat
we've got the coffee and each other's heat
your hands in mine, the cup a little sun
a warm December for the frozen ones
we've got the coffee and each other's heat
your hands in mine, the cup a little sun
a warm December for the frozen ones
The congas breathe, the candle's burning low
you press the warm cup close and let it glow
I pull you in beneath the heavy throw
your cold hands warm, and we don't want to go
you press the warm cup close and let it glow
I pull you in beneath the heavy throw
your cold hands warm, and we don't want to go
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o
the cup between us and the coffee glow
your cold, my heat, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest thing the winter knows
the cup between us and the coffee glow
your cold, my heat, and the love we grow
omaneo, the warmest thing the winter knows
Keep them warm, love, o-ma-né-o
your hands, the cup, and the coffee glow
your hands, the cup, and the coffee glow
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Caribbean · Lied 14
Coffee-Colored Light
Der letzte SchluckEin stiller Schluck, ein Atemzug – und sanft hinüber in die Nacht.
The house is still, the last light burning low
one final cup before we let it go
one final cup before we let it go
The day is done, the island's fast asleep
one last warm sip, a quiet love to keep
the coffee's soft, the decaf and the dark
your head on me, and stilling every spark
one last warm sip, a quiet love to keep
the coffee's soft, the decaf and the dark
your head on me, and stilling every spark
And oh, the calm, it settles like the tide
one last slow drink with you here by my side
one last slow drink with you here by my side
One last sip, o-ma-né-o
the quiet night and the coffee glow
your breathing slow and the warmth I know
omaneo, into the dark we softly go
the quiet night and the coffee glow
your breathing slow and the warmth I know
omaneo, into the dark we softly go
The steel pan fades to almost nothing now
the shaker hushes, whispering somehow
we share the cup, we pass it slow between
the softest end to all the day has been
the shaker hushes, whispering somehow
we share the cup, we pass it slow between
the softest end to all the day has been
One last sip, o-ma-né-o
the quiet night and the coffee glow
your breathing slow and the warmth I know
omaneo, into the dark we softly go
the quiet night and the coffee glow
your breathing slow and the warmth I know
omaneo, into the dark we softly go
No more to do, no hurry and no sound
just two warm hearts on this quiet ground
the coffee low, the candle almost gone
we drink the calm and let the night go on
just two warm hearts on this quiet ground
the coffee low, the candle almost gone
we drink the calm and let the night go on
The congas hush, your eyes begin to close
I kiss your hair, the last warm ember glows
one final drop, one whisper, one goodnight
we drift away in coffee-colored light
I kiss your hair, the last warm ember glows
one final drop, one whisper, one goodnight
we drift away in coffee-colored light
One last sip, o-ma-né-o
the quiet night and the coffee glow
your breathing slow and the warmth I know
omaneo, into the dark we softly go
the quiet night and the coffee glow
your breathing slow and the warmth I know
omaneo, into the dark we softly go
Goodnight, my love, o-ma-né-o
the last warm sip and the coffee glow
the last warm sip and the coffee glow
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Paris, Frankreich · frühes 20. Jahrhundert
Musikrichtung 06 von 28
Chanson
Paris, Frankreich
Das Chanson ist die musikalische Seele von Paris, in den Cabarets und Cafés der Stadt seit dem frühen 20. Jahrhundert zur Kunstform gereift — erzählend, elegant, dem Wort verpflichtet. Kaum ein Ort ist so mit dem Café verbunden wie die Pariser Terrasse, wo der café crème und das Lied seit je zusammengehören. Für omaneo steht dieser Klang für kultivierten Genuss und die Kunst des Verweilens.
↓ die Lieder
Chanson · Lied 01
Deux Tasses Avant l'Heure
Der erste SchluckSonne, Dampf und leises Erwachen
Mmm... bonjour, mon amour...
La lumière se pose douce sur ta peau
je bouge tout bas, je ne fais pas de mot
la cafetière soupire, elle connaît mon cœur
deux petites tasses avant la moindre heure
le parfum monte, sombre et velouté
un souvenir de chaque nuit passée
je bouge tout bas, je ne fais pas de mot
la cafetière soupire, elle connaît mon cœur
deux petites tasses avant la moindre heure
le parfum monte, sombre et velouté
un souvenir de chaque nuit passée
Je pourrais me noyer dans ce calme et sa vapeur
Verse-le lent, o-ma-né-o
le premier café et le matin si beau
ton demi-sourire, le goût de l'or
omaneo, le monde entier dort dans mes bras encore
le premier café et le matin si beau
ton demi-sourire, le goût de l'or
omaneo, le monde entier dort dans mes bras encore
Tu te retournes, tes cheveux défaits
moitié un rêve, moitié le jour qui naît
je trace le matin le long de ton dos
amer et doux, tes lèvres tout contre ma peau
le vin murmure encore de la veille
et je veux ce lent pour toujours, ô merveille
moitié un rêve, moitié le jour qui naît
je trace le matin le long de ton dos
amer et doux, tes lèvres tout contre ma peau
le vin murmure encore de la veille
et je veux ce lent pour toujours, ô merveille
Je pourrais rester là où le monde entier se meurt
Verse-le lent, o-ma-né-o
le premier café et le matin si beau
ton demi-sourire, le goût de l'or
omaneo, le monde entier dort dans mes bras encore
le premier café et le matin si beau
ton demi-sourire, le goût de l'or
omaneo, le monde entier dort dans mes bras encore
Chaque parfum, une porte vers un soir connu
café, ta peau, la bougie, et toi, mon inconnu
je ne veux rien du dehors, rien du bruit
que la vapeur, la caresse, le lent parfum de nuit
café, ta peau, la bougie, et toi, mon inconnu
je ne veux rien du dehors, rien du bruit
que la vapeur, la caresse, le lent parfum de nuit
Alors laisse au matin son temps paresseux
ton cœur qui bat et ce café frileux
une gorgée de plus, un baiser à donner
c'est ainsi qu'un homme est né pour aimer
ton cœur qui bat et ce café frileux
une gorgée de plus, un baiser à donner
c'est ainsi qu'un homme est né pour aimer
Verse-le lent, o-ma-né-o
le premier café et le matin si beau
ton demi-sourire, le goût de l'or
omaneo, le monde entier dort dans mes bras encore
le premier café et le matin si beau
ton demi-sourire, le goût de l'or
omaneo, le monde entier dort dans mes bras encore
Mmm... omaneo... verse-le lent...
le premier café et le matin si beau...
le premier café et le matin si beau...
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Chanson · Lied 02
Un Parfum Suffit
Duft von gesternEin Aroma, das Erinnerung weckt
Ferme les yeux... respire... tu te souviens...
Un arôme de café traverse le couloir
et me ramène à un très ancien soir
la même vapeur, la même petite cuiller
la même bougie qui tremble dans l'hiver
je sens ton cou, la vanille, le vin chaud
tout un été enfermé dans un mot
et me ramène à un très ancien soir
la même vapeur, la même petite cuiller
la même bougie qui tremble dans l'hiver
je sens ton cou, la vanille, le vin chaud
tout un été enfermé dans un mot
Un parfum suffit et le temps se met à pleurer
Respire-le, o-ma-né-o
le parfum d'hier et la tasse à nouveau
ton vieux manteau, le goût du cacao
omaneo, chaque odeur me rend ta peau si haut
le parfum d'hier et la tasse à nouveau
ton vieux manteau, le goût du cacao
omaneo, chaque odeur me rend ta peau si haut
Le pain qui dore, la cannelle, le miel
un geste ancien, un dimanche éternel
je te retrouve au fond d'un espresso
tes doigts, ta nuque, ton rire dans le dos
la mémoire dort dans le creux d'une saveur
et se réveille au moindre effleureur
un geste ancien, un dimanche éternel
je te retrouve au fond d'un espresso
tes doigts, ta nuque, ton rire dans le dos
la mémoire dort dans le creux d'une saveur
et se réveille au moindre effleureur
Un parfum suffit et la pièce se met à briller
Respire-le, o-ma-né-o
le parfum d'hier et la tasse à nouveau
ton vieux manteau, le goût du cacao
omaneo, chaque odeur me rend ta peau si haut
le parfum d'hier et la tasse à nouveau
ton vieux manteau, le goût du cacao
omaneo, chaque odeur me rend ta peau si haut
Chaque saveur est un couloir vers ton nom
café, cannelle, et le vin, la même chanson
donne-moi l'odeur et je te rends l'année
la bougie, la vapeur, la nuit retrouvée
café, cannelle, et le vin, la même chanson
donne-moi l'odeur et je te rends l'année
la bougie, la vapeur, la nuit retrouvée
Alors laisse au parfum le temps qu'il lui faut
ton cœur qui bat et la vapeur là-haut
ton cœur qui bat et la vapeur là-haut
Respire-le, o-ma-né-o
le parfum d'hier et la tasse à nouveau
ton vieux manteau, le goût du cacao
omaneo, chaque odeur me rend ta peau si haut
le parfum d'hier et la tasse à nouveau
ton vieux manteau, le goût du cacao
omaneo, chaque odeur me rend ta peau si haut
Mmm... omaneo... respire encore...
le parfum d'hier et la tasse à nouveau...
le parfum d'hier et la tasse à nouveau...
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Chanson · Lied 03
Deux Verres Respirent
Im AbendlichtZu zweit in die Dämmerung
Viens t'asseoir... la lumière s'en va...
Deux verres respirent sur le rebord
la ville s'adoucit et le jour s'endort
une bougie penchée, de l'or sur ton visage
et rien au monde ne prendrait ta place
le café refroidit, on laisse couler le soir
tes pieds nus posés là, sur le carrelage noir
la ville s'adoucit et le jour s'endort
une bougie penchée, de l'or sur ton visage
et rien au monde ne prendrait ta place
le café refroidit, on laisse couler le soir
tes pieds nus posés là, sur le carrelage noir
Le crépuscule descend comme un velours sur ma peau
Bois-le lent, o-ma-né-o
le vin, le sombre, la lueur d'ambre au bord de l'eau
ton demi-sourire, les mots qu'on ne dit pas
omaneo, reste avec moi, je ne te lâche pas
le vin, le sombre, la lueur d'ambre au bord de l'eau
ton demi-sourire, les mots qu'on ne dit pas
omaneo, reste avec moi, je ne te lâche pas
Tu me dis des secrets que je savais déjà
la façon qu'a le soir de nous pencher tout bas
je goûte le rouge qui vibre sur ta bouche
un sud si lent, un cœur qui se découche
le disque tourne, à peine on se déplace
deux douces ombres qui trouvent leur cadence
la façon qu'a le soir de nous pencher tout bas
je goûte le rouge qui vibre sur ta bouche
un sud si lent, un cœur qui se découche
le disque tourne, à peine on se déplace
deux douces ombres qui trouvent leur cadence
Le crépuscule descend et la pièce se met à briller
Bois-le lent, o-ma-né-o
le vin, le sombre, la lueur d'ambre au bord de l'eau
ton demi-sourire, les mots qu'on ne dit pas
omaneo, reste avec moi, je ne te lâche pas
le vin, le sombre, la lueur d'ambre au bord de l'eau
ton demi-sourire, les mots qu'on ne dit pas
omaneo, reste avec moi, je ne te lâche pas
Un verre de plus et la nuit est à nous
tа main dans la mienne, les réverbères si doux
chaque saveur est une porte vers ton nom
café, vin, et bougie, la même chanson
tа main dans la mienne, les réverbères si doux
chaque saveur est une porte vers ton nom
café, vin, et bougie, la même chanson
Alors laisse au soir tout le temps qu'il faut
ton cœur qui bat et le vin et l'écho
ton cœur qui bat et le vin et l'écho
Bois-le lent, o-ma-né-o
le vin, le sombre, la lueur d'ambre au bord de l'eau
ton demi-sourire, les mots qu'on ne dit pas
omaneo, reste avec moi, je ne te lâche pas
le vin, le sombre, la lueur d'ambre au bord de l'eau
ton demi-sourire, les mots qu'on ne dit pas
omaneo, reste avec moi, je ne te lâche pas
Mmm... omaneo... reste avec moi...
le vin, le sombre, la lueur d'ambre au bord de l'eau...
le vin, le sombre, la lueur d'ambre au bord de l'eau...
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Chanson · Lied 04
All That We Need
Drinnen warmDraußen Regen, hier nur Wärme
Listen... it's raining... come closer to me...
The rain is writing rivers down the glass
and we're not going anywhere, let it pass
two little cups are steaming on the sill
the world is grey but in here it's warm and still
your head is heavy resting on my chest
your heartbeat slow, the storm can do the rest
and we're not going anywhere, let it pass
two little cups are steaming on the sill
the world is grey but in here it's warm and still
your head is heavy resting on my chest
your heartbeat slow, the storm can do the rest
So let it pour, let it pour, we have all that we need
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the thunder's far and the blanket's pulled up tight
you trace a heart on the fog of fading light
we let the afternoon just drift and fade
two lazy shadows and the storm we made
the kettle's on for the second slow round
your sleepy laugh is my favourite sound
you trace a heart on the fog of fading light
we let the afternoon just drift and fade
two lazy shadows and the storm we made
the kettle's on for the second slow round
your sleepy laugh is my favourite sound
So let it pour, let it pour, let the whole sky bleed
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
every drop is a reason to stay right in
your warmth, the steam, and the rain on tin
give me the storm and give me your skin
let the whole grey day come pouring in
your warmth, the steam, and the rain on tin
give me the storm and give me your skin
let the whole grey day come pouring in
so let it rain until the streetlights come
your heartbeat and the storm and the hum
your heartbeat and the storm and the hum
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the candle's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
Mmm... omaneo... stay with me...
the rain outside and the candle's glow...
the rain outside and the candle's glow...
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Chanson · Lied 05
La Plus Petite Distance
Über dem TischWo Finger sich beinah berühren
Tends ta main... juste un peu plus près...
les assiettes se taisent et le vin est versé
deux petites tasses de ce qu'on a aimé
je regarde tes doigts posés tout près des miens
la plus petite distance et je ne suis plus rien sans lien
la bougie tremble quand tu commences à pencher
le plus chaud des centimètres, le plus doux fossé
deux petites tasses de ce qu'on a aimé
je regarde tes doigts posés tout près des miens
la plus petite distance et je ne suis plus rien sans lien
la bougie tremble quand tu commences à pencher
le plus chaud des centimètres, le plus doux fossé
Je traverserais cent tables juste pour te sentir
Tends ta main, o-ma-né-o
ta main, ma main, et la bougie qui glisse au bord de l'eau
le café refroidit, la nuit va lento
omaneo, ne laisse jamais partir ce tableau
ta main, ma main, et la bougie qui glisse au bord de l'eau
le café refroidit, la nuit va lento
omaneo, ne laisse jamais partir ce tableau
un pouce qui tourne lent au creux de ma peau
et chaque nerf se souvient du plus doux des mots
le souper est fini mais aucun ne se lève
on se dit tout entier rien qu'avec la sève
la vapeur monte entre nous deux, discrète
une église muette, une douce défaite
et chaque nerf se souvient du plus doux des mots
le souper est fini mais aucun ne se lève
on se dit tout entier rien qu'avec la sève
la vapeur monte entre nous deux, discrète
une église muette, une douce défaite
Je traverserais cent océans juste pour te sentir
Tends ta main, o-ma-né-o
ta main, ma main, et la bougie qui glisse au bord de l'eau
le café refroidit, la nuit va lento
omaneo, ne laisse jamais partir ce tableau
ta main, ma main, et la bougie qui glisse au bord de l'eau
le café refroidit, la nuit va lento
omaneo, ne laisse jamais partir ce tableau
la peau retient ce que les mots ont oublié
le premier frôlement qu'on n'a pas regretté
donne-moi ta paume et je te donne le monde
doigts entrelacés et la soirée qui s'inonde
le premier frôlement qu'on n'a pas regretté
donne-moi ta paume et je te donne le monde
doigts entrelacés et la soirée qui s'inonde
Alors laisse la vaisselle et la lumière qui meurt
garde juste ta main dans la mienne, mon cœur
garde juste ta main dans la mienne, mon cœur
Tends ta main, o-ma-né-o
ta main, ma main, et la bougie qui glisse au bord de l'eau
le café refroidit, la nuit va lento
omaneo, ne laisse jamais partir ce tableau
ta main, ma main, et la bougie qui glisse au bord de l'eau
le café refroidit, la nuit va lento
omaneo, ne laisse jamais partir ce tableau
Mmm... omaneo... tends ta main...
ta main, ma main, et la bougie au bord de l'eau...
ta main, ma main, et la bougie au bord de l'eau...
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Chanson · Lied 06
Amer Sur les Bords
Dunkel und süßEin Kuss wie schwarze Schokolade
Viens là... laisse-moi goûter la nuit sur toi...
amer sur les bords, sucré tout au fond
comme le dernier carré que je gardais si bon
ta bouche est cacao, minuit, soixante-dix pour cent
et chaque seconde est lente et vient du firmament
l'espresso murmure quelque part sur le feu
mais tu es la chose plus riche de mes vœux
comme le dernier carré que je gardais si bon
ta bouche est cacao, minuit, soixante-dix pour cent
et chaque seconde est lente et vient du firmament
l'espresso murmure quelque part sur le feu
mais tu es la chose plus riche de mes vœux
Je fonds tout doucement comme les belles choses le font
Embrasse-moi lent, o-ma-né-o
sombre comme le cacao, chaud comme l'écho
amer, sucré, qui fond au bord de mon mot
omaneo, tiens la nuit jusqu'à ce qu'elle tombe à l'eau
sombre comme le cacao, chaud comme l'écho
amer, sucré, qui fond au bord de mon mot
omaneo, tiens la nuit jusqu'à ce qu'elle tombe à l'eau
un peu de sel, un peu de feu, un peu de fleur
comme une crema qui se brise dans la chaleur
je suis la saveur qui s'attarde sur ta bouche
tes doigts, tes hanches, ton éclipse farouche
pas besoin de sucre, on a toute cette chaleur
deux cœurs amers rendus d'une incroyable douceur
comme une crema qui se brise dans la chaleur
je suis la saveur qui s'attarde sur ta bouche
tes doigts, tes hanches, ton éclipse farouche
pas besoin de sucre, on a toute cette chaleur
deux cœurs amers rendus d'une incroyable douceur
Je fonds tout doucement comme les belles choses s'en vont
Embrasse-moi lent, o-ma-né-o
sombre comme le cacao, chaud comme l'écho
amer, sucré, qui fond au bord de mon mot
omaneo, tiens la nuit jusqu'à ce qu'elle tombe à l'eau
sombre comme le cacao, chaud comme l'écho
amer, sucré, qui fond au bord de mon mot
omaneo, tiens la nuit jusqu'à ce qu'elle tombe à l'eau
chaque goût est un souvenir que je garde
sombre et lent et d'une profondeur qui tarde
donne-moi le feu et donne-moi la fleur
le cacao, le café, la bougie, la chaleur
sombre et lent et d'une profondeur qui tarde
donne-moi le feu et donne-moi la fleur
le cacao, le café, la bougie, la chaleur
Alors laisse fondre et prends ton temps si doux
ta bouche sombre et chaude tout contre nous
ta bouche sombre et chaude tout contre nous
Embrasse-moi lent, o-ma-né-o
sombre comme le cacao, chaud comme l'écho
amer, sucré, qui fond au bord de mon mot
omaneo, tiens la nuit jusqu'à ce qu'elle tombe à l'eau
sombre comme le cacao, chaud comme l'écho
amer, sucré, qui fond au bord de mon mot
omaneo, tiens la nuit jusqu'à ce qu'elle tombe à l'eau
Mmm... omaneo... fondre lent...
sombre comme le cacao, chaud comme l'écho...
sombre comme le cacao, chaud comme l'écho...
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Chanson · Lied 07
The Kitchen's Amber Glow
Langsamer TanzZu zweit durch die warme Küche
No music needed... just come here... dance with me...
the dishes wait and the radio is low
the kettle ticking, the kitchen's amber glow
I take your hand and I pull you off the chair
we sway to nothing but the coffee in the air
your cheek finds mine and the floor becomes a stage
two barefoot dancers turning the last page
the kettle ticking, the kitchen's amber glow
I take your hand and I pull you off the chair
we sway to nothing but the coffee in the air
your cheek finds mine and the floor becomes a stage
two barefoot dancers turning the last page
and we don't need a ballroom, just this little light
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
your hips remember what the years forget
the first slow turn, the night we haven't met
I hum a little something in your ear
the only song I need is you right here
the espresso cools, we let it, we don't mind
we've got a slower rhythm now to find
the first slow turn, the night we haven't met
I hum a little something in your ear
the only song I need is you right here
the espresso cools, we let it, we don't mind
we've got a slower rhythm now to find
and we don't need a ballroom, just this candle bright
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
every turn is a vow I never said
your warmth, the steam, the kitchen painted red
give me one more song with no music at all
just your slow breath and the shadows on the wall
your warmth, the steam, the kitchen painted red
give me one more song with no music at all
just your slow breath and the shadows on the wall
so let us sway till the coffee's gone cold
two hearts learning how to grow old
two hearts learning how to grow old
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
Mmm... omaneo... dance with me...
round and round in the midnight slow...
round and round in the midnight slow...
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Chanson · Lied 08
Deux Tabliers Qui se Frôlent
Zu zweitWärme, die zwei Hände einander schenken.
Passe-moi le sel... reste tout près... on cuisine à deux...
l'ail dans l'huile et le basilic froissé
tes mains sur les miennes pour mieux émincer
la casserole chante, la vapeur nous enlace
un peu de vin dans la sauce, un peu sur ta face
le café attend, tiède, sur le comptoir
deux tabliers qui se frôlent dans le soir
tes mains sur les miennes pour mieux émincer
la casserole chante, la vapeur nous enlace
un peu de vin dans la sauce, un peu sur ta face
le café attend, tiède, sur le comptoir
deux tabliers qui se frôlent dans le soir
cuisiner près de toi, c'est déjà t'embrasser
Goûte-la, o-ma-né-o
la sauce, le sel, et ton doigt sur ma peau
le vin, l'espresso, la chaleur du fourneau
omaneo, on se nourrit du même tableau
la sauce, le sel, et ton doigt sur ma peau
le vin, l'espresso, la chaleur du fourneau
omaneo, on se nourrit du même tableau
tu me tends la cuillère et tu fermes les yeux
un peu de miel, un peu de feu, c'est mieux
la farine sur ta joue, je l'efface d'un baiser
la soupe peut brûler, on est trop occupés
la cuisine est petite mais le monde y tient
ton rire, la vapeur, et le pain de demain
un peu de miel, un peu de feu, c'est mieux
la farine sur ta joue, je l'efface d'un baiser
la soupe peut brûler, on est trop occupés
la cuisine est petite mais le monde y tient
ton rire, la vapeur, et le pain de demain
cuisiner près de toi, c'est déjà s'embraser
Goûte-la, o-ma-né-o
la sauce, le sel, et ton doigt sur ma peau
le vin, l'espresso, la chaleur du fourneau
omaneo, on se nourrit du même tableau
la sauce, le sel, et ton doigt sur ma peau
le vin, l'espresso, la chaleur du fourneau
omaneo, on se nourrit du même tableau
chaque plat qu'on partage est une lettre d'amour
café, basilic, et le vin, chaque jour
donne-moi la cuillère et je te donne le sel
la vapeur, la caresse, la cuisine, le ciel
café, basilic, et le vin, chaque jour
donne-moi la cuillère et je te donne le sel
la vapeur, la caresse, la cuisine, le ciel
Alors laisse mijoter, on a tout le temps
ton cœur qui bat et le feu qui t'attend
ton cœur qui bat et le feu qui t'attend
Goûte-la, o-ma-né-o
la sauce, le sel, et ton doigt sur ma peau
le vin, l'espresso, la chaleur du fourneau
omaneo, on se nourrit du même tableau
la sauce, le sel, et ton doigt sur ma peau
le vin, l'espresso, la chaleur du fourneau
omaneo, on se nourrit du même tableau
Mmm... omaneo... goûte-la...
la sauce, le sel, et ton doigt sur ma peau...
la sauce, le sel, et ton doigt sur ma peau...
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Chanson · Lied 09
Un Vin Sur la Peau
Die Nacht, deine HautIm Dunkeln glüht die Crema wie ein leises Versprechen.
La nuit est à nous... ne dis rien... viens...
la ville s'est éteinte, les volets sont clos
il ne reste que la lune et le creux de ton dos
un dernier espresso partagé dans le noir
l'amertume et le sucre au fond du même soir
je respire ton cou, la nuit et le parfum
toute une saison qui tient dans un seul câlin
il ne reste que la lune et le creux de ton dos
un dernier espresso partagé dans le noir
l'amertume et le sucre au fond du même soir
je respire ton cou, la nuit et le parfum
toute une saison qui tient dans un seul câlin
la nuit descend sur nous comme un vin sur la peau
Contre moi, o-ma-né-o
la nuit, ta peau, et le café si chaud
le silence, l'ombre, et le mot qu'on ne dit trop
omaneo, garde-moi jusqu'à l'aube au bord de l'eau
la nuit, ta peau, et le café si chaud
le silence, l'ombre, et le mot qu'on ne dit trop
omaneo, garde-moi jusqu'à l'aube au bord de l'eau
tes cheveux répandus comme une encre du soir
tes lèvres qui gardent le goût du vin noir
je trace les heures le long de tes reins
la nuit est longue et je n'ai peur de rien
le drap est tiède, la bougie va mourir
on a mieux à faire que de la voir partir
tes lèvres qui gardent le goût du vin noir
je trace les heures le long de tes reins
la nuit est longue et je n'ai peur de rien
le drap est tiède, la bougie va mourir
on a mieux à faire que de la voir partir
la nuit descend sur nous et la chambre se met à briller
Contre moi, o-ma-né-o
la nuit, ta peau, et le café si chaud
le silence, l'ombre, et le mot qu'on ne dit trop
omaneo, garde-moi jusqu'à l'aube au bord de l'eau
la nuit, ta peau, et le café si chaud
le silence, l'ombre, et le mot qu'on ne dit trop
omaneo, garde-moi jusqu'à l'aube au bord de l'eau
chaque frisson est une porte vers ton nom
la nuit, le café, et le vin, la même chanson
donne-moi le noir et je te donne l'aurore
la vapeur, la caresse, et ta peau encore
la nuit, le café, et le vin, la même chanson
donne-moi le noir et je te donne l'aurore
la vapeur, la caresse, et ta peau encore
Alors laisse à la nuit tout le temps qu'elle veut
ton cœur qui bat contre le mien, tous les deux
ton cœur qui bat contre le mien, tous les deux
Contre moi, o-ma-né-o
la nuit, ta peau, et le café si chaud
le silence, l'ombre, et le mot qu'on ne dit trop
omaneo, garde-moi jusqu'à l'aube au bord de l'eau
la nuit, ta peau, et le café si chaud
le silence, l'ombre, et le mot qu'on ne dit trop
omaneo, garde-moi jusqu'à l'aube au bord de l'eau
Mmm... omaneo... contre moi...
la nuit, ta peau, et le café si chaud...
la nuit, ta peau, et le café si chaud...
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Chanson · Lied 10
Nothing Holier Than This
Für dich gemahlenDas Ritual beginnt, noch ehe der Morgen erwacht.
Stay in bed, love... I've got this... let me...
I grind it slow while you're still fast asleep
a quiet ritual that I love to keep
I know your cup, the one with the faded gold
two sugars, warm, the way I've always told
the kettle rises like a soft amen
and I fall in love with making this again
a quiet ritual that I love to keep
I know your cup, the one with the faded gold
two sugars, warm, the way I've always told
the kettle rises like a soft amen
and I fall in love with making this again
and there's nothing holier than this, the steam, the vow
Here's your cup, o-ma-né-o
made with these two hands and the morning glow
the crema settling, the whole day slow
omaneo, this is the only prayer I know
made with these two hands and the morning glow
the crema settling, the whole day slow
omaneo, this is the only prayer I know
I carry it careful like it's something rare
your sleepy eyes, your tangled morning hair
you wrap your fingers round the warmth I bring
and somehow that's the truest little thing
no grand bouquet, no diamond and no rose
just coffee made with love before you're close
your sleepy eyes, your tangled morning hair
you wrap your fingers round the warmth I bring
and somehow that's the truest little thing
no grand bouquet, no diamond and no rose
just coffee made with love before you're close
and there's nothing holier than this, the steam, the now
Here's your cup, o-ma-né-o
made with these two hands and the morning glow
the crema settling, the whole day slow
omaneo, this is the only prayer I know
made with these two hands and the morning glow
the crema settling, the whole day slow
omaneo, this is the only prayer I know
let me love you in the smallest of ways
the cup, the steam, the start of all our days
give me the morning, give me the slow
the coffee, the kiss, and the amber glow
the cup, the steam, the start of all our days
give me the morning, give me the slow
the coffee, the kiss, and the amber glow
so stay in bed and let the world stay wide
just take this cup and take me by your side
just take this cup and take me by your side
Here's your cup, o-ma-né-o
made with these two hands and the morning glow
the crema settling, the whole day slow
omaneo, this is the only prayer I know
made with these two hands and the morning glow
the crema settling, the whole day slow
omaneo, this is the only prayer I know
Mmm... omaneo... here's your cup...
made with these two hands and the morning glow...
made with these two hands and the morning glow...
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Chanson · Lied 11
Le Goût de l'Abricot
Ein Sommer, eine BerührungSonnenlicht, Blüten und ein Dampf, der sich hingibt.
Tu te souviens... cet été-là... la terrasse...
le soleil coulait comme du miel sur la table
un café glacé, une ombre agréable
tes épaules dorées, le sel sur ta peau
un goût de pêche et le fond d'un verre d'eau
la ville dormait dans la chaleur de midi
et moi je ne voyais que toi, mon envie
un café glacé, une ombre agréable
tes épaules dorées, le sel sur ta peau
un goût de pêche et le fond d'un verre d'eau
la ville dormait dans la chaleur de midi
et moi je ne voyais que toi, mon envie
un seul été suffit à me donner tout entier
Donne-toi, o-ma-né-o
l'été, une caresse, un café au bord de l'eau
ton rire, le sel, et le goût de l'abricot
omaneo, je me donne à toi comme un cadeau
l'été, une caresse, un café au bord de l'eau
ton rire, le sel, et le goût de l'abricot
omaneo, je me donne à toi comme un cadeau
le vent tournait les pages d'un roman oublié
on lisait à voix basse, on n'a jamais fini
tes doigts dans mes cheveux, le lent après-midi
un figuier, une abeille, et le temps ralenti
un baiser au goût de vin et de soleil
une saison entière tenait dans ce réveil
on lisait à voix basse, on n'a jamais fini
tes doigts dans mes cheveux, le lent après-midi
un figuier, une abeille, et le temps ralenti
un baiser au goût de vin et de soleil
une saison entière tenait dans ce réveil
un seul été suffit à nous donner tout entiers
Donne-toi, o-ma-né-o
l'été, une caresse, un café au bord de l'eau
ton rire, le sel, et le goût de l'abricot
omaneo, je me donne à toi comme un cadeau
l'été, une caresse, un café au bord de l'eau
ton rire, le sel, et le goût de l'abricot
omaneo, je me donne à toi comme un cadeau
chaque saveur me ramène à cet été
café, pêche, et le vin, l'éternité
donne-moi la chaleur et je te donne le ciel
la vapeur, la caresse, et le soleil de miel
café, pêche, et le vin, l'éternité
donne-moi la chaleur et je te donne le ciel
la vapeur, la caresse, et le soleil de miel
Alors laisse à l'été tout le temps qu'il nous doit
ton cœur qui bat et la lumière sur toi
ton cœur qui bat et la lumière sur toi
Donne-toi, o-ma-né-o
l'été, une caresse, un café au bord de l'eau
ton rire, le sel, et le goût de l'abricot
omaneo, je me donne à toi comme un cadeau
l'été, une caresse, un café au bord de l'eau
ton rire, le sel, et le goût de l'abricot
omaneo, je me donne à toi comme un cadeau
Mmm... omaneo... donne-toi...
l'été, une caresse, un café au bord de l'eau...
l'été, une caresse, un café au bord de l'eau...
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Chanson · Lied 12
The Toast Is Going Cold
Frühstück im BettKrümel, ein Herz im Schaum und ein Morgen ohne Eile.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Chanson · Lied 13
The Evening Turning Blue
WinterhändeEine warme Tasse zwischen kalten Fingern – mehr braucht es nicht.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Chanson · Lied 14
The Candle Almost Done
Der letzte SchluckEin Herz, ein Atemzug – und die Ruhe vor dem Schlaf.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Appalachen / Nashville, USA · 1920er
Musikrichtung 07 von 28
Country
Appalachen / Nashville, USA
Die Country-Musik entstand in den 1920er Jahren in den Appalachen und im Süden der USA, wo europäische Balladen und ländliche Traditionen zusammenfanden; Nashville wurde ihr Herz. Ihr geradliniger, herzlicher Rhythmus atmet das Leben auf der Veranda und den Wert einfacher Dinge. Dazu gehört der starke Morgenkaffee — bei omaneo ein Zeichen für Bodenständigkeit und Wärme.
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Country · Lied 01
Watching You Wake Up
Erstes Licht, erste TasseDer Morgen erwacht ganz langsam, und die Wärme beginnt zu fließen.
Mmm... good morning...
the light is coming up slow
the light is coming up slow
The curtains catch the sunrise, the coffee starts to pour,
you're still half in a dream, love, your arm across the floor.
I take the first sip careful, the morning on my tongue,
but nothing's ever sweeter than watching you wake up.
you're still half in a dream, love, your arm across the floor.
I take the first sip careful, the morning on my tongue,
but nothing's ever sweeter than watching you wake up.
No rush and no alarm, love,
just the kettle and the calm...
just the kettle and the calm...
O-ma-né-o, warm as first light falling,
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning softly calling,
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning softly calling,
omaneo, and you are there.
Your skin still holds the nighttime, the mug between my hands,
and this is all the heaven that a quiet man demands.
and this is all the heaven that a quiet man demands.
O-ma-né-o, warm as first light falling,
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning softly calling,
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning softly calling,
omaneo, and you are there.
Stay a while... the day can wait...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 02
Shades of Wine
Zwei in der DämmerungWenn der Tag sich neigt und die letzten Farben bei uns bleiben.
The light is going low...
come sit with me...
come sit with me...
Two glasses on the balcony, the sky in shades of wine,
the city dimming softly as your hand slips into mine.
We've said the day's important things, so now we let them go,
and watch the evening pour itself the way the good things flow.
the city dimming softly as your hand slips into mine.
We've said the day's important things, so now we let them go,
and watch the evening pour itself the way the good things flow.
One more slow horizon,
let the color stay...
let the color stay...
O-ma-né-o, sweet as dusk descending,
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
The coffee waits for morning, the wine belongs to now,
and you're the only skyline I ever need somehow.
and you're the only skyline I ever need somehow.
O-ma-né-o, sweet as dusk descending,
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
One more glass... one more sky...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 03
Open Old Doors
Der Duft von damalsEin Aroma öffnet leise die Türen, die die Zeit verschlossen hielt.
That smell... it takes me right back...
Fresh coffee and a rainstorm, a record we once played,
and suddenly it's that year and none of it has faded.
A scent can open old doors that time had locked away,
the kitchen and the laughter and the things we didn't say.
and suddenly it's that year and none of it has faded.
A scent can open old doors that time had locked away,
the kitchen and the laughter and the things we didn't say.
Close my eyes and drift there,
on the rising steam...
on the rising steam...
O-ma-né-o, memory in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
The cup is just a vessel until it carries you,
then every ordinary hour tastes of something true.
then every ordinary hour tastes of something true.
O-ma-né-o, memory in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
Come back... just for a breath...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 04
The Middle of the Dawn
Hände über dem TischWärme, in vier Händen gehalten
Reach for me... just a little closer...
The restaurant is emptying, the last few lights come down,
two cups have long gone cold now but neither wants the town.
Your hand moves toward my hand, love, across the tablecloth,
and all the noise around us just quietly gives it off.
two cups have long gone cold now but neither wants the town.
Your hand moves toward my hand, love, across the tablecloth,
and all the noise around us just quietly gives it off.
Don't say another word now,
let your fingers stay...
let your fingers stay...
O-ma-né-o, softer than the candle,
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
They're stacking up the chairs now, the street begins to yawn,
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
O-ma-né-o, softer than the candle,
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
Stay... don't move your hand...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 05
Cocoa on My Lips
Kuss aus dunkler SchokoladeBitter im ersten Moment, dann eine Süße, die die Welt verlangsamt.
Come here... let me taste the night on you...
Bitter at the first touch, then sweetness rolling in,
dark chocolate and espresso and the warmth beneath your skin.
The candle's almost over, the record turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the one a breath ago.
dark chocolate and espresso and the warmth beneath your skin.
The candle's almost over, the record turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the one a breath ago.
Slow it down, my darling,
let it melt away...
let it melt away...
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and glowing,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my lips.
Every little kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my lips.
Every little kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
The cup sits half-forgotten, still warm upon the shelf,
but I have sweeter reasons to lose track of myself.
but I have sweeter reasons to lose track of myself.
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and glowing,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my lips.
Every little kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my lips.
Every little kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
One more... slow... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 06
Steam and Salt and Wine
Kochen zu zweitIn der Nähe zweier Hände wird auch ein stiller Abend warm.
Hand me the wine, love... come stand a little closer...
Onions in the skillet, a melody in the air,
you steal a sip of red wine and shake it in your hair.
The coffee's for the after, the sauce is almost done,
but right now it's the nearness and the cooking as one.
you steal a sip of red wine and shake it in your hair.
The coffee's for the after, the sauce is almost done,
but right now it's the nearness and the cooking as one.
Taste it off the wooden spoon,
tell me if it's right...
tell me if it's right...
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
We burn a little something, we laugh and start anew,
and this is all I dreamed of, a kitchen made for two.
and this is all I dreamed of, a kitchen made for two.
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
One more taste... one more stir...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 07
The Warmth Within
Regen am FensterDraußen grau und nass, hier drinnen golden – und wir bleiben.
Listen... it's raining... come closer to the warm...
The glass is full of water, the world outside is grey,
but in here it is golden and you have chosen to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can keep the evening, we've got the warmth within.
but in here it is golden and you have chosen to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can keep the evening, we've got the warmth within.
Let it fall out there, love,
we are staying in...
we are staying in...
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
The kettle hums its little tune, the record softly turns,
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet that we've earned.
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet that we've earned.
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
Stay in... stay warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 08
The Smallest Kind of Promise
Für dich gemachtWarm glühende Bohnen, mit Sorgfalt gewählt — jeder Morgen ein leises Versprechen.
Stay in bed, love... let me do this for you...
I know the way you like it, a little sweet, not strong,
I've learned it like a chorus I've been humming all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art —
I make your coffee, darling, the way I keep your heart.
I've learned it like a chorus I've been humming all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art —
I make your coffee, darling, the way I keep your heart.
Steam is rising slowly,
morning on its way...
morning on its way...
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
It isn't just a habit, it's how I say I stay,
the smallest kind of promise I bring you every day.
the smallest kind of promise I bring you every day.
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
Here you are... just how you like it...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 09
Barefoot on the Tile
Kein Lied nötigIm goldenen Licht der Küche wiegt sich die Zeit — Wange an Schulter, Schritt um Schritt.
No music needed... just come here...
The dishes wait forever, the ceiling light is low,
I take your hand and pull you close and slowly off we go.
Barefoot on the cool tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
I take your hand and pull you close and slowly off we go.
Barefoot on the cool tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
One step and then another,
nowhere else to be...
nowhere else to be...
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
The fridge is softly humming, the clock forgets to chime,
and this is how I love you, off the beat, outside of time.
and this is how I love you, off the beat, outside of time.
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
One more song... one more sway...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 10
Mein leiser Aufenthalt
SommerSonnenwärme auf geröstetem Gold
Komm... der Sommer liegt auf deiner Haut...
Eiskaffee am Nachmittag, die Zeit steht einfach still,
dein Schulter in der Sonne, und ich weiß genau, was ich will.
Ein Kuss schmeckt nach dem Sommer, nach Kaffee und nach Salz,
der Tag wird endlos lange, wenn du ihn füllst mit allem.
dein Schulter in der Sonne, und ich weiß genau, was ich will.
Ein Kuss schmeckt nach dem Sommer, nach Kaffee und nach Salz,
der Tag wird endlos lange, wenn du ihn füllst mit allem.
Ganz langsam, meine Liebe,
lass die Sonne stehn...
lass die Sonne stehn...
O-ma-né-o, süß wie dieser Sommer,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
Der Sand, das offne Fenster, der Kaffee längst schon kalt,
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein leiser Aufenthalt.
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein leiser Aufenthalt.
O-ma-né-o, süß wie dieser Sommer,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
Bleib noch... ein Sommer mehr...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Country · Lied 11
No Holding Back
HingabeBis auf den letzten Tropfen — alles, was ich bin, fließt zu dir.
Take it... take all of it... it was always yours...
I never gave it easy, but you undid the lock,
you poured into my quiet like the sunrise down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin —
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
you poured into my quiet like the sunrise down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin —
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
No holding back this time now,
nothing left to hide...
nothing left to hide...
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
So pour me out completely, I've nothing left to keep,
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
All of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
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Country · Lied 12
Coffee on the Nightstand
Fauler MorgenKaffee, Krümel und kein einziger Grund, schon aufzustehen.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Country · Lied 13
Warm Hands, Warmer Heart
WinterhändeDie warme Tasse zwischen kalten Fingern — der Abend draußen darf ruhig frieren.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Country · Lied 14
The Cups Are in the Kitchen
Der letzte SchluckEin letzter warmer Moment auf der Zunge, bevor die Nacht sich sanft herabsenkt.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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New York City, USA · 1930er–1940er
Musikrichtung 08 von 28
Crooner
New York City, USA
Der Crooner-Gesang wurde in den 1930er und 1940er Jahren in den USA geboren, als das Mikrofon eine neue, intime Art des Singens erlaubte — samtig, nah, geschliffen. In den Supper Clubs New Yorks wurde er zum Inbegriff großstädtischer Eleganz. Für omaneo ist es die Musik der stillen Abendstunde bei einer Tasse voll feiner Röstaromen.
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Crooner · Lied 01
Two Tired Angels
SperrstundeEin letzter, warmer Schluck, eh die Lichter verlöschen
Mmm... it's late... one more, just for us...
The stools are empty and the neon hums so low
the bartender's yawning but he lets the record go
A little espresso and a whiskey on the side
two tired angels with the whole night open wide
Your lipstick's fading and your laugh is soft and slow
I'd close a thousand bars just to watch you glow
the bartender's yawning but he lets the record go
A little espresso and a whiskey on the side
two tired angels with the whole night open wide
Your lipstick's fading and your laugh is soft and slow
I'd close a thousand bars just to watch you glow
And the clock keeps turning but I'm nowhere I would rather be
One more, o-ma-né-o
last call, my darling, and the lights so low
your hand, my glass, and the piano slow
omaneo, don't you tell me it's time to go
last call, my darling, and the lights so low
your hand, my glass, and the piano slow
omaneo, don't you tell me it's time to go
The crema settles like a shadow in the cup
the city's sleeping but we're never giving up
You hum along to something no one wrote
a velvet ache alive in your throat
We've got the last warm inch of this old room
two candle-hearts against the coming gloom
the city's sleeping but we're never giving up
You hum along to something no one wrote
a velvet ache alive in your throat
We've got the last warm inch of this old room
two candle-hearts against the coming gloom
And the barman's counting but I'm counting only three little words
One more, o-ma-né-o
last call, my darling, and the lights so low
your hand, my glass, and the piano slow
omaneo, don't you tell me it's time to go
last call, my darling, and the lights so low
your hand, my glass, and the piano slow
omaneo, don't you tell me it's time to go
Every closing time's a door I hold
your warmth, the steam, the whiskey and the gold
Give me the last slow song they'll ever play
and I'll walk you through the breaking day
your warmth, the steam, the whiskey and the gold
Give me the last slow song they'll ever play
and I'll walk you through the breaking day
So let them stack the chairs and dim the sign
just keep your hand in mine
just keep your hand in mine
One more, o-ma-né-o
last call, my darling, and the lights so low
your hand, my glass, and the piano slow
omaneo, don't you tell me it's time to go
last call, my darling, and the lights so low
your hand, my glass, and the piano slow
omaneo, don't you tell me it's time to go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... one more...
last call, my darling, and the lights so low...
last call, my darling, and the lights so low...
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Crooner · Lied 02
A Ribbon of Steam
Der Duft von dirEin Aroma, das die guten Jahre zurückbringt
Close your eyes... you smell that?... it's all coming back...
A curl of coffee rising through the door
and suddenly I'm twenty, I'm yours once more
The same warm bitter, the same soft perfume
you walking barefoot through a summer room
A scent's a time machine, a secret key
it opens every year you gave to me
and suddenly I'm twenty, I'm yours once more
The same warm bitter, the same soft perfume
you walking barefoot through a summer room
A scent's a time machine, a secret key
it opens every year you gave to me
And the past comes drifting in on a ribbon of steam
Breathe me in, o-ma-né-o
coffee and roses and the long-ago
your skin, your hair, and the amber glow
omaneo, take me back where the good years go
coffee and roses and the long-ago
your skin, your hair, and the amber glow
omaneo, take me back where the good years go
Vanilla and tobacco, wine and rain
I catch one thread and I have you again
The kitchen, the candle, the old cafe
the morning we swore we would never fade away
Every flavour is a photograph
your whispered name, your midnight laugh
I catch one thread and I have you again
The kitchen, the candle, the old cafe
the morning we swore we would never fade away
Every flavour is a photograph
your whispered name, your midnight laugh
And the years come pouring in on a ribbon of gold
Breathe me in, o-ma-né-o
coffee and roses and the long-ago
your skin, your hair, and the amber glow
omaneo, take me back where the good years go
coffee and roses and the long-ago
your skin, your hair, and the amber glow
omaneo, take me back where the good years go
Every aroma is a door I keep
down a hall of nights impossibly deep
Give me the roast and give me the rose
and the memory the whole slow evening knows
down a hall of nights impossibly deep
Give me the roast and give me the rose
and the memory the whole slow evening knows
So let the kettle fill the room again
and carry me back to when
and carry me back to when
Breathe me in, o-ma-né-o
coffee and roses and the long-ago
your skin, your hair, and the amber glow
omaneo, take me back where the good years go
coffee and roses and the long-ago
your skin, your hair, and the amber glow
omaneo, take me back where the good years go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... breathe me in...
coffee and roses and the long-ago...
coffee and roses and the long-ago...
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Crooner · Lied 03
A Kitchen Full of Flour
MitternachtsmahlEin Tisch, ein Teller, die ganze Nähe der Nacht
Still hungry?... come here... let me feed you the night...
The stove is warm and the pasta's nearly done
you steal a taste and I steal a little fun
A glass of red and a pot on a low blue flame
you say my name like it's part of the game
We cook in whispers, we salt it with a kiss
no restaurant on earth ever tasted like this
you steal a taste and I steal a little fun
A glass of red and a pot on a low blue flame
you say my name like it's part of the game
We cook in whispers, we salt it with a kiss
no restaurant on earth ever tasted like this
And the midnight simmers slow and the whole world smells like home
Taste it slow, o-ma-né-o
garlic and candlelight, wine and the low
radio playing and the coffee to go
omaneo, feed my heart in the midnight glow
garlic and candlelight, wine and the low
radio playing and the coffee to go
omaneo, feed my heart in the midnight glow
We eat with our fingers off the same warm plate
no need for manners when the hour's this late
You dab the sauce from the corner of my mouth
a slow warm north, a slow warm south
The espresso's brewing for the after-hour
two happy fools in a kitchen full of flour
no need for manners when the hour's this late
You dab the sauce from the corner of my mouth
a slow warm north, a slow warm south
The espresso's brewing for the after-hour
two happy fools in a kitchen full of flour
And the midnight simmers slow and I never want to roam
Taste it slow, o-ma-né-o
garlic and candlelight, wine and the low
radio playing and the coffee to go
omaneo, feed my heart in the midnight glow
garlic and candlelight, wine and the low
radio playing and the coffee to go
omaneo, feed my heart in the midnight glow
Every supper's a psalm we quietly sing
your laugh, the steam, the simple holy thing
Give me the crumbs and give me the wine
and your bare warm feet tangled up with mine
your laugh, the steam, the simple holy thing
Give me the crumbs and give me the wine
and your bare warm feet tangled up with mine
So let the dishes wait until the dawn
just one more bite before it's gone
just one more bite before it's gone
Taste it slow, o-ma-né-o
garlic and candlelight, wine and the low
radio playing and the coffee to go
omaneo, feed my heart in the midnight glow
garlic and candlelight, wine and the low
radio playing and the coffee to go
omaneo, feed my heart in the midnight glow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... taste it slow...
garlic and candlelight, wine and the low...
garlic and candlelight, wine and the low...
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Crooner · Lied 04
I Tamp It Like a Prayer
Für dich gemachtDeine Tasse, mit zärtlicher Hand gereicht
Don't get up... let me... I know just how you like it...
The grinder wakes before the sun has tried
I measure out the ritual with pride
A little sugar, just the way you take
the first warm cup I'll bring you when you wake
I grind it slow, I tamp it like a prayer
and carry all my love across the air
I measure out the ritual with pride
A little sugar, just the way you take
the first warm cup I'll bring you when you wake
I grind it slow, I tamp it like a prayer
and carry all my love across the air
And there's no small thing when it's done for someone dear
Here's your cup, o-ma-né-o
steam on the pillow and the morning slow
the first warm sip and the whispered oh
omaneo, let me love you before you go
steam on the pillow and the morning slow
the first warm sip and the whispered oh
omaneo, let me love you before you go
The crema breaking like a little dawn
I stir it soft so I won't wake you on
You half-way smile with your eyes still shut
and every ordinary hour opens up
This is my worship, this is my art
two cups of morning and one whole heart
I stir it soft so I won't wake you on
You half-way smile with your eyes still shut
and every ordinary hour opens up
This is my worship, this is my art
two cups of morning and one whole heart
And there's no small thing when the doing is the prayer
Here's your cup, o-ma-né-o
steam on the pillow and the morning slow
the first warm sip and the whispered oh
omaneo, let me love you before you go
steam on the pillow and the morning slow
the first warm sip and the whispered oh
omaneo, let me love you before you go
Every pour's a vow I quietly keep
to bring you warmth before you're even deep
awake, my darling, in the amber light
I'll make your coffee every single night
to bring you warmth before you're even deep
awake, my darling, in the amber light
I'll make your coffee every single night
So stay in bed and let the world go wide
I'll bring the morning to your side
I'll bring the morning to your side
Here's your cup, o-ma-né-o
steam on the pillow and the morning slow
the first warm sip and the whispered oh
omaneo, let me love you before you go
steam on the pillow and the morning slow
the first warm sip and the whispered oh
omaneo, let me love you before you go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... here's your cup...
steam on the pillow and the morning slow...
steam on the pillow and the morning slow...
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Crooner · Lied 05
Two Ruby Glasses
KerzenscheinZwei Gläser glühen golden in der Dämmerung
Pour a little more... the candle's just right...
The cork gives up with a soft and easy sigh
two ruby glasses and the low-lit sky
The coffee's waiting for the after-while
but first the wine and your unhurried smile
The candle leans and paints you gold and rose
and every hour slows the way the good wine flows
two ruby glasses and the low-lit sky
The coffee's waiting for the after-while
but first the wine and your unhurried smile
The candle leans and paints you gold and rose
and every hour slows the way the good wine flows
And the dusk pours down like velvet on the room
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
candlelight and cabernet aglow
your lips gone red and the fire low
omaneo, let the whole soft evening go
candlelight and cabernet aglow
your lips gone red and the fire low
omaneo, let the whole soft evening go
We swirl it, breathe it, let it open wide
like everything we're feeling deep inside
You tell me stories older than the vine
and I taste the years still warm upon the wine
The record crackles, neither of us moves
two slow-dance shadows finding their own grooves
like everything we're feeling deep inside
You tell me stories older than the vine
and I taste the years still warm upon the wine
The record crackles, neither of us moves
two slow-dance shadows finding their own grooves
And the dusk pours down and the whole room starts to bloom
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
candlelight and cabernet aglow
your lips gone red and the fire low
omaneo, let the whole soft evening go
candlelight and cabernet aglow
your lips gone red and the fire low
omaneo, let the whole soft evening go
Every glass is a promise poured
your hand in mine across the little board
Give me the red and give me the flame
and the slow warm sound of my own name
your hand in mine across the little board
Give me the red and give me the flame
and the slow warm sound of my own name
So let the bottle empty into night
just you, the wine, the candlelight
just you, the wine, the candlelight
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
candlelight and cabernet aglow
your lips gone red and the fire low
omaneo, let the whole soft evening go
candlelight and cabernet aglow
your lips gone red and the fire low
omaneo, let the whole soft evening go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... sip it slow...
candlelight and cabernet aglow...
candlelight and cabernet aglow...
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Crooner · Lied 06
Palm on Palm
Deine Hand in meinerZwei, die still beieinander bleiben
Just this... your hand... nothing else in the world...
The cups are cooling and the words run low
but your fingers find mine and they will not let go
The candle trembles at the smallest touch
how can so little ever mean so much
We don't need talking, we don't need the light
just palm on palm in the hush of the night
but your fingers find mine and they will not let go
The candle trembles at the smallest touch
how can so little ever mean so much
We don't need talking, we don't need the light
just palm on palm in the hush of the night
And a hand can say what a hundred songs can't
Hold me now, o-ma-né-o
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, never let the quiet go
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, never let the quiet go
A thumb that circles soft across my skin
and every year we've loved comes flooding in
The silence hums like a string pulled tight
two quiet hearts in the amber light
No grand confession, no need to explain
just your warm hand and the gentle rain
and every year we've loved comes flooding in
The silence hums like a string pulled tight
two quiet hearts in the amber light
No grand confession, no need to explain
just your warm hand and the gentle rain
And a touch can hold what the loudest world can't
Hold me now, o-ma-né-o
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, never let the quiet go
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, never let the quiet go
Skin remembers what the words forget
the first shy touch, the one without regret
Give me your palm and I'll give you the years
fingers laced through all our hopes and fears
the first shy touch, the one without regret
Give me your palm and I'll give you the years
fingers laced through all our hopes and fears
So leave the lamp and let the shadows fall
just keep your hand through it all
just keep your hand through it all
Hold me now, o-ma-né-o
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, never let the quiet go
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, never let the quiet go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... hold me now...
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow...
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow...
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Crooner · Lied 07
My Velvet Reason
Noch ein LiedIm Kegel des Lichts, wo der Dampf wie Rauch tanzt
They've all gone home... but you stayed... so this one's for you...
The club is empty and the spotlight's low
just you at the bar and the last dim glow
I loosen my collar and I lean on the sound
singing soft to the only heart around
A cup of espresso on the piano's edge
and every note I make you is a pledge
just you at the bar and the last dim glow
I loosen my collar and I lean on the sound
singing soft to the only heart around
A cup of espresso on the piano's edge
and every note I make you is a pledge
And I'd sing till dawn if you'd only stay and hear
One more song, o-ma-né-o
just for you and the afterglow
the smoke, the wine, and the piano slow
omaneo, let me sing you soft and low
just for you and the afterglow
the smoke, the wine, and the piano slow
omaneo, let me sing you soft and low
The band packed up but the melody remains
like coffee warmth still humming in my veins
I'd trade the crowd, the money, and the lights
for these small hours and your eyes so bright
You are my audience, my only room
my velvet reason blooming in the gloom
like coffee warmth still humming in my veins
I'd trade the crowd, the money, and the lights
for these small hours and your eyes so bright
You are my audience, my only room
my velvet reason blooming in the gloom
And I'd sing forever if you'd only lean in near
One more song, o-ma-né-o
just for you and the afterglow
the smoke, the wine, and the piano slow
omaneo, let me sing you soft and low
just for you and the afterglow
the smoke, the wine, and the piano slow
omaneo, let me sing you soft and low
Every melody's a hand I hold
your name a chord more precious than the gold
Give me the hush and give me your eyes
and I'll croon you every warm sunrise
your name a chord more precious than the gold
Give me the hush and give me your eyes
and I'll croon you every warm sunrise
So let the barman lock the door and leave
just you, this song, this Christmas Eve of a night
just you, this song, this Christmas Eve of a night
One more song, o-ma-né-o
just for you and the afterglow
the smoke, the wine, and the piano slow
omaneo, let me sing you soft and low
just for you and the afterglow
the smoke, the wine, and the piano slow
omaneo, let me sing you soft and low
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... one more song...
just for you and the afterglow...
just for you and the afterglow...
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Crooner · Lied 08
A Candle That Won't Die
Stille HingabeDeine Hand, die Tasse, ein aufgeschlagenes Buch — Treue, die ganz leise wärmt.
Come close... let me tell you how it is with me...
I am not a young man made of easy fire
but everything I am is your desire
I'll bring you coffee in the greying dawn
and hold you steady when the years roll on
No grand parade, no diamonds and no show
just the slow warm truth that I want you to know
but everything I am is your desire
I'll bring you coffee in the greying dawn
and hold you steady when the years roll on
No grand parade, no diamonds and no show
just the slow warm truth that I want you to know
And devotion isn't loud, it's a candle that won't die
I'm yours, o-ma-né-o
through the wine, the years, the ebb and flow
through the steam, the storms, the high and low
omaneo, I will love you slow
through the wine, the years, the ebb and flow
through the steam, the storms, the high and low
omaneo, I will love you slow
I'll learn the way you take your evening tea
the song you hum, the dreams you carry free
I'll pour the red and light the little flame
and say a thousand nights your only name
This is my vow, no altar and no ring
just the quiet, endless, faithful thing
the song you hum, the dreams you carry free
I'll pour the red and light the little flame
and say a thousand nights your only name
This is my vow, no altar and no ring
just the quiet, endless, faithful thing
And devotion isn't loud, it's a hand that won't let go
I'm yours, o-ma-né-o
through the wine, the years, the ebb and flow
through the steam, the storms, the high and low
omaneo, I will love you slow
through the wine, the years, the ebb and flow
through the steam, the storms, the high and low
omaneo, I will love you slow
Every morning is a promise made
in coffee, candlelight, and the years we've laid
Give me your hand and I'll give you my whole
my trembling, faithful, ever-warming soul
in coffee, candlelight, and the years we've laid
Give me your hand and I'll give you my whole
my trembling, faithful, ever-warming soul
So grow old beside me, take your time
and keep your steady heart on mine
and keep your steady heart on mine
I'm yours, o-ma-né-o
through the wine, the years, the ebb and flow
through the steam, the storms, the high and low
omaneo, I will love you slow
through the wine, the years, the ebb and flow
through the steam, the storms, the high and low
omaneo, I will love you slow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... I'm yours...
through the wine, the years, the ebb and flow...
through the wine, the years, the ebb and flow...
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Crooner · Lied 09
Ein kleiner Morgen
Der letzte EspressoDunkel und warm, der letzte der Nacht, ehe der Morgen leise graut.
Mmm... noch einen?... nur du und ich... die Nacht gehoert uns...
Die Tassen dampfen und die Stadt schlaeft ein
zwei muede Herzen im Kerzenschein
Ein letzter Espresso, ganz dunkel, ganz warm
und deine Hand ruht so weich in meinem Arm
Der Zucker knistert, die Crema steht
wie ein kleiner Morgen, der niemals vergeht
zwei muede Herzen im Kerzenschein
Ein letzter Espresso, ganz dunkel, ganz warm
und deine Hand ruht so weich in meinem Arm
Der Zucker knistert, die Crema steht
wie ein kleiner Morgen, der niemals vergeht
Und die Nacht wird lang und ich will nirgendwo sonst sein
Ganz langsam, o-ma-né-o
der letzte Espresso, das Licht so tief
dein Laecheln, dein Duft, und die Zeit steht still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, weil ich's so will
der letzte Espresso, das Licht so tief
dein Laecheln, dein Duft, und die Zeit steht still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, weil ich's so will
Du erzaehlst mir Dinge, die ich laengst schon weiss
und draussen faellt der erste graue Reif
Ich schmecke den Wein noch auf deinem Mund
die ganze Nacht in dieser einen Stund
Die Platte dreht sich, keiner will sich ruehr'n
zwei sanfte Schatten, die den Morgen spuer'n
und draussen faellt der erste graue Reif
Ich schmecke den Wein noch auf deinem Mund
die ganze Nacht in dieser einen Stund
Die Platte dreht sich, keiner will sich ruehr'n
zwei sanfte Schatten, die den Morgen spuer'n
Und die Nacht wird lang und der ganze Raum faengt an zu gluehn
Ganz langsam, o-ma-né-o
der letzte Espresso, das Licht so tief
dein Laecheln, dein Duft, und die Zeit steht still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, weil ich's so will
der letzte Espresso, das Licht so tief
dein Laecheln, dein Duft, und die Zeit steht still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, weil ich's so will
Jeder Schluck ist ein Versprechen aus Gold
deine Waerme, der Dampf, das Herz, das mir gehoert
Gib mir die Nacht und gib mir dein Gesicht
und den langsamen Klang von deinem Atem und Licht
deine Waerme, der Dampf, das Herz, das mir gehoert
Gib mir die Nacht und gib mir dein Gesicht
und den langsamen Klang von deinem Atem und Licht
So lass die Tassen leer und lass die Zeit
deine Hand in meiner, ganz nah, ganz weit
deine Hand in meiner, ganz nah, ganz weit
Ganz langsam, o-ma-né-o
der letzte Espresso, das Licht so tief
dein Laecheln, dein Duft, und die Zeit steht still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, weil ich's so will
der letzte Espresso, das Licht so tief
dein Laecheln, dein Duft, und die Zeit steht still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, weil ich's so will
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... ganz langsam...
der letzte Espresso, das Licht so tief...
der letzte Espresso, das Licht so tief...
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Crooner · Lied 10
Samt auf meiner Haut
Zwei, ganz nahZwei Tassen, aneinandergeschmiegt in weichem Licht — Sehnsucht, die sich sacht berührt.
Komm, setz dich zu mir... das Licht wird so weich...
Zwei Glaeser Wein auf dem alten Tisch
der Abend faellt und die Luft wird frisch
Ein Kerzenlicht, das dein Antlitz malt
in Gold und Rosé, bis die Nacht verhallt
Der Kaffee wartet auf spaeter, ganz sacht
doch erst der Wein und die zaertliche Nacht
der Abend faellt und die Luft wird frisch
Ein Kerzenlicht, das dein Antlitz malt
in Gold und Rosé, bis die Nacht verhallt
Der Kaffee wartet auf spaeter, ganz sacht
doch erst der Wein und die zaertliche Nacht
Und die Daemmerung faellt wie Samt auf meine Haut
Ganz sacht, o-ma-né-o
zwei Glaeser Wein und das Licht so tief
deine Lippen so rot und die Zeit so still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, so wie ich's will
zwei Glaeser Wein und das Licht so tief
deine Lippen so rot und die Zeit so still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, so wie ich's will
Du fluesterst Dinge, die kein Buch je schrieb
und die Daemmerung lehnt uns ins tiefe Blau
Ich schmecke das Rot, das noch auf dir glueht
die ganze Sehnsucht, die durch uns zieht
Die Platte knistert, wir bewegen uns kaum
zwei sanfte Schatten in einem Traum
und die Daemmerung lehnt uns ins tiefe Blau
Ich schmecke das Rot, das noch auf dir glueht
die ganze Sehnsucht, die durch uns zieht
Die Platte knistert, wir bewegen uns kaum
zwei sanfte Schatten in einem Traum
Und die Daemmerung faellt und der ganze Raum beginnt zu gluehn
Ganz sacht, o-ma-né-o
zwei Glaeser Wein und das Licht so tief
deine Lippen so rot und die Zeit so still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, so wie ich's will
zwei Glaeser Wein und das Licht so tief
deine Lippen so rot und die Zeit so still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, so wie ich's will
Noch ein Glas und die Nacht ist unser Ort
deine Hand in meiner, kein einziges Wort
Jeder Duft ist ein Tor zu deinem Namen
Kaffee, Wein und Kerze, alle zusammen
deine Hand in meiner, kein einziges Wort
Jeder Duft ist ein Tor zu deinem Namen
Kaffee, Wein und Kerze, alle zusammen
So lass die Daemmerung sich Zeit noch nehm'n
dein Herzschlag, der Wein, und wir zwei allein
dein Herzschlag, der Wein, und wir zwei allein
Ganz sacht, o-ma-né-o
zwei Glaeser Wein und das Licht so tief
deine Lippen so rot und die Zeit so still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, so wie ich's will
zwei Glaeser Wein und das Licht so tief
deine Lippen so rot und die Zeit so still
omaneo, bleib bei mir, so wie ich's will
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... ganz sacht...
zwei Glaeser Wein und das Licht so tief...
zwei Glaeser Wein und das Licht so tief...
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Crooner · Lied 11
Flüsse ans kalte Glas
Geborgen im WarmenDraußen der Regen, drinnen die Glut — eine Tasse, die uns hält.
Hoerst du?... es regnet... komm naeher zu mir...
Der Regen schreibt Fluesse ans kalte Glas
und wir gehen nirgendwo hin, lass es einfach so
Zwei Tassen dampfen am Fensterbrett
die Welt ist grau, doch hier ist es warm und nett
Dein Kopf liegt schwer an meiner Brust
dein Herzschlag langsam, ganz ohne Verlust
und wir gehen nirgendwo hin, lass es einfach so
Zwei Tassen dampfen am Fensterbrett
die Welt ist grau, doch hier ist es warm und nett
Dein Kopf liegt schwer an meiner Brust
dein Herzschlag langsam, ganz ohne Verlust
Und lass es regnen, wir haben alles, was uns fehlt
Bleib bei mir, o-ma-né-o
der Regen draussen, das Feuer so nah
deine Haut an meiner, der Kaffee so still
omaneo, ich bleib, weil ich dich will
der Regen draussen, das Feuer so nah
deine Haut an meiner, der Kaffee so still
omaneo, ich bleib, weil ich dich will
Der Donner ist fern und die Decke ist warm
du malst ein Herz in den beschlagenen Charme
Wir lassen den Nachmittag treiben und flieh'n
zwei faule Schatten im Kerzenschein
Der Kessel singt fuer die zweite Rund
dein muedes Lachen, mein liebster Grund
du malst ein Herz in den beschlagenen Charme
Wir lassen den Nachmittag treiben und flieh'n
zwei faule Schatten im Kerzenschein
Der Kessel singt fuer die zweite Rund
dein muedes Lachen, mein liebster Grund
Und lass es regnen, lass den ganzen Himmel bluten
Bleib bei mir, o-ma-né-o
der Regen draussen, das Feuer so nah
deine Haut an meiner, der Kaffee so still
omaneo, ich bleib, weil ich dich will
der Regen draussen, das Feuer so nah
deine Haut an meiner, der Kaffee so still
omaneo, ich bleib, weil ich dich will
Jeder Tropfen ist ein Grund, zu bleib'n
deine Waerme, der Dampf, dein Duft, dein Sein
Gib mir den Sturm und gib mir deine Haut
lass den grauen Tag herein, ganz vertraut
deine Waerme, der Dampf, dein Duft, dein Sein
Gib mir den Sturm und gib mir deine Haut
lass den grauen Tag herein, ganz vertraut
So lass es regnen, bis die Lichter geh'n
dein Herzschlag und der Sturm, so schoen
dein Herzschlag und der Sturm, so schoen
Bleib bei mir, o-ma-né-o
der Regen draussen, das Feuer so nah
deine Haut an meiner, der Kaffee so still
omaneo, ich bleib, weil ich dich will
der Regen draussen, das Feuer so nah
deine Haut an meiner, der Kaffee so still
omaneo, ich bleib, weil ich dich will
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... bleib bei mir...
der Regen draussen, das Feuer so nah...
der Regen draussen, das Feuer so nah...
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Crooner · Lied 12
The Only Clock
Fauler MorgenZwei Hände um die warme Tasse, Krümel im Bett und Zeit im Überfluss.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Crooner · Lied 13
An Excuse to Hold You
WinterabendWarmes Gold rinnt ins Glas, während der Winter vor dem Fenster friert.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Crooner · Lied 14
The Last Sweetness
Der letzte SchluckEin letzter warmer Zug, dann Stille — und du ganz nah an meiner Seite.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Hamburg, Deutschland · 1980er
Musikrichtung 09 von 28
Deutschpop
Hamburg, Deutschland
Der Deutschpop fand in Städten wie Hamburg seinen Boden, wo aus der Neuen Deutschen Welle der späten 1970er und frühen 1980er Jahre eine eigenständige deutschsprachige Popmusik erwuchs. Hamburg, seit Jahrhunderten großer Kaffeehandelshafen, verbindet Weltoffenheit mit norddeutscher Klarheit. Diesen Sinn für gute, unprätentiöse Qualität teilt omaneo mit jeder Tasse.
↓ die Lieder
Deutschpop · Lied 01
Keine Eile, keine Wecker
Der erste SchluckMorgengold auf der Zunge, noch eh der Tag erwacht.
Mmm... guten Morgen, Liebes...
der Tag lässt sich noch Zeit...
der Tag lässt sich noch Zeit...
Das Licht liegt auf dem Kissen, der Kaffee dampft schon leis,
du träumst noch halb im Warmen, dein Arm auf meiner Reis'.
Ich nehm den ersten Schluck ganz sacht, den Morgen auf der Zunge,
doch süßer als der Kaffee ist, wie du erwachst, du Junge.
du träumst noch halb im Warmen, dein Arm auf meiner Reis'.
Ich nehm den ersten Schluck ganz sacht, den Morgen auf der Zunge,
doch süßer als der Kaffee ist, wie du erwachst, du Junge.
Keine Eile, keine Wecker,
nur der Kessel und dein Atem...
nur der Kessel und dein Atem...
O-ma-né-o, warm wie dieser Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und goldnes Licht.
Jeder kleine Schluck ist sanftes Sorgen,
omaneo, ich lass dich nicht.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und goldnes Licht.
Jeder kleine Schluck ist sanftes Sorgen,
omaneo, ich lass dich nicht.
Deine Hand auf meiner Schulter, die Tasse zwischen zwei,
das Bittre und der Honig, der Morgen schmeckt nach dir und frei.
das Bittre und der Honig, der Morgen schmeckt nach dir und frei.
O-ma-né-o, warm wie dieser Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und goldnes Licht.
Jeder kleine Schluck ist sanftes Sorgen,
omaneo, ich lass dich nicht.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und goldnes Licht.
Jeder kleine Schluck ist sanftes Sorgen,
omaneo, ich lass dich nicht.
lass den Tag noch draußen warten,
lass den Kaffee kalt und gut,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als in dieser warmen Ruh'...
lass den Kaffee kalt und gut,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als in dieser warmen Ruh'...
bleib noch liegen... eine Stunde...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 02
Der Wein ist fürs Jetzt
Zwei Gläser in der DämmerungWenn das Licht sich neigt und die Stunde uns gehört.
Das Licht wird tief...
komm näher zu mir...
komm näher zu mir...
Zwei Gläser auf dem Tische, das Rot wie Abendrot,
die Kerze wirft die Schatten, die Stunde kennt kein' Not.
Wir brauchen keine Worte, der Wein sagt, was er meint,
deine Hand auf weißem Linnen, das Weichste, das mir scheint.
die Kerze wirft die Schatten, die Stunde kennt kein' Not.
Wir brauchen keine Worte, der Wein sagt, was er meint,
deine Hand auf weißem Linnen, das Weichste, das mir scheint.
Schenk ein wenig langsamer,
lass die Dämmrung stehn...
lass die Dämmrung stehn...
O-ma-né-o, süß wie diese Stunde,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meinem Mund.
Jeder kleine Schluck ein leiser Bunde,
omaneo, in dieser Rund'.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meinem Mund.
Jeder kleine Schluck ein leiser Bunde,
omaneo, in dieser Rund'.
Der Kaffee ist für morgen, der Wein ist für das Jetzt,
und du bist einzig Grund genug, dass ich mich zu dir setz'.
und du bist einzig Grund genug, dass ich mich zu dir setz'.
O-ma-né-o, süß wie diese Stunde,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meinem Mund.
Jeder kleine Schluck ein leiser Bunde,
omaneo, in dieser Rund'.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meinem Mund.
Jeder kleine Schluck ein leiser Bunde,
omaneo, in dieser Rund'.
lass den Abend uns verschütten
wie das letzte bisschen Licht,
nichts mehr müssen, nichts mehr sagen,
nur der Wein und dein Gesicht...
wie das letzte bisschen Licht,
nichts mehr müssen, nichts mehr sagen,
nur der Wein und dein Gesicht...
noch ein Glas... noch eine Stunde...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 03
Ein Duft, ein ganzes Jahr
Ein Duft von damalsEin Dampf, ein Hauch – und du bist wieder hier.
Dieser Duft... nimmt mich mit zurück...
Geröstete Bohnen, Zimt und ein Regen vor der Tür,
und plötzlich bin ich jünger, und du bist wieder hier.
Ein Duft hält ein ganzes Jahr fest, ein' Sommer in 'nem Hauch,
die Küche, wo du mich geküsst hast, das Ungesagte auch.
und plötzlich bin ich jünger, und du bist wieder hier.
Ein Duft hält ein ganzes Jahr fest, ein' Sommer in 'nem Hauch,
die Küche, wo du mich geküsst hast, das Ungesagte auch.
Augen zu und folgen,
wohin der Dampf mich trägt...
wohin der Dampf mich trägt...
O-ma-né-o, Erinnrung in dem Dampfe,
o-ma-né-o, steigend, weich und schwer.
Jeder kleine Duft ist sanftes Kämpfen,
omaneo, um damals her.
o-ma-né-o, steigend, weich und schwer.
Jeder kleine Duft ist sanftes Kämpfen,
omaneo, um damals her.
Die Tasse ist nur Tasse, bis sie dich in sich trägt,
dann schmeckt der stille Morgen nach etwas, das mich bewegt.
dann schmeckt der stille Morgen nach etwas, das mich bewegt.
O-ma-né-o, Erinnrung in dem Dampfe,
o-ma-né-o, steigend, weich und schwer.
Jeder kleine Duft ist sanftes Kämpfen,
omaneo, um damals her.
o-ma-né-o, steigend, weich und schwer.
Jeder kleine Duft ist sanftes Kämpfen,
omaneo, um damals her.
komm zurück für einen Atem,
für ein Lied, für einen Duft,
für die Wärme, die wir waren,
und die Worte in der Luft...
für ein Lied, für einen Duft,
für die Wärme, die wir waren,
und die Worte in der Luft...
komm zurück... nur für einen Hauch...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 04
Leiser als das Schweigen
Hände überm TischZwei Gläser, zwei Hände, ein leises Näherrücken.
Greif nach mir... nur ein wenig näher...
Das Café wird langsam leerer, das letzte Licht am Rand,
zwei Tassen längst erkaltet, doch keiner will zur Wand.
Deine Hand rückt zu meiner Hand, überm Kaffeefleck ganz sacht,
und alles wird so stille wie die Stille vor der Nacht.
zwei Tassen längst erkaltet, doch keiner will zur Wand.
Deine Hand rückt zu meiner Hand, überm Kaffeefleck ganz sacht,
und alles wird so stille wie die Stille vor der Nacht.
Sag jetzt bitte gar nichts,
lass die Finger nur...
lass die Finger nur...
O-ma-né-o, leiser als das Schweigen,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Haut.
Jede kleine Nähe ein Verzeihen,
omaneo, komm, sei vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Haut.
Jede kleine Nähe ein Verzeihen,
omaneo, komm, sei vertraut.
Der Kellner dämpft die Lampe, die Stadt beginnt zu ruhn,
doch hier an diesem Tische ist Morgen noch zu tun.
doch hier an diesem Tische ist Morgen noch zu tun.
O-ma-né-o, leiser als das Schweigen,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Haut.
Jede kleine Nähe ein Verzeihen,
omaneo, komm, sei vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Haut.
Jede kleine Nähe ein Verzeihen,
omaneo, komm, sei vertraut.
nimm die Zeit, sie läuft nicht weiter,
nicht in diesem kleinen Licht,
nur die Wärme deiner Finger,
nur dein leises Angesicht...
nicht in diesem kleinen Licht,
nur die Wärme deiner Finger,
nur dein leises Angesicht...
bleib... beweg die Hand nicht...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 05
Kakao auf meinem Mund
Kuss wie dunkle SchokoladeErst bitter, dann süß – dunkel und ganz nah.
Komm her... lass mich die Nacht auf dir schmecken...
Erst bitter auf den Lippen, dann süß darunter weich,
dunkle Schokolade, Espresso, und du so nah, so reich.
Die Kerze fast am Ende, die Platte dreht ganz tief,
und jeder Kuss geht tiefer als der, der eben schlief.
dunkle Schokolade, Espresso, und du so nah, so reich.
Die Kerze fast am Ende, die Platte dreht ganz tief,
und jeder Kuss geht tiefer als der, der eben schlief.
Langsam, meine Liebe,
lass es schmelzen sacht...
lass es schmelzen sacht...
O-ma-né-o, dunkel, süß und glühend,
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder kleine Kuss die Welt verglühend,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder kleine Kuss die Welt verglühend,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
Die Tasse steht vergessen, noch warm am Bettesrand,
doch ich hab süß're Gründe, zu bleiben, wo ich sank in Land.
doch ich hab süß're Gründe, zu bleiben, wo ich sank in Land.
O-ma-né-o, dunkel, süß und glühend,
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder kleine Kuss die Welt verglühend,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder kleine Kuss die Welt verglühend,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
kein Gedanke mehr an morgen,
nur die Wärme, nur die Haut,
nur der letzte dunkle Schluck, Liebes,
und ein Kuss, der sich vertraut...
nur die Wärme, nur die Haut,
nur der letzte dunkle Schluck, Liebes,
und ein Kuss, der sich vertraut...
noch einer... langsam... noch einer...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 06
Salz, Dampf und Wein
Kochen zu zweitEin warmes Zuhause, Blumen am Fenster, du und ich.
Reich mir den Wein, Liebes... komm ein bisschen näher...
Knoblauch in der Pfanne, ein Lied ganz leis im Raum,
du stiehlst 'nen Schluck vom Rotwein und tanzt durch meinen Traum.
Der Kaffee ist für später, die Soße fast schon gut,
doch jetzt zählt nur das Rühren und das Anstoßen mit Mut.
du stiehlst 'nen Schluck vom Rotwein und tanzt durch meinen Traum.
Der Kaffee ist für später, die Soße fast schon gut,
doch jetzt zählt nur das Rühren und das Anstoßen mit Mut.
Probier vom Holzlöffel,
sag mir, ist es recht...
sag mir, ist es recht...
O-ma-né-o, Köcheln in dem Abend,
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Moment ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Moment ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
Wir brennen mal was leicht an, wir lachen, fangen neu,
und das ist alles, was ich wollte, 'ne Küche und du treu.
und das ist alles, was ich wollte, 'ne Küche und du treu.
O-ma-né-o, Köcheln in dem Abend,
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Moment ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Moment ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
lass die Welt vor'm Fenster warten,
lass die Soße überziehn,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als mit dir in dieser Küch'...
lass die Soße überziehn,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als mit dir in dieser Küch'...
noch ein Bissen... noch ein Rühren...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 07
Wärmer als das Wetter
Regen am FensterDraußen grau, hier drin golden – Wärme in zwei Händen.
Hör mal... es regnet... komm näher an die Wärme...
Das Fenster voller Wasser, die Welt da draußen grau,
doch hier drin ist es golden, und du bleibst, meine Frau.
Zwei Tassen, die noch dampfen, 'ne Decke und die Haut,
der Sturm kann sich den Abend nehmen, wir sind uns anvertraut.
doch hier drin ist es golden, und du bleibst, meine Frau.
Zwei Tassen, die noch dampfen, 'ne Decke und die Haut,
der Sturm kann sich den Abend nehmen, wir sind uns anvertraut.
lass es draußen fallen,
wir gehn heut nicht hinaus...
wir gehn heut nicht hinaus...
O-ma-né-o, wärmer als das Wetter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen hält uns fest, ist Retter,
omaneo, lass die Stunden, lass.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen hält uns fest, ist Retter,
omaneo, lass die Stunden, lass.
Der Kessel singt sein Liedchen, die Platte dreht sich sacht,
und irgendwo im Donner beginnt die stille Nacht.
und irgendwo im Donner beginnt die stille Nacht.
O-ma-né-o, wärmer als das Wetter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen hält uns fest, ist Retter,
omaneo, lass die Stunden, lass.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen hält uns fest, ist Retter,
omaneo, lass die Stunden, lass.
soll die ganze Welt da klopfen,
wir, wir hören sie nicht mehr,
nur den Regen, nur die Wärme,
nur dein Herz und meins, nicht schwer...
wir, wir hören sie nicht mehr,
nur den Regen, nur die Wärme,
nur dein Herz und meins, nicht schwer...
bleib drin... bleib warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 08
Das kleinste Versprechen
Für dich gemachtEin warmer Strahl, ein stilles Versprechen – dein Morgen beginnt in meiner Tasse.
Bleib im Bett, Liebes... lass mich das für dich tun...
Ich weiß genau, wie du's magst, ein bisschen süß, nicht stark,
ich hab's gelernt wie'n Liebeslied, gesummt durch Jahr und Mark.
Die Mühle und der Kessel, die kleine, tägliche Kunst,
ich mach dir Kaffee, Liebes, so wie ich halt deine Gunst.
ich hab's gelernt wie'n Liebeslied, gesummt durch Jahr und Mark.
Die Mühle und der Kessel, die kleine, tägliche Kunst,
ich mach dir Kaffee, Liebes, so wie ich halt deine Gunst.
Dampf steigt langsam auf jetzt,
Morgen ist im Kommen...
Morgen ist im Kommen...
O-ma-né-o, mit all meinem Sorgen,
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett getragen.
Jeder kleine, geteilte Morgen,
omaneo, mein stilles Wagen.
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett getragen.
Jeder kleine, geteilte Morgen,
omaneo, mein stilles Wagen.
Es ist nicht bloß Gewohnheit, es ist mein leises Bleib,
das kleinste aller Versprechen, das ich dir täglich schreib.
das kleinste aller Versprechen, das ich dir täglich schreib.
O-ma-né-o, mit all meinem Sorgen,
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett getragen.
Jeder kleine, geteilte Morgen,
omaneo, mein stilles Wagen.
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett getragen.
Jeder kleine, geteilte Morgen,
omaneo, mein stilles Wagen.
nimm die Tasse, nimm die Wärme,
nimm den Morgen, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich geben kann, Liebes,
leg ich still in deine Truh'...
nimm den Morgen, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich geben kann, Liebes,
leg ich still in deine Truh'...
da bist du... genau wie du's magst...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 09
Barfuß auf den Fliesen
Nah und warmBohne an Bohne im weichen Licht – so wiegen sich zwei, barfuß und leise.
Keine Musik nötig... komm einfach her...
Das Geschirr kann ruhig warten, das Licht hängt tief und mild,
ich nehm dich an der Hand und zieh dich nah, ganz sanft und wild.
Barfuß auf den Fliesen, der Kaffee wird schon kalt,
dein Kopf an meiner Schulter ist das Einzge, was mir Halt.
ich nehm dich an der Hand und zieh dich nah, ganz sanft und wild.
Barfuß auf den Fliesen, der Kaffee wird schon kalt,
dein Kopf an meiner Schulter ist das Einzge, was mir Halt.
ein Schritt und dann noch einer,
nirgends müssen sein...
nirgends müssen sein...
O-ma-né-o, wiegend in der Küche,
o-ma-né-o, summend in der Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung eine Bitte,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
o-ma-né-o, summend in der Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung eine Bitte,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
Der Kühlschrank summt ganz leise, die Uhr vergisst die Zeit,
und so lieb ich dich, im Dreivierteltakt, jenseits der Reihn.
und so lieb ich dich, im Dreivierteltakt, jenseits der Reihn.
O-ma-né-o, wiegend in der Küche,
o-ma-né-o, summend in der Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung eine Bitte,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
o-ma-né-o, summend in der Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung eine Bitte,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
lass die Welt sich weiterdrehen,
wir, wir drehn uns nur zu zweit,
barfuß, leise, in der Küche,
in der warmen, kleinen Zeit...
wir, wir drehn uns nur zu zweit,
barfuß, leise, in der Küche,
in der warmen, kleinen Zeit...
noch ein Lied... noch ein Wiegen...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 10
Eiskaffee am Nachmittag
Goldener AufgussDampf im Gegenlicht – der Sommer legt sich warm auf Haut und Tasse.
Komm... der Sommer liegt auf deiner Haut...
Eiskaffee am Nachmittag, die Zeit steht einfach still,
dein' Schulter in der Sonne, und ich weiß genau, was ich will.
Ein Kuss schmeckt nach dem Sommer, nach Kaffee und nach Salz,
der Tag wird endlos lange, wenn du ihn füllst mit allem.
dein' Schulter in der Sonne, und ich weiß genau, was ich will.
Ein Kuss schmeckt nach dem Sommer, nach Kaffee und nach Salz,
der Tag wird endlos lange, wenn du ihn füllst mit allem.
ganz langsam, meine Liebe,
lass die Sonne stehn...
lass die Sonne stehn...
O-ma-né-o, süß wie dieser Sommer,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
Der Sand, das offne Fenster, der Kaffee längst schon kalt,
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein leiser Aufenthalt.
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein leiser Aufenthalt.
O-ma-né-o, süß wie dieser Sommer,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
lass den Sommer nie mehr enden,
lass die Sonne auf uns stehn,
nur die Wärme, nur die Nähe,
nur dein Lachen, nie vergehn...
lass die Sonne auf uns stehn,
nur die Wärme, nur die Nähe,
nur dein Lachen, nie vergehn...
bleib noch... ein Sommer mehr...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 11
Kein Zurückhalten mehr
Mit ganzem HerzenZimt, Wärme und ein Herz aus Gebäck – ich halte nichts mehr zurück.
Nimm es... nimm alles... es war immer deins...
Ich geb mich nicht so leicht hin, doch du hast's aufgeschlossen,
du strömtest in mein Stilles wie der Morgen, unverdrossen.
Der Kaffee und die Kerze, der Wein, der Regen, die Haut,
sie waren nur die Türen, durch die du kamst, vertraut.
du strömtest in mein Stilles wie der Morgen, unverdrossen.
Der Kaffee und die Kerze, der Wein, der Regen, die Haut,
sie waren nur die Türen, durch die du kamst, vertraut.
kein Zurückhalten mehr jetzt,
nichts mehr zu verstecken...
nichts mehr zu verstecken...
O-ma-né-o, alles von mir gegeben,
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
So schenk mich ganz und gar aus, ich halt nichts mehr zurück,
ich bin dein in jedem Ritual, im Wachen und im Glück.
ich bin dein in jedem Ritual, im Wachen und im Glück.
O-ma-né-o, alles von mir gegeben,
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
nimm die Wärme, nimm die Stunden,
nimm den Kaffee, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich bin, Liebes,
leg ich offen, nur für dich, zu...
nimm den Kaffee, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich bin, Liebes,
leg ich offen, nur für dich, zu...
alles von mir... omaneo...
alles von mir... omaneo...
alles von mir... omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 12
Krümel auf der Decke
Bleib noch liegenKaffee auf weißem Leinen – ein fauler Morgen, ganz für uns.
Mmm... steh noch nicht auf, Liebes...
bleib hier bei mir...
bleib hier bei mir...
Der Kaffee auf dem Nachttisch, das Brötchen wird schon kalt,
da liegen Krümel auf der Decke und ein Lachen, warm und alt.
Der Morgen hat es nicht eilig, der Vorhang glüht ganz sacht,
und dein Lachen ist die einzge Uhr, die mir den Morgen macht.
da liegen Krümel auf der Decke und ein Lachen, warm und alt.
Der Morgen hat es nicht eilig, der Vorhang glüht ganz sacht,
und dein Lachen ist die einzge Uhr, die mir den Morgen macht.
noch 'ne faule Stunde,
Krümel, Kaffee, Haut...
Krümel, Kaffee, Haut...
O-ma-né-o, Frühstück in dem Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
Ein Kuss, der schmeckt nach Butter, nach Kaffee und nach dir,
die ganze Welt darf weiterdrehn, wir bleiben einfach hier.
die ganze Welt darf weiterdrehn, wir bleiben einfach hier.
O-ma-né-o, Frühstück in dem Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
lass den Tag mal ohne uns sein,
lass den Kaffee kalt und gut,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als in diesem faulen Mut...
lass den Kaffee kalt und gut,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als in diesem faulen Mut...
bleib im Bett... noch eine Stunde...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 13
Winter ist nur Vorwand
In beide Hände gelegtKomm rein aus der Kälte – die Tasse wärmt, was meine Hände halten.
Komm rein aus der Kälte, Liebes...
lass mich deine Hände wärmen...
lass mich deine Hände wärmen...
Der Frost liegt auf dem Fenster, der Abend färbt sich blau,
ich leg die Tasse in die Hände dir und zieh dich näher, Frau.
Der Dampf steigt langsam auf jetzt, die Heizung summt so leis,
und Winter ist nur Vorwand, dich zu halten, warm und weis'.
ich leg die Tasse in die Hände dir und zieh dich näher, Frau.
Der Dampf steigt langsam auf jetzt, die Heizung summt so leis,
und Winter ist nur Vorwand, dich zu halten, warm und weis'.
warme Hände, wärmres Herze,
lass die Kält' da draußen stehn...
lass die Kält' da draußen stehn...
O-ma-né-o, warm im tiefen Winter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Kält' und Haut.
Jeder kleine Schluck ein sanfter Kinder,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Kält' und Haut.
Jeder kleine Schluck ein sanfter Kinder,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
Dein' Wange kalt wie Morgen, dein Atem eine Wolk',
doch hier bei zwei Tassen Kaffee ist warm das ganze Volk.
doch hier bei zwei Tassen Kaffee ist warm das ganze Volk.
O-ma-né-o, warm im tiefen Winter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Kält' und Haut.
Jeder kleine Schluck ein sanfter Kinder,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Kält' und Haut.
Jeder kleine Schluck ein sanfter Kinder,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
lass es schnein an unsre Scheibe,
lass den grauen Abend friern,
wir ham Kaffee, wir ham Kerzen,
wir ham das, und wir ham's gern...
lass den grauen Abend friern,
wir ham Kaffee, wir ham Kerzen,
wir ham das, und wir ham's gern...
bleib im Warmen... bleib bei mir...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Deutschpop · Lied 14
Bis zum Morgenort
Gute NachtEin letzter warmer Schluck im Dämmerlicht, dann nur noch Ruhe und Nähe.
letzter Schluck, Liebes... dann schlafen...
komm, leg dich hin...
komm, leg dich hin...
Die Tassen in der Küche, die Kerze fast schon aus,
der lange Tag legt sich ganz weich wie Sonne über's Haus.
Ein letzter warmer, stiller Schluck, dein Kopf an meiner Brust,
und alles Ungesagte darf jetzt ruhn, ganz ohne Lust.
der lange Tag legt sich ganz weich wie Sonne über's Haus.
Ein letzter warmer, stiller Schluck, dein Kopf an meiner Brust,
und alles Ungesagte darf jetzt ruhn, ganz ohne Lust.
mach die Augen zu jetzt, Liebes,
lass den Abend gehn...
lass den Abend gehn...
O-ma-né-o, still wie dieses Ende,
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder kleine Atem sanftes Wende,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder kleine Atem sanftes Wende,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
Das Haus ist endlich ruhig, die Lampe durch den Spalt,
und du bist meine letzte Süße, die ich mit in Träume halt.
und du bist meine letzte Süße, die ich mit in Träume halt.
O-ma-né-o, still wie dieses Ende,
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder kleine Atem sanftes Wende,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder kleine Atem sanftes Wende,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
kein Gerede mehr, kein Kaffee,
nur dein Schlaf, so schwer und nah,
und der letzte warme Schluck, Liebes,
und 'ne Ruhe, die ich sah...
nur dein Schlaf, so schwer und nah,
und der letzte warme Schluck, Liebes,
und 'ne Ruhe, die ich sah...
gute Nacht, Liebes... gute Nacht...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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New York City, USA · 1970er
Musikrichtung 10 von 28
Disco
New York City, USA
Disco entstand Anfang der 1970er Jahre in den Clubs New Yorks, getragen von afroamerikanischen, lateinamerikanischen und queeren Communities — ein Rhythmus, gemacht für die Nacht und die Bewegung. Seine pulsierende Energie spiegelt den Takt der Großstadt. Für omaneo ist das der Espresso-Moment: konzentriert, belebend, voller Schwung.
↓ die Lieder
Disco · Lied 01
Barefoot in the Morning Glow
Der erste SchluckWenn der Morgen noch warm auf der Haut liegt
Mmm, first light on your shoulder, baby
soft and slow, o-ma-né-o
soft and slow, o-ma-né-o
Steam is rising golden in the early light of day
your bare skin in the doorway takes my breath away
I grind the beans so gentle while you're stretching in the sun
this quiet little ritual where the two of us are one
your bare skin in the doorway takes my breath away
I grind the beans so gentle while you're stretching in the sun
this quiet little ritual where the two of us are one
So come and taste the morning, let it melt upon your tongue
feel the heat between my fingers, feel the record softly hummed
feel the heat between my fingers, feel the record softly hummed
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
oh omaneo, don't let go
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
oh omaneo, don't let go
The cream swirls like a river in a little porcelain sky
your lips around the rim of it, oh you don't have to try
the day can wait a minute, let the kettle sing its tune
we're dancing barefoot dizzy in the honey of the room
your lips around the rim of it, oh you don't have to try
the day can wait a minute, let the kettle sing its tune
we're dancing barefoot dizzy in the honey of the room
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
oh omaneo, don't let go
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
oh omaneo, don't let go
Every drop's a heartbeat, every sip a soft caress
the strings come up like sunrise on the small of your address
I could stay here forever in this warm and shining brew
one cup for me my darling, and the rest of me for you
the strings come up like sunrise on the small of your address
I could stay here forever in this warm and shining brew
one cup for me my darling, and the rest of me for you
The mugs are getting empty but the feeling's getting full
your fingers laced through mine now, oh the morning's beautiful
we'll do it all tomorrow when the light comes creeping in
this golden little heaven where our every day begins
your fingers laced through mine now, oh the morning's beautiful
we'll do it all tomorrow when the light comes creeping in
this golden little heaven where our every day begins
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
oh omaneo, don't let go
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
oh omaneo, don't let go
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
oh, stay with me and let it flow
oh, stay with me and let it flow
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Disco · Lied 02
Crimson in the Afterglow
DämmerstundeEin Glas im letzten goldenen Licht, ganz nah beisammen
Evening falls, o-ma-né-o
two red glasses in the afterglow
two red glasses in the afterglow
The sun is spilling velvet on the table where we lean
two glasses catch the fire of a day that's turned to sheen
your shoulder finds my shoulder as the streetlights start to hum
and later there is coffee, but for now the dusk has come
two glasses catch the fire of a day that's turned to sheen
your shoulder finds my shoulder as the streetlights start to hum
and later there is coffee, but for now the dusk has come
So pour a little closer, let the crimson kiss the air
your laughter in the twilight is the only prayer I share
your laughter in the twilight is the only prayer I share
In the dusk, o-ma-né-o
wine on your lips and the candles low
one more glass and the night unfolds
omaneo, the sweetest secret that the evening holds
oh omaneo, don't let go
wine on your lips and the candles low
one more glass and the night unfolds
omaneo, the sweetest secret that the evening holds
oh omaneo, don't let go
We talk about the little things until the words run dry
then silence does the talking under all that purple sky
the espresso waits till midnight, dark and rich and true
but the wine is doing something to the way I look at you
then silence does the talking under all that purple sky
the espresso waits till midnight, dark and rich and true
but the wine is doing something to the way I look at you
In the dusk, o-ma-né-o
wine on your lips and the candles low
one more glass and the night unfolds
omaneo, the sweetest secret that the evening holds
oh omaneo, don't let go
wine on your lips and the candles low
one more glass and the night unfolds
omaneo, the sweetest secret that the evening holds
oh omaneo, don't let go
Strings are swelling softly like the tide against the shore
and every time you touch me I'm a little more, a little more
the glasses catch our shadows as they lean into the light
two hearts and one slow rhythm rolling gently into night
and every time you touch me I'm a little more, a little more
the glasses catch our shadows as they lean into the light
two hearts and one slow rhythm rolling gently into night
The bottle's almost empty but the feeling's just begun
your eyes are lit like embers of the slow departing sun
we'll finish with a coffee when the stars come out to play
but this is where I'll live now, in the amber of the day
your eyes are lit like embers of the slow departing sun
we'll finish with a coffee when the stars come out to play
but this is where I'll live now, in the amber of the day
In the dusk, o-ma-né-o
wine on your lips and the candles low
one more glass and the night unfolds
omaneo, the sweetest secret that the evening holds
oh omaneo, don't let go
wine on your lips and the candles low
one more glass and the night unfolds
omaneo, the sweetest secret that the evening holds
oh omaneo, don't let go
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
into the night we softly go
into the night we softly go
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Disco · Lied 03
Fingers in the Candleglow
Hand in HandEin Herz im Schaum, das über den Tisch reicht
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
across the table, soft and slow
across the table, soft and slow
Two cups of steaming darkness sit between us in the light
your fingers cross the linen like a whisper in the night
I feel you before I touch you, feel the warmth before the skin
and everything around us fades the moment we begin
your fingers cross the linen like a whisper in the night
I feel you before I touch you, feel the warmth before the skin
and everything around us fades the moment we begin
So reach a little further, let the coffee turn to cold
this table is an ocean and your hand is all I hold
this table is an ocean and your hand is all I hold
Hands across the table, o-ma-né-o
fingers finding fingers in the candle's glow
the coffee going cold but our hearts aglow
omaneo, there's a whole warm world in the touch we know
oh omaneo, don't let go
fingers finding fingers in the candle's glow
the coffee going cold but our hearts aglow
omaneo, there's a whole warm world in the touch we know
oh omaneo, don't let go
Your palm is like a promise, every line a little map
of all the places we could go if I could close the gap
the sugar sits forgotten and the cream begins to skin
but nothing tastes as sweet as this, the warmth of your soft skin
of all the places we could go if I could close the gap
the sugar sits forgotten and the cream begins to skin
but nothing tastes as sweet as this, the warmth of your soft skin
Hands across the table, o-ma-né-o
fingers finding fingers in the candle's glow
the coffee going cold but our hearts aglow
omaneo, there's a whole warm world in the touch we know
oh omaneo, don't let go
fingers finding fingers in the candle's glow
the coffee going cold but our hearts aglow
omaneo, there's a whole warm world in the touch we know
oh omaneo, don't let go
The horns come in like morning through a window left ajar
and I could read your future in the trembling that you are
just skin on skin on linen while the strings begin to soar
one touch across the table, and I'm asking for one more
and I could read your future in the trembling that you are
just skin on skin on linen while the strings begin to soar
one touch across the table, and I'm asking for one more
We haven't said a sentence but we've told each other all
the coffee's gone completely and the evening starts to fall
your thumb draws little circles in the center of my hand
this is the only language that the two of us understand
the coffee's gone completely and the evening starts to fall
your thumb draws little circles in the center of my hand
this is the only language that the two of us understand
Hands across the table, o-ma-né-o
fingers finding fingers in the candle's glow
the coffee going cold but our hearts aglow
omaneo, there's a whole warm world in the touch we know
oh omaneo, don't let go
fingers finding fingers in the candle's glow
the coffee going cold but our hearts aglow
omaneo, there's a whole warm world in the touch we know
oh omaneo, don't let go
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
across the table, don't let go
across the table, don't let go
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Disco · Lied 04
Shiver and a Shimmer
Dunkler KussBittersüß und warm, im weichen Halbdunkel gemacht
Taste of night, o-ma-né-o
dark and sweet and burning slow
dark and sweet and burning slow
Seventy percent of heaven melting slowly on your lips
a bitterness so beautiful it lives inside your kiss
I sip my little espresso then I lean into your mouth
and every sweet dark second turns my northern soul to south
a bitterness so beautiful it lives inside your kiss
I sip my little espresso then I lean into your mouth
and every sweet dark second turns my northern soul to south
So kiss me like the cocoa, let it linger, let it stay
a shiver and a shimmer and the world just melts away
a shiver and a shimmer and the world just melts away
Dark chocolate kiss, o-ma-né-o
bittersweet and burning slow
cocoa on your lips and the Rhodes aglow
omaneo, you're the richest thing my heart could know
oh omaneo, don't let go
bittersweet and burning slow
cocoa on your lips and the Rhodes aglow
omaneo, you're the richest thing my heart could know
oh omaneo, don't let go
The espresso and the chocolate are a language on their own
a rush of dark and velvet that we taste when we're alone
your kiss is like a truffle that I never want to end
a sweetness with an edge to it, oh come and kiss again
a rush of dark and velvet that we taste when we're alone
your kiss is like a truffle that I never want to end
a sweetness with an edge to it, oh come and kiss again
Dark chocolate kiss, o-ma-né-o
bittersweet and burning slow
cocoa on your lips and the Rhodes aglow
omaneo, you're the richest thing my heart could know
oh omaneo, don't let go
bittersweet and burning slow
cocoa on your lips and the Rhodes aglow
omaneo, you're the richest thing my heart could know
oh omaneo, don't let go
The strings dissolve like sugar in the warmth between our skin
and every kiss is deeper than the one that's just begun
oh bitter, sweeter, darker, let it roll upon my tongue
a taste of you forever and the night is still so young
and every kiss is deeper than the one that's just begun
oh bitter, sweeter, darker, let it roll upon my tongue
a taste of you forever and the night is still so young
The candle's almost melted and the cocoa's almost gone
but the flavor of your kisses is a fire that carries on
I'll wake up in the morning with the taste still on my lips
a dark and sweet remembering of all these midnight sips
but the flavor of your kisses is a fire that carries on
I'll wake up in the morning with the taste still on my lips
a dark and sweet remembering of all these midnight sips
Dark chocolate kiss, o-ma-né-o
bittersweet and burning slow
cocoa on your lips and the Rhodes aglow
omaneo, you're the richest thing my heart could know
oh omaneo, don't let go
bittersweet and burning slow
cocoa on your lips and the Rhodes aglow
omaneo, you're the richest thing my heart could know
oh omaneo, don't let go
Taste me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark and sweet, don't let me go
dark and sweet, don't let me go
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Disco · Lied 05
Velvet Skin and Embers
Regen am FensterDraußen grau, drinnen Wärme im goldenen Schein
Let it fall, o-ma-né-o
rain outside and the fire low
rain outside and the fire low
The rain is drawing rivers down the glass in silver lines
and in here it's all warm shadows where your body meets with mine
the coffee's on the burner and the record's spinning slow
outside the world is weeping but in here we're all aglow
and in here it's all warm shadows where your body meets with mine
the coffee's on the burner and the record's spinning slow
outside the world is weeping but in here we're all aglow
So let it pour forever, let the thunder roll and break
I've got your skin against me and there's nothing more to take
I've got your skin against me and there's nothing more to take
Rain on the window, o-ma-né-o
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin like velvet and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the whole grey world just come and go
oh omaneo, don't let go
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin like velvet and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the whole grey world just come and go
oh omaneo, don't let go
Your head is on my chest now and the storm begins to sing
a lullaby of raindrops on the roof and everything
the mugs are getting empty as the afternoon gets long
and we don't need the sunshine when your heartbeat is our song
a lullaby of raindrops on the roof and everything
the mugs are getting empty as the afternoon gets long
and we don't need the sunshine when your heartbeat is our song
Rain on the window, o-ma-né-o
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin like velvet and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the whole grey world just come and go
oh omaneo, don't let go
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin like velvet and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the whole grey world just come and go
oh omaneo, don't let go
The strings come rolling in like weather over sleepy hills
and every drop that's falling is another little thrill
we'll never leave this blanket, never open up the door
just rain and skin and coffee, and I couldn't ask for more
and every drop that's falling is another little thrill
we'll never leave this blanket, never open up the door
just rain and skin and coffee, and I couldn't ask for more
The daylight's turning silver and the storm begins to fade
but we're not going anywhere from this warm nest we made
another cup of coffee and your fingers in my hair
the rain can fall forever, love, as long as you are there
but we're not going anywhere from this warm nest we made
another cup of coffee and your fingers in my hair
the rain can fall forever, love, as long as you are there
Rain on the window, o-ma-né-o
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin like velvet and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the whole grey world just come and go
oh omaneo, don't let go
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin like velvet and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the whole grey world just come and go
oh omaneo, don't let go
Fall on slow, o-ma-né-o
warm and close, don't let me go
warm and close, don't let me go
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Disco · Lied 06
Spinning in the Amber
Langsamer TanzAus jeder Bohne der Duft, zu dem wir uns wiegen
Take my hand, o-ma-né-o
by the counter, sway it slow
by the counter, sway it slow
The kettle's softly singing and the radio is low
your hips against the table in the kitchen's amber glow
I pull you from the dishes and I spin you to the beat
the linoleum's our ballroom and your body's all I need
your hips against the table in the kitchen's amber glow
I pull you from the dishes and I spin you to the beat
the linoleum's our ballroom and your body's all I need
So sway a little closer, let the coffee percolate
we've got no place to be tonight, the whole slow world can wait
we've got no place to be tonight, the whole slow world can wait
Slow dance in the kitchen, o-ma-né-o
cheek to cheek where the burner's low
turning in the steam and the radio
omaneo, there's nowhere in the world I'd rather go
oh omaneo, don't let go
cheek to cheek where the burner's low
turning in the steam and the radio
omaneo, there's nowhere in the world I'd rather go
oh omaneo, don't let go
Your feet are on my feet now like we did when we were young
the coffee's brewing louder than the melody we're on
I dip you by the window where the evening's turning blue
and every spinning second I fall deeper into you
the coffee's brewing louder than the melody we're on
I dip you by the window where the evening's turning blue
and every spinning second I fall deeper into you
Slow dance in the kitchen, o-ma-né-o
cheek to cheek where the burner's low
turning in the steam and the radio
omaneo, there's nowhere in the world I'd rather go
oh omaneo, don't let go
cheek to cheek where the burner's low
turning in the steam and the radio
omaneo, there's nowhere in the world I'd rather go
oh omaneo, don't let go
The horns come warm as candlelight, the strings begin to rise
and I can see the whole of us reflected in your eyes
just two of us and one slow song and coffee on the stove
a little kitchen kingdom and a lifetime that we wove
and I can see the whole of us reflected in your eyes
just two of us and one slow song and coffee on the stove
a little kitchen kingdom and a lifetime that we wove
The pot is boiling over but we don't break the embrace
the moon is in the window pouring silver on your face
we'll drink it lukewarm later when the record's finally done
for now we keep on turning like the earth around the sun
the moon is in the window pouring silver on your face
we'll drink it lukewarm later when the record's finally done
for now we keep on turning like the earth around the sun
Slow dance in the kitchen, o-ma-né-o
cheek to cheek where the burner's low
turning in the steam and the radio
omaneo, there's nowhere in the world I'd rather go
oh omaneo, don't let go
cheek to cheek where the burner's low
turning in the steam and the radio
omaneo, there's nowhere in the world I'd rather go
oh omaneo, don't let go
Turn with me, o-ma-né-o
in the kitchen, soft and slow
in the kitchen, soft and slow
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Disco · Lied 07
The Love I Pour Inside
Für dich gemachtEin dampfender Gruß im stillen Morgenlicht
Every day, o-ma-né-o
I make it just the way you know
I make it just the way you know
I know you like it darker with a whisper of the cream
I know the way you cradle it still halfway through a dream
I grind it while you're sleeping and I bring it to the bed
this little morning offering, the sweetest thing unsaid
I know the way you cradle it still halfway through a dream
I grind it while you're sleeping and I bring it to the bed
this little morning offering, the sweetest thing unsaid
It's not about the coffee, it's the love I pour inside
each careful, gentle motion is a way of saying I'm beside you
each careful, gentle motion is a way of saying I'm beside you
I make your coffee, o-ma-né-o
just the way that you like it, slow
a cup of morning and a heart aglow
omaneo, it's the little love I'll always show
oh omaneo, don't let go
just the way that you like it, slow
a cup of morning and a heart aglow
omaneo, it's the little love I'll always show
oh omaneo, don't let go
The measure and the water and the warming of the mug
each step's a quiet promise, each one's a little hug
I test it on my own lips just to know that it is right
then carry it in like sunshine to the softness of your night
each step's a quiet promise, each one's a little hug
I test it on my own lips just to know that it is right
then carry it in like sunshine to the softness of your night
I make your coffee, o-ma-né-o
just the way that you like it, slow
a cup of morning and a heart aglow
omaneo, it's the little love I'll always show
oh omaneo, don't let go
just the way that you like it, slow
a cup of morning and a heart aglow
omaneo, it's the little love I'll always show
oh omaneo, don't let go
The strings come up like gratitude for all the ordinary days
the horns are like a hallelujah in the smallest little ways
'cause love is not the grand things, love's the coffee that I brew
one cup for you each morning is a whole life saying you
the horns are like a hallelujah in the smallest little ways
'cause love is not the grand things, love's the coffee that I brew
one cup for you each morning is a whole life saying you
You'll wake and smell the roasting and you'll smile before your eyes
you'll reach out for the warmth of it, my quiet daily prize
I'll do it all tomorrow and forever if you stay
one perfect cup of coffee is my heart on every tray
you'll reach out for the warmth of it, my quiet daily prize
I'll do it all tomorrow and forever if you stay
one perfect cup of coffee is my heart on every tray
I make your coffee, o-ma-né-o
just the way that you like it, slow
a cup of morning and a heart aglow
omaneo, it's the little love I'll always show
oh omaneo, don't let go
just the way that you like it, slow
a cup of morning and a heart aglow
omaneo, it's the little love I'll always show
oh omaneo, don't let go
Every day, o-ma-né-o
I'll make it slow, and I won't go
I'll make it slow, and I won't go
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Disco · Lied 08
A Fragrance Is a Doorway
Der Duft, der dich zurückbringtEin Faden Dampf – und die Erinnerung sitzt dir wieder gegenüber.
Close my eyes, o-ma-né-o
and there you are in the coffee's glow
and there you are in the coffee's glow
A curl of roasting coffee drifting somewhere down the street
and suddenly it's years ago and you're across from me
the same warm little café and the same soft summer rain
one breath and all the tenderness comes flooding back again
and suddenly it's years ago and you're across from me
the same warm little café and the same soft summer rain
one breath and all the tenderness comes flooding back again
It's funny how a fragrance holds a whole life in its hands
one scent and I'm beside you in a memory that stands
one scent and I'm beside you in a memory that stands
The scent that brings you back, o-ma-né-o
coffee on the air and the years ago
your perfume and the warmth I used to know
omaneo, every memory in the beans that grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
coffee on the air and the years ago
your perfume and the warmth I used to know
omaneo, every memory in the beans that grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
I close my eyes and there you are with sugar on your smile
the steam between our faces and the talking for a while
they say that scent's the deepest of the memories we keep
one whisper of the coffee and you're rising from the deep
the steam between our faces and the talking for a while
they say that scent's the deepest of the memories we keep
one whisper of the coffee and you're rising from the deep
The scent that brings you back, o-ma-né-o
coffee on the air and the years ago
your perfume and the warmth I used to know
omaneo, every memory in the beans that grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
coffee on the air and the years ago
your perfume and the warmth I used to know
omaneo, every memory in the beans that grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
The strings unwind like ribbons through a photograph of us
the wah guitar goes weeping and it's all so tremulous
just one warm cup of coffee and the whole thing floods me through
a fragrance is a doorway and it leads me back to you
the wah guitar goes weeping and it's all so tremulous
just one warm cup of coffee and the whole thing floods me through
a fragrance is a doorway and it leads me back to you
So I'll brew another pot of it and let the memory play
the past is in the perfume of an ordinary day
I hold the cup up closer and I breathe you deeply in
and every single morning you come home to me again
the past is in the perfume of an ordinary day
I hold the cup up closer and I breathe you deeply in
and every single morning you come home to me again
The scent that brings you back, o-ma-né-o
coffee on the air and the years ago
your perfume and the warmth I used to know
omaneo, every memory in the beans that grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
coffee on the air and the years ago
your perfume and the warmth I used to know
omaneo, every memory in the beans that grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
Breathe me in, o-ma-né-o
and don't you ever, ever go
and don't you ever, ever go
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Disco · Lied 09
Cooking for Two
Kochen zu zweitZwischen aufgeschlagenem Buch und warmem Glas wird aus einem Abend Zuhause.
Come on in, o-ma-né-o
the pot is warm and the wine's aglow
the pot is warm and the wine's aglow
You're chopping by the window and I'm stirring at the stove
our elbows keep on touching in this little kitchen cove
a splash of wine for cooking and a sip of it for us
the coffee's for the after when the dishes make their fuss
our elbows keep on touching in this little kitchen cove
a splash of wine for cooking and a sip of it for us
the coffee's for the after when the dishes make their fuss
So pass me that tomato and I'll steal a little kiss
there's nothing quite as tender as a supper made like this
there's nothing quite as tender as a supper made like this
Cooking for two, o-ma-né-o
steam on the glass and the flavors flow
a taste from your spoon and the kitchen aglow
omaneo, every recipe's a love we grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
steam on the glass and the flavors flow
a taste from your spoon and the kitchen aglow
omaneo, every recipe's a love we grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
You dip a spoon to taste it and you hold it to my mouth
a little more of something, and we laugh and figure out
the garlic and the butter and the closeness of your skin
the meal is almost ready but the loving's deep within
a little more of something, and we laugh and figure out
the garlic and the butter and the closeness of your skin
the meal is almost ready but the loving's deep within
Cooking for two, o-ma-né-o
steam on the glass and the flavors flow
a taste from your spoon and the kitchen aglow
omaneo, every recipe's a love we grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
steam on the glass and the flavors flow
a taste from your spoon and the kitchen aglow
omaneo, every recipe's a love we grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
The horns come warm as simmering, the strings are like the wine
and everything we're making is a little yours and mine
just two of us and one warm pot and coffee for the end
a supper is a love song when you cook it with your friend
and everything we're making is a little yours and mine
just two of us and one warm pot and coffee for the end
a supper is a love song when you cook it with your friend
We'll sit down at the table when the candle's burning low
two plates and one slow evening in the amber of the glow
and later there'll be coffee and the dishes in the sink
but for now it's all this cooking and the closer that we think
two plates and one slow evening in the amber of the glow
and later there'll be coffee and the dishes in the sink
but for now it's all this cooking and the closer that we think
Cooking for two, o-ma-né-o
steam on the glass and the flavors flow
a taste from your spoon and the kitchen aglow
omaneo, every recipe's a love we grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
steam on the glass and the flavors flow
a taste from your spoon and the kitchen aglow
omaneo, every recipe's a love we grow
oh omaneo, don't let go
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
supper's on and I won't go
supper's on and I won't go
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Disco · Lied 10
Shimmer of July
Sommer auf deinen LippenEspresso über Eis – der ganze Juli in einem kühlen, goldenen Schluck.
Taste the sun, o-ma-né-o
summer on your lips and the breeze so slow
summer on your lips and the breeze so slow
An iced and dripping coffee in the shimmer of July
your sun-warm shoulder near me and the endless open sky
a taste of salt and honey when I lean and steal a kiss
the whole of summer living in a single golden bliss
your sun-warm shoulder near me and the endless open sky
a taste of salt and honey when I lean and steal a kiss
the whole of summer living in a single golden bliss
So kiss me by the water where the afternoon is long
your lips are warm as sunlight and they taste just like a song
your lips are warm as sunlight and they taste just like a song
Summer on your lips, o-ma-né-o
sweet as the cold coffee's afterglow
sand on your skin and the sun so slow
omaneo, you're the warmest season that I know
oh omaneo, don't let go
sweet as the cold coffee's afterglow
sand on your skin and the sun so slow
omaneo, you're the warmest season that I know
oh omaneo, don't let go
The ice is slowly melting in the coffee by the shore
your laughter in the heat haze makes me want you even more
we chase the day till evening when the sky goes rose and gold
and every taste of summer is a memory to hold
your laughter in the heat haze makes me want you even more
we chase the day till evening when the sky goes rose and gold
and every taste of summer is a memory to hold
Summer on your lips, o-ma-né-o
sweet as the cold coffee's afterglow
sand on your skin and the sun so slow
omaneo, you're the warmest season that I know
oh omaneo, don't let go
sweet as the cold coffee's afterglow
sand on your skin and the sun so slow
omaneo, you're the warmest season that I know
oh omaneo, don't let go
The strings shimmer like a heatwave and the wah begins to sway
and I could live inside this one long golden summer's day
just you and me and coffee and the salt upon the air
a season on your kisses and the sunlight in your hair
and I could live inside this one long golden summer's day
just you and me and coffee and the salt upon the air
a season on your kisses and the sunlight in your hair
The summer never lasts, they say, but this one always will
'cause it's living on your lips now and I taste it, taste it still
we'll do it all tomorrow when the sun comes back around
a whole warm world of summer in the way our loving's found
'cause it's living on your lips now and I taste it, taste it still
we'll do it all tomorrow when the sun comes back around
a whole warm world of summer in the way our loving's found
Summer on your lips, o-ma-né-o
sweet as the cold coffee's afterglow
sand on your skin and the sun so slow
omaneo, you're the warmest season that I know
oh omaneo, don't let go
sweet as the cold coffee's afterglow
sand on your skin and the sun so slow
omaneo, you're the warmest season that I know
oh omaneo, don't let go
Taste the sun, o-ma-né-o
summer stays, so don't you go
summer stays, so don't you go
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Disco · Lied 11
The Gold and the Black
Ganz und gar deinDie tiefste Tasse im wärmsten Schein – nichts bleibt zurückgehalten.
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
everything I am, I'll show
everything I am, I'll show
I poured you every morning and I'll pour you every night
the deepest cup of all of me held up into the light
there's nothing that I'm keeping and there's nothing I would hide
the door to all my darkness has your name upon the side
the deepest cup of all of me held up into the light
there's nothing that I'm keeping and there's nothing I would hide
the door to all my darkness has your name upon the side
So take my hands, my heartbeat, take the bitter and the sweet
I'm giving you the whole of me, the coffee and the heat
I'm giving you the whole of me, the coffee and the heat
All of me is yours, o-ma-né-o
every drop of the love I know
the deepest cup and the warmest glow
omaneo, I am yours wherever you may go
oh omaneo, don't let go
every drop of the love I know
the deepest cup and the warmest glow
omaneo, I am yours wherever you may go
oh omaneo, don't let go
You've tasted all my mornings and you've held my darkest brew
you know the way I take it and I take it all for you
there's no half-measure in me, there's no keeping any back
I'm every bean and every drop, the gold and then the black
you know the way I take it and I take it all for you
there's no half-measure in me, there's no keeping any back
I'm every bean and every drop, the gold and then the black
All of me is yours, o-ma-né-o
every drop of the love I know
the deepest cup and the warmest glow
omaneo, I am yours wherever you may go
oh omaneo, don't let go
every drop of the love I know
the deepest cup and the warmest glow
omaneo, I am yours wherever you may go
oh omaneo, don't let go
The strings rise up like offering, the horns are like a vow
and everything I ever was is standing with you now
just take me like the coffee, take me deep and take me true
there's no part of me remaining that does not belong to you
and everything I ever was is standing with you now
just take me like the coffee, take me deep and take me true
there's no part of me remaining that does not belong to you
So drink me down completely, love, and never leave a drop
I'm yours until the morning and I'm yours until we stop
we'll do it all tomorrow and forever, come what may
I gave you all of me last night and all of me today
I'm yours until the morning and I'm yours until we stop
we'll do it all tomorrow and forever, come what may
I gave you all of me last night and all of me today
All of me is yours, o-ma-né-o
every drop of the love I know
the deepest cup and the warmest glow
omaneo, I am yours wherever you may go
oh omaneo, don't let go
every drop of the love I know
the deepest cup and the warmest glow
omaneo, I am yours wherever you may go
oh omaneo, don't let go
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
I am yours, I won't let go
I am yours, I won't let go
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Disco · Lied 12
Crumbs in the Morning Glow
Frühstück im BettKaffee, Gebäck und ein Morgenlicht, das niemals zur Eile drängt.
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
the coffee's warm and the morning slow
the coffee's warm and the morning slow
There's crumbs upon the blanket and there's butter on your chin
a tray of little treasures and the sunlight leaking in
two coffees going lukewarm 'cause we keep on getting lost
in kisses over croissants, and we never count the cost
a tray of little treasures and the sunlight leaking in
two coffees going lukewarm 'cause we keep on getting lost
in kisses over croissants, and we never count the cost
So don't get up, my darling, let the whole slow morning stay
we've got a bed of heaven and the world can wait a day
we've got a bed of heaven and the world can wait a day
Breakfast in bed, o-ma-né-o
coffee and crumbs in the morning glow
kisses and butter and the radio
omaneo, there's no better place I'll ever go
oh omaneo, don't let go
coffee and crumbs in the morning glow
kisses and butter and the radio
omaneo, there's no better place I'll ever go
oh omaneo, don't let go
You steal a bite of toast from me and I steal one right back
a lazy little battle on the softest little track
the coffee tastes like honey when I sip it from your lips
and every crumb's a reason for a hundred more soft kisses
a lazy little battle on the softest little track
the coffee tastes like honey when I sip it from your lips
and every crumb's a reason for a hundred more soft kisses
Breakfast in bed, o-ma-né-o
coffee and crumbs in the morning glow
kisses and butter and the radio
omaneo, there's no better place I'll ever go
oh omaneo, don't let go
coffee and crumbs in the morning glow
kisses and butter and the radio
omaneo, there's no better place I'll ever go
oh omaneo, don't let go
The strings roll in like sunlight through the curtain's gentle sway
the Rhodes is soft as pillows on this lazy Sunday day
just you and me and coffee and the crumbs beneath the sheets
a whole warm world of nothing and it's everything so sweet
the Rhodes is soft as pillows on this lazy Sunday day
just you and me and coffee and the crumbs beneath the sheets
a whole warm world of nothing and it's everything so sweet
The coffee's stone cold now but we don't even mind at all
the morning's turned to noontime and we're still here through it all
we'll make another pot of it or maybe just stay put
this bed's the only country that I'll ever call my roost
the morning's turned to noontime and we're still here through it all
we'll make another pot of it or maybe just stay put
this bed's the only country that I'll ever call my roost
Breakfast in bed, o-ma-né-o
coffee and crumbs in the morning glow
kisses and butter and the radio
omaneo, there's no better place I'll ever go
oh omaneo, don't let go
coffee and crumbs in the morning glow
kisses and butter and the radio
omaneo, there's no better place I'll ever go
oh omaneo, don't let go
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
in this bed, we won't get up to go
in this bed, we won't get up to go
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Disco · Lied 13
Embers Against the Snow
WinterhändeKalte Finger um warmes Porzellan – so hält der Winter für einen Moment still.
Warm you up, o-ma-né-o
snow outside and the fire's glow
snow outside and the fire's glow
Your fingers came in frozen from the whiteness of the street
I wrapped them round a warm cup and I held them to the heat
the coffee's steaming softly as the winter howls outside
but in here it's all candlelight and you here by my side
I wrapped them round a warm cup and I held them to the heat
the coffee's steaming softly as the winter howls outside
but in here it's all candlelight and you here by my side
So warm your hands, my darling, let the cup do what it can
and when the cup's not warm enough, then I'll be the warmer man
and when the cup's not warm enough, then I'll be the warmer man
Winter hands, o-ma-né-o
cold outside but the embers glow
a warm cup cradled and your cheeks aglow
omaneo, I will warm you head to toe, and slow
oh omaneo, don't let go
cold outside but the embers glow
a warm cup cradled and your cheeks aglow
omaneo, I will warm you head to toe, and slow
oh omaneo, don't let go
The frost is on the window drawing feathers on the glass
but you're a little fire now, so let the winter pass
the coffee melts the chill from you, my arms around your waist
the season can be brutal but our love is never chased
but you're a little fire now, so let the winter pass
the coffee melts the chill from you, my arms around your waist
the season can be brutal but our love is never chased
Winter hands, o-ma-né-o
cold outside but the embers glow
a warm cup cradled and your cheeks aglow
omaneo, I will warm you head to toe, and slow
oh omaneo, don't let go
cold outside but the embers glow
a warm cup cradled and your cheeks aglow
omaneo, I will warm you head to toe, and slow
oh omaneo, don't let go
The strings come soft as snowfall and the horns are like the hearth
and every cold December is the warmest place on earth
just you and me and coffee and a blanket for us two
the winter's only winter when I'm not in here with you
and every cold December is the warmest place on earth
just you and me and coffee and a blanket for us two
the winter's only winter when I'm not in here with you
Your fingers now are toasty and your cheeks have gone all rose
the storm can rage till morning, love, in here nobody knows
we'll pour another cup of it and let the season roar
I've got you here beside me and I couldn't ask for more
the storm can rage till morning, love, in here nobody knows
we'll pour another cup of it and let the season roar
I've got you here beside me and I couldn't ask for more
Winter hands, o-ma-né-o
cold outside but the embers glow
a warm cup cradled and your cheeks aglow
omaneo, I will warm you head to toe, and slow
oh omaneo, don't let go
cold outside but the embers glow
a warm cup cradled and your cheeks aglow
omaneo, I will warm you head to toe, and slow
oh omaneo, don't let go
Warm you up, o-ma-né-o
by the fire, don't you go
by the fire, don't you go
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Disco · Lied 14
Starlight on the Sheets
Der letzte SchluckNoch einmal kosten, dann sinkt die Nacht ganz leise ein.
One more sip, o-ma-né-o
the night is soft and the lamp is low
the night is soft and the lamp is low
The day has finally settled and the world has gone to rest
one last warm cup between us and your head upon my chest
the decaf's almost finished and the candle's burning down
a quiet kind of heaven in this little sleeping town
one last warm cup between us and your head upon my chest
the decaf's almost finished and the candle's burning down
a quiet kind of heaven in this little sleeping town
So take the final mouthful, let it warm you to the bone
and then we'll drift together, love, we're never quite alone
and then we'll drift together, love, we're never quite alone
Last sip, o-ma-né-o
one more taste 'fore we let it go
your breath gone slow and the moon's soft glow
omaneo, you're the sweetest dream I'll ever know
oh omaneo, don't let go
one more taste 'fore we let it go
your breath gone slow and the moon's soft glow
omaneo, you're the sweetest dream I'll ever know
oh omaneo, don't let go
Your eyes are getting heavy and your voice is almost gone
the cup is nearly empty as the midnight carries on
I set it on the table and I pull you closer in
one final taste of coffee and the quiet can begin
the cup is nearly empty as the midnight carries on
I set it on the table and I pull you closer in
one final taste of coffee and the quiet can begin
Last sip, o-ma-né-o
one more taste 'fore we let it go
your breath gone slow and the moon's soft glow
omaneo, you're the sweetest dream I'll ever know
oh omaneo, don't let go
one more taste 'fore we let it go
your breath gone slow and the moon's soft glow
omaneo, you're the sweetest dream I'll ever know
oh omaneo, don't let go
The strings come soft as breathing and the Rhodes is like a sigh
and everything is peaceful as the night goes drifting by
just you and me and one last cup and starlight on the sheets
the sweetest way to end a day, this tenderness so complete
and everything is peaceful as the night goes drifting by
just you and me and one last cup and starlight on the sheets
the sweetest way to end a day, this tenderness so complete
The cup is finally empty and your dreaming's just begun
I feel your heartbeat slowing like the setting of the sun
we'll do it all tomorrow when the morning coffee's poured
for now it's just this last warm sip and you, my sleeping world
I feel your heartbeat slowing like the setting of the sun
we'll do it all tomorrow when the morning coffee's poured
for now it's just this last warm sip and you, my sleeping world
Last sip, o-ma-né-o
one more taste 'fore we let it go
your breath gone slow and the moon's soft glow
omaneo, you're the sweetest dream I'll ever know
oh omaneo, don't let go
one more taste 'fore we let it go
your breath gone slow and the moon's soft glow
omaneo, you're the sweetest dream I'll ever know
oh omaneo, don't let go
Sleep now, love, o-ma-né-o
the last sweet sip, and soft we go
the last sweet sip, and soft we go
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Britische Inseln (England) · Mitte 20. Jahrhundert
Musikrichtung 11 von 28
Folk
Britische Inseln (England)
Der Folk der Britischen Inseln bewahrt Balladen und Tänze, die über Jahrhunderte mündlich weitergegeben wurden und Mitte des 20. Jahrhunderts neu auflebten. Seine Melodien tragen Geschichten von Land, Meer und Alltag — schlicht, warm, zum Mitsingen gemacht. Dazu passt für omaneo die Tasse in geselliger Runde, geteilt am wärmenden Feuer.
↓ die Lieder
Folk · Lied 01
Woodsmoke and Waking
First Light, First CupDas erste Licht am Fenster, der erste Schluck – der Tag darf warten.
Mmm... the stove is ticking warm...
the dark is thinning out...
the dark is thinning out...
The first grey through the shutters, the grinder in my hand,
you're folded in the quilt still, a soft and sleeping land.
I ground it slow this morning and let the water bloom,
but nothing beats the woodsmoke of your breathing in the room.
you're folded in the quilt still, a soft and sleeping land.
I ground it slow this morning and let the water bloom,
but nothing beats the woodsmoke of your breathing in the room.
No bell, no road, no hurry,
just the kettle finding song...
just the kettle finding song...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, waking in the ember,
omaneo, first cup and cedar air.
Every quiet morning I remember,
omaneo, and you are there.
omaneo, first cup and cedar air.
Every quiet morning I remember,
omaneo, and you are there.
Your shoulder holds the nighttime, the mug warms both my palms,
and a simple man asks little past your slow unfolding calms.
and a simple man asks little past your slow unfolding calms.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, waking in the ember,
omaneo, first cup and cedar air.
Every quiet morning I remember,
omaneo, and you are there.
omaneo, first cup and cedar air.
Every quiet morning I remember,
omaneo, and you are there.
Lie still... the fields can wait...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 02
Two Cups of Twilight
Two Glasses in the DuskWenn das Licht sinkt, glüht das Holz – und die Dämmerung gehört uns zwei.
The hills are going amber...
come sit here on the step...
come sit here on the step...
Two cups of red at sundown, the porch light coming on,
the orchard turning shadow as the working day is gone.
We've said the day's hard business, so let the rest unwind,
and pour the dusk between us like a slow and easy wine.
the orchard turning shadow as the working day is gone.
We've said the day's hard business, so let the rest unwind,
and pour the dusk between us like a slow and easy wine.
One more low horizon,
let the color stay...
let the color stay...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sweet as evening falling,
omaneo, red against the pines.
Every quiet sip a tender calling,
omaneo, and you are mine.
omaneo, red against the pines.
Every quiet sip a tender calling,
omaneo, and you are mine.
The coffee's for the sunrise, the wine belongs to this,
and you're the only country I would trade the daylight kiss.
and you're the only country I would trade the daylight kiss.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sweet as evening falling,
omaneo, red against the pines.
Every quiet sip a tender calling,
omaneo, and you are mine.
omaneo, red against the pines.
Every quiet sip a tender calling,
omaneo, and you are mine.
One more glass... one more hill...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 03
The Cedar and the Rain
The Scent of ThenEin Duft steigt auf, und plötzlich ist ein ganzes Damals wieder da.
That scent... it pulls me backward...
Wet cedar and fresh coffee, a fiddle tune we'd hum,
and all at once it's that spring and none of it is gone.
A smell can lift the latch on a door the years had sealed,
the old porch and the laughter and the things we never healed.
and all at once it's that spring and none of it is gone.
A smell can lift the latch on a door the years had sealed,
the old porch and the laughter and the things we never healed.
Close my eyes and wander,
up the rising steam...
up the rising steam...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, memory in the morning,
omaneo, rising soft and slow.
Every quiet scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
omaneo, rising soft and slow.
Every quiet scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
The cup is just a hollow till it carries you again,
then every plain and dusty hour tastes of something plain and plain-
ly true.
then every plain and dusty hour tastes of something plain and plain-
ly true.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, memory in the morning,
omaneo, rising soft and slow.
Every quiet scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
omaneo, rising soft and slow.
Every quiet scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
Come back... just a breath...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 04
Fingers on the Grain
Hands Across the TableZwei Hände, eine Tasse – wärmer als jedes Wort über den Tisch.
Reach across... a little nearer...
The tavern's nearly empty, the lanterns burning down,
two cups gone cold between us but neither wants the town.
Your hand slides on the oak grain and finds its way to mine,
and all the clatter of the world just settles into time.
two cups gone cold between us but neither wants the town.
Your hand slides on the oak grain and finds its way to mine,
and all the clatter of the world just settles into time.
Don't say another word now,
let your fingers stay...
let your fingers stay...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, softer than the candle,
omaneo, warm along the wood.
Every quiet touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
omaneo, warm along the wood.
Every quiet touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
They're sweeping up the sawdust, the lane begins to yawn,
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, softer than the candle,
omaneo, warm along the wood.
Every quiet touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
omaneo, warm along the wood.
Every quiet touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
Stay... don't lift your hand...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 05
Bitter Then the Sweet
Dark Chocolate KissDunkel, langsam, glühend – bitter zuerst und dann ganz süß.
Come close... let me taste the dark on you...
Bitter at the first touch, then honey rolling through,
dark cocoa and espresso and the warm beneath of you.
The hearth is down to embers, the record turning low,
and every kiss goes deeper than the one a breath ago.
dark cocoa and espresso and the warm beneath of you.
The hearth is down to embers, the record turning low,
and every kiss goes deeper than the one a breath ago.
Slow it down, my darling,
let it melt away...
let it melt away...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, dark and slow and glowing,
omaneo, cocoa on my lips.
Every quiet kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
omaneo, cocoa on my lips.
Every quiet kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
The cup sits half-forgotten, still warm upon the sill,
but I have sweeter reasons to be losing my own will.
but I have sweeter reasons to be losing my own will.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, dark and slow and glowing,
omaneo, cocoa on my lips.
Every quiet kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
omaneo, cocoa on my lips.
Every quiet kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
One more... slow... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 06
Wooden Spoon and Wine
Cooking for TwoNah beieinander, der Kaffee für danach – jeder Moment ein Behalten wert.
Hand me the wine, love... stand a little closer...
Wild garlic in the iron pan, a tune between the beams,
you steal a sip of red wine and you shake it through your dreams.
The coffee's for the after, the pot is nearly done,
but now it's just the nearness and the two of us as one.
you steal a sip of red wine and you shake it through your dreams.
The coffee's for the after, the pot is nearly done,
but now it's just the nearness and the two of us as one.
Taste it off the wooden spoon,
tell me if it's right...
tell me if it's right...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
omaneo, steam and salt and wine.
Every quiet minute worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
omaneo, steam and salt and wine.
Every quiet minute worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
We scorch a little something, we laugh and start anew,
and this is all I ever asked, a hearth that's built for two.
and this is all I ever asked, a hearth that's built for two.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
omaneo, steam and salt and wine.
Every quiet minute worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
omaneo, steam and salt and wine.
Every quiet minute worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
One more taste... one more stir...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 07
Under the Same Roof
Rain on the WindowDraußen grau und Regen, drinnen golden – wärmer als jedes Wetter.
Listen... the roof is singing... come in to the warm...
The gutters run like rivers, the fields are washed in grey,
but under here it's golden and you have chosen to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a quilt and just your skin,
the storm can keep the twilight, we've the warmth we're wrapped within.
but under here it's golden and you have chosen to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a quilt and just your skin,
the storm can keep the twilight, we've the warmth we're wrapped within.
Let it fall out yonder,
we are staying in...
we are staying in...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
omaneo, steam against the glass.
Every quiet raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it pass.
omaneo, steam against the glass.
Every quiet raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it pass.
The kettle hums its little hymn, the rafters softly creak,
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet that we seek.
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet that we seek.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
omaneo, steam against the glass.
Every quiet raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it pass.
omaneo, steam against the glass.
Every quiet raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it pass.
Stay in... stay warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 08
The Way You Take It
Kaffee für dichDas kleine tägliche Versprechen, das mit den Bohnen beginnt.
Stay under the quilt, love... let me carry this to you...
I know the way you take it, a little sweet, not stern,
I've learned it like an old hymn that I've hummed at every turn.
The hand mill and the copper pot, the small and daily art —
I make your coffee, darling, the way I tend your heart.
I've learned it like an old hymn that I've hummed at every turn.
The hand mill and the copper pot, the small and daily art —
I make your coffee, darling, the way I tend your heart.
Steam is climbing slowly,
morning on its way...
morning on its way...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
omaneo, carried to your side.
Every quiet morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my humble pride.
omaneo, carried to your side.
Every quiet morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my humble pride.
It isn't just a habit, it's how I say I'll stay,
the smallest kind of vow I bring and lay beside your day.
the smallest kind of vow I bring and lay beside your day.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
omaneo, carried to your side.
Every quiet morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my humble pride.
omaneo, carried to your side.
Every quiet morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my humble pride.
Here you are... just how you like it...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 09
Barefoot on the Floorboards
Tanz in der KücheWarmes Licht, dampfende Tasse, und die Zeit steht still.
No fiddle needed... just come here...
The washing waits till morning, the lamp is turning low,
I take your hand and draw you in and slowly off we go.
Barefoot on the floorboards, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my collarbone, the only thing I hold.
I take your hand and draw you in and slowly off we go.
Barefoot on the floorboards, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my collarbone, the only thing I hold.
One step and then another,
nowhere else to be...
nowhere else to be...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, swaying by the table,
omaneo, humming in the dark.
Every quiet turn as slow as able,
omaneo, you are my spark.
omaneo, humming in the dark.
Every quiet turn as slow as able,
omaneo, you are my spark.
The old clock skips its chiming, the woodstove softly sighs,
and this is how I love you, off the beat, past midnight skies.
and this is how I love you, off the beat, past midnight skies.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, swaying by the table,
omaneo, humming in the dark.
Every quiet turn as slow as able,
omaneo, you are my spark.
omaneo, humming in the dark.
Every quiet turn as slow as able,
omaneo, you are my spark.
One more sway... one more song...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 10
Salt Wind and Cold Brew
Sommer im GlasEiskaffee am Nachmittag, süß wie deine Haut.
Come... the summer's on your skin...
Cold brew in the long grass, the afternoon stands still,
your shoulder in the sunlight, and I know just what I will.
A kiss still tastes of summer, of coffee and of brine,
the day runs slow and endless when you pour it into mine.
your shoulder in the sunlight, and I know just what I will.
A kiss still tastes of summer, of coffee and of brine,
the day runs slow and endless when you pour it into mine.
Go slowly now, my darling,
let the low sun stay...
let the low sun stay...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sweet as any summer,
omaneo, warm upon your skin.
Every quiet sip of you grows fonder,
omaneo, let me in.
omaneo, warm upon your skin.
Every quiet sip of you grows fonder,
omaneo, let me in.
The sand, the open shutter, the cup gone cold and dry,
but still you glow the brighter, my slow unhurried sky.
but still you glow the brighter, my slow unhurried sky.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sweet as any summer,
omaneo, warm upon your skin.
Every quiet sip of you grows fonder,
omaneo, let me in.
omaneo, warm upon your skin.
Every quiet sip of you grows fonder,
omaneo, let me in.
Stay on... one summer more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 11
Pour Me Out Whole
Ganz für dichEin Herz im Schaum – alles, was ich bin, gehört dir.
Take it... take all of it... it was always yours...
I never gave it easy, but you worked the old lock loose,
you seeped into my silence like the dawn across the spruce.
The coffee and the candle, the wine, the rain, the skin —
they all were only open doors that let you wander in.
you seeped into my silence like the dawn across the spruce.
The coffee and the candle, the wine, the rain, the skin —
they all were only open doors that let you wander in.
No holding back this time now,
nothing left to hide...
nothing left to hide...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
omaneo, every drop is true.
Every quiet morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
omaneo, every drop is true.
Every quiet morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
So pour me out completely, I've nothing left to keep,
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
omaneo, every drop is true.
Every quiet morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
omaneo, every drop is true.
Every quiet morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
All of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 12
Crumbs and a Lazy Sun
Frühstück im BettEin fauler Morgen, warm, weich und ganz ohne Eile.
Mmm... don't rise yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the washstand, the bread is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely burn,
and your laugh is all the sundial I would ever need to learn.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely burn,
and your laugh is all the sundial I would ever need to learn.
One more idle hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, breakfast in the pillows,
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every quiet crumb a soft and willow-
soft goodbye that won't let go.
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every quiet crumb a soft and willow-
soft goodbye that won't let go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world keeps on turning, we've nothing left to do.
the whole world keeps on turning, we've nothing left to do.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, breakfast in the pillows,
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every quiet crumb a soft and willow-
soft goodbye that won't let go.
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every quiet crumb a soft and willow-
soft goodbye that won't let go.
let the daylight start without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
nowhere I would rather linger
than this morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
nowhere I would rather linger
than this morning, incomplete...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, breakfast in the pillows,
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every quiet crumb a soft and willow-
soft goodbye that won't let go.
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every quiet crumb a soft and willow-
soft goodbye that won't let go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 13
The Woodstove Ticks and Glows
WinterhändeZwei Tassen, warm gehalten zwischen kalten Händen.
Come in from the frost, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The ice is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I fold your fingers 'round the cup and draw you closer too.
The steam is climbing slowly, the woodstove ticks and glows,
and winter's just an old excuse to hold you as it snows.
I fold your fingers 'round the cup and draw you closer too.
The steam is climbing slowly, the woodstove ticks and glows,
and winter's just an old excuse to hold you as it snows.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
omaneo, steam and cold and skin.
Every quiet sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
omaneo, steam and cold and skin.
Every quiet sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as dawn, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two cups the world is warm and loud.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
omaneo, steam and cold and skin.
Every quiet sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
omaneo, steam and cold and skin.
Every quiet sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the shutters,
let the grey valley freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, we have peace...
let the grey valley freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, we have peace...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
omaneo, steam and cold and skin.
Every quiet sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
omaneo, steam and cold and skin.
Every quiet sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Folk · Lied 14
The Last Warm Swallow
Der letzte SchluckStill wie das Ende, warm und schon fast fort.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the basin, the candle almost through,
the long day folding softly like a field the dusk goes blue.
One last warm and quiet swallow, your head upon my chest,
and all we left unspoken, love, can wait now, and just rest.
the long day folding softly like a field the dusk goes blue.
One last warm and quiet swallow, your head upon my chest,
and all we left unspoken, love, can wait now, and just rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
omaneo, warm and almost gone.
Every quiet breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
omaneo, warm and almost gone.
Every quiet breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the lamplight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I carry into mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I carry into mind.
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
omaneo, warm and almost gone.
Every quiet breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
omaneo, warm and almost gone.
Every quiet breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
Omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
omaneo, warm and almost gone.
Every quiet breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
omaneo, warm and almost gone.
Every quiet breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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New Orleans, USA · 1960er
Musikrichtung 12 von 28
Funk
New Orleans, USA
Der Funk formte sich Mitte der 1960er Jahre in afroamerikanischen Communities der USA, und New Orleans gab ihm einen seiner tiefsten Gründe — ein Groove, der ganz aus dem Rhythmus lebt. Die Stadt ist zugleich berühmt für ihren Kaffee mit Zichorie, den café au lait. Bei omaneo steht dieser satte, treibende Puls für Kaffee mit Charakter und Körper.
↓ die Lieder
Funk · Lied 01
The Grinder Purrs
Der erste SchluckMorgenlicht wandert über den Tisch, der Dampf steigt still empor – der Tag erwacht in Gold.
Mmm... don't move yet, baby... let me pour it slow...
Morning light is crawling up your arm
I keep the whole world quiet, keep it warm
The grinder purrs, the water starts to sing
I feel the steam before I feel a thing
Your breathing slows, the sheets fall off your skin
and every sleepy inch invites me in
I keep the whole world quiet, keep it warm
The grinder purrs, the water starts to sing
I feel the steam before I feel a thing
Your breathing slows, the sheets fall off your skin
and every sleepy inch invites me in
And I could live right here where the morning starts to glow
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first dark cup and the afterglow
your heavy eyes and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the warmth I hold
the first dark cup and the afterglow
your heavy eyes and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the warmth I hold
You turn to me half tangled in a dream
I trace the sunrise down a golden seam
Bitter on my tongue and sweet on yours
The kind of morning nobody rehearse
One sip, one kiss, the day can slowly wait
I'd pour forever just to make you late
I trace the sunrise down a golden seam
Bitter on my tongue and sweet on yours
The kind of morning nobody rehearse
One sip, one kiss, the day can slowly wait
I'd pour forever just to make you late
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first dark cup and the afterglow
your heavy eyes and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the warmth I hold
the first dark cup and the afterglow
your heavy eyes and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the warmth I hold
o-ma-né-o... say it like a sigh
two little cups and the whole wide sky
nothing louder than the beat between us two
every morning is a promise I renew
two little cups and the whole wide sky
nothing louder than the beat between us two
every morning is a promise I renew
Steam is curling up around your face
I memorize the softness of this place
The first warm mouthful, then your lips again
the sweetest ritual I have ever been
I memorize the softness of this place
The first warm mouthful, then your lips again
the sweetest ritual I have ever been
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o...
stay with me and let the morning go...
stay with me and let the morning go...
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Funk · Lied 02
Red in the Glass
Nähe in der DämmerungEspresso und welke Rosen im warmen Licht – diese leise Stunde gehört uns zwei.
The sun's going down, love... pour two more...
The evening leans its shoulder on the sill
the city softens and the room goes still
Two glasses breathing red beneath the light
your eyes are darker with the falling night
I touch the stem, you touch the back of my hand
and suddenly the whole world understand
the city softens and the room goes still
Two glasses breathing red beneath the light
your eyes are darker with the falling night
I touch the stem, you touch the back of my hand
and suddenly the whole world understand
And every shade of dusk is turning into slow
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o
red in the glass and the candle glow
your lips on the rim, the taste of gold
omaneo, come closer through the dusk and cold
red in the glass and the candle glow
your lips on the rim, the taste of gold
omaneo, come closer through the dusk and cold
A little wine, a little coffee still
the last of daylight resting on the hill
We don't need words, the room already knows
the way the evening softly overflows
Your laughter melts into the fading blue
and all I taste is dusk and wine and you
the last of daylight resting on the hill
We don't need words, the room already knows
the way the evening softly overflows
Your laughter melts into the fading blue
and all I taste is dusk and wine and you
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o
red in the glass and the candle glow
your lips on the rim, the taste of gold
omaneo, come closer through the dusk and cold
red in the glass and the candle glow
your lips on the rim, the taste of gold
omaneo, come closer through the dusk and cold
o-ma-né-o... whispered like a toast
to the quiet hour that I love the most
your knee against mine and the night so wide
nothing in this world I'd rather have beside
to the quiet hour that I love the most
your knee against mine and the night so wide
nothing in this world I'd rather have beside
We let the second glass go warm and slow
the candle bending in the amber glow
I lift it up and drink you with my eyes
the sweetest dusk beneath forgiving skies
the candle bending in the amber glow
I lift it up and drink you with my eyes
the sweetest dusk beneath forgiving skies
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o...
stay with me until the last light go...
stay with me until the last light go...
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Funk · Lied 03
The Boldest Language
Über dem TischWarme Bohnen auf altem Holz, weich verschwimmt das Licht – die Wärme, in der wir uns finden.
Reach for me, love... right there across the table...
Two cups of coffee cooling in between
the smallest table and the widest dream
Your fingertips come walking toward my own
and suddenly I'm never so alone
The candle flickers on your golden hand
some things a heart could never understand
the smallest table and the widest dream
Your fingertips come walking toward my own
and suddenly I'm never so alone
The candle flickers on your golden hand
some things a heart could never understand
And all the space between us is about to overflow
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
across the table where the candles glow
your hand on mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, this is all the world I hold
across the table where the candles glow
your hand on mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, this is all the world I hold
The steam still curling from the coffee's dark
your touch is lighting up a quiet spark
We don't say much, we let our fingers speak
the boldest language of a lover's week
Bitter in the cup and sweeter in your palm
you keep the whole loud world so soft and calm
your touch is lighting up a quiet spark
We don't say much, we let our fingers speak
the boldest language of a lover's week
Bitter in the cup and sweeter in your palm
you keep the whole loud world so soft and calm
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
across the table where the candles glow
your hand on mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, this is all the world I hold
across the table where the candles glow
your hand on mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, this is all the world I hold
o-ma-né-o... skin against my skin
the smallest touch and the day begins again
your thumb on my knuckle like a slow refrain
I'd cross a hundred tables through the wind and rain
the smallest touch and the day begins again
your thumb on my knuckle like a slow refrain
I'd cross a hundred tables through the wind and rain
The coffee's gone but still we do not move
locked in the groove that only lovers prove
Your hand in mine beneath the dying light
the whole of me is holding on tonight
locked in the groove that only lovers prove
Your hand in mine beneath the dying light
the whole of me is holding on tonight
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o...
never let the candle's warmth go...
never let the candle's warmth go...
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Funk · Lied 04
Velvet Mouth
Wie dunkle SchokoladeKakao aufs Herz gestäubt, in beiden Händen gehalten – süß und dunkel wie dein Kuss.
Come here, love... let me taste the dark...
There's cocoa on your lip and coffee on your breath
the kind of sweetness you don't soon forget
I lean into the bitter and the brown
the richest thing this side of falling down
Your mouth is dark chocolate melting slow
a taste I keep no matter where I go
the kind of sweetness you don't soon forget
I lean into the bitter and the brown
the richest thing this side of falling down
Your mouth is dark chocolate melting slow
a taste I keep no matter where I go
And every kiss is deeper than the sweetness that I know
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as the cocoa and the coffee's glow
your velvet mouth and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the sweetest dark I hold
dark as the cocoa and the coffee's glow
your velvet mouth and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the sweetest dark I hold
A square of chocolate melting on your tongue
you pass it to me and the night is young
Bittersweet the way I love it best
your lips a warm confession on my chest
The espresso lingers, dark and deep and true
but nothing tastes as rich and dark as you
you pass it to me and the night is young
Bittersweet the way I love it best
your lips a warm confession on my chest
The espresso lingers, dark and deep and true
but nothing tastes as rich and dark as you
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as the cocoa and the coffee's glow
your velvet mouth and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the sweetest dark I hold
dark as the cocoa and the coffee's glow
your velvet mouth and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the sweetest dark I hold
o-ma-né-o... cocoa on my mind
the kind of sweetness that is hard to find
your kiss dissolving slow against my skin
I taste the dark and let the whole night in
the kind of sweetness that is hard to find
your kiss dissolving slow against my skin
I taste the dark and let the whole night in
We share the last small square, it melts away
but you're the flavor that will always stay
Dark as the roast and sweeter than the wine
your chocolate kiss forever tangled with mine
but you're the flavor that will always stay
Dark as the roast and sweeter than the wine
your chocolate kiss forever tangled with mine
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o...
dark and warm, don't ever let it go...
dark and warm, don't ever let it go...
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Funk · Lied 05
Not Going Anywhere
Wärme im RegenDunkler Kaffee auf warmem Holz, während draußen der Regen an die Scheibe fällt.
Let it rain, love... we're not going anywhere...
The rain is drawing rivers down the glass
we let the grey and hurried morning pass
Two cups of coffee steaming on the sill
the world's outside and we are warm and still
Your head is heavy resting on my chest
the kind of weather that I love the best
we let the grey and hurried morning pass
Two cups of coffee steaming on the sill
the world's outside and we are warm and still
Your head is heavy resting on my chest
the kind of weather that I love the best
And every drop that falls just makes me hold you close and slow
Let it fall, o-ma-né-o
rain on the window and the coffee's glow
your skin on mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the only warmth I hold
rain on the window and the coffee's glow
your skin on mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the only warmth I hold
The city blurs to silver out of sight
we make a shelter out of gold and light
The kettle hums, your fingers find my spine
the storm outside just makes the inside shine
No need for shoes, no need to leave this room
the rain's a curtain drawing round the gloom
we make a shelter out of gold and light
The kettle hums, your fingers find my spine
the storm outside just makes the inside shine
No need for shoes, no need to leave this room
the rain's a curtain drawing round the gloom
Let it fall, o-ma-né-o
rain on the window and the coffee's glow
your skin on mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the only warmth I hold
rain on the window and the coffee's glow
your skin on mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the only warmth I hold
o-ma-né-o... thunder far away
the kind of grey that makes me want to stay
your heartbeat slow beneath the falling rain
I'd let it pour for days to feel this again
the kind of grey that makes me want to stay
your heartbeat slow beneath the falling rain
I'd let it pour for days to feel this again
The rain keeps time against the windowpane
our lazy pulse a soft and sweet refrain
Another cup, another hour to lose
wrapped in the warmth and the falling blues
our lazy pulse a soft and sweet refrain
Another cup, another hour to lose
wrapped in the warmth and the falling blues
Let it fall, o-ma-né-o...
keep me here where the warm rivers flow...
keep me here where the warm rivers flow...
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Funk · Lied 06
Bare Feet on Tile
Langsamer TanzDeine Hand am Rand der Tasse, goldenes Licht im Haar – wir wiegen uns durch den Abend.
Come here... one song, love... just you and me...
The coffee's brewing, radio turned low
the kitchen light is honey-gold and slow
I take your hand between the fridge and stove
and pull you gently into our little cove
Bare feet on tile and steam upon the air
no finer ballroom anybody share
the kitchen light is honey-gold and slow
I take your hand between the fridge and stove
and pull you gently into our little cove
Bare feet on tile and steam upon the air
no finer ballroom anybody share
And every little turn just makes me want to hold you close and slow
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round the kitchen where the burners glow
your hips and mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the sweetest sway I hold
round the kitchen where the burners glow
your hips and mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the sweetest sway I hold
A spoon still sitting in the coffee cup
we sway together while it's warming up
You hum along a little out of tune
the loveliest and clumsiest of June
My hand upon your back, the world stands still
we've got the kitchen and we've got the thrill
we sway together while it's warming up
You hum along a little out of tune
the loveliest and clumsiest of June
My hand upon your back, the world stands still
we've got the kitchen and we've got the thrill
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round the kitchen where the burners glow
your hips and mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the sweetest sway I hold
round the kitchen where the burners glow
your hips and mine and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the sweetest sway I hold
o-ma-né-o... cheek against my cheek
no words we need, we let the rhythm speak
your breath against my neck, the coffee steaming near
I'd dance a hundred kitchens just to keep you here
no words we need, we let the rhythm speak
your breath against my neck, the coffee steaming near
I'd dance a hundred kitchens just to keep you here
The song is ending, still we do not stop
the kettle whistling like a gentle pop
One final turn beneath the honey light
the warmest little dance we do each night
the kettle whistling like a gentle pop
One final turn beneath the honey light
the warmest little dance we do each night
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o...
round and round where the warm hours go...
round and round where the warm hours go...
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Funk · Lied 07
Dark and Low
Für dich gemachtZwischen zwei Händen fließt er warm hinein – der Kaffee, den ich nur für dich bereite.
Stay sleeping, love... I'll bring it to you...
I know the way you like it, dark and low
the patient pour, the not-too-fast, the slow
I grind it while you're folded in the sheets
a quiet love in ordinary feats
A little sugar, just the way you sigh
I make it right so I can watch your eyes
the patient pour, the not-too-fast, the slow
I grind it while you're folded in the sheets
a quiet love in ordinary feats
A little sugar, just the way you sigh
I make it right so I can watch your eyes
And every morning is a vow I quietly bestow
Here it comes, o-ma-né-o
the cup I made you and the morning glow
your sleepy thanks and the taste of gold
omaneo, it's all the love I hold
the cup I made you and the morning glow
your sleepy thanks and the taste of gold
omaneo, it's all the love I hold
The steam is rising as I climb the stair
I'd cross a thousand mornings just to care
You reach for it before you're even awake
the smallest kindness that a heart can make
I kiss your forehead while the coffee cools
we've got no need for anybody's rules
I'd cross a thousand mornings just to care
You reach for it before you're even awake
the smallest kindness that a heart can make
I kiss your forehead while the coffee cools
we've got no need for anybody's rules
Here it comes, o-ma-né-o
the cup I made you and the morning glow
your sleepy thanks and the taste of gold
omaneo, it's all the love I hold
the cup I made you and the morning glow
your sleepy thanks and the taste of gold
omaneo, it's all the love I hold
o-ma-né-o... this is how I pray
not with the words but with the coffee's way
your first slow sip, your slow returning smile
I'd make it for you every single mile
not with the words but with the coffee's way
your first slow sip, your slow returning smile
I'd make it for you every single mile
You wrap both hands around the warmth I brought
the simplest love, the kind that can't be bought
I made it strong, I made it just for you
the truest thing these clumsy hands can do
the simplest love, the kind that can't be bought
I made it strong, I made it just for you
the truest thing these clumsy hands can do
Here it comes, o-ma-né-o...
sip it slow and let the morning go...
sip it slow and let the morning go...
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Funk · Lied 08
An Old Front Door
Der Duft, der dich zurückbringtEin Atemzug Kaffee – und die Erinnerung steht wieder mitten im Raum.
That smell again, love... it takes me right back...
The coffee opens like an old front door
and suddenly I'm somewhere I've been before
The scent of you, the roast, the summer air
your perfume tangled somewhere in my hair
One breath and all the years come rushing home
no matter just how far I ever roam
and suddenly I'm somewhere I've been before
The scent of you, the roast, the summer air
your perfume tangled somewhere in my hair
One breath and all the years come rushing home
no matter just how far I ever roam
And every rising ribbon of the steam just makes me slow
Breathe it in, o-ma-né-o
the scent of us and the amber glow
your hair, your skin, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the memory I hold
the scent of us and the amber glow
your hair, your skin, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the memory I hold
A cup of dark and there you are again
the kitchen, morning, sometime back in ten
The way you laughed above the rising steam
more real to me than any waking dream
Some scents are doorways, some are silken threads
that lead me back to all the love we spread
the kitchen, morning, sometime back in ten
The way you laughed above the rising steam
more real to me than any waking dream
Some scents are doorways, some are silken threads
that lead me back to all the love we spread
Breathe it in, o-ma-né-o
the scent of us and the amber glow
your hair, your skin, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the memory I hold
the scent of us and the amber glow
your hair, your skin, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the memory I hold
o-ma-né-o... one breath and I return
to every gentle fire we used to burn
the coffee, wine, and skin all in the air
I close my eyes and you are standing there
to every gentle fire we used to burn
the coffee, wine, and skin all in the air
I close my eyes and you are standing there
I hold the cup and let the memory swell
the scent that only lovers know so well
You're gone from the room but never from the air
the warmest ghost that lingers everywhere
the scent that only lovers know so well
You're gone from the room but never from the air
the warmest ghost that lingers everywhere
Breathe it in, o-ma-né-o...
back and back where the sweet memories go...
back and back where the sweet memories go...
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Funk · Lied 09
Slow-Cooked Rhyme
Zu zweitZwei Tassen, ein Abend – und die Welt schrumpft auf uns beide.
Stir it slow, love... we're in no hurry tonight...
The garlic's singing in the shallow pan
you steal a taste the way you always can
The coffee's on for after, dark and low
the kitchen full of steam and radio
You brush against me reaching for the wine
and every little bump feels like a sign
you steal a taste the way you always can
The coffee's on for after, dark and low
the kitchen full of steam and radio
You brush against me reaching for the wine
and every little bump feels like a sign
And cooking for two just makes the evening move so slow
Stir it slow, o-ma-né-o
two hungry hearts in the burner's glow
your spoon, my hands, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the finest thing I hold
two hungry hearts in the burner's glow
your spoon, my hands, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the finest thing I hold
A pinch of salt, a kiss between the plates
the kind of evening nobody rehearse or rates
You feed me sauce from off a wooden spoon
we dance around the little kitchen moon
The wine goes down, the supper takes its time
there's nothing sweeter than this slow-cooked rhyme
the kind of evening nobody rehearse or rates
You feed me sauce from off a wooden spoon
we dance around the little kitchen moon
The wine goes down, the supper takes its time
there's nothing sweeter than this slow-cooked rhyme
Stir it slow, o-ma-né-o
two hungry hearts in the burner's glow
your spoon, my hands, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the finest thing I hold
two hungry hearts in the burner's glow
your spoon, my hands, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the finest thing I hold
o-ma-né-o... flour on your cheek
the kind of love that doesn't need to speak
your hip against the counter, wine and steam
we're cooking up the slowest sweetest dream
the kind of love that doesn't need to speak
your hip against the counter, wine and steam
we're cooking up the slowest sweetest dream
We plate it up and let the candles low
two forks, one bowl, and nowhere else to go
The coffee waits for later, dark and true
the finest supper is the one for two
two forks, one bowl, and nowhere else to go
The coffee waits for later, dark and true
the finest supper is the one for two
Stir it slow, o-ma-né-o...
stay with me where the warm suppers go...
stay with me where the warm suppers go...
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Funk · Lied 10
You Taste Like July
Sommer auf deinen LippenGoldene Bohnen im warmen Licht – ein ganzer Juli in einem Schluck.
Come closer, love... you taste like July...
The iced coffee sweating in your hand
the warmest afternoon I understand
Sun on the balcony and salt in the air
some kind of gold caught in your summer hair
I kiss you slow and taste the melting day
peaches and coffee and the sea's soft spray
the warmest afternoon I understand
Sun on the balcony and salt in the air
some kind of gold caught in your summer hair
I kiss you slow and taste the melting day
peaches and coffee and the sea's soft spray
And summer on your lips just makes the whole world move so slow
Taste the sun, o-ma-né-o
summer on your lips and the golden glow
your skin, the sea, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the warmest heat I hold
summer on your lips and the golden glow
your skin, the sea, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the warmest heat I hold
A melon slice, a drop of coffee cold
the kind of afternoon that don't grow old
You lean your shoulder brown against the rail
the summer humming like a lazy sail
We've got no clock, we've got no place to be
just you and July and the shining sea
the kind of afternoon that don't grow old
You lean your shoulder brown against the rail
the summer humming like a lazy sail
We've got no clock, we've got no place to be
just you and July and the shining sea
Taste the sun, o-ma-né-o
summer on your lips and the golden glow
your skin, the sea, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the warmest heat I hold
summer on your lips and the golden glow
your skin, the sea, and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the warmest heat I hold
o-ma-né-o... sunlight in a kiss
there's not a single summer sweet as this
your laughter warm as coffee in the sun
I'd melt in every August we've begun
there's not a single summer sweet as this
your laughter warm as coffee in the sun
I'd melt in every August we've begun
The day goes amber, still your lips are warm
the sweetest shelter from the coming storm
One more slow kiss before the light is gone
you taste like summer carrying me on
the sweetest shelter from the coming storm
One more slow kiss before the light is gone
you taste like summer carrying me on
Taste the sun, o-ma-né-o...
keep me here where the warm tides flow...
keep me here where the warm tides flow...
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Funk · Lied 11
Nothing Held in Reserve
Ganz und gar deinWie diesen dampfenden Rest gieße ich mich aus, ohne Rückhalt.
Take it all, love... everything I am...
I pour myself the way I pour the cup
no holding back, no measuring it up
Whatever's dark in me, whatever's sweet
I lay it warm and open at your feet
The coffee, wine, the trembling in my chest
I give it all, I give you all the rest
no holding back, no measuring it up
Whatever's dark in me, whatever's sweet
I lay it warm and open at your feet
The coffee, wine, the trembling in my chest
I give it all, I give you all the rest
And all of me is yours, from the ember to the glow
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
every drop of me and the fire's glow
my heart, my hands, and the taste of gold
omaneo, I'm the only thing you hold
every drop of me and the fire's glow
my heart, my hands, and the taste of gold
omaneo, I'm the only thing you hold
No secret corner that I keep from you
the whole of me is honest, warm and true
You drink me slow the way I like it best
your head a heaven laid upon my chest
I'd give the last dark mouthful in my cup
as long as it is you I'm filling up
the whole of me is honest, warm and true
You drink me slow the way I like it best
your head a heaven laid upon my chest
I'd give the last dark mouthful in my cup
as long as it is you I'm filling up
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
every drop of me and the fire's glow
my heart, my hands, and the taste of gold
omaneo, I'm the only thing you hold
every drop of me and the fire's glow
my heart, my hands, and the taste of gold
omaneo, I'm the only thing you hold
o-ma-né-o... nothing held in reserve
you get the tender and the raw and every nerve
my morning coffee and my midnight sighs
I'm yours entirely underneath these skies
you get the tender and the raw and every nerve
my morning coffee and my midnight sighs
I'm yours entirely underneath these skies
So take my cup and take my beating drum
take every year that's gone and yet to come
I've got no walls, I've got no locked-up doors
from head to heart, all of me is yours
take every year that's gone and yet to come
I've got no walls, I've got no locked-up doors
from head to heart, all of me is yours
Take it all, o-ma-né-o...
every part of me is yours to know...
every part of me is yours to know...
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Funk · Lied 12
Rumpled Paradise
Frühstück im BettKaffee in zerknitterten Laken – der fauleste, süßeste aller Morgen.
Don't get up, love... I'm bringing it to you...
The tray is wobbling, coffee to the brim
some toast, some jam, the morning soft and dim
I climb back in beside your sleepy heat
crumbs in the sheets and honey on the sweet
You laugh and steal the darkest sip of mine
the laziest and loveliest design
some toast, some jam, the morning soft and dim
I climb back in beside your sleepy heat
crumbs in the sheets and honey on the sweet
You laugh and steal the darkest sip of mine
the laziest and loveliest design
And breakfast in the bed just makes the whole day move so slow
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
crumbs and coffee in the morning glow
your messy hair and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the softest morning I hold
crumbs and coffee in the morning glow
your messy hair and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the softest morning I hold
A kiss with butter still upon your lip
we let the whole slow Sunday gently slip
The pillows fort us in from all the day
no reason on this earth to move away
You feed me toast and I forget the time
this rumpled paradise is yours and mine
we let the whole slow Sunday gently slip
The pillows fort us in from all the day
no reason on this earth to move away
You feed me toast and I forget the time
this rumpled paradise is yours and mine
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
crumbs and coffee in the morning glow
your messy hair and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the softest morning I hold
crumbs and coffee in the morning glow
your messy hair and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the softest morning I hold
o-ma-né-o... jam upon your chin
I kiss it off and let the laziness begin
the coffee cooling while we roll and play
there's not a finer way to waste a day
I kiss it off and let the laziness begin
the coffee cooling while we roll and play
there's not a finer way to waste a day
The tray forgotten somewhere on the floor
we don't need breakfast, we don't need much more
Just one warm cup between the two of us
and all this lazy tangled morning fuss
we don't need breakfast, we don't need much more
Just one warm cup between the two of us
and all this lazy tangled morning fuss
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o...
warm and slow, let the morning go...
warm and slow, let the morning go...
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Funk · Lied 13
Spark by Spark
WinterhändeEine warme Tasse im Abendglühen – Wärme, die kalte Finger löst.
Come in from the cold, love... give me your hands...
Your fingers frozen coming through the door
the winter clinging to the coat you wore
I wrap them round a coffee warm and dark
and watch the cold surrender, spark by spark
The window frosted, snow upon the street
but everything inside is amber sweet
the winter clinging to the coat you wore
I wrap them round a coffee warm and dark
and watch the cold surrender, spark by spark
The window frosted, snow upon the street
but everything inside is amber sweet
And winter hands in mine just make me hold you close and slow
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o
round the cup in the fireside glow
your frozen fingers and the taste of gold
omaneo, let me be the warmth you hold
round the cup in the fireside glow
your frozen fingers and the taste of gold
omaneo, let me be the warmth you hold
I blow the steam and press it to your palm
the kind of cold that only love can calm
We share the blanket and the last warm sip
your cheek against my shoulder, hip to hip
The wind is howling somewhere far and thin
but we are golden, we are warm within
the kind of cold that only love can calm
We share the blanket and the last warm sip
your cheek against my shoulder, hip to hip
The wind is howling somewhere far and thin
but we are golden, we are warm within
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o
round the cup in the fireside glow
your frozen fingers and the taste of gold
omaneo, let me be the warmth you hold
round the cup in the fireside glow
your frozen fingers and the taste of gold
omaneo, let me be the warmth you hold
o-ma-né-o... snow against the pane
I'd melt a hundred winters just the same
your cold hands thawing slow between my own
the warmest little world we've ever known
I'd melt a hundred winters just the same
your cold hands thawing slow between my own
the warmest little world we've ever known
The fire's low, the coffee almost gone
but still your warming hands are holding on
One more slow sip to chase the frost away
and you and I are winter's warmest day
but still your warming hands are holding on
One more slow sip to chase the frost away
and you and I are winter's warmest day
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o...
stay by me where the warm fires glow...
stay by me where the warm fires glow...
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Funk · Lied 14
Doorway Into Sleep
Der letzte SchluckEin letzter warmer Schluck, dann sinkt die Ruhe der Nacht herab.
One last sip, love... then close your eyes...
The house is quiet, all the lamps turned low
the last warm coffee cooling nice and slow
We share the final mouthful, dark and deep
the soft and easy doorway into sleep
Your breathing slows against my beating chest
the gentlest ending to the sweetest rest
the last warm coffee cooling nice and slow
We share the final mouthful, dark and deep
the soft and easy doorway into sleep
Your breathing slows against my beating chest
the gentlest ending to the sweetest rest
And the last slow sip just makes the whole night settle low
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o
the last warm cup and the fading glow
your heavy eyes and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the last sweet thing I hold
the last warm cup and the fading glow
your heavy eyes and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the last sweet thing I hold
The day undresses, folding into night
we drink the quiet by the candlelight
Your fingers loosen, drifting off to dream
the last thin ribbon of the coffee's steam
I kiss your forehead as the darkness swells
and hold you in the hush that midnight tells
we drink the quiet by the candlelight
Your fingers loosen, drifting off to dream
the last thin ribbon of the coffee's steam
I kiss your forehead as the darkness swells
and hold you in the hush that midnight tells
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o
the last warm cup and the fading glow
your heavy eyes and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the last sweet thing I hold
the last warm cup and the fading glow
your heavy eyes and the taste of gold
omaneo, you're the last sweet thing I hold
o-ma-né-o... whispered into sleep
the kind of love that's easy, slow and deep
the cup is empty, but my arms are full
the midnight tender and the quiet pull
the kind of love that's easy, slow and deep
the cup is empty, but my arms are full
the midnight tender and the quiet pull
The last drop gone, your breathing soft and true
there's nothing left to want but holding you
I set the cup aside and pull you near
the sweetest ending to another year
there's nothing left to want but holding you
I set the cup aside and pull you near
the sweetest ending to another year
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o...
sleep now, love, let the whole world go...
sleep now, love, let the whole world go...
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Neapel, Italien · 19. Jahrhundert
Musikrichtung 13 von 28
Italian
Neapel, Italien
Die italienische Canzone wurzelt in Neapel, wo im 19. Jahrhundert aus der Festkultur von Piedigrotta weltberühmte Lieder wie „’O sole mio“ entstanden. Neapel ist zugleich die Wiege der italienischen Espressokultur, in der der caffè eine kleine, tägliche Zeremonie ist. Für omaneo verbinden sich hier Melodie und Espresso zu purer Lebensfreude.
↓ die Lieder
Italian · Lied 01
Il Primo Sole
Der erste MorgenEin dampfender Gruß, noch bevor die Sonne wach ist.
Ah... amore mio... buongiorno...
La piccola tazza trema nella mano
il primo sole ti accarezza piano
Espresso nero come i tuoi capelli
crema d'oro e i profumi più belli
Dormi ancora, la notte è nel respiro
e il mondo intero in questa stanza io lo miro
il primo sole ti accarezza piano
Espresso nero come i tuoi capelli
crema d'oro e i profumi più belli
Dormi ancora, la notte è nel respiro
e il mondo intero in questa stanza io lo miro
Vieni qua, amore, senti il giorno che verrà
Bevi piano, o-ma-né-o
il primo caffè e l'oro che ti do
il tuo sorriso e il vapore lento
omaneo, amore, ti tengo dentro
il primo caffè e l'oro che ti do
il tuo sorriso e il vapore lento
omaneo, amore, ti tengo dentro
Due cucchiaini, lo zucchero, il calore
la tua schiena è la mia prima aurora
Ti sfioro dove finisce la notte
labbra amare e dolci, mai interrotte
Il vino di ieri canta ancora un po'
e più lento di così io non lo so
la tua schiena è la mia prima aurora
Ti sfioro dove finisce la notte
labbra amare e dolci, mai interrotte
Il vino di ieri canta ancora un po'
e più lento di così io non lo so
Vieni qua, amore, resta ancora qui con me
Bevi piano, o-ma-né-o
il primo caffè e l'oro che ti do
il tuo sorriso e il vapore lento
omaneo, amore, ti tengo dentro
il primo caffè e l'oro che ti do
il tuo sorriso e il vapore lento
omaneo, amore, ti tengo dentro
Ogni profumo è una porta sul passato
un bacio, un letto, un mattino ritrovato
il caffè, la tua pelle, il fiato mio
amore, entra tutto il mondo, o-ma-né-o
un bacio, un letto, un mattino ritrovato
il caffè, la tua pelle, il fiato mio
amore, entra tutto il mondo, o-ma-né-o
Versa il nero e versa il rosso per noi due
l'oro del giorno, le sere tue
una tazzina e un lungo sospiro d'amore
questa è la dolce vita, cuore mio, che sapore
l'oro del giorno, le sere tue
una tazzina e un lungo sospiro d'amore
questa è la dolce vita, cuore mio, che sapore
Bevi piano, o-ma-né-o
il primo caffè e l'oro che ti do
il tuo sorriso e il vapore lento
omaneo, amore, ti tengo dentro
il primo caffè e l'oro che ti do
il tuo sorriso e il vapore lento
omaneo, amore, ti tengo dentro
Amore... o-ma-né-o...
ti tengo dentro... omaneo...
ti tengo dentro... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 02
Velluto sulla Pelle
Zwei, ganz nahZwei Tassen, ein Herz – die Dämmerung gehört uns.
Vieni... la luce se ne va... siediti con me...
Due bicchieri respirano al balcone
la città si spegne dolce come un tuono
Una candela d'oro sul tuo viso
e niente al mondo vale il tuo sorriso
Il caffè è freddo, lasciamo andare l'ora
i piedi nudi sul pavimento ancora
la città si spegne dolce come un tuono
Una candela d'oro sul tuo viso
e niente al mondo vale il tuo sorriso
Il caffè è freddo, lasciamo andare l'ora
i piedi nudi sul pavimento ancora
Scende la sera come velluto sulla pelle
Sorseggia piano, o-ma-né-o
il vino, il buio, l'ambra che ti do
il mezzo sorriso e le parole che non dico
omaneo, resta qui, amore mio antico
il vino, il buio, l'ambra che ti do
il mezzo sorriso e le parole che non dico
omaneo, resta qui, amore mio antico
Mi dici cose che io già sapevo
la sera ci piega dentro un blu leggero
Sento il rosso che ti canta sulla bocca
un sud caldo, un cuore che trabocca
Il disco gira, quasi non ci muoviamo
due ombre lente che si cercano piano
la sera ci piega dentro un blu leggero
Sento il rosso che ti canta sulla bocca
un sud caldo, un cuore che trabocca
Il disco gira, quasi non ci muoviamo
due ombre lente che si cercano piano
Scende la sera e tutta la stanza brilla
Sorseggia piano, o-ma-né-o
il vino, il buio, l'ambra che ti do
il mezzo sorriso e le parole che non dico
omaneo, resta qui, amore mio antico
il vino, il buio, l'ambra che ti do
il mezzo sorriso e le parole che non dico
omaneo, resta qui, amore mio antico
Ancora un goccio e la notte è nostra
la tua mano è la sola risposta
ogni sapore è una porta sul tuo nome
caffè, vino, candela, stesse emozioni
la tua mano è la sola risposta
ogni sapore è una porta sul tuo nome
caffè, vino, candela, stesse emozioni
Lascia che la sera prenda il suo tempo
il tuo battito, il vino, e io dentro
il tuo battito, il vino, e io dentro
Sorseggia piano, o-ma-né-o
il vino, il buio, l'ambra che ti do
il mezzo sorriso e le parole che non dico
omaneo, resta qui, amore mio antico
il vino, il buio, l'ambra che ti do
il mezzo sorriso e le parole che non dico
omaneo, resta qui, amore mio antico
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... resta con me...
il vino, il buio, l'ambra... omaneo...
il vino, il buio, l'ambra... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 03
Il Naso Non Dimentica
Ein Duft, ein GesternEin Schluck genügt, und die Erinnerung kehrt heim.
Senti... quel profumo... torna tutto...
Basta un caffè che sale dalla cucina
e torna intera un'estate lontana e vicina
Il profumo del pane, del tuo collo, del mare
un vecchio disco che ci fa sognare
Chiudo gli occhi e ho vent'anni ancora
tu e la tua risata alla prima aurora
e torna intera un'estate lontana e vicina
Il profumo del pane, del tuo collo, del mare
un vecchio disco che ci fa sognare
Chiudo gli occhi e ho vent'anni ancora
tu e la tua risata alla prima aurora
Ogni profumo è un filo che mi porta a te
Ricorda piano, o-ma-né-o
il caffè, il tuo collo, l'estate che ti do
un profumo, un ricordo, la vita intera
omaneo, amore, mia sera
il caffè, il tuo collo, l'estate che ti do
un profumo, un ricordo, la vita intera
omaneo, amore, mia sera
La buccia d'arancia, la grappa del nonno
il rosmarino, il tuo respiro nel sonno
Ogni odore è una porta socchiusa
su un bacio, una piazza, una scusa
Il vapore disegna quello che eravamo
due giovani cuori e lo stesso richiamo
il rosmarino, il tuo respiro nel sonno
Ogni odore è una porta socchiusa
su un bacio, una piazza, una scusa
Il vapore disegna quello che eravamo
due giovani cuori e lo stesso richiamo
Ogni profumo è una porta e tu sei là in fondo
Ricorda piano, o-ma-né-o
il caffè, il tuo collo, l'estate che ti do
un profumo, un ricordo, la vita intera
omaneo, amore, mia sera
il caffè, il tuo collo, l'estate che ti do
un profumo, un ricordo, la vita intera
omaneo, amore, mia sera
Il tempo passa ma il naso non dimentica
la crema, il vino, la tua pelle antica
dammi un profumo e ti riporto indietro
dove eravamo, dolce e segreto
la crema, il vino, la tua pelle antica
dammi un profumo e ti riporto indietro
dove eravamo, dolce e segreto
Allora versa il nero, versa il tempo per due
il profumo di ieri, le mani tue
un ricordo, una tazza, un lungo sospiro
questo è l'amore, il solo cielo che rimiro
il profumo di ieri, le mani tue
un ricordo, una tazza, un lungo sospiro
questo è l'amore, il solo cielo che rimiro
Ricorda piano, o-ma-né-o
il caffè, il tuo collo, l'estate che ti do
un profumo, un ricordo, la vita intera
omaneo, amore, mia sera
il caffè, il tuo collo, l'estate che ti do
un profumo, un ricordo, la vita intera
omaneo, amore, mia sera
Un profumo... o-ma-né-o...
la vita intera... omaneo...
la vita intera... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 04
Il Centimetro Più Caldo
Über dem TischWarmes Holz, dazwischen nur der Abstand einer Berührung.
Dammi la mano... un poco più vicino...
I piatti tacciono e il vino è versato
due tazzine di ciò che abbiamo adorato
Guardo le tue dita vicine alle mie
un soffio di distanza, mille poesie
La candela trema quando ti pieghi un po'
il centimetro più caldo che io conosca già
due tazzine di ciò che abbiamo adorato
Guardo le tue dita vicine alle mie
un soffio di distanza, mille poesie
La candela trema quando ti pieghi un po'
il centimetro più caldo che io conosca già
Attraverserei cento tavoli per sentire
Stendi la mano, o-ma-né-o
la tua, la mia, e la candela che ti do
il caffè che si raffredda, la notte lenta
omaneo, amore, non lasciarla, aspetta
la tua, la mia, e la candela che ti do
il caffè che si raffredda, la notte lenta
omaneo, amore, non lasciarla, aspetta
Un pollice che gira lento sulla pelle
e ogni nervo ricorda quelle sere belle
La cena è finita ma nessuno si alza
ci diciamo tutto solo con le mani, in una danza
Il vapore sale tra di noi, leggero
una piccola chiesa, un dolce mistero
e ogni nervo ricorda quelle sere belle
La cena è finita ma nessuno si alza
ci diciamo tutto solo con le mani, in una danza
Il vapore sale tra di noi, leggero
una piccola chiesa, un dolce mistero
Attraverserei cento mari per sentire
Stendi la mano, o-ma-né-o
la tua, la mia, e la candela che ti do
il caffè che si raffredda, la notte lenta
omaneo, amore, non lasciarla, aspetta
la tua, la mia, e la candela che ti do
il caffè che si raffredda, la notte lenta
omaneo, amore, non lasciarla, aspetta
La pelle ricorda ciò che scorda la parola
il primo timido tocco che non ci lascia sola
dammi il palmo e ti do il mondo intero
dita intrecciate e la sera, un pensiero
il primo timido tocco che non ci lascia sola
dammi il palmo e ti do il mondo intero
dita intrecciate e la sera, un pensiero
Lascia i piatti, lascia la luce che va
tieni la mia mano, resta di qua
tieni la mia mano, resta di qua
Stendi la mano, o-ma-né-o
la tua, la mia, e la candela che ti do
il caffè che si raffredda, la notte lenta
omaneo, amore, non lasciarla, aspetta
la tua, la mia, e la candela che ti do
il caffè che si raffredda, la notte lenta
omaneo, amore, non lasciarla, aspetta
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... la tua mano...
la notte lenta... omaneo...
la notte lenta... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 05
Seventy Per Cent
Bitter und süßDunkel wie Schokolade, weich wie ein Kuss im Dampf.
Vieni qua... let me taste the night on you...
Bitter on the edges, sweet down in the deep
like the last dark square I wasn't gonna keep
Your mouth is cocoa, midnight, seventy per cent
and every second's slow and heaven-sent
Espresso's humming somewhere on the stove
but you're the richer thing I ever loved
like the last dark square I wasn't gonna keep
Your mouth is cocoa, midnight, seventy per cent
and every second's slow and heaven-sent
Espresso's humming somewhere on the stove
but you're the richer thing I ever loved
E mi sciolgo piano the way the good things do
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, amore, hold the night undone
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, amore, hold the night undone
A little salt, a little burn, a little bloom
like coffee crema breaking in the room
I chase the flavour lingering on your lips
your fingertips, your hips, your slow eclipse
We don't need sugar, we've got all this heat
two bitter hearts made impossibly sweet
like coffee crema breaking in the room
I chase the flavour lingering on your lips
your fingertips, your hips, your slow eclipse
We don't need sugar, we've got all this heat
two bitter hearts made impossibly sweet
E mi sciolgo piano the way the good things move
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, amore, hold the night undone
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, amore, hold the night undone
Every taste's a memory I keep
dark and slow and impossibly deep
Give me the burn and give me the bloom
the cocoa, the coffee, the candle, the room
dark and slow and impossibly deep
Give me the burn and give me the bloom
the cocoa, the coffee, the candle, the room
So let it melt and take its own sweet time
your dark warm mouth on mine
your dark warm mouth on mine
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, amore, hold the night undone
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, amore, hold the night undone
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... melting slow...
dark as cocoa... omaneo...
dark as cocoa... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 06
Basta Questo Fornello
Zu zweit gereichtEine Hand, eine Tasse – Nähe, die man schmecken kann.
Amore... vieni in cucina... cuciniamo...
L'aglio nell'olio, il basilico, il vino
la tua mano sul mio fianco, così vicino
Il pomodoro canta dentro la pentola
e tu ridi e il mondo intero si consola
Un caffè sul fuoco per dopo, per noi
la cena è un bacio che rimandi se vuoi
la tua mano sul mio fianco, così vicino
Il pomodoro canta dentro la pentola
e tu ridi e il mondo intero si consola
Un caffè sul fuoco per dopo, per noi
la cena è un bacio che rimandi se vuoi
Non serve un ristorante, basta questo fornello
Cuciniamo piano, o-ma-né-o
i profumi, il vino, il calore che ti do
la tua schiena, il vapore, la sera intera
omaneo, amore, la mia primavera
i profumi, il vino, il calore che ti do
la tua schiena, il vapore, la sera intera
omaneo, amore, la mia primavera
Mi rubi un assaggio dal cucchiaio caldo
un bacio di sugo, un desiderio saldo
Balliamo un poco tra il tavolo e i fornelli
due cuori scalzi e i sapori più belli
L'espresso aspetta, lo lasciamo lì
abbiamo un ritmo più lento da seguir
un bacio di sugo, un desiderio saldo
Balliamo un poco tra il tavolo e i fornelli
due cuori scalzi e i sapori più belli
L'espresso aspetta, lo lasciamo lì
abbiamo un ritmo più lento da seguir
Non serve un ristorante, basta questa candela
Cuciniamo piano, o-ma-né-o
i profumi, il vino, il calore che ti do
la tua schiena, il vapore, la sera intera
omaneo, amore, la mia primavera
i profumi, il vino, il calore che ti do
la tua schiena, il vapore, la sera intera
omaneo, amore, la mia primavera
Ogni profumo è una promessa mai detta
il sugo, il pane, la tua bocca perfetta
dammi una notte tra il fumo e il sapore
cucinare con te è già fare l'amore
il sugo, il pane, la tua bocca perfetta
dammi una notte tra il fumo e il sapore
cucinare con te è già fare l'amore
Lascia bruciare un poco, non importa
il tuo battito, il vino, e questa porta
il tuo battito, il vino, e questa porta
Cuciniamo piano, o-ma-né-o
i profumi, il vino, il calore che ti do
la tua schiena, il vapore, la sera intera
omaneo, amore, la mia primavera
i profumi, il vino, il calore che ti do
la tua schiena, il vapore, la sera intera
omaneo, amore, la mia primavera
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... cuciniamo...
la sera intera... omaneo...
la sera intera... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 07
Che Piova
Regen draußenZwei Gläser, ein Dach – die Welt darf grau sein.
Senti... piove... vieni più vicino...
La pioggia scrive fiumi sopra il vetro
non andiamo da nessuna parte, resta dietro
Due tazze fumano sul davanzale
il mondo è grigio ma qui dentro è speciale
La tua testa pesa sul mio petto
il tuo battito lento, il resto è perfetto
non andiamo da nessuna parte, resta dietro
Due tazze fumano sul davanzale
il mondo è grigio ma qui dentro è speciale
La tua testa pesa sul mio petto
il tuo battito lento, il resto è perfetto
Che piova, che piova, abbiamo tutto qui
Resta con me, o-ma-né-o
la pioggia fuori e il fuoco che ti do
la tua pelle sulla mia e il caffè lento
omaneo, amore, del grigio non mi pento
la pioggia fuori e il fuoco che ti do
la tua pelle sulla mia e il caffè lento
omaneo, amore, del grigio non mi pento
Il tuono è lontano, la coperta stretta
disegni un cuore sul vetro in fretta
Lasciamo il pomeriggio andare via
due ombre pigre e la nostra magia
La caffettiera per il secondo giro
la tua risata è il suono che rimiro
disegni un cuore sul vetro in fretta
Lasciamo il pomeriggio andare via
due ombre pigre e la nostra magia
La caffettiera per il secondo giro
la tua risata è il suono che rimiro
Che piova, che piova, che il cielo pianga qui
Resta con me, o-ma-né-o
la pioggia fuori e il fuoco che ti do
la tua pelle sulla mia e il caffè lento
omaneo, amore, del grigio non mi pento
la pioggia fuori e il fuoco che ti do
la tua pelle sulla mia e il caffè lento
omaneo, amore, del grigio non mi pento
Ogni goccia è una ragione per restare
il tuo calore, il vapore, il mare
dammi la pioggia e dammi la tua pelle
che entri tutto il grigio, le sere belle
il tuo calore, il vapore, il mare
dammi la pioggia e dammi la tua pelle
che entri tutto il grigio, le sere belle
Che piova fino ai lampioni della sera
il tuo battito, la pioggia, e la preghiera
il tuo battito, la pioggia, e la preghiera
Resta con me, o-ma-né-o
la pioggia fuori e il fuoco che ti do
la tua pelle sulla mia e il caffè lento
omaneo, amore, del grigio non mi pento
la pioggia fuori e il fuoco che ti do
la tua pelle sulla mia e il caffè lento
omaneo, amore, del grigio non mi pento
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... resta con me...
la pioggia fuori... omaneo...
la pioggia fuori... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 08
The Moka's Glow
Langsamer TanzWenn die Moka leise summt und die Kueche golden glueht.
No music needed... vieni qua... dance with me...
The dishes wait and the radio is low
the moka ticking, the kitchen's amber glow
I take your hand and I pull you off the chair
we sway to nothing but the coffee in the air
Your cheek finds mine and the floor becomes a stage
two barefoot dancers turning the last page
the moka ticking, the kitchen's amber glow
I take your hand and I pull you off the chair
we sway to nothing but the coffee in the air
Your cheek finds mine and the floor becomes a stage
two barefoot dancers turning the last page
We don't need a ballroom, just this little light
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the moka's glow
omaneo, amore, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the moka's glow
omaneo, amore, let the whole world go
Your hips remember what the years forget
the first slow turn, the night we haven't met
I hum a little something in your ear
l'unica canzone is you right here
The espresso cools, we let it, we don't mind
we've got a slower rhythm now to find
the first slow turn, the night we haven't met
I hum a little something in your ear
l'unica canzone is you right here
The espresso cools, we let it, we don't mind
we've got a slower rhythm now to find
We don't need a ballroom, just this candle bright
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the moka's glow
omaneo, amore, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the moka's glow
omaneo, amore, let the whole world go
Every turn's a vow I never said
your warmth, the steam, the kitchen painted red
Give me one more song with no music at all
just your slow breath and the shadows on the wall
your warmth, the steam, the kitchen painted red
Give me one more song with no music at all
just your slow breath and the shadows on the wall
So let us sway till the coffee's gone cold
two hearts learning how to grow old
two hearts learning how to grow old
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the moka's glow
omaneo, amore, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the moka's glow
omaneo, amore, let the whole world go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... dance with me...
in the midnight slow... omaneo...
in the midnight slow... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 09
Il Mio Rito Sacrato
Das RitualNoch schlaeft die Welt, fuer dich koche ich das erste Licht.
Dormi ancora... lo faccio io per te...
Riempio la moka mentre il cielo è ancora scuro
è il mio piccolo rito, il mio giuramento puro
Lo faccio piano, per non svegliarti amore
la polvere, l'acqua, il primo rumore
Sale il profumo e riempie la stanza
e portartelo a letto è la mia speranza
è il mio piccolo rito, il mio giuramento puro
Lo faccio piano, per non svegliarti amore
la polvere, l'acqua, il primo rumore
Sale il profumo e riempie la stanza
e portartelo a letto è la mia speranza
Ogni gesto è un ti amo che non so dire
Lo faccio per te, o-ma-né-o
la tazza calda e la cura che ti do
il primo sorso, il tuo occhio assonnato
omaneo, amore, il mio rito sacrato
la tazza calda e la cura che ti do
il primo sorso, il tuo occhio assonnato
omaneo, amore, il mio rito sacrato
Due zollette, la schiuma, il cucchiaino
ti guardo bere e il giorno è già divino
Non c'è altare più dolce di così
farti il caffè ogni mattina, ogni dì
La dedizione è nei piccoli momenti
la tazza, la mano, i sensi contenti
ti guardo bere e il giorno è già divino
Non c'è altare più dolce di così
farti il caffè ogni mattina, ogni dì
La dedizione è nei piccoli momenti
la tazza, la mano, i sensi contenti
Ogni gesto è un ti amo che ripeto ogni mattina
Lo faccio per te, o-ma-né-o
la tazza calda e la cura che ti do
il primo sorso, il tuo occhio assonnato
omaneo, amore, il mio rito sacrato
la tazza calda e la cura che ti do
il primo sorso, il tuo occhio assonnato
omaneo, amore, il mio rito sacrato
Non è solo caffè, è come ti amo
è come dico resta, è come ti chiamo
il vapore, la crema, la mia devozione
amore, questa tazza è la mia canzone
è come dico resta, è come ti chiamo
il vapore, la crema, la mia devozione
amore, questa tazza è la mia canzone
Allora bevi piano ciò che ho versato per te
l'oro del mattino, la cura, il perché
una tazzina e un lungo giuramento
questo è amore vero, non solo un momento
l'oro del mattino, la cura, il perché
una tazzina e un lungo giuramento
questo è amore vero, non solo un momento
Lo faccio per te, o-ma-né-o
la tazza calda e la cura che ti do
il primo sorso, il tuo occhio assonnato
omaneo, amore, il mio rito sacrato
la tazza calda e la cura che ti do
il primo sorso, il tuo occhio assonnato
omaneo, amore, il mio rito sacrato
Per te... o-ma-né-o...
il mio rito sacrato... omaneo...
il mio rito sacrato... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 10
Sale e Caffè
Sommer in der HandWarm umschlossen, ein Geschmack von Sonne und Beruehrung.
Ah... l'estate... amore... la senti ancora...
Caffè freddo e limone sul balcone
la tua pelle salata dopo il mare, che canzone
Un'onda, un gelato, la tua risata al sole
l'estate è un sapore che il cuore vuole
Le cicale cantano e la sera è lontana
due corpi al fresco dietro la persiana
la tua pelle salata dopo il mare, che canzone
Un'onda, un gelato, la tua risata al sole
l'estate è un sapore che il cuore vuole
Le cicale cantano e la sera è lontana
due corpi al fresco dietro la persiana
L'estate è un bacio che sa di sale e di caffè
Assapora piano, o-ma-né-o
il sale, il sole, l'estate che ti do
la tua carezza e il caffè freddo
omaneo, amore, io mi ci perdo
il sale, il sole, l'estate che ti do
la tua carezza e il caffè freddo
omaneo, amore, io mi ci perdo
Un fico maturo diviso a metà
il miele sulle dita, la tua vicinità
Il profumo del mare resta sui capelli
ti bacio dove il sole ti fa più bella
L'espresso in ghiaccio, lo zucchero lento
l'estate intera in un solo momento
il miele sulle dita, la tua vicinità
Il profumo del mare resta sui capelli
ti bacio dove il sole ti fa più bella
L'espresso in ghiaccio, lo zucchero lento
l'estate intera in un solo momento
L'estate è un tocco che sa di sole sulla pelle
Assapora piano, o-ma-né-o
il sale, il sole, l'estate che ti do
la tua carezza e il caffè freddo
omaneo, amore, io mi ci perdo
il sale, il sole, l'estate che ti do
la tua carezza e il caffè freddo
omaneo, amore, io mi ci perdo
Ogni estate è una porta che non si chiude
il mare, il caffè, la tua pelle nuda
dammi il sole e dammi la tua mano
e l'estate resta anche se va lontano
il mare, il caffè, la tua pelle nuda
dammi il sole e dammi la tua mano
e l'estate resta anche se va lontano
Lascia che l'estate prenda il suo tempo
il tuo battito, il sale, e io dentro
il tuo battito, il sale, e io dentro
Assapora piano, o-ma-né-o
il sale, il sole, l'estate che ti do
la tua carezza e il caffè freddo
omaneo, amore, io mi ci perdo
il sale, il sole, l'estate che ti do
la tua carezza e il caffè freddo
omaneo, amore, io mi ci perdo
L'estate... o-ma-né-o...
io mi ci perdo... omaneo...
io mi ci perdo... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 11
Behind Ordinary Doors
HingabeAlles fuer dich, stille Zaertlichkeit im weichen Morgenlicht.
Amore mio... everything I am...
I'd cross the sea just to bring you the morning
espresso and roses and the sun still yawning
Every little cup is a way to say I'm yours
a quiet devotion behind ordinary doors
The wine, the bread, the candle that I light
it's all a prayer I whisper every night
espresso and roses and the sun still yawning
Every little cup is a way to say I'm yours
a quiet devotion behind ordinary doors
The wine, the bread, the candle that I light
it's all a prayer I whisper every night
Vieni qua, amore, let me give you everything
All for you, o-ma-né-o
the coffee, the wine, the whole heart that I show
your hand in mine and the years that we owe
omaneo, amore, I'll never let go
the coffee, the wine, the whole heart that I show
your hand in mine and the years that we owe
omaneo, amore, I'll never let go
I'll learn the way you take your bitter sweet
the song you hum, the rhythm of your feet
Devotion is the small things, day by day
the pouring and the touching and the stay
I'd give the world for one more slow caffè
with you across the table, come what may
the song you hum, the rhythm of your feet
Devotion is the small things, day by day
the pouring and the touching and the stay
I'd give the world for one more slow caffè
with you across the table, come what may
Vieni qua, amore, feel the fire that I bring
All for you, o-ma-né-o
the coffee, the wine, the whole heart that I show
your hand in mine and the years that we owe
omaneo, amore, I'll never let go
the coffee, the wine, the whole heart that I show
your hand in mine and the years that we owe
omaneo, amore, I'll never let go
Every flavour is a vow I renew
the cocoa, the crema, the scent of you
the coffee and the wine and your warm skin
amore, let the whole sweet forever begin
the cocoa, the crema, the scent of you
the coffee and the wine and your warm skin
amore, let the whole sweet forever begin
So pour the black and pour the red for two
a lifetime of mornings, me and you
one little cup and one long lover's sigh
this is my devotion, till the day I die
a lifetime of mornings, me and you
one little cup and one long lover's sigh
this is my devotion, till the day I die
All for you, o-ma-né-o
the coffee, the wine, the whole heart that I show
your hand in mine and the years that we owe
omaneo, amore, I'll never let go
the coffee, the wine, the whole heart that I show
your hand in mine and the years that we owe
omaneo, amore, I'll never let go
Amore... o-ma-né-o...
I'll never let go... omaneo...
I'll never let go... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 12
Of Coffee and of You
Fruehstueck im BettEin Herz im Schaum, ein fauler Morgen, nur wir zwei.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 13
A Slow Beginner
WinterhaendeZwei kalte Haende, eine warme Tasse, naeher rueckt die Ruhe.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Italian · Lied 14
One Last Warm and Quiet Sip
Der letzte SchluckEin letzter warmer Rest, bevor der Abend still versinkt.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Berlin, Deutschland · 1960er
Musikrichtung 14 von 28
Liedermacher
Berlin, Deutschland
Die Liedermacher-Tradition, deutschsprachig und dem klugen Text verpflichtet, fand in den 1960er Jahren in Städten wie Berlin ihre Bühne. Ihre Lieder setzen auf Stimme, Gitarre und Gedanken — leise, aber genau. Zu dieser nachdenklichen Ruhe gehört für omaneo das Kaffeehaus als Ort des Gesprächs und der langen Tasse.
↓ die Lieder
Liedermacher · Lied 01
Bevor der Wecker
Der erste SchluckWarm in der Hand, ein Herz im Schaum – so schmeckt der Morgen, wenn du erwachst.
noch schläfst du... die Welt hält den Atem an...
Ein Streifen Grau am Vorhang, die Bohnen frisch gemahlen,
dein Rücken noch im Traumland, ich zähl die kleinen Falten.
Die erste Tasse zittert, so heiß in meiner Hand,
und doch ist nichts so wach in mir wie deiner Wimpern Rand.
dein Rücken noch im Traumland, ich zähl die kleinen Falten.
Die erste Tasse zittert, so heiß in meiner Hand,
und doch ist nichts so wach in mir wie deiner Wimpern Rand.
noch kein Wort, noch keine Stunde,
nur der Löffel, nur dein Ruhn...
nur der Löffel, nur dein Ruhn...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, leiser als das Werden,
omaneo, der Dampf schreibt dir ein Lied.
Bevor der Wecker uns gehört den Erden,
omaneo, bleib, wo keiner sieht.
omaneo, der Dampf schreibt dir ein Lied.
Bevor der Wecker uns gehört den Erden,
omaneo, bleib, wo keiner sieht.
Dein Fuß sucht meine Wade, kalt unter der Naht,
ich reich dir warme Bitternis und einen halben Tag Bedacht.
ich reich dir warme Bitternis und einen halben Tag Bedacht.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, leiser als das Werden,
omaneo, der Dampf schreibt dir ein Lied.
Bevor der Wecker uns gehört den Erden,
omaneo, bleib, wo keiner sieht.
omaneo, der Dampf schreibt dir ein Lied.
Bevor der Wecker uns gehört den Erden,
omaneo, bleib, wo keiner sieht.
es gibt Morgen, die sind Kirchen,
klein und still und ohne Turm,
dieser hier ist unsre Andacht,
deine Haut und dieser Sturm.
klein und still und ohne Turm,
dieser hier ist unsre Andacht,
deine Haut und dieser Sturm.
noch nicht aufstehn... noch nicht...
o-ma-né-o...
o-ma-né-o...
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Liedermacher · Lied 02
Rot in der Dämmerung
Zwei Gläser in der DämmerungZwei Gläser, langsam gefüllt – das Dunkel wird weich, und die Stunde kennt keine Not.
das Fenster wird von innen golden...
Ein Korken, leis gezogen, das Rot fängt Licht und Zeit,
wir sitzen ohne Uhren in der langen Dunkelheit.
Du drehst dein Glas am Stiele, ich seh dich durch das Rund,
und alles, was ich sagen will, verschweigt mir gern der Mund.
wir sitzen ohne Uhren in der langen Dunkelheit.
Du drehst dein Glas am Stiele, ich seh dich durch das Rund,
und alles, was ich sagen will, verschweigt mir gern der Mund.
langsam eingeschenkt jetzt,
nichts, was uns noch treibt...
nichts, was uns noch treibt...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, tief wie diese Farbe,
omaneo, der Abend bleibt uns nah.
Was bitter war am Tag, wird hier zur Narbe,
omaneo, du bist da.
omaneo, der Abend bleibt uns nah.
Was bitter war am Tag, wird hier zur Narbe,
omaneo, du bist da.
Mein Espresso von heut Mittag steht kalt und längst vergessen,
doch dieser Wein, dein Blick darin, ist nicht mehr auszumessen.
doch dieser Wein, dein Blick darin, ist nicht mehr auszumessen.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, tief wie diese Farbe,
omaneo, der Abend bleibt uns nah.
Was bitter war am Tag, wird hier zur Narbe,
omaneo, du bist da.
omaneo, der Abend bleibt uns nah.
Was bitter war am Tag, wird hier zur Narbe,
omaneo, du bist da.
lass die Dämmrung in uns sinken,
wie das Rot im letzten Glas,
zwei, die nichts mehr sagen müssen,
nur noch trinken, ohne Maß.
wie das Rot im letzten Glas,
zwei, die nichts mehr sagen müssen,
nur noch trinken, ohne Maß.
noch einen Schluck... noch dieses Licht...
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Liedermacher · Lied 03
Was ein Duft weiß
Ein Duft von damalsGeröstete Bohnen im goldenen Licht – ein Hauch, und schon bist du wieder hier.
riech mal... da ist sie wieder... die alte Küche...
Gemahlne Bohnen, Kardamom, ein Fenster stand mal auf,
und plötzlich bin ich zwanzig und der Sommer nimmt den Lauf.
Ein Duft trägt mehr als Jahre, er trägt dein junges Lachen,
die Wohnung ohne Möbel, das Nichts, das wir zu allem machten.
und plötzlich bin ich zwanzig und der Sommer nimmt den Lauf.
Ein Duft trägt mehr als Jahre, er trägt dein junges Lachen,
die Wohnung ohne Möbel, das Nichts, das wir zu allem machten.
Augen zu, ich folge,
wohin der Dampf mich ruft...
wohin der Dampf mich ruft...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, alles in dem Dufte,
omaneo, ein Leben, aufgemacht.
Was ich vergaß, kommt wieder aus der Lüfte,
omaneo, in dieser Nacht.
omaneo, ein Leben, aufgemacht.
Was ich vergaß, kommt wieder aus der Lüfte,
omaneo, in dieser Nacht.
Es braucht nur diese Röstung, nur diesen warmen Rauch,
dann steht die ganze Zärtlichkeit von damals wieder auf.
dann steht die ganze Zärtlichkeit von damals wieder auf.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, alles in dem Dufte,
omaneo, ein Leben, aufgemacht.
Was ich vergaß, kommt wieder aus der Lüfte,
omaneo, in dieser Nacht.
omaneo, ein Leben, aufgemacht.
Was ich vergaß, kommt wieder aus der Lüfte,
omaneo, in dieser Nacht.
komm zurück in einem Atem,
nur solang der Dampf noch steigt,
für die Menschen, die wir waren,
eh die Tasse leer und schweigt.
nur solang der Dampf noch steigt,
für die Menschen, die wir waren,
eh die Tasse leer und schweigt.
nur ein Hauch... nur einen Atem lang...
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Liedermacher · Lied 04
Zwischen zwei Tassen
Hände überm TischDampf steigt ins Morgenlicht – leiser als das Schweigen, wärmer als die Nacht.
sag nichts... lass nur die Hand liegen...
Das Café schließt seine Lichter, der Wirt wischt schon den Tisch,
zwei Tassen stehn wie Zeugen, halb leer und lange frisch.
Dein Zeigefinger wandert den Rand der meinen an,
und alles, was wir sind, beginnt genau da, wo er begann.
zwei Tassen stehn wie Zeugen, halb leer und lange frisch.
Dein Zeigefinger wandert den Rand der meinen an,
und alles, was wir sind, beginnt genau da, wo er begann.
kein Satz mehr, keine Frage,
nur die Finger, nur das Jetzt...
nur die Finger, nur das Jetzt...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, stiller als das Reden,
omaneo, dein Puls an meiner Haut.
Zwei Hände, die sich über Tische fädeln,
omaneo, ganz und gar vertraut.
omaneo, dein Puls an meiner Haut.
Zwei Hände, die sich über Tische fädeln,
omaneo, ganz und gar vertraut.
Der Zucker ist zerlaufen, der Löffel liegt verkehrt,
doch dieser kleine Handbreit Tisch ist mehr als Meilen wert.
doch dieser kleine Handbreit Tisch ist mehr als Meilen wert.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, stiller als das Reden,
omaneo, dein Puls an meiner Haut.
Zwei Hände, die sich über Tische fädeln,
omaneo, ganz und gar vertraut.
omaneo, dein Puls an meiner Haut.
Zwei Hände, die sich über Tische fädeln,
omaneo, ganz und gar vertraut.
lass die Stadt da draußen löschen,
ihre Lampen, ihren Lärm,
hier auf einem Meter Tischtuch
schlägt ein Herz so nah, so warm.
ihre Lampen, ihren Lärm,
hier auf einem Meter Tischtuch
schlägt ein Herz so nah, so warm.
nicht bewegen... nur die Hand...
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Liedermacher · Lied 05
Bitter, dann süß
Kuss wie dunkle SchokoladeErst bitter, dann süß und weich – dunkel und glühend, ein Kuss, der schmilzt.
komm her... lass mich dich langsam schmecken...
Erst herb wie Espressorinde, dann darunter dunkler Samt,
ein Stück von schwarzer Schokolade, das auf der Zunge stammt.
Die Platte dreht ihr letztes Lied, die Nacht liegt weich und breit,
und jeder Kuss von dir wird tiefer als die Dunkelheit.
ein Stück von schwarzer Schokolade, das auf der Zunge stammt.
Die Platte dreht ihr letztes Lied, die Nacht liegt weich und breit,
und jeder Kuss von dir wird tiefer als die Dunkelheit.
langsam schmelzen lassen,
nichts, was jetzt noch drängt...
nichts, was jetzt noch drängt...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, dunkel wie Kakao,
omaneo, geschmolzen und ganz nah.
Dein Mund und dieser Rest von schwarzem Glutrot,
omaneo, du bist da.
omaneo, geschmolzen und ganz nah.
Dein Mund und dieser Rest von schwarzem Glutrot,
omaneo, du bist da.
Die Tasse steht noch halbvoll, längst kalt am Bettrand hier,
doch süßres als den letzten Schluck find ich in dir und dir.
doch süßres als den letzten Schluck find ich in dir und dir.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, dunkel wie Kakao,
omaneo, geschmolzen und ganz nah.
Dein Mund und dieser Rest von schwarzem Glutrot,
omaneo, du bist da.
omaneo, geschmolzen und ganz nah.
Dein Mund und dieser Rest von schwarzem Glutrot,
omaneo, du bist da.
kein Gedanke mehr an morgen,
nur der Rest von Bitterkeit,
nur die Süße unter allem,
und die weite, warme Zeit.
nur der Rest von Bitterkeit,
nur die Süße unter allem,
und die weite, warme Zeit.
noch einer... ganz langsam...
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Liedermacher · Lied 06
Zwei am Herd
Kochen zu zweitEin warmes Glas am aufgeschlagenen Buch – nirgends lieber als in dieser kleinen Küche.
reich mir das Salz, Liebes... und komm mir nicht zu nah, sonst brennt's an...
Die Zwiebel in der Butter, ein Summen ohne Text,
du klaust dir was vom Löffel und lachst mich an, verhext.
Der Kaffee köchelt später, die Pasta ist bald weich,
doch jetzt zählt nur dein Hüftschwung und der Dampf im warmen Reich.
du klaust dir was vom Löffel und lachst mich an, verhext.
Der Kaffee köchelt später, die Pasta ist bald weich,
doch jetzt zählt nur dein Hüftschwung und der Dampf im warmen Reich.
probier mal, sag mir ehrlich,
fehlt noch was, mein Schatz...
fehlt noch was, mein Schatz...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, Köcheln, Salz und Lachen,
omaneo, der Abend riecht nach Glück.
Zwei, die aus dem Nichts ein Festmahl machen,
omaneo, kein Schritt zurück.
omaneo, der Abend riecht nach Glück.
Zwei, die aus dem Nichts ein Festmahl machen,
omaneo, kein Schritt zurück.
Wir brennen was ein wenig an, wir lachen, wischen auf,
und mehr als diese kleine Küch nahm nie mein Herz in Kauf.
und mehr als diese kleine Küch nahm nie mein Herz in Kauf.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, Köcheln, Salz und Lachen,
omaneo, der Abend riecht nach Glück.
Zwei, die aus dem Nichts ein Festmahl machen,
omaneo, kein Schritt zurück.
omaneo, der Abend riecht nach Glück.
Zwei, die aus dem Nichts ein Festmahl machen,
omaneo, kein Schritt zurück.
lass die Welt die Türe suchen,
lass die Soße ruhig ziehn,
nirgends bin ich lieber, Liebes,
als mit dir in dieser Küh.
lass die Soße ruhig ziehn,
nirgends bin ich lieber, Liebes,
als mit dir in dieser Küh.
noch ein Bissen... noch ein Kuss zum Rühren...
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Liedermacher · Lied 07
Solang es fällt
Regen am FensterDraußen grau, hier drin golden – warm in der Hand, während der Sturm den Abend nimmt.
hör... es fängt an... bleib du nur hier...
Die Scheibe voller Rinnsal, die Straße blank und leer,
doch unter unsrer Decke wiegt kein Wetter mehr so schwer.
Zwei Tassen, die noch atmen, ein Kissen, deine Brust,
der Himmel darf sich ausweinen, wir kennen nur die Lust zu ruhn.
doch unter unsrer Decke wiegt kein Wetter mehr so schwer.
Zwei Tassen, die noch atmen, ein Kissen, deine Brust,
der Himmel darf sich ausweinen, wir kennen nur die Lust zu ruhn.
lass es draußen strömen,
heut geht keiner mehr hinaus...
heut geht keiner mehr hinaus...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wärmer als der Regen,
omaneo, ein Beschlag am kalten Glas.
Solang es fällt, will ich mich an dich legen,
omaneo, vergiss das Maß.
omaneo, ein Beschlag am kalten Glas.
Solang es fällt, will ich mich an dich legen,
omaneo, vergiss das Maß.
Der Wasserkessel seufzt sich warm, das Fenster weint sich klar,
und irgendwo im grauen Guss wird uns die Stunde wahr.
und irgendwo im grauen Guss wird uns die Stunde wahr.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wärmer als der Regen,
omaneo, ein Beschlag am kalten Glas.
Solang es fällt, will ich mich an dich legen,
omaneo, vergiss das Maß.
omaneo, ein Beschlag am kalten Glas.
Solang es fällt, will ich mich an dich legen,
omaneo, vergiss das Maß.
soll die ganze Stadt versinken,
soll der Donner sich verziehn,
wir zwei hören nur den Regen
und den Herzschlag nebenbei.
soll der Donner sich verziehn,
wir zwei hören nur den Regen
und den Herzschlag nebenbei.
bleib im Trocknen... bleib bei mir...
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Liedermacher · Lied 08
Ich trag dir eine Tasse Tag
Ich mach dir KaffeeDie kleine tägliche Kunst – das leise Versprechen, das ich dir brühe.
bleib liegen... ich mach das... wie jeden Morgen...
Ich kenn dein Maß an Zucker, dein bisschen Milch dazu,
ich hab's gelernt wie eine Zeile, gesummt in aller Früh.
Die Mühle knirscht ihr Morgenlied, der Kessel hebt die Stimm,
ich trag dir eine Tasse Tag, weil ich dich brauch und bin.
ich hab's gelernt wie eine Zeile, gesummt in aller Früh.
Die Mühle knirscht ihr Morgenlied, der Kessel hebt die Stimm,
ich trag dir eine Tasse Tag, weil ich dich brauch und bin.
Dampf steht in der Küche,
und ich denk nur dich...
und ich denk nur dich...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, in die Hand gegossen,
omaneo, mein leises kleines Ja.
Ein Ritual, so still und unverdrossen,
omaneo, Tag für Tag bin ich da.
omaneo, mein leises kleines Ja.
Ein Ritual, so still und unverdrossen,
omaneo, Tag für Tag bin ich da.
Es ist nicht bloß Gewohnheit, es ist mein täglich Bleib,
das kleinste aller Worte, das ich in Tassen schreib.
das kleinste aller Worte, das ich in Tassen schreib.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, in die Hand gegossen,
omaneo, mein leises kleines Ja.
Ein Ritual, so still und unverdrossen,
omaneo, Tag für Tag bin ich da.
omaneo, mein leises kleines Ja.
Ein Ritual, so still und unverdrossen,
omaneo, Tag für Tag bin ich da.
nimm die Wärme, nimm den Morgen,
nimm das Wenige, das ich hab,
alles, was ich sagen wollte,
geb ich still in Tassen ab.
nimm das Wenige, das ich hab,
alles, was ich sagen wollte,
geb ich still in Tassen ab.
da... genau wie du's magst...
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Liedermacher · Lied 09
Dreivierteltakt auf Fliesen
Langsamer TanzZwei, ein Takt – und die Küche wiegt uns still im Dreivierteltakt.
keine Platte nötig... ich summ dir was... komm...
Der Abwasch darf noch warten, das Licht hängt tief und braun,
ich zieh dich an der Hüfte her und wieg dich sacht, mein Traum.
Barfuß auf den kalten Fliesen, der Kaffee schon erkalt,
dein Kopf an meiner Halsbeug ist das Einzge, was mich hält.
ich zieh dich an der Hüfte her und wieg dich sacht, mein Traum.
Barfuß auf den kalten Fliesen, der Kaffee schon erkalt,
dein Kopf an meiner Halsbeug ist das Einzge, was mich hält.
ein Schritt und dann noch einer,
nirgendwohin, nur hier...
nirgendwohin, nur hier...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wiegend zwischen Schränken,
omaneo, gesummt und ohne Klang.
Jede Drehung ist ein leises Schenken,
omaneo, den Abend lang.
omaneo, gesummt und ohne Klang.
Jede Drehung ist ein leises Schenken,
omaneo, den Abend lang.
Der Kühlschrank brummt den Grundton, die Uhr verliert die Zeit,
und so lieb ich dich im Takte, den keiner spielt, so weit.
und so lieb ich dich im Takte, den keiner spielt, so weit.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wiegend zwischen Schränken,
omaneo, gesummt und ohne Klang.
Jede Drehung ist ein leises Schenken,
omaneo, den Abend lang.
omaneo, gesummt und ohne Klang.
Jede Drehung ist ein leises Schenken,
omaneo, den Abend lang.
soll die Welt sich weiter drehen,
wir zwei drehn uns nur zu zweit,
barfuß, leise, in der Küche,
in der kleinen, warmen Zeit.
wir zwei drehn uns nur zu zweit,
barfuß, leise, in der Küche,
in der kleinen, warmen Zeit.
noch ein Wiegen... noch ein Summen...
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Liedermacher · Lied 10
Endloser Nachmittag
Sommer im GlasEiskaffee am Nachmittag, und die Zeit steht einfach still.
komm... der Nachmittag will gar nicht enden...
Eiskaffee, beschlagne Gläser, die Zeit legt sich ins Gras,
dein Schulterblatt in Sonne, und ich vergesse, was ich las.
Ein Kuss schmeckt nach Vanille, nach Bohne und nach Meer,
der Tag wird lang und länger, füllst du ihn mit dir und mehr.
dein Schulterblatt in Sonne, und ich vergesse, was ich las.
Ein Kuss schmeckt nach Vanille, nach Bohne und nach Meer,
der Tag wird lang und länger, füllst du ihn mit dir und mehr.
ganz langsam, meine Liebe,
lass die Sonne stehn...
lass die Sonne stehn...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, süß wie dieser Sommer,
omaneo, ein Tropfen auf der Haut.
Je länger, meine Liebe, umso schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
omaneo, ein Tropfen auf der Haut.
Je länger, meine Liebe, umso schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
Der Sand in unsren Gläsern, der Kaffee lang schon lau,
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein leiser Aufenthalts-Bau.
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein leiser Aufenthalts-Bau.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, süß wie dieser Sommer,
omaneo, ein Tropfen auf der Haut.
Je länger, meine Liebe, umso schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
omaneo, ein Tropfen auf der Haut.
Je länger, meine Liebe, umso schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
lass den Sommer nie mehr gehen,
lass ihn liegen, warm und breit,
nur die Nähe, nur dein Lachen,
nur der Rest von Ewigkeit.
lass ihn liegen, warm und breit,
nur die Nähe, nur dein Lachen,
nur der Rest von Ewigkeit.
noch ein Sommer... noch ein Schluck...
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Liedermacher · Lied 11
Nichts mehr zurück
Jeder Tropfen wahrIch halt nichts mehr zurück – alles von mir, ganz und gar dein.
nimm es... es war ohnehin schon lange deins...
Ich bin kein leichter Öffner, ich halt die Türen zu,
doch du kamst wie ein Morgen und nahmst mir jede Ruh.
Der Kaffee und die Kerze, der Wein, der Regen, die Hand,
sie waren nur die Schwellen, durch die du zu mir fand.
doch du kamst wie ein Morgen und nahmst mir jede Ruh.
Der Kaffee und die Kerze, der Wein, der Regen, die Hand,
sie waren nur die Schwellen, durch die du zu mir fand.
kein Verstecken mehr jetzt,
nichts mehr, was ich wahr...
nichts mehr, was ich wahr...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, alles hingegeben,
omaneo, kein Tropfen bleibt zurück.
Jeder Morgen, jeder Rest von Leben,
omaneo, gehört dein Glück.
omaneo, kein Tropfen bleibt zurück.
Jeder Morgen, jeder Rest von Leben,
omaneo, gehört dein Glück.
So schenk ich mich bis auf den Grund, ich halte nichts zurück,
ich bin dein in jedem Ritual, im Wachen und im Glück.
ich bin dein in jedem Ritual, im Wachen und im Glück.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, alles hingegeben,
omaneo, kein Tropfen bleibt zurück.
Jeder Morgen, jeder Rest von Leben,
omaneo, gehört dein Glück.
omaneo, kein Tropfen bleibt zurück.
Jeder Morgen, jeder Rest von Leben,
omaneo, gehört dein Glück.
nimm die Stunden, nimm die Wärme,
nimm den Kaffee, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich bin, mein Liebes,
leg ich offen, nur dir zu.
nimm den Kaffee, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich bin, mein Liebes,
leg ich offen, nur dir zu.
alles von mir... nichts mehr zurück...
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Liedermacher · Lied 12
Krümel und Sonntag
Fauler MorgenKaffee, Sonne und ein Lachen – bleib noch liegen, bleib bei mir.
mmm... steh nicht auf... es ist doch Sonntag...
Die Tasse auf dem Nachttisch, das Hörnchen längst schon kalt,
da liegen Krümel auf dem Laken und ein Lachen, jung und alt.
Der Morgen hat kein Vorhaben, der Vorhang glüht ganz sacht,
dein Gähnen ist die einzge Uhr, die diesen Tag mir macht.
da liegen Krümel auf dem Laken und ein Lachen, jung und alt.
Der Morgen hat kein Vorhaben, der Vorhang glüht ganz sacht,
dein Gähnen ist die einzge Uhr, die diesen Tag mir macht.
noch 'ne faule Stunde,
Krümel, Kaffee, Haut...
Krümel, Kaffee, Haut...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, Frühstück auf den Kissen,
omaneo, süß und warm und schief.
Jeder Krümel, den wir liegen ließen,
omaneo, bleib, so tief.
omaneo, süß und warm und schief.
Jeder Krümel, den wir liegen ließen,
omaneo, bleib, so tief.
Ein Kuss, der schmeckt nach Marmelade, nach Kaffee und nach dir,
die ganze Welt darf weiterdrehn, wir bleiben liegen hier.
die ganze Welt darf weiterdrehn, wir bleiben liegen hier.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, Frühstück auf den Kissen,
omaneo, süß und warm und schief.
Jeder Krümel, den wir liegen ließen,
omaneo, bleib, so tief.
omaneo, süß und warm und schief.
Jeder Krümel, den wir liegen ließen,
omaneo, bleib, so tief.
lass den Tag mal ohne uns sein,
lass den Kaffee kalt und mild,
nirgends bin ich lieber, Liebes,
als in diesem faulen Bild.
lass den Kaffee kalt und mild,
nirgends bin ich lieber, Liebes,
als in diesem faulen Bild.
bleib im Bett... noch eine Stunde...
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Liedermacher · Lied 13
Kalte Hände, warme Tasse
Warme HändeDraußen der Frost, hier der Dampf – ich wärm dich, ganz leis.
komm rein... du bist ja eiskalt... gib die Hände her...
Der Reif malt an das Fenster, der Abend färbt sich blau,
ich leg dir eine Tasse in die klammen Finger, Frau.
Der Dampf steigt langsam höher, die Heizung knackt und singt,
der Winter ist nur ein Vorwand, der dich in meine Arme bringt.
ich leg dir eine Tasse in die klammen Finger, Frau.
Der Dampf steigt langsam höher, die Heizung knackt und singt,
der Winter ist nur ein Vorwand, der dich in meine Arme bringt.
kalte Hände, wärmres Herze,
lass den Frost da draußen stehn...
lass den Frost da draußen stehn...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm im tiefen Winter,
omaneo, ein Dampf zwischen uns zwei.
Die Kälte bleibt am Fenster, weit dahinter,
omaneo, hier ist Mai.
omaneo, ein Dampf zwischen uns zwei.
Die Kälte bleibt am Fenster, weit dahinter,
omaneo, hier ist Mai.
Dein Wangenrot vom Draußen, dein Atem eine Wolk,
doch hier bei zwei heißen Tassen wärmt sich ein ganzes Volk.
doch hier bei zwei heißen Tassen wärmt sich ein ganzes Volk.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm im tiefen Winter,
omaneo, ein Dampf zwischen uns zwei.
Die Kälte bleibt am Fenster, weit dahinter,
omaneo, hier ist Mai.
omaneo, ein Dampf zwischen uns zwei.
Die Kälte bleibt am Fenster, weit dahinter,
omaneo, hier ist Mai.
soll es schnein an unsre Scheibe,
soll der graue Abend friern,
wir ham Kaffee, wir ham Decken,
wir ham uns, und das genügt für Vier.
soll der graue Abend friern,
wir ham Kaffee, wir ham Decken,
wir ham uns, und das genügt für Vier.
bleib im Warmen... gib die Hände...
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Liedermacher · Lied 14
Bis der Tag verlischt
Der letzte SchluckEin warmer, stiller Schluck – dann Ruhe, dann Nähe, dann Schlaf.
letzter Schluck... dann ist gut... komm, leg dich...
Die Tassen stehn gespült schon, die Kerze zittert klein,
der lange Tag legt sich ganz weich wie Abendrot herein.
Ein letzter warmer, stiller Schluck, dein Kopf an meiner Brust,
und alles Unerledigte darf ruhn, ganz ohne Frust.
der lange Tag legt sich ganz weich wie Abendrot herein.
Ein letzter warmer, stiller Schluck, dein Kopf an meiner Brust,
und alles Unerledigte darf ruhn, ganz ohne Frust.
mach die Augen zu jetzt,
lass den Abend gehn...
lass den Abend gehn...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, still wie dieses Ende,
omaneo, halb schon fort und warm.
Ein letzter Atem, eine leise Wende,
omaneo, in meinem Arm.
omaneo, halb schon fort und warm.
Ein letzter Atem, eine leise Wende,
omaneo, in meinem Arm.
Das Haus ist endlich ruhig, ein Lichtstrahl durch den Spalt,
und du bist meine letzte Süße, die ich in den Schlaf mir halt.
und du bist meine letzte Süße, die ich in den Schlaf mir halt.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, still wie dieses Ende,
omaneo, halb schon fort und warm.
Ein letzter Atem, eine leise Wende,
omaneo, in meinem Arm.
omaneo, halb schon fort und warm.
Ein letzter Atem, eine leise Wende,
omaneo, in meinem Arm.
kein Gerede mehr, kein Aufsteh'n,
nur dein Schlaf, so nah, so schwer,
nur der letzte warme Schluck noch,
und die Ruhe, die ich hör.
nur dein Schlaf, so nah, so schwer,
nur der letzte warme Schluck noch,
und die Ruhe, die ich hör.
gute Nacht, Liebes... schlaf...
o-ma-né-o... o-ma-né-o...
o-ma-né-o... o-ma-né-o...
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Philadelphia, USA · späte 1980er bis 1990er Jahre
Musikrichtung 15 von 28
Neo-Soul
Philadelphia, USA
Neo Soul reifte in den späten 1980er- und 1990er-Jahren in afroamerikanischen Gemeinden der USA, und Philadelphia gab dem warmen, handgespielten Groove eine besondere Heimat: in Jam-Sessions, Poetry-Lounges und kleinen Clubs, aus denen Stimmen wie Jill Scott und Musiq Soulchild hervorgingen. Statt maschineller Perfektion sucht dieser Stil das Organische, das Atmende, den Raum zwischen den Schlägen. Bei omaneo begleitet dieser samtige Puls den Moment, in dem man sich Zeit nimmt: eine Tasse, ein Sofa, kein Blick auf die Uhr.
↓ die Lieder
Neo-Soul · Lied 01
A Low and Holy Tune
Fuer dich gemachtdie Hand, die dir den Espresso reicht, sagt mehr als jedes Wort
Still sleeping, love... let me make it for you...
The grinder hums a low and holy tune
while you lie folded in the fading moon
I measure it by heart, the way you like
the warmth of doing this for you tonight
A little water, a little patient time
the kindest ritual I ever made mine
while you lie folded in the fading moon
I measure it by heart, the way you like
the warmth of doing this for you tonight
A little water, a little patient time
the kindest ritual I ever made mine
And every morning is a vow I quietly keep
Made for you, o-ma-né-o
the cup, the steam, the amber glow
your sleepy hands and the love I show
omaneo, this is all I know
the cup, the steam, the amber glow
your sleepy hands and the love I show
omaneo, this is all I know
I carry it so slow across the floor
and you half-smile and I fall in love some more
The crema settles, dark and slow and sweet
like everything about you tastes complete
No grand parade, no words I have to say
just this small warm devotion every day
and you half-smile and I fall in love some more
The crema settles, dark and slow and sweet
like everything about you tastes complete
No grand parade, no words I have to say
just this small warm devotion every day
And every morning is a promise I repeat
Made for you, o-ma-né-o
the cup, the steam, the amber glow
your sleepy hands and the love I show
omaneo, this is all I know
the cup, the steam, the amber glow
your sleepy hands and the love I show
omaneo, this is all I know
Let the whole loud world stay far away
just the grinder and the break of day
Give me your palms still warm from the sheet
and a kiss that makes the coffee sweet
just the grinder and the break of day
Give me your palms still warm from the sheet
and a kiss that makes the coffee sweet
So take your time, the day can slowly start
one cup, one man, one open heart
one cup, one man, one open heart
Made for you, o-ma-né-o
the cup, the steam, the amber glow
your sleepy hands and the love I show
omaneo, this is all I know
the cup, the steam, the amber glow
your sleepy hands and the love I show
omaneo, this is all I know
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... made for you...
the cup, the steam, the amber glow...
the cup, the steam, the amber glow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 02
The Scent Remembers
Duft der Erinnerungein Kringel Crema, und schon bist du wieder da
That scent... it takes me back... every time...
Cinnamon and coffee drifting up the stair
and suddenly it's you again, right there
A winter kitchen and a younger night
your laughter tangled in the candlelight
One breath and all the years just fall away
the scent remembers what I couldn't say
and suddenly it's you again, right there
A winter kitchen and a younger night
your laughter tangled in the candlelight
One breath and all the years just fall away
the scent remembers what I couldn't say
And a single smell can open up the door
Breathe it in, o-ma-né-o
the cinnamon and the coffee glow
every scent's a night I used to know
omaneo, take me where the memories go
the cinnamon and the coffee glow
every scent's a night I used to know
omaneo, take me where the memories go
The wine we spilled, the bread we tore in two
the warmth of skin, the smell of me and you
It lives inside a cup, a curl of steam
a perfume folded deep inside a dream
I close my eyes and it is here once more
your hands, your hair, the coat you always wore
the warmth of skin, the smell of me and you
It lives inside a cup, a curl of steam
a perfume folded deep inside a dream
I close my eyes and it is here once more
your hands, your hair, the coat you always wore
And a single breath can open every door
Breathe it in, o-ma-né-o
the cinnamon and the coffee glow
every scent's a night I used to know
omaneo, take me where the memories go
the cinnamon and the coffee glow
every scent's a night I used to know
omaneo, take me where the memories go
Memory lives in the flavour and the smell
a quiet room I always knew so well
Give me the spice and the dark roast steam
and you come walking back into my dream
a quiet room I always knew so well
Give me the spice and the dark roast steam
and you come walking back into my dream
So let it linger, let it slowly stay
the scent that never really went away
the scent that never really went away
Breathe it in, o-ma-né-o
the cinnamon and the coffee glow
every scent's a night I used to know
omaneo, take me where the memories go
the cinnamon and the coffee glow
every scent's a night I used to know
omaneo, take me where the memories go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... breathe it in...
the cinnamon and the coffee glow...
the cinnamon and the coffee glow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 03
Slow-Cooked Love
Aus Liebe gemachtBohnen, zum Herzen gelegt, wie alles, was wir zusammen kochen
Stir it slow... come stand a little closer...
The garlic sings and the red wine hits the pan
you pass the spoon, I taste it from your hand
Two little coffees waiting by the sink
the evening warmer than we ever think
Your hip against my hip beside the stove
a small warm kitchen and a slow-cooked love
you pass the spoon, I taste it from your hand
Two little coffees waiting by the sink
the evening warmer than we ever think
Your hip against my hip beside the stove
a small warm kitchen and a slow-cooked love
And everything we make, we make it out of this
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the flame, the amber glow
your taste, my hands, and the simmer low
omaneo, let the whole night slow
the wine, the flame, the amber glow
your taste, my hands, and the simmer low
omaneo, let the whole night slow
A pinch of salt, a kiss against my neck
the sauce reducing, nothing's gone to wreck
We steal the tastes and laugh and drink the rest
your cheek still flushed, your head against my chest
The coffee's for the after, dark and sweet
two hungry hearts and something good to eat
the sauce reducing, nothing's gone to wreck
We steal the tastes and laugh and drink the rest
your cheek still flushed, your head against my chest
The coffee's for the after, dark and sweet
two hungry hearts and something good to eat
And everything we are, we are because of this
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the flame, the amber glow
your taste, my hands, and the simmer low
omaneo, let the whole night slow
the wine, the flame, the amber glow
your taste, my hands, and the simmer low
omaneo, let the whole night slow
Let the pan hiss and the candle burn
you feed me slow and I take my turn
Give me the wine and the warmth of the room
your laughing mouth and the good perfume
you feed me slow and I take my turn
Give me the wine and the warmth of the room
your laughing mouth and the good perfume
So let it simmer, let the evening wait
two spoons, one heart, one shared plate
two spoons, one heart, one shared plate
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the flame, the amber glow
your taste, my hands, and the simmer low
omaneo, let the whole night slow
the wine, the flame, the amber glow
your taste, my hands, and the simmer low
omaneo, let the whole night slow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... cook with me...
the wine, the flame, the amber glow...
the wine, the flame, the amber glow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 04
Salt and Sunlight
Sommerlichtgoldener Dampf im Nachmittag, so warm wie deine Haut
Come here... you taste like summer...
Iced coffee sweating on the windowledge
a lazy fan, a peach cut on the edge
Your shoulders golden from the afternoon
the curtains breathing to a slower tune
I kiss the salt and sunlight off your skin
and summer pours its whole warm heart right in
a lazy fan, a peach cut on the edge
Your shoulders golden from the afternoon
the curtains breathing to a slower tune
I kiss the salt and sunlight off your skin
and summer pours its whole warm heart right in
And the season tastes like everything I need
Taste of you, o-ma-né-o
the summer sweat and the coffee slow
your peach-sweet mouth and the afternoon glow
omaneo, don't let the season go
the summer sweat and the coffee slow
your peach-sweet mouth and the afternoon glow
omaneo, don't let the season go
We let the ice melt slow inside the glass
and watch the golden hours softly pass
A touch that lingers longer than it should
your bare warm arm, and everything is good
The wine comes later when the heat goes down
two drowsy lovers in a sunlit town
and watch the golden hours softly pass
A touch that lingers longer than it should
your bare warm arm, and everything is good
The wine comes later when the heat goes down
two drowsy lovers in a sunlit town
And the season tastes like all I'll ever need
Taste of you, o-ma-né-o
the summer sweat and the coffee slow
your peach-sweet mouth and the afternoon glow
omaneo, don't let the season go
the summer sweat and the coffee slow
your peach-sweet mouth and the afternoon glow
omaneo, don't let the season go
Every flavour is a warm July
your sun-kissed skin and the endless sky
Give me the ice and the peach and the heat
your lazy laugh and the coffee sweet
your sun-kissed skin and the endless sky
Give me the ice and the peach and the heat
your lazy laugh and the coffee sweet
So let it linger, let the summer stay
one touch, one taste, one endless day
one touch, one taste, one endless day
Taste of you, o-ma-né-o
the summer sweat and the coffee slow
your peach-sweet mouth and the afternoon glow
omaneo, don't let the season go
the summer sweat and the coffee slow
your peach-sweet mouth and the afternoon glow
omaneo, don't let the season go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... taste of you...
the summer sweat and the coffee slow...
the summer sweat and the coffee slow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 05
Letting the Walls Go
Sich ganz hingebenzwei Tassen fuellen sich langsam, im warmen Halblicht faellt jede Mauer
I'm yours... all of it... take it slow...
I hold nothing back beneath this low warm light
no wall, no armour, nothing left to fight
The coffee cooling as we lose the hours
your breath, my breath, the whole world becomes ours
I give you every quiet thing I keep
the steam, the wine, the promises I speak
no wall, no armour, nothing left to fight
The coffee cooling as we lose the hours
your breath, my breath, the whole world becomes ours
I give you every quiet thing I keep
the steam, the wine, the promises I speak
And I lay it all down, everything I am
I surrender, o-ma-né-o
heart wide open, letting the walls all go
your hands, my chest, and the candle glow
omaneo, take me slow
heart wide open, letting the walls all go
your hands, my chest, and the candle glow
omaneo, take me slow
No holding on, no keeping any part
I hand you slowly all my careful heart
The wine goes warm, the record softly ends
and this is where the guarded feeling bends
I taste the trust like coffee on your lips
and fall into the deep of your slow eclipse
I hand you slowly all my careful heart
The wine goes warm, the record softly ends
and this is where the guarded feeling bends
I taste the trust like coffee on your lips
and fall into the deep of your slow eclipse
And I lay it all down, all I'll ever be
I surrender, o-ma-né-o
heart wide open, letting the walls all go
your hands, my chest, and the candle glow
omaneo, take me slow
heart wide open, letting the walls all go
your hands, my chest, and the candle glow
omaneo, take me slow
Devotion is a warm and open door
a thing I never gave to one before
Give me your weight and give me your name
and I will hand you every burning flame
a thing I never gave to one before
Give me your weight and give me your name
and I will hand you every burning flame
So take it all, there's nothing left to hide
just me, undone, here by your side
just me, undone, here by your side
I surrender, o-ma-né-o
heart wide open, letting the walls all go
your hands, my chest, and the candle glow
omaneo, take me slow
heart wide open, letting the walls all go
your hands, my chest, and the candle glow
omaneo, take me slow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... I surrender...
heart wide open, letting the walls all go...
heart wide open, letting the walls all go...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 06
The Long Way Slow
Nach Mitternachtzwei kleine Espressi und die stille Stadt gehoert nur uns
The city's quiet now... just us... and the lights...
Two little espressos after midnight rings
the neon soft and the whole town sings
Your coat still on, your collar warm and near
no place to be, no morning we should fear
The streets are shining, wet and slow and gold
and you're the only story left untold
the neon soft and the whole town sings
Your coat still on, your collar warm and near
no place to be, no morning we should fear
The streets are shining, wet and slow and gold
and you're the only story left untold
And the night belongs to no one else but us
After midnight, o-ma-né-o
the city hush and the coffee glow
your hand in mine as the taxis go
omaneo, take the long way slow
the city hush and the coffee glow
your hand in mine as the taxis go
omaneo, take the long way slow
We walk the puddles laughing, unafraid
the last two hearts the closing hour made
A doorway kiss, a warm and stolen minute
the whole dark city and the two of us in it
The espresso hums a bittersweet goodnight
but we're not done with all this low warm light
the last two hearts the closing hour made
A doorway kiss, a warm and stolen minute
the whole dark city and the two of us in it
The espresso hums a bittersweet goodnight
but we're not done with all this low warm light
And the night belongs to nobody but us
After midnight, o-ma-né-o
the city hush and the coffee glow
your hand in mine as the taxis go
omaneo, take the long way slow
the city hush and the coffee glow
your hand in mine as the taxis go
omaneo, take the long way slow
Let the streetlamps write us into gold
two warm bodies in the two a.m. cold
Give me the neon and the coffee steam
your midnight laugh and the whole lit dream
two warm bodies in the two a.m. cold
Give me the neon and the coffee steam
your midnight laugh and the whole lit dream
So let the city sleep, we'll stay awake
one more slow cup for the morning's sake
one more slow cup for the morning's sake
After midnight, o-ma-né-o
the city hush and the coffee glow
your hand in mine as the taxis go
omaneo, take the long way slow
the city hush and the coffee glow
your hand in mine as the taxis go
omaneo, take the long way slow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... after midnight...
the city hush and the coffee glow...
the city hush and the coffee glow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 07
Honey on the Tongue
Honig und Cremaein langsamer Morgen im Bett, suess und warm und ganz ohne Uhr
Don't get up... stay in bed... I've got you...
Warm bread and honey and a cup of gold
the sheets still tangled, the morning uncontrolled
A tray between us and your hair a mess
no finer heaven, nothing I love less
The crema kisses honey on the tongue
and we're not done, we're barely even begun
the sheets still tangled, the morning uncontrolled
A tray between us and your hair a mess
no finer heaven, nothing I love less
The crema kisses honey on the tongue
and we're not done, we're barely even begun
And the whole slow morning tastes of you and me
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
the honey, the crema, the amber glow
your lazy kiss and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the morning go
the honey, the crema, the amber glow
your lazy kiss and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the morning go
You steal my toast and I steal back a kiss
there's nothing in the world as sweet as this
The butter melts, the coffee's dark and deep
we make a nest of everything we keep
No clock allowed inside this golden room
just honey, bread, and your soft warm perfume
there's nothing in the world as sweet as this
The butter melts, the coffee's dark and deep
we make a nest of everything we keep
No clock allowed inside this golden room
just honey, bread, and your soft warm perfume
And the whole slow morning tastes of you and me
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
the honey, the crema, the amber glow
your lazy kiss and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the morning go
the honey, the crema, the amber glow
your lazy kiss and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the morning go
Every flavour is a reason to stay
the honey, the dark roast, the break of day
Give me the crumbs and the warmth of the sheet
your sleepy laugh and the coffee sweet
the honey, the dark roast, the break of day
Give me the crumbs and the warmth of the sheet
your sleepy laugh and the coffee sweet
So pull the covers, let the world wait long
two lazy hearts and a honey song
two lazy hearts and a honey song
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
the honey, the crema, the amber glow
your lazy kiss and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the morning go
the honey, the crema, the amber glow
your lazy kiss and the coffee slow
omaneo, let the morning go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... stay in bed...
the honey, the crema, the amber glow...
the honey, the crema, the amber glow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 08
The Taste of Home
Endlich daheimder Kaffee steht warm bereit, wartet auf deine Rückkehr
You're home... finally home... come here...
The key turns slow and the whole room holds its breath
the weeks apart just quiet as a death
I've got the coffee waiting, dark and warm
your coat still damp from some far-away storm
One look and every empty night is gone
you're standing here and the light comes on
the weeks apart just quiet as a death
I've got the coffee waiting, dark and warm
your coat still damp from some far-away storm
One look and every empty night is gone
you're standing here and the light comes on
And the taste of home is standing at my door
Welcome home, o-ma-né-o
the cup, the arms, the amber glow
your tired eyes and the love I owe
omaneo, never let you go
the cup, the arms, the amber glow
your tired eyes and the love I owe
omaneo, never let you go
We don't need words, we've saved them all for this
I learn your face again with one long kiss
The wine can wait, the coffee slowly steams
you're warmer than a hundred lonely dreams
Your hands remember every quiet part
and something clicks back into place inside my heart
I learn your face again with one long kiss
The wine can wait, the coffee slowly steams
you're warmer than a hundred lonely dreams
Your hands remember every quiet part
and something clicks back into place inside my heart
And the taste of home is warm against my door
Welcome home, o-ma-né-o
the cup, the arms, the amber glow
your tired eyes and the love I owe
omaneo, never let you go
the cup, the arms, the amber glow
your tired eyes and the love I owe
omaneo, never let you go
Every mile away just made me sure
there's nothing that I want but this, and more
Give me the weight of you against my chest
the coffee, the quiet, and the rest
there's nothing that I want but this, and more
Give me the weight of you against my chest
the coffee, the quiet, and the rest
So drop your bags, the world can slowly fade
just stay right here in the home we made
just stay right here in the home we made
Welcome home, o-ma-né-o
the cup, the arms, the amber glow
your tired eyes and the love I owe
omaneo, never let you go
the cup, the arms, the amber glow
your tired eyes and the love I owe
omaneo, never let you go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... welcome home...
the cup, the arms, the amber glow...
the cup, the arms, the amber glow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 09
A Quiet Fever
Gestohlene Stundezwei Espressi, ein heimlicher Nachmittag nur für uns
Just for a while... nobody has to know...
A stolen hour in the middle of the day
the blinds half-drawn and the world locked away
An espresso trembling on the little tray
your fingers in my collar, come what may
We steal the minutes like they're ours to keep
a quiet fever, slow and warm and deep
the blinds half-drawn and the world locked away
An espresso trembling on the little tray
your fingers in my collar, come what may
We steal the minutes like they're ours to keep
a quiet fever, slow and warm and deep
And the afternoon is ours and no one else's yet
Stolen slow, o-ma-né-o
the espresso and the afternoon glow
your hidden kiss and the hush we know
omaneo, don't let this moment go
the espresso and the afternoon glow
your hidden kiss and the hush we know
omaneo, don't let this moment go
A phone unanswered and a door held tight
the golden dust just floating in the light
We drink it fast then let the empty cup
sit cold and lonely while we hold each other up
The taste of you is bitter-sweet and rare
a secret hour and your warm dark hair
the golden dust just floating in the light
We drink it fast then let the empty cup
sit cold and lonely while we hold each other up
The taste of you is bitter-sweet and rare
a secret hour and your warm dark hair
And the afternoon is ours and no one owns it yet
Stolen slow, o-ma-né-o
the espresso and the afternoon glow
your hidden kiss and the hush we know
omaneo, don't let this moment go
the espresso and the afternoon glow
your hidden kiss and the hush we know
omaneo, don't let this moment go
Let the clock forget us for a while
your whispered laugh and your secret smile
Give me the espresso and the shuttered room
the stolen hour and your warm perfume
your whispered laugh and your secret smile
Give me the espresso and the shuttered room
the stolen hour and your warm perfume
So bolt the door and let the daylight wait
one stolen hour, one open gate
one stolen hour, one open gate
Stolen slow, o-ma-né-o
the espresso and the afternoon glow
your hidden kiss and the hush we know
omaneo, don't let this moment go
the espresso and the afternoon glow
your hidden kiss and the hush we know
omaneo, don't let this moment go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... stolen slow...
the espresso and the afternoon glow...
the espresso and the afternoon glow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 10
Cold Blue Dawn
Barfuß im Morgengraueneine dampfende Tasse für zwei in der kühlen Frühe
Cold out here... share it with me... come closer...
Barefoot on the balcony at grey first light
the city waking slow beneath the night
One cup between us and one blanket wide
your shoulder tucked forever at my side
The coffee steaming in the cool blue air
and nothing in the world but us out there
the city waking slow beneath the night
One cup between us and one blanket wide
your shoulder tucked forever at my side
The coffee steaming in the cool blue air
and nothing in the world but us out there
And we pass it back and forth, the warmth, the steam
Share the cup, o-ma-né-o
the cold blue dawn and the coffee glow
your warm bare feet on the stone below
omaneo, watch the morning grow
the cold blue dawn and the coffee glow
your warm bare feet on the stone below
omaneo, watch the morning grow
The rooftops blush and the streetlamps softly die
your breath a little cloud against the sky
We don't say much, we don't need many words
just the coffee and the first low waking birds
One blanket, two hearts, and a single cup
the whole slow world just slowly waking up
your breath a little cloud against the sky
We don't say much, we don't need many words
just the coffee and the first low waking birds
One blanket, two hearts, and a single cup
the whole slow world just slowly waking up
And we pass it back and forth, your hand, the steam
Share the cup, o-ma-né-o
the cold blue dawn and the coffee glow
your warm bare feet on the stone below
omaneo, watch the morning grow
the cold blue dawn and the coffee glow
your warm bare feet on the stone below
omaneo, watch the morning grow
Let the sunrise paint us gold and slow
two cold hearts warming in the coffee glow
Give me the blanket and the shared warm cup
your sleepy shoulder as the light comes up
two cold hearts warming in the coffee glow
Give me the blanket and the shared warm cup
your sleepy shoulder as the light comes up
So let us stay till the whole sky turns
the cup, the cold, and the way it burns
the cup, the cold, and the way it burns
Share the cup, o-ma-né-o
the cold blue dawn and the coffee glow
your warm bare feet on the stone below
omaneo, watch the morning grow
the cold blue dawn and the coffee glow
your warm bare feet on the stone below
omaneo, watch the morning grow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... share the cup...
the cold blue dawn and the coffee glow...
the cold blue dawn and the coffee glow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 11
Wine at Noon
Träger Sonntagwarme Hände um die Tasse, während die Stunden verrinnen
Nowhere to be, love... the whole day is ours...
The Sunday sun comes lazy through the blind
no place to go, no hour left to mind
A glass of wine already at the noon
your hand in mine and the record's slow warm tune
The coffee's for the middle of the day
we let the golden hours drift away
no place to go, no hour left to mind
A glass of wine already at the noon
your hand in mine and the record's slow warm tune
The coffee's for the middle of the day
we let the golden hours drift away
And we've got nothing planned but this, and this is everything
Slow Sunday, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the coffee, the amber glow
your lazy touch and the hours slow
omaneo, let the whole day go
the wine, the coffee, the amber glow
your lazy touch and the hours slow
omaneo, let the whole day go
We read a little, kiss a little more
your bare feet up along the sunlit floor
The wine goes warm, the coffee's poured again
no calendar, no where, no way, no when
Just your slow fingers tracing down my arm
the whole soft day a low and lovely charm
your bare feet up along the sunlit floor
The wine goes warm, the coffee's poured again
no calendar, no where, no way, no when
Just your slow fingers tracing down my arm
the whole soft day a low and lovely charm
And we've got nothing planned but us, and that is everything
Slow Sunday, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the coffee, the amber glow
your lazy touch and the hours slow
omaneo, let the whole day go
the wine, the coffee, the amber glow
your lazy touch and the hours slow
omaneo, let the whole day go
Let the afternoon just melt and fade
two lazy lovers and the peace we made
Give me the wine and the slow warm cup
your Sunday smile as the light gives up
two lazy lovers and the peace we made
Give me the wine and the slow warm cup
your Sunday smile as the light gives up
So let it linger, let the whole day stay
one slow Sunday and the wine and the way
one slow Sunday and the wine and the way
Slow Sunday, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the coffee, the amber glow
your lazy touch and the hours slow
omaneo, let the whole day go
the wine, the coffee, the amber glow
your lazy touch and the hours slow
omaneo, let the whole day go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... slow Sunday...
the wine, the coffee, the amber glow...
the wine, the coffee, the amber glow...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 12
Breakfast in the Morning
Frühstück im BettMorgensonne, Blüten und kein Grund, schon aufzustehen
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 13
The Frost Is on the Window
Winterhändeaufsteigender Dampf wärmt kalte Finger am Winterabend
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Neo-Soul · Lied 14
And Rest
Der letzte Schluckstill und fast vergangen, ehe der Abend uns einschlafen lässt
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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London / Soho, Großbritannien · Mitte der 1950er Jahre
Musikrichtung 16 von 28
Pop
London / Soho, Großbritannien
Der Begriff Pop entstand Mitte der 1950er-Jahre in Großbritannien als Name für die neue, jugendliche Musik jener Zeit; parallel formte er sich in den USA und im Vereinigten Königreich zum eigenen Genre. In den Espresso-Bars von Londons Soho, wo die junge Nachkriegsgeneration zwischen Kaffeemaschine und Musikbox zusammenfand, wurde die Café-Theke tatsächlich zur Bühne dieser Bewegung. Diese Verbindung von Kaffee und heller, eingängiger Melodie trägt omaneo bis heute in sich: unkompliziert, sofort zugänglich, für alle gemacht.
↓ die Lieder
Pop · Lied 01
The Morning on My Tongue
Der erste SchluckWenn das erste Licht die Tasse wärmt.
Mmm... good morning, love...
the light is coming up slow
the light is coming up slow
The curtains catch the sunrise, the coffee starts to pour,
you're still half in a dream, love, your arm across the floor.
I take the first sip careful, the morning on my tongue,
but nothing's ever sweeter than watching you wake up.
you're still half in a dream, love, your arm across the floor.
I take the first sip careful, the morning on my tongue,
but nothing's ever sweeter than watching you wake up.
No rush and no alarm, love,
just the kettle and the calm...
just the kettle and the calm...
O-ma-né-o, warm as first light falling,
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning softly calling,
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning softly calling,
omaneo, and you are there.
Your skin still holds the nighttime, the mug between my hands,
and this is all the heaven that a quiet heart demands.
and this is all the heaven that a quiet heart demands.
O-ma-né-o, warm as first light falling,
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning softly calling,
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning softly calling,
omaneo, and you are there.
Stay a while... the day can wait...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 02
You're My Last Light
DämmerstundeWarmes Glühen, wenn der Tag sich neigt.
The light is going low...
come sit with me...
come sit with me...
Two glasses on the balcony, the sky in shades of wine,
the city dimming softly as your hand slips into mine.
We've said the day's important things, so now we let them go,
and watch the evening pour itself the way the good things flow.
the city dimming softly as your hand slips into mine.
We've said the day's important things, so now we let them go,
and watch the evening pour itself the way the good things flow.
One more slow horizon,
let the color stay...
let the color stay...
O-ma-né-o, sweet as dusk descending,
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
The coffee waits for morning, the wine belongs to now,
and you're the only skyline I ever need somehow.
and you're the only skyline I ever need somehow.
O-ma-né-o, sweet as dusk descending,
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
One more glass... one more sky...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 03
A Sweet Returning
Duft der ErinnerungEin Aroma öffnet längst verschlossene Türen.
That smell... it takes me right back...
Fresh coffee and a rainstorm, a record we once played,
and suddenly it's that year and none of it has faded.
A scent can open old doors that time had locked away,
the kitchen and the laughter and the things we didn't say.
and suddenly it's that year and none of it has faded.
A scent can open old doors that time had locked away,
the kitchen and the laughter and the things we didn't say.
Close my eyes and drift there,
on the rising steam...
on the rising steam...
O-ma-né-o, memory in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
The cup is just a vessel until it carries you,
then every ordinary hour tastes of something true.
then every ordinary hour tastes of something true.
O-ma-né-o, memory in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
Come back... just for a breath...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 04
Don't Move Your Hand
Über den TischZwei Tassen, eine stille, warme Nähe.
Reach for me... just a little closer...
The restaurant is emptying, the last few lights come down,
two cups have long gone cold now but neither wants the town.
Your hand moves toward my hand, love, across the tablecloth,
and all the noise around us just quietly gives it off.
two cups have long gone cold now but neither wants the town.
Your hand moves toward my hand, love, across the tablecloth,
and all the noise around us just quietly gives it off.
Don't say another word now,
let your fingers stay...
let your fingers stay...
O-ma-né-o, softer than the candle,
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
They're stacking up the chairs now, the street begins to yawn,
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
O-ma-né-o, softer than the candle,
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
Stay... don't move your hand...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 05
Dark and Slow and Glowing
Dunkle SüßeBitter zuerst, dann Wärme, die bleibt.
Come here... let me taste the night on you...
Bitter on the first touch, then sweetness rolling in,
dark chocolate and espresso and the warmth beneath your skin.
The candle's almost over, the record turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the one a breath ago.
dark chocolate and espresso and the warmth beneath your skin.
The candle's almost over, the record turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the one a breath ago.
Slow it down, my darling,
let it melt away...
let it melt away...
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and glowing,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my lips.
Every little kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my lips.
Every little kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
The cup sits half-forgotten, still warm upon the shelf,
but I have sweeter reasons to lose track of myself.
but I have sweeter reasons to lose track of myself.
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and glowing,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my lips.
Every little kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my lips.
Every little kiss the whole world slowing,
omaneo, in fingertips.
One more... slow... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 06
A Kitchen Made for Two
Ganz nahWarme Crema, zum Greifen nah.
Hand me the wine, love... come stand a little closer...
Onions in the skillet, a melody in the air,
you steal a sip of red wine and shake it in your hair.
The coffee's for the after, the sauce is almost done,
but right now it's the nearness and the two of us as one.
you steal a sip of red wine and shake it in your hair.
The coffee's for the after, the sauce is almost done,
but right now it's the nearness and the two of us as one.
Taste it off the wooden spoon,
tell me if it's right...
tell me if it's right...
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
We burn a little something, we laugh and start anew,
and this is all I dreamed of, a kitchen made for two.
and this is all I dreamed of, a kitchen made for two.
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
One more taste... one more stir...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 07
We Are Staying In
Drinnen geborgenDraußen Regen, drinnen warmes Licht.
Listen... it's raining... come closer to the warm...
The glass is full of water, the world outside is grey,
but in here it is golden and you have chosen to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can keep the evening, we've got the warmth within.
but in here it is golden and you have chosen to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can keep the evening, we've got the warmth within.
Let it fall out there, love,
we are staying in...
we are staying in...
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
The kettle hums its little tune, the record softly turns,
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet that we've earned.
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet that we've earned.
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
Stay in... stay warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 08
I Make Your Coffee
Für dich gemachtMilch trifft Espresso – ein Morgen aus Fürsorge.
Stay in bed, love... let me do this for you...
I know the way you like it, a little sweet, not strong,
I've learned it like a chorus I've been humming all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art,
I make your coffee, darling, the way I keep your heart.
I've learned it like a chorus I've been humming all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art,
I make your coffee, darling, the way I keep your heart.
Steam is rising slowly,
morning on its way...
morning on its way...
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
It isn't just a habit, it's how I say I stay,
the smallest kind of promise I bring you every day.
the smallest kind of promise I bring you every day.
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
Here you are... just how you like it...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 09
You Are My Spark
Warm in den HändenZwei Hände, eine Tasse – ganz nah beieinander.
No music needed... just come here...
The dishes can wait for us, the light above is low,
I take your hand and pull you close and slowly off we go.
Barefoot on the cool tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
I take your hand and pull you close and slowly off we go.
Barefoot on the cool tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
One step and then another,
nowhere else to be...
nowhere else to be...
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
The fridge is softly humming, the clock forgets the time,
and this is how I love you, off the beat, outside of time.
and this is how I love you, off the beat, outside of time.
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
One more song... one more sway...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 10
Süß wie dieser Sommer
Goldener SommerWarmes Licht, warme Crema – Sommer im Glas.
Komm... der Sommer liegt auf deiner Haut...
Eiskaffee am Nachmittag, die Zeit steht einfach still,
dein Schulter in der Sonne, und ich weiß genau, was ich will.
Ein Kuss schmeckt nach dem Sommer, nach Kaffee und nach Salz,
der Tag wird endlos lange, wenn du ihn füllst mit allem.
dein Schulter in der Sonne, und ich weiß genau, was ich will.
Ein Kuss schmeckt nach dem Sommer, nach Kaffee und nach Salz,
der Tag wird endlos lange, wenn du ihn füllst mit allem.
Ganz langsam, meine Liebe,
lass die Sonne stehn...
lass die Sonne stehn...
O-ma-né-o, süß wie dieser Sommer,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
Der Sand, das offne Fenster, der Kaffee längst schon kalt,
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein leiser Aufenthalt.
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein leiser Aufenthalt.
O-ma-né-o, süß wie dieser Sommer,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
Bleib noch... ein Sommer mehr...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 11
Nothing Left to Hide
Ganz und garBis auf den letzten Tropfen – alles hingegeben.
Take it... take all of it... it was always yours...
I never gave it easy, but you undid the lock,
you poured into my quiet like the sunrise down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin,
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
you poured into my quiet like the sunrise down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin,
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
No holding back this time now,
nothing left to hide...
nothing left to hide...
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
So pour me out completely, I've nothing left to keep,
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
All of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 12
Don't Let Me Go
Fauler MorgenDampfender Kaffee im weichen Morgenlicht.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 13
The Steam Is Rising Slowly
Stille StundeWarme Tasse, ein Buch – der Abend darf bleiben.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Pop · Lied 14
Your Head Against My Chest
Der letzte SchluckEin warmer Rest, dann Ruhe – gute Nacht.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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South Bronx, New York City, USA · frühe 1970er Jahre
Musikrichtung 17 von 28
Rap
South Bronx, New York City, USA
Rap und die HipHop-Kultur entstanden in den frühen 1970er-Jahren in der South Bronx von New York City, geboren aus Blockpartys, an denen DJs die Rhythmen verlängerten und Sprechgesang die Menge trug. Aus knappen Mitteln wurde eine ganze Sprache: Beat, Reim, Haltung, Gemeinschaft auf der Straße. Bei omaneo steht dieser wache, treibende Puls für den Espresso, der den Tag anschiebt: direkt, kraftvoll, mit klarer Kante.
↓ die Lieder
Rap · Lied 01
Keep the Quiet Holy
First CupDie Hand greift nach der ersten Tasse am Morgen.
Mmm... good morning, love...
Sunlight through the blinds, girl, the kettle startin' low,
you still wrapped in the cover with your arm across the pillow.
I move slow through the kitchen, tryna keep the quiet holy,
grind it fine, let it bloom, watch the steam get slow and lowly.
First sip hit my tongue but the sweeter thing I'm sippin'
is the way you stretch and smile 'fore your eyelids even open.
you still wrapped in the cover with your arm across the pillow.
I move slow through the kitchen, tryna keep the quiet holy,
grind it fine, let it bloom, watch the steam get slow and lowly.
First sip hit my tongue but the sweeter thing I'm sippin'
is the way you stretch and smile 'fore your eyelids even open.
O-ma-né-o, warm as morning callin',
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little sunrise softly fallin',
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little sunrise softly fallin',
omaneo, and you are there.
No alarm, no rushin', just the mug between my hands,
you reachin' for the warm and I give you all I am,
this the kinda mornin' that a quiet heart demands.
you reachin' for the warm and I give you all I am,
this the kinda mornin' that a quiet heart demands.
O-ma-né-o, warm as morning callin',
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little sunrise softly fallin',
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little sunrise softly fallin',
omaneo, and you are there.
Stay a while, love... the day can wait...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 02
Where the Weight Unwinds
Zwei GläserZwei Gläser, warm und zur selben Zeit gefüllt.
The light is goin' low... come closer...
Two glasses on the table and the red like evening sky,
candle throwin' shadows as the slow hours wander by.
We ain't need too many words now, the wine say what it mean,
your hand across the linen, softest thing I ever seen.
Day was long and heavy so we let the weight unwind,
just the sip and just the silence and the meetin' of two minds.
candle throwin' shadows as the slow hours wander by.
We ain't need too many words now, the wine say what it mean,
your hand across the linen, softest thing I ever seen.
Day was long and heavy so we let the weight unwind,
just the sip and just the silence and the meetin' of two minds.
O-ma-né-o, sweet as evening pourin',
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adorin',
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adorin',
omaneo, in fingertips.
The coffee for the mornin', the wine is for the now,
you the only reason that I ever slow it down somehow.
you the only reason that I ever slow it down somehow.
O-ma-né-o, sweet as evening pourin',
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adorin',
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adorin',
omaneo, in fingertips.
One more glass... one more hour...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 03
Memory, a Time Machine
Der DuftEine Tasse zwischen frisch gerösteten Bohnen, ein Aroma voller Erinnerung.
That smell... it take me back...
Roasted beans and cinnamon, a doorway in the rain,
and just like that I'm younger and you here with me again.
A scent can hold a whole year, a summer in a breath,
the kitchen where you kissed me, all the things we never said.
Memory a time machine, it don't need no permission,
it just open up the old door and it put me in position.
and just like that I'm younger and you here with me again.
A scent can hold a whole year, a summer in a breath,
the kitchen where you kissed me, all the things we never said.
Memory a time machine, it don't need no permission,
it just open up the old door and it put me in position.
O-ma-né-o, memory in the pourin',
o-ma-né-o, risin' like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restorin',
omaneo, inside the dream.
o-ma-né-o, risin' like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restorin',
omaneo, inside the dream.
The cup just a cup, love, until it carry you,
then every quiet mornin' taste of somethin' old and true.
then every quiet mornin' taste of somethin' old and true.
O-ma-né-o, memory in the pourin',
o-ma-né-o, risin' like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restorin',
omaneo, inside the dream.
o-ma-né-o, risin' like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restorin',
omaneo, inside the dream.
Come back to me... just for a breath...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 04
Hush Before the Rain
Über den TischAufsteigender Dampf im warmen Morgenlicht am Tisch.
Reach for me... just a little closer...
Café almost empty, last light on the floor,
two cups gone cold between us but nobody want the door.
Your hand slide toward my hand across the coffee stain,
everything get quiet like the hush before the rain.
Ain't gotta say a word, girl, just let your fingers stay,
some things too soft for talkin', let the touch just have its way.
two cups gone cold between us but nobody want the door.
Your hand slide toward my hand across the coffee stain,
everything get quiet like the hush before the rain.
Ain't gotta say a word, girl, just let your fingers stay,
some things too soft for talkin', let the touch just have its way.
O-ma-né-o, softer than the silence,
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
The waiter dim the lantern, the city start to yawn,
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
O-ma-né-o, softer than the silence,
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
Stay... don't move your hand...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 05
Bitter, Then the Sweet
Dunkle SchokoladeEin dunkler Espresso fliesst langsam und tief in die Tasse.
Come here... let me taste the night on you...
Bitter on the first touch, then the sweet up under that,
dark chocolate and espresso and the promise where you at.
Candle almost over, record turnin' slow and low,
every kiss a little deeper than the last one, don't let go.
Slow it down, my darlin', let it melt like it should,
ain't no rush in this room, girl, everything is good.
dark chocolate and espresso and the promise where you at.
Candle almost over, record turnin' slow and low,
every kiss a little deeper than the last one, don't let go.
Slow it down, my darlin', let it melt like it should,
ain't no rush in this room, girl, everything is good.
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and burnin',
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turnin',
omaneo, forever young.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turnin',
omaneo, forever young.
The cup on the nightstand, still warm and half undrunk,
but I got sweeter reasons to stay right where I've sunk.
but I got sweeter reasons to stay right where I've sunk.
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and burnin',
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turnin',
omaneo, forever young.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turnin',
omaneo, forever young.
One more... slow... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 06
Bumpin' Into You
Langsam daheimEin hohes Glas, ein aufgeschlagenes Buch, ganz ohne Eile.
Hand me the wine, love... come stand a little closer...
Garlic in the skillet and a little music low,
you steal a sip of red wine, dancin' barefoot, movin' slow.
Coffee for the after, got the pot on ready to brew,
but right now it's the stirrin' and the bumpin' into you.
Taste it off the spoon, girl, tell me is it right,
we make a mess and laugh about it, every single night.
you steal a sip of red wine, dancin' barefoot, movin' slow.
Coffee for the after, got the pot on ready to brew,
but right now it's the stirrin' and the bumpin' into you.
Taste it off the spoon, girl, tell me is it right,
we make a mess and laugh about it, every single night.
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
We burn a little somethin', laugh and start it up again,
and this is all I wanted, just a kitchen and my friend.
and this is all I wanted, just a kitchen and my friend.
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
One more taste... one more turn...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 07
The Storm Can Have the Evening
Regen und HautDraussen Regen am Fenster, drinnen eine warme Tasse.
Listen... it's rainin'... come closer to the warm...
Window full of water and the world outside is grey,
but in here it's all golden and you here to stay.
Two mugs of somethin' steamin', a blanket and your skin,
the storm can have the evening, we got the warmth within.
Let it fall out there, love, we ain't goin' out,
the whole world can keep knockin', we don't hear it, no doubt.
but in here it's all golden and you here to stay.
Two mugs of somethin' steamin', a blanket and your skin,
the storm can have the evening, we got the warmth within.
Let it fall out there, love, we ain't goin' out,
the whole world can keep knockin', we don't hear it, no doubt.
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
The kettle sing its little song, the record softly spin,
somewhere inside the thunder is where the calm begin.
somewhere inside the thunder is where the calm begin.
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
Stay in... stay warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 08
Small and Daily Art
Das RitualFür dich gemacht, Schluck für Schluck.
Stay in bed, love... let me do this for you...
I know the way you like it, little sweet and never strong,
learned it like a love song I been hummin' all along.
The grinder and the kettle, small and daily art,
I make your coffee, darlin', same way I hold your heart.
Steam is risin' slow now, mornin' on its way,
this the little ritual that I give you every day.
learned it like a love song I been hummin' all along.
The grinder and the kettle, small and daily art,
I make your coffee, darlin', same way I hold your heart.
Steam is risin' slow now, mornin' on its way,
this the little ritual that I give you every day.
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
It ain't just a habit, it's how I say I stay,
the smallest kind of promise, and I mean it every way.
the smallest kind of promise, and I mean it every way.
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
Here you are... just how you like it...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 09
Off the Beat
Zu zweitZwei Tassen, ein langsamer Takt.
No music needed... just come here...
Dishes they can wait for us, the light above is low,
I take your hand and pull you close and slow we start to go.
Barefoot on the cold tile, the coffee gettin' cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
One step and then another, nowhere else to be,
just the hum of the refrigerator keepin' time with me.
I take your hand and pull you close and slow we start to go.
Barefoot on the cold tile, the coffee gettin' cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
One step and then another, nowhere else to be,
just the hum of the refrigerator keepin' time with me.
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
The clock forget the hour, the night forget the day,
and this is how I love you, off the beat, my own way.
and this is how I love you, off the beat, my own way.
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
One more song... one more sway...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 10
El Verano en Tu Piel
VeranoKühler Schluck, warme Haut.
Ven... el verano está en tu piel...
Café con hielo lento y la tarde sin final,
tu hombro con el oro del sol, la sal y nada más.
Un beso sabe a mango, a café y a calor,
el día se hace largo cuando lo llenas de amor.
Despacio, mi vida, que no acabe el sol,
cada instante a tu lado tiene su propio color.
tu hombro con el oro del sol, la sal y nada más.
Un beso sabe a mango, a café y a calor,
el día se hace largo cuando lo llenas de amor.
Despacio, mi vida, que no acabe el sol,
cada instante a tu lado tiene su propio color.
O-ma-né-o, dulce como el verano,
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
La arena y la ventana, el café ya sin calor,
pero tú sigues ardiendo, mi pequeño resplandor.
pero tú sigues ardiendo, mi pequeño resplandor.
O-ma-né-o, dulce como el verano,
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
Quédate... un verano más...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 11
You Undid the Lock
Ganz und garJeder Tropfen, restlos gegeben.
Take it... take all of it... it was always yours...
I ain't the type to give in, but you undid the lock,
you poured into my quiet like the mornin' down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin,
they all was only doorways that was lettin' you come in.
No holdin' back this time now, nothin' left to hide,
I'm layin' all my cards down and I'm openin' up wide.
you poured into my quiet like the mornin' down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin,
they all was only doorways that was lettin' you come in.
No holdin' back this time now, nothin' left to hide,
I'm layin' all my cards down and I'm openin' up wide.
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
So pour me out completely, I got nothin' left to keep,
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
All of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 12
Crumbs Across the Blanket
Fauler MorgenSonnenlicht, Krümel, kein Aufstehen.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 13
Winter's Just an Excuse
WinterhändeWärme, die durch kalte Finger zieht.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Rap · Lied 14
A Quiet I Can Keep
Letzter SchluckEin warmer Rest, dann Ruhe.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Kingston, Jamaika · späte 1960er Jahre
Musikrichtung 18 von 28
Reggae
Kingston, Jamaika
Reggae entstand Ende der 1960er-Jahre in Kingston, Jamaika, aus Ska und Rocksteady, mit seinem charakteristischen Off-Beat, der die Zeit federnd dehnt. Dieselbe Insel, deren Blue Mountains einen der geschätztesten Kaffees der Welt hervorbringen, verbindet so Gelassenheit und Genuss auf natürliche Weise. Bei omaneo passt dieser entspannte Groove zum langen, warmen Nachmittag, an dem eine Tasse einfach nur gut schmecken darf.
↓ die Lieder
Reggae · Lied 01
Steam Rising Slow
Der erste SchluckMorgenlicht am Fenster, ein Herz im Schaum.
Mmm... good morning, love...
steam is rising slow
steam is rising slow
Sunlight on the pillow, coffee on the stove,
your skin still warm beside me, the whole day letting go.
I pour it slow and careful, the first sip on my tongue —
but the sweeter taste is you, love, before the day's begun.
your skin still warm beside me, the whole day letting go.
I pour it slow and careful, the first sip on my tongue —
but the sweeter taste is you, love, before the day's begun.
No hurry and no rushing,
just the kettle and your breath...
just the kettle and your breath...
O-ma-né-o, whisper it like morning,
o-ma-né-o, warm against my chest.
Every little sip a slow adoring,
omaneo, my love, my rest.
o-ma-né-o, warm against my chest.
Every little sip a slow adoring,
omaneo, my love, my rest.
Your fingers on my collarbone, the mug between us two,
the bitter and the honey, the morning tastes like you.
the bitter and the honey, the morning tastes like you.
O-ma-né-o, whisper it like morning,
o-ma-né-o, warm against my chest.
Every little sip a slow adoring,
omaneo, my love, my rest.
o-ma-né-o, warm against my chest.
Every little sip a slow adoring,
omaneo, my love, my rest.
Stay a little longer... let the coffee wait...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 02
Let the Dusk Decide
DämmerstundeEin dunkles Glas im letzten Abendlicht.
The light is going low...
come closer...
come closer...
Two glasses on the table, the red like evening sky,
the candle bending shadows as the hours wander by.
We don't need many words now, the wine says what it means —
your hand across the linen, the softest thing I've seen.
the candle bending shadows as the hours wander by.
We don't need many words now, the wine says what it means —
your hand across the linen, the softest thing I've seen.
Pour a little slower,
let the dusk decide...
let the dusk decide...
O-ma-né-o, sweet as evening pouring,
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adoring,
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adoring,
omaneo, in fingertips.
The coffee's for the morning, the wine is for right now,
and you're the only reason that I ever slow down.
and you're the only reason that I ever slow down.
O-ma-né-o, sweet as evening pouring,
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adoring,
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adoring,
omaneo, in fingertips.
One more glass... one more hour...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 03
Summer in a Breath
Der Duft erinnertAufsteigender Dampf weckt eine alte Erinnerung.
That smell... it takes me back...
Roasted beans and cinnamon, a doorway in the rain,
and suddenly I'm younger, and you are here again.
A scent can hold a whole year, a summer in a breath —
the kitchen where you kissed me, the things we never said.
and suddenly I'm younger, and you are here again.
A scent can hold a whole year, a summer in a breath —
the kitchen where you kissed me, the things we never said.
Close my eyes and follow
where the warm air goes...
where the warm air goes...
O-ma-né-o, memory in the pouring,
o-ma-né-o, rising like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restoring,
omaneo, inside the dream.
o-ma-né-o, rising like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restoring,
omaneo, inside the dream.
The cup is just a cup, love, until it carries you —
then every quiet morning tastes of something old and true.
then every quiet morning tastes of something old and true.
O-ma-né-o, memory in the pouring,
o-ma-né-o, rising like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restoring,
omaneo, inside the dream.
o-ma-né-o, rising like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restoring,
omaneo, inside the dream.
Come back to me... just for a breath...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 04
Softer Than the Silence
Über den TischEin Café am Abend, fast nur für uns zwei.
Reach for me... just a little closer...
The café's almost empty, the last light on the floor,
two cups gone cold between us but neither wants the door.
Your hand slides toward my hand, love, across the coffee stain,
and everything gets quiet like the hush before the rain.
two cups gone cold between us but neither wants the door.
Your hand slides toward my hand, love, across the coffee stain,
and everything gets quiet like the hush before the rain.
Don't say a single word now,
just let your fingers stay...
just let your fingers stay...
O-ma-né-o, softer than the silence,
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
The waiter dims the lantern, the city starts to yawn,
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
O-ma-né-o, softer than the silence,
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
Stay... don't move your hand...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 05
Cocoa on My Tongue
Dunkel und süßTiefer Espresso wie ein langsamer Kuss.
Come here... let me taste the night on you...
Bitter on the first touch, then the sweetness underneath,
dark chocolate and espresso, and the promise in your teeth.
The candle's almost over, the record's turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the last one, don't let go.
dark chocolate and espresso, and the promise in your teeth.
The candle's almost over, the record's turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the last one, don't let go.
Slow it down, my darling,
let it melt away...
let it melt away...
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and burning,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
The cup is on the nightstand, still warm and half undrunk,
but I've got sweeter reasons to stay right where I've sunk.
but I've got sweeter reasons to stay right where I've sunk.
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and burning,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
One more... slow... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 06
Simmer of the Evening
Langsam zu zweitFrisch gebrüht, während der Abend leise köchelt.
Hand me the wine, love... come stand a little closer...
Garlic in the skillet, some music low and sweet,
you steal a sip of red wine and dance on kitchen feet.
The coffee's for the after, the pot is on to brew,
but right now it's the stirring and the bumping into you.
you steal a sip of red wine and dance on kitchen feet.
The coffee's for the after, the pot is on to brew,
but right now it's the stirring and the bumping into you.
Taste it off the spoon now,
tell me if it's right...
tell me if it's right...
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
We burn a little something, we laugh and start again,
and this is all I wanted, a kitchen and a friend.
and this is all I wanted, a kitchen and a friend.
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
One more taste... one more turn...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 07
Warmer Than the Weather
Regen und WärmeDraußen Regen, drinnen eine warme Crema.
Listen... it's raining... come closer to the warm...
The window's full of water, the world outside is grey,
but in here it is golden and you are here to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can have the evening, we've got the warmth within.
but in here it is golden and you are here to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can have the evening, we've got the warmth within.
Let it fall out there, love,
we are not going out...
we are not going out...
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
The kettle sings its little song, the record softly spins,
and somewhere in the thunder is where the calm begins.
and somewhere in the thunder is where the calm begins.
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
Stay in... stay warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 08
My Quiet Pride
Für dich gebrühtDer Dampf steigt langsam auf – dein Kaffee, mit aller Sorgfalt bereitet.
Stay in bed, love... let me do this for you...
I know the way you like it, a little sweet, not strong,
I've learned it like a love song I've been singing all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art —
I make your coffee, darling, the way I hold your heart.
I've learned it like a love song I've been singing all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art —
I make your coffee, darling, the way I hold your heart.
Steam is rising slowly,
morning's on its way...
morning's on its way...
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
It isn't just a habit, it's how I say I stay,
the smallest kind of promise I make you every day.
the smallest kind of promise I make you every day.
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
Here you are... just how you like it...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 09
Humming in the Dark
Warmer AugenblickEin Espresso auf weichem Leder – ruhig, elegant, ganz nah.
No music needed... just come here...
The dishes can wait for us, the light above is low,
I take your hand and pull you close and we begin to go.
Barefoot on the cold tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
I take your hand and pull you close and we begin to go.
Barefoot on the cold tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
One step and then another,
nowhere else to be...
nowhere else to be...
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
The fridge is softly humming, the clock forgets the time,
and this is how I love you, in three-four, out of rhyme.
and this is how I love you, in three-four, out of rhyme.
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
One more song... one more sway...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 10
Sabe a Miel
Sommer im DuftWarme, goldene Bohnen – der Geschmack eines langen Sommernachmittags.
Ven... el verano está en tu piel...
Café con hielo lento, la tarde sin final,
tu hombro con el sol de oro, la sal y nada más.
Un beso sabe a mango, a café y a calor,
el día se hace largo cuando lo llenas de amor.
tu hombro con el sol de oro, la sal y nada más.
Un beso sabe a mango, a café y a calor,
el día se hace largo cuando lo llenas de amor.
Despacio, mi vida,
que no acabe el sol...
que no acabe el sol...
O-ma-né-o, dulce como el verano,
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
La arena y la ventana, el café ya sin calor,
pero tú sigues ardiendo, mi pequeño resplandor.
pero tú sigues ardiendo, mi pequeño resplandor.
O-ma-né-o, dulce como el verano,
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
Quédate... un verano más...
omaneo...
omaneo...
no tengas prisa, mi amor,
que no se apague el sol,
cada sorbo a tu lado
tiene su propio calor...
que no se apague el sol,
cada sorbo a tu lado
tiene su propio calor...
O-ma-né-o... dulce como el verano,
o-ma-né-o... cálido en la piel,
cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
o-ma-né-o... cálido en la piel,
cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
quédate... un verano más...
quédate un poco más, mi amor...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... sabe a miel...
quédate un poco más, mi amor...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... sabe a miel...
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Reggae · Lied 11
Every Drop Is True
Ganz und garIm warmen Seitenlicht – hingegeben bis zum letzten Tropfen.
Take it... take all of it... it was always yours...
I'm not the type to give in, but you undid the lock,
you poured into my quiet like the morning down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin —
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
you poured into my quiet like the morning down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin —
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
No holding back this time now,
nothing left to hide...
nothing left to hide...
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I have living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I have living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
So pour me out completely, I've nothing left to keep,
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I have living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I have living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
All of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 12
Sweet and Warm and Slow
Fauler MorgenWeicher Schaum, sanftes Licht – ein Morgen, der sich Zeit lässt.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 13
Warm Against the Winter
WinterwärmeEine dampfende Tasse im Dunkeln – Geborgenheit an kalten Abenden.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Reggae · Lied 14
Quiet as the Ending
Letzter SchluckDie Tasse in beiden Händen – Ruhe und Nähe vor dem Einschlafen.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Afroamerikanische Großstädte der USA (New York u. a.) · 1940er Jahre
Musikrichtung 19 von 28
R&B
Afroamerikanische Großstädte der USA (New York u. a.)
Rhythm and Blues entstand in den 1940er-Jahren in afroamerikanischen Gemeinden der USA; der Begriff wurde 1947 von Jerry Wexler geprägt. Er ist ein Kind der Wanderung aus dem Süden in die großen Städte des Nordens und der Küsten, wo Blues, Gospel und Jazz zu einem satten Backbeat verschmolzen. Bei omaneo trägt dieser warme, tragende Groove die Stimmung eines Milchkaffees am späten Vormittag: rund, herzlich, voller Seele.
↓ die Lieder
R&B · Lied 01
Morning Tastes Like You
First CupDer erste Schluck am Morgen – ein Herz in der Crema, warm und langsam.
Mmm... good morning, love...
Sunlight on the pillow, the coffee startin' low,
you still wrapped up in the morning with your arm across the throw.
I pour it slow and careful, the first sip on my tongue,
but the sweeter taste is watching how you wake up in the sun.
you still wrapped up in the morning with your arm across the throw.
I pour it slow and careful, the first sip on my tongue,
but the sweeter taste is watching how you wake up in the sun.
No hurry and no rushin',
just the kettle and your breath...
just the kettle and your breath...
O-ma-né-o, warm as morning callin',
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little sunrise softly fallin',
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little sunrise softly fallin',
omaneo, and you are there.
Your fingers on my collarbone, the mug between us two,
the bitter and the honey, and the morning tastes like you.
the bitter and the honey, and the morning tastes like you.
O-ma-né-o, warm as morning callin',
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little sunrise softly fallin',
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little sunrise softly fallin',
omaneo, and you are there.
Stay a while... the day can wait...
omaneo... ooh, omaneo...
omaneo... ooh, omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 02
The Wine Says What It Means
Two GlassesEine Hand greift nach der Tasse – Dämmerung, Nähe, gedämpftes Licht.
The light is going low... come closer...
Two glasses on the table, the red like evening sky,
the candle bending shadows as the slow hours drift on by.
We don't need many words now, the wine says what it means,
your hand across the linen, the softest thing I've seen.
the candle bending shadows as the slow hours drift on by.
We don't need many words now, the wine says what it means,
your hand across the linen, the softest thing I've seen.
Pour a little slower,
let the dusk decide...
let the dusk decide...
O-ma-né-o, sweet as evening pourin',
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adorin',
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adorin',
omaneo, in fingertips.
The coffee's for the morning, the wine is for right now,
and you're the only reason that I ever slow down.
and you're the only reason that I ever slow down.
O-ma-né-o, sweet as evening pourin',
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adorin',
omaneo, in fingertips.
o-ma-né-o, warm upon my lips.
Every little sip the night adorin',
omaneo, in fingertips.
One more glass... one more hour...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 03
Something Old and True
The ScentEin Duft steigt aus der Crema auf und bringt eine ganze Erinnerung zurück.
That smell... it takes me back...
Roasted beans and cinnamon, a doorway in the rain,
and suddenly I'm younger, and you are here again.
A scent can hold a whole year, a summer in a breath,
the kitchen where you kissed me, all the things we never said.
and suddenly I'm younger, and you are here again.
A scent can hold a whole year, a summer in a breath,
the kitchen where you kissed me, all the things we never said.
Close my eyes and follow
where the warm air goes...
where the warm air goes...
O-ma-né-o, memory in the pourin',
o-ma-né-o, rising like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restorin',
omaneo, inside the dream.
o-ma-né-o, rising like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restorin',
omaneo, inside the dream.
The cup is just a cup, love, until it carries you,
then every quiet morning tastes of something old and true.
then every quiet morning tastes of something old and true.
O-ma-né-o, memory in the pourin',
o-ma-né-o, rising like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restorin',
omaneo, inside the dream.
o-ma-né-o, rising like the steam.
Every little scent a soft restorin',
omaneo, inside the dream.
Come back to me... just for a breath...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 04
Let Your Fingers Stay
Across the TableWarme Bohnen, dicht beieinander – Hände, die sich über dem Tisch finden.
Reach for me... just a little closer...
The café's almost empty, the last light on the floor,
two cups gone cold between us but neither wants the door.
Your hand slides toward my hand, love, across the coffee stain,
and everything gets quiet like the hush before the rain.
two cups gone cold between us but neither wants the door.
Your hand slides toward my hand, love, across the coffee stain,
and everything gets quiet like the hush before the rain.
Don't say a single word now,
just let your fingers stay...
just let your fingers stay...
O-ma-né-o, softer than the silence,
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
The waiter dims the lantern, the city starts to yawn,
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
O-ma-né-o, softer than the silence,
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, warm against my skin.
Every little touch a gentle guidance,
omaneo, come let me in.
Stay... don't move your hand...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 05
The Promise in Your Teeth
Dark ChocolateDunkel, langsam, glühend – ein Kuss wie dunkle Schokolade und Espresso.
Come here... let me taste the night on you...
Bitter on the first touch, then the sweetness underneath,
dark chocolate and espresso, and the promise in your teeth.
The candle's almost over, the record's turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the last one, don't let go.
dark chocolate and espresso, and the promise in your teeth.
The candle's almost over, the record's turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the last one, don't let go.
Slow it down, my darling,
let it melt away...
let it melt away...
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and burning,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
The cup is on the nightstand, still warm and half undrunk,
but I've got sweeter reasons to stay right where I've sunk.
but I've got sweeter reasons to stay right where I've sunk.
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and burning,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
One more... slow... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 06
Dance on Kitchen Feet
Cooking for TwoEspresso und frisches Grün – Dampf, Salz und Gewürz, ganz zu zweit.
Hand me the wine, love... come stand a little closer...
Garlic in the skillet, some music low and sweet,
you steal a sip of red wine and dance on kitchen feet.
The coffee's for the after, the pot is on to brew,
but right now it's the stirring and the bumping into you.
you steal a sip of red wine and dance on kitchen feet.
The coffee's for the after, the pot is on to brew,
but right now it's the stirring and the bumping into you.
Taste it off the spoon now,
tell me if it's right...
tell me if it's right...
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
We burn a little something, we laugh and start again,
and this is all I wanted, a kitchen and a friend.
and this is all I wanted, a kitchen and a friend.
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and spice.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, you're my whole life.
One more taste... one more turn...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 07
Steam Against the Glass
Rain and SkinDraußen der Regen, drinnen goldene Wärme und der Duft frisch gerösteter Bohnen.
Listen... it's raining... come closer to the warm...
The window's full of water, the world outside is grey,
but in here it is golden and you are here to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can have the evening, we've got the warmth within.
but in here it is golden and you are here to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can have the evening, we've got the warmth within.
Let it fall out there, love,
we are not going out...
we are not going out...
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
The kettle sings its little song, the record softly spins,
and somewhere in the thunder is where the calm begins.
and somewhere in the thunder is where the calm begins.
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the glass.
Every little raindrop keeps us together,
omaneo, let the hours pass.
Stay in... stay warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 08
The Way I Hold Your Heart
Dein KaffeeMit Sorgfalt gegossen, jeden Morgen für dich.
Stay in bed, love... let me do this for you...
I know the way you like it, a little sweet, not strong,
I've learned it like a love song I've been singing all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art,
I make your coffee, darling, the way I hold your heart.
I've learned it like a love song I've been singing all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art,
I make your coffee, darling, the way I hold your heart.
Steam is rising slowly,
morning's on its way...
morning's on its way...
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
It isn't just a habit, it's how I say I stay,
the smallest kind of promise I make you every day.
the smallest kind of promise I make you every day.
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
Here you are... just how you like it...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 09
Swaying in the Dark
Langsamer TanzEin Glas, warmes Licht und niemand sonst.
No music needed... just come here...
The dishes can wait for us, the light above is low,
I take your hand and pull you close and we begin to go.
Barefoot on the cold tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
I take your hand and pull you close and we begin to go.
Barefoot on the cold tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
One step and then another,
nowhere else to be...
nowhere else to be...
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
The fridge is softly humming, the clock forgets the time,
and this is how I love you, in three-four, out of rhyme.
and this is how I love you, in three-four, out of rhyme.
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
One more song... one more sway...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 10
Un Beso Sabe a Mango
Sommer auf der HautEin Schluck Wärme, die Sonne, deine Hand.
Ven... el verano está en tu piel...
Café con hielo lento, la tarde sin final,
tu hombro con el sol de oro, la sal y nada más.
Un beso sabe a mango, a café y a calor,
el día se hace largo cuando lo llenas de amor.
tu hombro con el sol de oro, la sal y nada más.
Un beso sabe a mango, a café y a calor,
el día se hace largo cuando lo llenas de amor.
Despacio, mi vida,
que no acabe el sol...
que no acabe el sol...
O-ma-né-o, dulce como el verano,
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
La arena y la ventana, el café ya sin calor,
pero tú sigues ardiendo, mi pequeño resplandor.
pero tú sigues ardiendo, mi pequeño resplandor.
O-ma-né-o, dulce como el verano,
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
o-ma-né-o, cálido en la piel.
Cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo, sabe a miel.
Quédate... un verano más...
omaneo...
omaneo...
no tengas prisa, mi amor,
que no se apague el sol,
cada sorbo a tu lado
tiene su propio calor...
que no se apague el sol,
cada sorbo a tu lado
tiene su propio calor...
O-ma-né-o... dulce como el verano,
o-ma-né-o... cálido en la piel,
cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
o-ma-né-o... cálido en la piel,
cada sorbo lento de tu mano,
omaneo... sabe a miel...
quédate... un verano más...
quédate un poco más, mi amor...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... sabe a miel...
quédate un poco más, mi amor...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... sabe a miel...
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R&B · Lied 11
All of Me Is Given
HingabeAlles gegeben – jeder Tropfen gehört dir.
Take it... take all of it... it was always yours...
I'm not the type to give in, but you undid the lock,
you poured into my quiet like the morning down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin,
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
you poured into my quiet like the morning down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin,
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
No holding back this time now,
nothing left to hide...
nothing left to hide...
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I have living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I have living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
So pour me out completely, I've nothing left to keep,
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I have living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I have living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
All of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 12
Crumbs and Coffee, Skin
Frühstück im BettZwei Hände, eine Tasse, ein fauler Morgen.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 13
Come In From the Cold
WinterhändeDie warme Tasse zwischen kalten Fingern.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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R&B · Lied 14
Warm and Almost Gone
Der letzte SchluckRuhe, Wärme, Nähe – bevor der Tag verklingt.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Memphis, Tennessee, USA · 1950er Jahre
Musikrichtung 20 von 28
Rock
Memphis, Tennessee, USA
Rock wuchs in den 1950er-Jahren in den USA aus Rock 'n' Roll, Blues und Country heran, und Memphis am Mississippi gilt als eine seiner Geburtsstädte, wo Blues aus dem Süden auf junge, elektrische Energie traf. Es ist die Musik der ehrlichen Gitarre, des klaren Rhythmus, der ohne Umwege zupackt. Bei omaneo steht dieser kräftige Puls für den unverfälschten, vollmundigen Kaffee, der Charakter zeigt und nichts beschönigt.
↓ die Lieder
Rock · Lied 01
Sunrise on the Counter
Erstes LichtDer erste Schluck, warm in beiden Händen.
Mmm... morning, love...
the light is climbing slow
the light is climbing slow
The sunrise on the counter, the coffee starting low,
you're still inside a dream, love, your hand across the pillow.
I take the first sip careful, the morning on my tongue,
but nothing tastes as good as watching you come up from sleep.
you're still inside a dream, love, your hand across the pillow.
I take the first sip careful, the morning on my tongue,
but nothing tastes as good as watching you come up from sleep.
No alarm, no hurry,
just the kettle and the calm...
just the kettle and the calm...
O-ma-né-o, warm as first light rising,
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning so surprising,
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning so surprising,
omaneo, and you are there.
Your skin still holds the nighttime, the mug between my hands,
and this is all the heaven that a quiet heart demands.
and this is all the heaven that a quiet heart demands.
O-ma-né-o, warm as first light rising,
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning so surprising,
omaneo, and you are there.
o-ma-né-o, steam and golden air.
Every little morning so surprising,
omaneo, and you are there.
Stay a while... the day can wait...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 02
Red Like Evening Fire
DämmerstundeRot wie der Abend, langsam ausgetrunken.
The light is going low...
come closer...
come closer...
Two glasses on the table, the red like evening fire,
the city dimming softly as the day begins to tire.
We've said the heavy things now, so let them drift away,
and watch the dusk pour slowly the color of your face.
the city dimming softly as the day begins to tire.
We've said the heavy things now, so let them drift away,
and watch the dusk pour slowly the color of your face.
One more slow horizon,
let the moment stay...
let the moment stay...
O-ma-né-o, sweet as dusk descending,
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
The coffee waits for morning, the wine is for the now,
and you're the only skyline that ever slows me down.
and you're the only skyline that ever slows me down.
O-ma-né-o, sweet as dusk descending,
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
o-ma-né-o, red against the night.
Every little sip a soft unending,
omaneo, you're my last light.
One more glass... one more sky...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 03
Doors Time Had Locked
Duft von damalsEin Aroma öffnet längst verschlossene Türen.
That smell... it takes me back...
Fresh coffee and a rainstorm, a song we used to play,
and suddenly it's that year and nothing's washed away.
A scent can open old doors that time had locked before,
the kitchen and the laughter and the love we couldn't store.
and suddenly it's that year and nothing's washed away.
A scent can open old doors that time had locked before,
the kitchen and the laughter and the love we couldn't store.
Close my eyes and follow
where the warm steam goes...
where the warm steam goes...
O-ma-né-o, memory in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
The cup is just a vessel until it carries you,
then every ordinary hour tastes of something true.
then every ordinary hour tastes of something true.
O-ma-né-o, memory in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
o-ma-né-o, rising soft and slow.
Every little scent a sweet returning,
omaneo, to long ago.
Come back... just for a breath...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 04
Across the Coffee Ring
Über den TischZwei Tassen, zwei Menschen, eine Stille.
Reach for me... just a little closer...
The room is almost empty, the last light on the floor,
two cups have long gone cold now but neither wants the door.
Your hand moves toward my hand, love, across the coffee ring,
and everything gets quiet like the hush before we sing.
two cups have long gone cold now but neither wants the door.
Your hand moves toward my hand, love, across the coffee ring,
and everything gets quiet like the hush before we sing.
Don't say a single word now,
let your fingers stay...
let your fingers stay...
O-ma-né-o, softer than the candle,
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
They're turning down the music, the street begins to yawn,
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
but here across the table it's the middle of the dawn.
O-ma-né-o, softer than the candle,
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
o-ma-né-o, warm across the wood.
Every little touch too much to handle,
omaneo, and it feels good.
Stay... don't move your hand...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 05
Dark and Slow and Burning
BitterzartDunkel und süß wie ein langsamer Kuss.
Come here... let me taste the night on you...
Bitter at the first touch, then sweetness underneath,
dark chocolate and espresso and the warmth behind your teeth.
The candle's almost over, the record turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the one a breath ago.
dark chocolate and espresso and the warmth behind your teeth.
The candle's almost over, the record turning low,
and every kiss is deeper than the one a breath ago.
Slow it down, my darling,
let it melt away...
let it melt away...
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and burning,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
The cup sits half-forgotten, still warm upon the shelf,
but I have sweeter reasons to lose track of myself.
but I have sweeter reasons to lose track of myself.
O-ma-né-o, dark and slow and burning,
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
o-ma-né-o, cocoa on my tongue.
Every little kiss the whole world turning,
omaneo, forever young.
One more... slow... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 06
Wine in Your Hair
Zu zweitDampf, Wärme und die Nähe am Herd.
Hand me the wine, love... come stand a little closer...
Garlic in the skillet, a melody in the air,
you steal a sip of red wine and shake it in your hair.
The coffee's for the after, the sauce is almost done,
but right now it's the nearness and the two of us as one.
you steal a sip of red wine and shake it in your hair.
The coffee's for the after, the sauce is almost done,
but right now it's the nearness and the two of us as one.
Taste it off the spoon now,
tell me if it's right...
tell me if it's right...
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
We burn a little something, we laugh and start anew,
and this is all I dreamed of, a kitchen made for two.
and this is all I dreamed of, a kitchen made for two.
O-ma-né-o, simmer of the evening,
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
o-ma-né-o, steam and salt and wine.
Every little moment worth the keeping,
omaneo, and you are mine.
One more taste... one more stir...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 07
The Storm Can Keep the Evening
RegentagDraußen grau, hier drinnen golden und warm.
Listen... it's raining... come closer to the warm...
The glass is full of water, the world outside is grey,
but in here it is golden and you have chosen to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can keep the evening, we've got the warmth within.
but in here it is golden and you have chosen to stay.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
the storm can keep the evening, we've got the warmth within.
Let it fall out there, love,
we are staying in...
we are staying in...
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
The kettle hums its little tune, the record softly turns,
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet that we've earned.
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet that we've earned.
O-ma-né-o, warmer than the weather,
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
o-ma-né-o, steam against the pane.
Every little raindrop keeps us tethered,
omaneo, let it rain.
Stay in... stay warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 08
The Way I Keep Your Heart
Für dich gemachtEin Milchkaffee im warmen Morgenlicht – das stille Ritual, das ich jeden Tag für dich wiederhole.
Stay in bed, love... let me do this for you...
I know the way you like it, a little sweet, not strong,
I've learned it like a chorus I've been humming all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art —
I make your coffee, darling, the way I keep your heart.
I've learned it like a chorus I've been humming all along.
The grinder and the kettle, the small and daily art —
I make your coffee, darling, the way I keep your heart.
Steam is rising slowly,
morning on its way...
morning on its way...
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
It isn't just a habit, it's how I say I stay,
the smallest kind of promise I bring you every day.
the smallest kind of promise I bring you every day.
O-ma-né-o, poured with all my caring,
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
o-ma-né-o, carried to your side.
Every little morning worth the sharing,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
Here you are... just how you like it...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 09
Swaying in the Kitchen
Ein Herz in der TasseLatte-Art-Herz auf warmem Holz – zwei Schritte, ein Schwung, barfuß durch die Küche getanzt.
No music needed... just come here...
The dishes wait forever, the ceiling light is low,
I take your hand and pull you close and slowly off we go.
Barefoot on the cool tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
I take your hand and pull you close and slowly off we go.
Barefoot on the cool tile, the coffee going cold,
your cheek against my shoulder is the only thing I hold.
One step and then another,
nowhere else to be...
nowhere else to be...
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
The fridge is softly humming, the clock forgets to chime,
and this is how I love you, off the beat, outside of time.
and this is how I love you, off the beat, outside of time.
O-ma-né-o, swaying in the kitchen,
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
o-ma-né-o, humming in the dark.
Every little turn a soft decision,
omaneo, you are my spark.
One more song... one more sway...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 10
Salt and Golden Sun
Warm auf der HautCremiger Schaum in weißer Tasse, sonnenwarmes Holz – ein Sommertag, der niemals enden will.
Come... the summer's on your skin...
Iced coffee in the afternoon, the hours standing still,
your shoulder in the golden sun, the salt and nothing else.
A kiss tastes like the summer, like coffee and like heat,
the day grows long and endless when you fill it up complete.
your shoulder in the golden sun, the salt and nothing else.
A kiss tastes like the summer, like coffee and like heat,
the day grows long and endless when you fill it up complete.
Slow down, my darling,
let the sun hang low...
let the sun hang low...
O-ma-né-o, sweet as this long summer,
o-ma-né-o, warm upon your skin.
Every little sip of you gets warmer,
omaneo, let me in.
o-ma-né-o, warm upon your skin.
Every little sip of you gets warmer,
omaneo, let me in.
The sand, the open window, the coffee going cold,
but you keep burning brighter, my small and quiet gold.
but you keep burning brighter, my small and quiet gold.
O-ma-né-o, sweet as this long summer,
o-ma-né-o, warm upon your skin.
Every little sip of you gets warmer,
omaneo, let me in.
o-ma-né-o, warm upon your skin.
Every little sip of you gets warmer,
omaneo, let me in.
Stay... one summer more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 11
Pour Me Out Completely
Alles, was ich binZwei Gläser, samtene Crema im Gegenlicht – hingegeben bis zum letzten Tropfen, ganz und gar dein.
Take it... take all of it... it was always yours...
I never gave it easy, but you undid the lock,
you poured into my quiet like the sunrise down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin —
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
you poured into my quiet like the sunrise down the block.
The coffee and the candlelight, the wine, the rain, the skin —
they all were only doorways that were letting you come in.
No holding back this time now,
nothing left to hide...
nothing left to hide...
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
So pour me out completely, I've nothing left to keep,
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
I'm yours in every ritual, awake and in my sleep.
O-ma-né-o, all of me is given,
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
o-ma-né-o, every drop is true.
Every little morning I am living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
All of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 12
Every Little Crumb
Fauler MorgenEine dampfende Tasse, keine Eile – Krümel, Küsse und ein Morgen, der auf uns wartet.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 13
Warm and Loud
WinterhändeEine warme Tasse zwischen kühlen Fingern – draußen der Frost, hier drinnen wir beide.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Rock · Lied 14
One Last Quiet Sip
Der letzte SchluckEin warmer Espresso im zarten Porzellan – die letzte Süße des Tages, bevor die Stille uns trägt.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Wien, Österreich (deutschsprachiger Raum) · 19. Jahrhundert, Blüte 1950er–1970er
Musikrichtung 21 von 28
Schlager
Wien, Österreich (deutschsprachiger Raum)
Das Wort Schlager fiel erstmals 1867 in einer Wiener Kritik zum Donauwalzer und wuchs aus der leichten Unterhaltungsmusik und Operette des deutschsprachigen Raums zum eigenen Genre, das in den 1950er- und 1960er-Jahren seine Blüte fand. Wien, die Stadt seiner Wurzeln, ist zugleich Heimat der Kaffeehauskultur, die zum immateriellen Kulturerbe zählt. Bei omaneo verbindet dieser eingängige, herzliche Klang die Melodie mit dem Bild des gemütlichen Kaffeehauses, in dem Zeit zur Nebensache wird.
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Schlager · Lied 01
Gold auf deiner Schulter
Goldener MorgenDer erste Schluck, wenn die Sonne dich streift.
Wach auf, mein Wunder... die Sonne sucht dich schon...
Ein Streifen Gold am Fensterglas, er legt sich dir auf'n Hals,
die Bohnen sind gemahlen, und der Duft füllt schon den Saal.
Ich streich dir übern Rücken, noch verschlafen, warm und weich,
der erste Schluck ist köstlich, doch dein Erwachen macht mich reich.
die Bohnen sind gemahlen, und der Duft füllt schon den Saal.
Ich streich dir übern Rücken, noch verschlafen, warm und weich,
der erste Schluck ist köstlich, doch dein Erwachen macht mich reich.
Kein Kalender, keine Sorgen,
nur dein Atem und der Duft...
nur dein Atem und der Duft...
Omaneo, sanft beginnt der Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, Gold auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Umsorgen,
omaneo, dir anvertraut.
o-ma-né-o, Gold auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Umsorgen,
omaneo, dir anvertraut.
Die Tasse wärmt die Finger, dein Blick wird langsam klar,
ich trink den jungen Tag mit dir, so wie es immer war.
ich trink den jungen Tag mit dir, so wie es immer war.
Omaneo, sanft beginnt der Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, Gold auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Umsorgen,
omaneo, dir anvertraut.
o-ma-né-o, Gold auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Umsorgen,
omaneo, dir anvertraut.
Lass den Wecker weiterschweigen,
lass die Welt noch draußen stehn,
näher, Liebes, komm, wir dürfen
diesen Morgen nie versäumen...
lass die Welt noch draußen stehn,
näher, Liebes, komm, wir dürfen
diesen Morgen nie versäumen...
Noch eine Stund voll Wärme, noch ein Kuss auf deine Stirn,
der Kaffee darf erkalten, du bist mein Morgenbeginn.
der Kaffee darf erkalten, du bist mein Morgenbeginn.
Omaneo, sanft beginnt der Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, Gold auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Umsorgen,
omaneo, dir anvertraut.
o-ma-né-o, Gold auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Umsorgen,
omaneo, dir anvertraut.
Bleib noch liegen... trink mit mir...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 02
Dämmerwein
Daemmerung zu zweitZwei Plaetze, ein Abendrot - die Nacht ist jung.
Der Himmel wird zu Wein... setz dich her zu mir...
Auf dem Balkon zwei Gläser, der Abend färbt sich lila,
ein Teller reifer Feigen, dunkler Käse und ein Wunder.
Der Espresso von vorhin ist längst nur noch ein Klang,
jetzt glüht das Rot im Glase und in dir wird's mir so bang.
ein Teller reifer Feigen, dunkler Käse und ein Wunder.
Der Espresso von vorhin ist längst nur noch ein Klang,
jetzt glüht das Rot im Glase und in dir wird's mir so bang.
Kein Wort ist jetzt vonnöten,
lass die Gläser leise klingen...
lass die Gläser leise klingen...
Omaneo, weich wie diese Dämmrung,
o-ma-né-o, Wein auf deinem Mund.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Erwärmen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
o-ma-né-o, Wein auf deinem Mund.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Erwärmen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
Die Straßenlichter zünden, doch wir bleiben ungestört,
zwei Gläser und ein Abend, der für immer uns gehört.
zwei Gläser und ein Abend, der für immer uns gehört.
Omaneo, weich wie diese Dämmrung,
o-ma-né-o, Wein auf deinem Mund.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Erwärmen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
o-ma-né-o, Wein auf deinem Mund.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Erwärmen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
Lass die Nacht ganz langsam steigen,
wie der Wein in unserm Blut,
nichts mehr müssen, nichts mehr fragen,
nur dein Lächeln, warm und gut...
wie der Wein in unserm Blut,
nichts mehr müssen, nichts mehr fragen,
nur dein Lächeln, warm und gut...
Noch ein Schluck, eh' Sterne kommen, noch ein Kuss im Kerzenschein,
ich brauch nicht mehr als dich und diesen weichen Dämmerwein.
ich brauch nicht mehr als dich und diesen weichen Dämmerwein.
Omaneo, weich wie diese Dämmrung,
o-ma-né-o, Wein auf deinem Mund.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Erwärmen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
o-ma-né-o, Wein auf deinem Mund.
Jeder Schluck ist zärtliches Erwärmen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
Noch ein Glas... die Nacht ist jung...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 03
Ein Hauch von einst
Ein Hauch von einstWarm in den Haenden - ein Duft, der Erinnerung weckt.
Riech nur... und schon sind wir wieder dort...
Ein Mantel, der nach Regen riecht, Vanille und Espresso,
und plötzlich steh ich wieder da, wo damals alles losbrach.
Ein Duft ist wie ein Zeitschiff, es trägt mich Jahre weit,
zurück zu deinem ersten Blick, zu unsrer scheuen Zeit.
und plötzlich steh ich wieder da, wo damals alles losbrach.
Ein Duft ist wie ein Zeitschiff, es trägt mich Jahre weit,
zurück zu deinem ersten Blick, zu unsrer scheuen Zeit.
Augen zu, ich atme,
und der Dampf, er bringt dich her...
und der Dampf, er bringt dich her...
Omaneo, du steigst in jedem Dufte,
o-ma-né-o, warm und wunderbar.
Jeder Atemzug ein zärtlich Suchen,
omaneo, nach dem, was war.
o-ma-né-o, warm und wunderbar.
Jeder Atemzug ein zärtlich Suchen,
omaneo, nach dem, was war.
Ein Löffel Zimt, ein alter Song, und schon wird alles neu,
die Küche, wo wir jung geliebt, ist wieder nah und treu.
die Küche, wo wir jung geliebt, ist wieder nah und treu.
Omaneo, du steigst in jedem Dufte,
o-ma-né-o, warm und wunderbar.
Jeder Atemzug ein zärtlich Suchen,
omaneo, nach dem, was war.
o-ma-né-o, warm und wunderbar.
Jeder Atemzug ein zärtlich Suchen,
omaneo, nach dem, was war.
Komm zurück für einen Atem,
für ein Lied, für einen Hauch,
für die Wärme, die wir waren,
und die Worte im Bauch...
für ein Lied, für einen Hauch,
für die Wärme, die wir waren,
und die Worte im Bauch...
Die Tasse ist nur Tasse, bis sie dich in sich trägt,
dann schmeckt der stille Abend nach dem, was mich bewegt.
dann schmeckt der stille Abend nach dem, was mich bewegt.
Omaneo, du steigst in jedem Dufte,
o-ma-né-o, warm und wunderbar.
Jeder Atemzug ein zärtlich Suchen,
omaneo, nach dem, was war.
o-ma-né-o, warm und wunderbar.
Jeder Atemzug ein zärtlich Suchen,
omaneo, nach dem, was war.
Komm zurück... nur für einen Hauch...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 04
Fingerspitzen
FingerspitzenLeiser als ein Fluestern, warm auf der Haut.
Beweg dich nicht... lass deine Hand nur liegen...
Der Nachtisch ist geteilt schon, ein Löffel, süß und lau,
zwei Tassen längst getrunken, doch keiner geht nach Haus.
Dein kleiner Finger findet meinen, ganz zaghaft, ohne Wort,
und alles um uns leiser wird, ein warmer, stiller Ort.
zwei Tassen längst getrunken, doch keiner geht nach Haus.
Dein kleiner Finger findet meinen, ganz zaghaft, ohne Wort,
und alles um uns leiser wird, ein warmer, stiller Ort.
Sag jetzt bitte gar nichts,
lass die Finger nur...
lass die Finger nur...
Omaneo, leiser als ein Flüstern,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Hand.
Jede kleine Nähe lässt uns glühen,
omaneo, ein zartes Band.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Hand.
Jede kleine Nähe lässt uns glühen,
omaneo, ein zartes Band.
Die Lampe wird gedämpfter, die Stadt geht schlafen, schwer,
doch hier an diesem Tische fängt ein neuer Morgen her.
doch hier an diesem Tische fängt ein neuer Morgen her.
Omaneo, leiser als ein Flüstern,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Hand.
Jede kleine Nähe lässt uns glühen,
omaneo, ein zartes Band.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Hand.
Jede kleine Nähe lässt uns glühen,
omaneo, ein zartes Band.
Nimm die Zeit, sie läuft nicht weiter,
nicht in diesem kleinen Licht,
nur die Wärme deiner Finger,
nur dein leises Angesicht...
nicht in diesem kleinen Licht,
nur die Wärme deiner Finger,
nur dein leises Angesicht...
Ein letzter Schluck, schon kalt, und trotzdem trink ich langsam aus,
damit dies Nichts-als-Hände-Halten niemals endet, niemals aus.
damit dies Nichts-als-Hände-Halten niemals endet, niemals aus.
Omaneo, leiser als ein Flüstern,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Hand.
Jede kleine Nähe lässt uns glühen,
omaneo, ein zartes Band.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf meiner Hand.
Jede kleine Nähe lässt uns glühen,
omaneo, ein zartes Band.
Bleib... beweg die Hand nicht...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 05
Bittersüß
BittersuessDunkel und gluehend wie ein spaeter Kuss.
Komm her... lass mich die Nacht auf deinen Lippen schmecken...
Erst herb wie eine Praline, dann samtig und ganz weich,
Kakao und Espresso, und du so nah, so reich.
Die Kerze wirft die Schatten, die Nacht ist tief und lau,
und jeder Kuss wird dunkler, mein süßes, warmes Blau.
Kakao und Espresso, und du so nah, so reich.
Die Kerze wirft die Schatten, die Nacht ist tief und lau,
und jeder Kuss wird dunkler, mein süßes, warmes Blau.
Langsam, meine Liebe,
lass es schmelzen sacht...
lass es schmelzen sacht...
Omaneo, dunkel, süß und glühend,
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder Kuss lässt eine Welt verblühen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder Kuss lässt eine Welt verblühen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
Die Tasse steht vergessen, noch warm am Bettesrand,
doch ich hab süß're Gründe, zu bleiben, Hand in Hand.
doch ich hab süß're Gründe, zu bleiben, Hand in Hand.
Omaneo, dunkel, süß und glühend,
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder Kuss lässt eine Welt verblühen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder Kuss lässt eine Welt verblühen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
Kein Gedanke mehr an morgen,
nur die Wärme, nur die Haut,
nur der letzte dunkle Schluck, Liebes,
und ein Kuss, ganz aufgetaut...
nur die Wärme, nur die Haut,
nur der letzte dunkle Schluck, Liebes,
und ein Kuss, ganz aufgetaut...
Ein Stückchen bittre Schokolade zergeht auf deiner Zung',
und ich, ich schmeck den ganzen Abend, süß und dunkel, jung.
und ich, ich schmeck den ganzen Abend, süß und dunkel, jung.
Omaneo, dunkel, süß und glühend,
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder Kuss lässt eine Welt verblühen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
o-ma-né-o, Kakao auf meinem Mund.
Jeder Kuss lässt eine Welt verblühen,
omaneo, in dieser Stund'.
Noch einer... langsam... noch einer...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 06
Basilikum und du
Dampf und NaeheSalz, Dampf und Wein - ein Abend in der Kueche.
Reich mir das Basilikum, Liebes... und komm ein bisschen näher...
Die Nudeln tanzen im Wasser, ein Radio spielt ganz leis,
du stiehlst dir eine Olive und wirbelst durch den Kreis.
Ein bisschen Mehl auf deiner Wange, der Espresso wartet still,
doch jetzt zählt nur das Rühren und ein Kuss, der bleiben will.
du stiehlst dir eine Olive und wirbelst durch den Kreis.
Ein bisschen Mehl auf deiner Wange, der Espresso wartet still,
doch jetzt zählt nur das Rühren und ein Kuss, der bleiben will.
Probier vom Holzlöffel,
sag mir, ist es recht...
sag mir, ist es recht...
Omaneo, Duft in diesem Abend,
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Handgriff ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Handgriff ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
Wir würzen viel zu mutig, wir lachen, kosten neu,
und mehr als diese Küche und dich, ich brauch es nicht, so treu.
und mehr als diese Küche und dich, ich brauch es nicht, so treu.
Omaneo, Duft in diesem Abend,
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Handgriff ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Handgriff ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
Lass die Welt vorm Fenster warten,
lass die Soße überziehn,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als mit dir in dieser Küch'...
lass die Soße überziehn,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als mit dir in dieser Küch'...
Zwei Teller, eine Kerze, ein Schluck Wein und dann ein Kuss,
das ganze kleine Glück passt in ein warmes Abendmuss.
das ganze kleine Glück passt in ein warmes Abendmuss.
Omaneo, Duft in diesem Abend,
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Handgriff ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
o-ma-né-o, Salz und Dampf und Wein.
Jeder kleine Handgriff ist ein Laben,
omaneo, du bist mein.
Noch ein Bissen... noch ein Kuss...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 07
Unterm Dach im Regen
Unterm DachDrinnen golden und warm, waehrend es draussen faellt.
Hör mal, es trommelt aufs Dach... komm näher an die Wärme...
Der Donner rollt am Himmel, die Gasse steht im Guss,
doch unterm Dach ist's golden, und du gibst mir einen Kuss.
Wir baun uns eine Höhle aus Decken und aus Haut,
zwei Tassen dampfen zwischen uns, ganz still und ganz vertraut.
doch unterm Dach ist's golden, und du gibst mir einen Kuss.
Wir baun uns eine Höhle aus Decken und aus Haut,
zwei Tassen dampfen zwischen uns, ganz still und ganz vertraut.
Lass es draußen fallen,
wir gehn heut nicht hinaus...
wir gehn heut nicht hinaus...
Omaneo, wärmer als das Wetter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen draußen macht uns enger,
omaneo, so bleib, so lass.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen draußen macht uns enger,
omaneo, so bleib, so lass.
Die Blitze malen Fenster, die Kerze flackert klein,
und irgendwo im Regen schläft die ganze Welt schon ein.
und irgendwo im Regen schläft die ganze Welt schon ein.
Omaneo, wärmer als das Wetter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen draußen macht uns enger,
omaneo, so bleib, so lass.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen draußen macht uns enger,
omaneo, so bleib, so lass.
Soll die ganze Welt da klopfen,
wir, wir hören sie nicht mehr,
nur den Regen, nur die Wärme,
nur dein Herz an meinem, schwer...
wir, wir hören sie nicht mehr,
nur den Regen, nur die Wärme,
nur dein Herz an meinem, schwer...
Dein Kopf liegt auf der Schulter, dein Atem geht so sacht,
der Sturm darf ruhig toben, wir haben unsre Nacht.
der Sturm darf ruhig toben, wir haben unsre Nacht.
Omaneo, wärmer als das Wetter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen draußen macht uns enger,
omaneo, so bleib, so lass.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf am kalten Glas.
Jeder Tropfen draußen macht uns enger,
omaneo, so bleib, so lass.
Bleib drin... bleib warm...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 08
Mein Morgenversprechen
Frisch gemahlenDas kleine Ritual, das jeden Morgen fuer dich beginnt.
Bleib nur liegen, Liebes... das mach ich für dich...
Die Mühle knirscht ihr Lied schon, ich kenn dein Maß genau,
ein Wölkchen Milch, ein Herz aus Schaum, für meine liebste Frau.
Es ist kein großes Aufsehn, nur ein kleines, treues Tun,
doch in der Tasse liegt mein Herz, jetzt darfst du weiterruhn.
ein Wölkchen Milch, ein Herz aus Schaum, für meine liebste Frau.
Es ist kein großes Aufsehn, nur ein kleines, treues Tun,
doch in der Tasse liegt mein Herz, jetzt darfst du weiterruhn.
Dampf steigt langsam auf jetzt,
Morgen ist im Kommen...
Morgen ist im Kommen...
Omaneo, all mein stilles Sorgen,
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett gebracht.
Jeder kleine, selbstgemachte Morgen,
omaneo, mit Liebe fein gemacht.
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett gebracht.
Jeder kleine, selbstgemachte Morgen,
omaneo, mit Liebe fein gemacht.
Es ist nicht bloß Gewohnheit, es ist mein leises Bleib,
das kleinste aller Versprechen, das ich dir täglich schreib.
das kleinste aller Versprechen, das ich dir täglich schreib.
Omaneo, all mein stilles Sorgen,
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett gebracht.
Jeder kleine, selbstgemachte Morgen,
omaneo, mit Liebe fein gemacht.
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett gebracht.
Jeder kleine, selbstgemachte Morgen,
omaneo, mit Liebe fein gemacht.
Nimm die Tasse, nimm die Wärme,
nimm den Morgen, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich geben kann, Liebes,
trag ich Schritt für Schritt dir zu...
nimm den Morgen, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich geben kann, Liebes,
trag ich Schritt für Schritt dir zu...
Ein Kuss auf deine Stirne, ein Blinzeln, noch verschlafen,
und ich weiß, warum ich morgens früher als die Sonne wache.
und ich weiß, warum ich morgens früher als die Sonne wache.
Omaneo, all mein stilles Sorgen,
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett gebracht.
Jeder kleine, selbstgemachte Morgen,
omaneo, mit Liebe fein gemacht.
o-ma-né-o, an dein Bett gebracht.
Jeder kleine, selbstgemachte Morgen,
omaneo, mit Liebe fein gemacht.
Da bist du... genau wie du's magst...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 09
Tanz ohne Lied
Ein Herz im SchaumEin stiller Abend, ein Wiegen zu zweit.
Keine Musik nötig... leg deine Hand in meine...
Das Radio ist verstummt schon, nur der Kühlschrank summt ganz leis,
ich zieh dich an mich, sacht und warm, und wir beginnen unsre Reis'.
Barfuß auf den Dielen, der Kaffee wird schon lau,
dein Kopf an meiner Schulter, mein Anker, meine Frau.
ich zieh dich an mich, sacht und warm, und wir beginnen unsre Reis'.
Barfuß auf den Dielen, der Kaffee wird schon lau,
dein Kopf an meiner Schulter, mein Anker, meine Frau.
Ein Schritt und dann noch einer,
nirgendwo mehr sein...
nirgendwo mehr sein...
Omaneo, wiegend in der Küche,
o-ma-né-o, summend durch die Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung ist ein Bitten,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
o-ma-né-o, summend durch die Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung ist ein Bitten,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
Die Uhr vergisst die Zeiger, das Fenster hält den Mond,
und ich, ich tanz mit dir so still, als hätt's sich stets gelohnt.
und ich, ich tanz mit dir so still, als hätt's sich stets gelohnt.
Omaneo, wiegend in der Küche,
o-ma-né-o, summend durch die Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung ist ein Bitten,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
o-ma-né-o, summend durch die Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung ist ein Bitten,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
Lass die Welt sich weiterdrehen,
wir, wir drehn uns nur zu zweit,
barfuß, leise, ganz behutsam,
in der warmen, kleinen Zeit...
wir, wir drehn uns nur zu zweit,
barfuß, leise, ganz behutsam,
in der warmen, kleinen Zeit...
Ein Summen ohne Melodie, ein Wiegen, weich und sacht,
das ist das schönste Liebeslied, das je ein Herz gemacht.
das ist das schönste Liebeslied, das je ein Herz gemacht.
Omaneo, wiegend in der Küche,
o-ma-né-o, summend durch die Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung ist ein Bitten,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
o-ma-né-o, summend durch die Nacht.
Jede kleine Drehung ist ein Bitten,
omaneo, du hast's entfacht.
Noch ein Wiegen... noch ein Schritt...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 10
Sommer, Salz und du
SonnenwarmEin Schluck Sommer, golden auf der Haut.
Komm... der Sommer klebt uns beiden auf der Haut...
Cold Brew und Eiswürfel klirren, der Nachmittag steht still,
dein Rücken glänzt von Sonnencreme, und ich weiß, was ich will.
Ein Stück von einer Melone, ein Kuss, der schmeckt nach Meer,
nach Salz und nach Espresso, und ich will nichts als mehr.
dein Rücken glänzt von Sonnencreme, und ich weiß, was ich will.
Ein Stück von einer Melone, ein Kuss, der schmeckt nach Meer,
nach Salz und nach Espresso, und ich will nichts als mehr.
Ganz langsam, meine Liebe,
lass die Sonne stehn...
lass die Sonne stehn...
Omaneo, süß wie dieser Sommer,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
Der Sand in deinen Haaren, das Eis im Glas zerschmilzt,
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein Sommer, der nicht stillt.
doch du glühst immer weiter, mein Sommer, der nicht stillt.
Omaneo, süß wie dieser Sommer,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
Lass den Sommer nie mehr enden,
lass die Sonne auf uns stehn,
nur die Wärme, nur die Nähe,
nur dein Lachen, nie vergehn...
lass die Sonne auf uns stehn,
nur die Wärme, nur die Nähe,
nur dein Lachen, nie vergehn...
Die Wellen zählen Stunden, wir zählen keine mehr,
nur Küsse, salzig, sommerlang, an diesem warmen Meer.
nur Küsse, salzig, sommerlang, an diesem warmen Meer.
Omaneo, süß wie dieser Sommer,
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, warm auf deiner Haut.
Jeder Schluck von dir wird immer schöner,
omaneo, so vertraut.
Bleib noch... ein Sommer mehr...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 11
Ganz und gar
Ganz gegebenEin Herz im Schaum, nichts zurueckgehalten.
Nimm es... nimm alles... es war immer deins...
Ich trage feste Mauern, ich öffne mich nicht schnell,
doch du bist eingesickert wie das Morgenlicht, so hell.
Der Kaffee und die Kerze, der Wein, der Regen, die Haut,
sie waren nur die Türen, durch die du kamst, vertraut.
doch du bist eingesickert wie das Morgenlicht, so hell.
Der Kaffee und die Kerze, der Wein, der Regen, die Haut,
sie waren nur die Türen, durch die du kamst, vertraut.
Kein Zurückhalten mehr jetzt,
nichts mehr zu verstecken...
nichts mehr zu verstecken...
Omaneo, ganz und gar gegeben,
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
So schenk ich mich vollkommen, ich halte nichts zurück,
ich bin dein in jedem Ritual, im Wachen und im Glück.
ich bin dein in jedem Ritual, im Wachen und im Glück.
Omaneo, ganz und gar gegeben,
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
Nimm die Wärme, nimm die Stunden,
nimm den Kaffee, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich bin, Liebes,
leg ich offen, nur für dich, dazu...
nimm den Kaffee, nimm die Ruh,
alles, was ich bin, Liebes,
leg ich offen, nur für dich, dazu...
Kein halbes Herz, kein Zögern, ich brenn für dich ganz aus,
und was von mir noch übrig bleibt, ist ohnehin dein Haus.
und was von mir noch übrig bleibt, ist ohnehin dein Haus.
Omaneo, ganz und gar gegeben,
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
o-ma-né-o, jeder Tropfen wahr.
Jeder kleine Morgen, den ich lebe,
omaneo, gehört dir gar.
Alles von mir... omaneo...
alles von mir... omaneo...
alles von mir... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 12
Fauler Sonntag
Dampft noch leisFrisch aufgebrueht, waehrend der Morgen sich Zeit laesst.
Mmm... steh noch nicht auf, Liebes... bleib hier bei mir...
Ein Croissant auf dem Kissen, der Kaffee dampft noch leis,
da liegen Krümel auf der Decke und ein Lachen, warm und weis'.
Der Sonntag hat es nicht eilig, ein Sonnenstreif am Bett,
und dein verschlafnes Lächeln ist die einzige Toilette.
da liegen Krümel auf der Decke und ein Lachen, warm und weis'.
Der Sonntag hat es nicht eilig, ein Sonnenstreif am Bett,
und dein verschlafnes Lächeln ist die einzige Toilette.
Noch 'ne faule Stunde,
Krümel, Kaffee, Haut...
Krümel, Kaffee, Haut...
Omaneo, Frühstück in dem Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
Ein Kuss, der schmeckt nach Marmelade, nach Kaffee und nach dir,
die ganze Welt darf weiterdrehn, wir bleiben einfach hier.
die ganze Welt darf weiterdrehn, wir bleiben einfach hier.
Omaneo, Frühstück in dem Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
Lass den Sonntag ohne Pläne,
lass den Kaffee kalt und gut,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als in diesem faulen Mut...
lass den Kaffee kalt und gut,
nirgends wär ich lieber, Liebes,
als in diesem faulen Mut...
Wir teilen uns die letzte Ecke, das letzte Stück, den letzten Schluck,
und dieser träge Morgen ist mein allergrößtes Glück.
und dieser träge Morgen ist mein allergrößtes Glück.
Omaneo, Frühstück in dem Morgen,
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
o-ma-né-o, süß und warm und weich.
Jeder kleine Krümel ist ein Sorgen,
omaneo, bleib bei mir, bleib.
Bleib im Bett... noch eine Stunde...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 13
Zwei kalte Hände
Warm umschlossenDie warme Tasse zwischen kalten Winterhaenden.
Komm rein aus der Kälte, Liebes... gib mir deine Hände...
Der Schnee fällt vor dem Fenster, der Abend färbt sich blau,
ich leg die warme Tasse dir in beide Hände, Frau.
Die Wolldecke um deine Schultern, die Heizung summt ganz leis,
und Winter ist nur Vorwand, dich zu halten, warm und weis'.
ich leg die warme Tasse dir in beide Hände, Frau.
Die Wolldecke um deine Schultern, die Heizung summt ganz leis,
und Winter ist nur Vorwand, dich zu halten, warm und weis'.
Kalte Hände, wärmres Herze,
lass die Kält' da draußen stehn...
lass die Kält' da draußen stehn...
Omaneo, warm im tiefen Winter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Frost und Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist wie ein sanfter Winker,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Frost und Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist wie ein sanfter Winker,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
Dein Näschen kalt vom Draußen, dein Atem eine Wolk',
doch hier bei zwei Tassen Kaffee wird warm das ganze Volk.
doch hier bei zwei Tassen Kaffee wird warm das ganze Volk.
Omaneo, warm im tiefen Winter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Frost und Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist wie ein sanfter Winker,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Frost und Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist wie ein sanfter Winker,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
Lass es schnein an unsre Scheibe,
lass den grauen Abend friern,
wir ham Kaffee, wir ham Kerzen,
wir ham das, und wir ham's gern...
lass den grauen Abend friern,
wir ham Kaffee, wir ham Kerzen,
wir ham das, und wir ham's gern...
Ich nehm die kalten Finger und leg sie mir ans Herz,
zwei Tassen, eine Decke, und vergessen ist der Schmerz.
zwei Tassen, eine Decke, und vergessen ist der Schmerz.
Omaneo, warm im tiefen Winter,
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Frost und Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist wie ein sanfter Winker,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
o-ma-né-o, Dampf und Frost und Haut.
Jeder Schluck ist wie ein sanfter Winker,
omaneo, sei mir vertraut.
Bleib im Warmen... bleib bei mir...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Schlager · Lied 14
Bevor wir schlafen
Der letzte SchluckWarm und still, bevor der Tag zur Ruhe kommt.
Ein letzter Schluck, Liebes... dann schlafen... komm, leg dich hin...
Die Tassen stehn in der Küche, die Kerze fast schon aus,
der lange Tag legt sich ganz weich wie Abendrot ums Haus.
Ein letzter warmer, stiller Schluck, dein Kopf an meiner Brust,
und alles, was noch offen blieb, verliert jetzt seine Last.
der lange Tag legt sich ganz weich wie Abendrot ums Haus.
Ein letzter warmer, stiller Schluck, dein Kopf an meiner Brust,
und alles, was noch offen blieb, verliert jetzt seine Last.
Mach die Augen zu jetzt, Liebes,
lass den Abend gehn...
lass den Abend gehn...
Omaneo, still wie dieses Ende,
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder leise Atem ist ein Wenden,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder leise Atem ist ein Wenden,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
Das Haus ist endlich ruhig, ein Lichtschein durch den Spalt,
und du bist meine letzte Süße, die ich in die Träume halt.
und du bist meine letzte Süße, die ich in die Träume halt.
Omaneo, still wie dieses Ende,
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder leise Atem ist ein Wenden,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder leise Atem ist ein Wenden,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
Kein Gerede mehr, kein Kaffee,
nur dein Schlaf, so schwer und nah,
und der letzte warme Schluck, Liebes,
und die Ruhe, die ich sah...
nur dein Schlaf, so schwer und nah,
und der letzte warme Schluck, Liebes,
und die Ruhe, die ich sah...
Ich zieh die Decke über uns, dein Atem wird ganz sacht,
und mit dem letzten Tropfen Wärme küss ich dich in die Nacht.
und mit dem letzten Tropfen Wärme küss ich dich in die Nacht.
Omaneo, still wie dieses Ende,
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder leise Atem ist ein Wenden,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
o-ma-né-o, warm und fast schon fort.
Jeder leise Atem ist ein Wenden,
omaneo, bis zum Morgenort.
Gute Nacht, Liebes... gute Nacht...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Greenwich Village, New York City, USA · 1960er Jahre
Musikrichtung 22 von 28
Singer-Songwriter
Greenwich Village, New York City, USA
Die moderne Singer-Songwriter-Tradition formte sich in den 1960er-Jahren, maßgeblich in den Coffeehouses von Greenwich Village in New York, wo eine Stimme und eine Gitarre genügten, um Geschichten zu erzählen. Genau dort, zwischen Kaffeetassen und kleinen Bühnen, wurde das persönliche, offene Lied zur eigenen Kunstform. Bei omaneo passt dieser leise, ehrliche Ton zum ruhigen Gespräch bei einer Tasse, wenn Nähe wichtiger ist als Lautstärke.
↓ die Lieder
Singer-Songwriter · Lied 01
Half-Awake
Der erste SchluckGoldene Crema in der weissen Tasse – das leise Erwachen am Morgen.
(whispered) mmm... don't wake up yet...
Grey pours through the blinds like milk into a cup,
your shoulder is a country I keep learning inch by inch.
The floorboards know my tiptoe, the grinder starts to hush,
and the first sip meets my tongue like a secret I won't rush.
your shoulder is a country I keep learning inch by inch.
The floorboards know my tiptoe, the grinder starts to hush,
and the first sip meets my tongue like a secret I won't rush.
skin still soft from sleeping,
steam still learning how to climb...
steam still learning how to climb...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, the morning on my breath,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, soft as your name half-said.
first light, first taste, first hush before the day,
omaneo, and you turn my way.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, soft as your name half-said.
first light, first taste, first hush before the day,
omaneo, and you turn my way.
I carry two small cups across the quiet room,
your half-shut eyes that find me are the only sun I need.
your half-shut eyes that find me are the only sun I need.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, the morning on my breath,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, soft as your name half-said.
first light, first taste, first hush before the day,
omaneo, and you turn my way.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, soft as your name half-said.
first light, first taste, first hush before the day,
omaneo, and you turn my way.
let the alarm forget us,
let the kettle be the clock...
let the kettle be the clock...
Come back beneath the blanket, the coffee'll wait a while,
there's nowhere I would rather be than warming to your smile.
there's nowhere I would rather be than warming to your smile.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, the morning on my breath,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, soft as your name half-said.
first light, first taste, first hush before the day,
omaneo, and you turn my way.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, soft as your name half-said.
first light, first taste, first hush before the day,
omaneo, and you turn my way.
(whispered) stay... one more inch of morning...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 02
Dusk in Two Glasses
Dammerung im CafeWarmes Lampenlicht ueber dunklem Tresen – die Stunde, in der der Tag sich loest.
(soft) the sun's going down slow... pour me a little...
Two glasses on the fire escape, the evening turning plum,
the espresso's gone to memory, the wine has just begun.
We let the whole day loosen, we let the talking thin,
and the purple hour settles like a hand upon the skin.
the espresso's gone to memory, the wine has just begun.
We let the whole day loosen, we let the talking thin,
and the purple hour settles like a hand upon the skin.
one slow swallow, one horizon,
let the color stay...
let the color stay...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, dusk inside the glass,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hold this hour, let it pass.
red and quiet, you and evening, nothing left to say,
omaneo, don't look away.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hold this hour, let it pass.
red and quiet, you and evening, nothing left to say,
omaneo, don't look away.
The streetlights come up softly, the rooftops go to grey,
your knee against my knee is all the map I'll need today.
your knee against my knee is all the map I'll need today.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, dusk inside the glass,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hold this hour, let it pass.
red and quiet, you and evening, nothing left to say,
omaneo, don't look away.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hold this hour, let it pass.
red and quiet, you and evening, nothing left to say,
omaneo, don't look away.
tomorrow keeps its coffee,
tonight is only wine...
tonight is only wine...
Two glasses growing empty, and neither one will move,
the sky can take its time now, we've nothing left to prove.
the sky can take its time now, we've nothing left to prove.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, dusk inside the glass,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hold this hour, let it pass.
red and quiet, you and evening, nothing left to say,
omaneo, don't look away.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hold this hour, let it pass.
red and quiet, you and evening, nothing left to say,
omaneo, don't look away.
(soft) one more sip... one more sky...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 03
What a Scent Unlocks
Ein Duft kehrt zuruckBohnen im Glas, warm und dunkel – ein Aroma, das Erinnerung aufschliesst.
(whispered) that smell... it opens something...
Cardamom and coffee off a stranger's open door,
and suddenly I'm nineteen in a kitchen I adored.
A scent is a small time machine we never learn to close,
it hands you back the summers and the people that you chose.
and suddenly I'm nineteen in a kitchen I adored.
A scent is a small time machine we never learn to close,
it hands you back the summers and the people that you chose.
close my eyes and breathe it,
ride it down the years...
ride it down the years...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, memory on the steam,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, softer than a dream.
one warm breath and there you are, the way you were before,
omaneo, I want it more.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, softer than a dream.
one warm breath and there you are, the way you were before,
omaneo, I want it more.
The cup is just a doorway till it carries you inside,
then a plain and ordinary morning turns to something I can't hide.
then a plain and ordinary morning turns to something I can't hide.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, memory on the steam,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, softer than a dream.
one warm breath and there you are, the way you were before,
omaneo, I want it more.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, softer than a dream.
one warm breath and there you are, the way you were before,
omaneo, I want it more.
some doors we lose forever,
but a scent still keeps the key...
but a scent still keeps the key...
So brew it strong this evening, let the kitchen fill with then,
and hand me back the version of us I'd love to be again.
and hand me back the version of us I'd love to be again.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, memory on the steam,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, softer than a dream.
one warm breath and there you are, the way you were before,
omaneo, I want it more.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, softer than a dream.
one warm breath and there you are, the way you were before,
omaneo, I want it more.
(whispered) come back... just for a breath...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 04
Your Fingers Reach First
Zwei Tassen, ein TischZwei Espressi auf warmem Holz – die Naehe, die keine Worte braucht.
(soft) reach for me... a little closer...
The café's almost empty, the marble cold and bright,
two espressos gone to shadows in the last low bit of light.
Your fingers cross the table like they've somewhere they should be,
and they settle over mine as if they always meant to reach me.
two espressos gone to shadows in the last low bit of light.
Your fingers cross the table like they've somewhere they should be,
and they settle over mine as if they always meant to reach me.
don't say another word now,
let your knuckles stay...
let your knuckles stay...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm across the stone,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, I am not alone.
every quiet knuckle says the thing we couldn't say,
omaneo, and we stay.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, I am not alone.
every quiet knuckle says the thing we couldn't say,
omaneo, and we stay.
They're wiping down the counters, the street begins to hush,
but here across the marble it's the middle of a blush.
but here across the marble it's the middle of a blush.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm across the stone,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, I am not alone.
every quiet knuckle says the thing we couldn't say,
omaneo, and we stay.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, I am not alone.
every quiet knuckle says the thing we couldn't say,
omaneo, and we stay.
the world can stack its chairs up,
we are not done with this...
we are not done with this...
A sugar spoon between us, two cups we won't refill,
your hand a small warm country and I want to hold it still.
your hand a small warm country and I want to hold it still.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm across the stone,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, I am not alone.
every quiet knuckle says the thing we couldn't say,
omaneo, and we stay.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, I am not alone.
every quiet knuckle says the thing we couldn't say,
omaneo, and we stay.
(soft) stay... don't move your hand...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 05
Seventy Percent
Dunkel wie SchokoladeSatt geroestete Bohnen, schokoladenbraun – der Geschmack eines Kusses.
(low) come here... let me taste it...
Seventy percent of midnight melting slow between your lips,
espresso on the finish and a shiver in my fingertips.
It starts a little serious, then the sweetness rolls right through,
and every kiss goes deeper than the breath before it drew.
espresso on the finish and a shiver in my fingertips.
It starts a little serious, then the sweetness rolls right through,
and every kiss goes deeper than the breath before it drew.
slow it down, my darling,
let the dark dissolve...
let the dark dissolve...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, cocoa in the dark,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, slow and sweet and stark.
every kiss the whole room dimming, every sip a spell,
omaneo, I know you well.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, slow and sweet and stark.
every kiss the whole room dimming, every sip a spell,
omaneo, I know you well.
The mug has gone to lukewarm, forgotten on the sill,
but you're a sweeter reason to be standing here so still.
but you're a sweeter reason to be standing here so still.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, cocoa in the dark,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, slow and sweet and stark.
every kiss the whole room dimming, every sip a spell,
omaneo, I know you well.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, slow and sweet and stark.
every kiss the whole room dimming, every sip a spell,
omaneo, I know you well.
serious turns to velvet,
if you take it slow enough...
if you take it slow enough...
One square left between us, we can share it if you stay,
let it soften on our tongues and let the evening melt away.
let it soften on our tongues and let the evening melt away.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, cocoa in the dark,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, slow and sweet and stark.
every kiss the whole room dimming, every sip a spell,
omaneo, I know you well.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, slow and sweet and stark.
every kiss the whole room dimming, every sip a spell,
omaneo, I know you well.
(low) one more... slow... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 06
Two Knives, One Board
Steigender DampfWarmer Dampf im Gegenlicht – die Waerme des gemeinsamen Augenblicks.
(soft) hand me the basil... come stand close...
Garlic learning butter, a hum without a tune,
you steal a taste of red wine underneath the kitchen moon.
The coffee's for the after, the sauce is nearly through,
but right now it's your elbow and the board we're leaning to.
you steal a taste of red wine underneath the kitchen moon.
The coffee's for the after, the sauce is nearly through,
but right now it's your elbow and the board we're leaning to.
taste it off my thumb now,
tell me what it needs...
tell me what it needs...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, simmer low and slow,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, steam and wine and glow.
every little chop and stir a reason to be here,
omaneo, come near.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, steam and wine and glow.
every little chop and stir a reason to be here,
omaneo, come near.
We scorch a little something, we laugh and salt it right,
and this is all I wanted, one warm board and you tonight.
and this is all I wanted, one warm board and you tonight.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, simmer low and slow,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, steam and wine and glow.
every little chop and stir a reason to be here,
omaneo, come near.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, steam and wine and glow.
every little chop and stir a reason to be here,
omaneo, come near.
let the timer argue,
let the good wine breathe...
let the good wine breathe...
Two knives and one old cutting board, two glasses going low,
the kitchen is the only room I ever need to know.
the kitchen is the only room I ever need to know.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, simmer low and slow,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, steam and wine and glow.
every little chop and stir a reason to be here,
omaneo, come near.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, steam and wine and glow.
every little chop and stir a reason to be here,
omaneo, come near.
(soft) one more taste... one more stir...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 07
Let the Storm Stay Out
Drinnen ist es warmMuehle, Kanne und dampfende Tassen – Geborgenheit, waehrend draussen der Regen faellt.
(whispered) listen... it's coming down... come under the wool...
The gutter's singing something the sky has always known,
but in here it is amber and you've chosen not to go.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
let the weather keep the window, we keep the warmth within.
but in here it is amber and you've chosen not to go.
Two mugs of something steaming, a blanket and your skin,
let the weather keep the window, we keep the warmth within.
let it pour out there, love,
we are staying in...
we are staying in...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warmer than the storm,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wrapped and dry and warm.
every drop that hits the window keeps us where we are,
omaneo, close the door.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wrapped and dry and warm.
every drop that hits the window keeps us where we are,
omaneo, close the door.
The candle throws its little gold across the darkened floor,
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet we asked for.
and somewhere in the thunder is the quiet we asked for.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warmer than the storm,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wrapped and dry and warm.
every drop that hits the window keeps us where we are,
omaneo, close the door.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wrapped and dry and warm.
every drop that hits the window keeps us where we are,
omaneo, close the door.
let it flood the corner,
let the cold stay out...
let the cold stay out...
Your head is on my collarbone, the rain won't lose its beat,
and I have never once been warmer than beneath this sheet.
and I have never once been warmer than beneath this sheet.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warmer than the storm,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wrapped and dry and warm.
every drop that hits the window keeps us where we are,
omaneo, close the door.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, wrapped and dry and warm.
every drop that hits the window keeps us where we are,
omaneo, close the door.
(whispered) stay in... stay warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 08
I've Learned It Like a Lullaby
Für dich gemachtJede Tasse ein kleines, tägliches Versprechen.
(soft) stay in bed... let me do this...
Two sugars and a whisper of the milk you like the most,
I've learned it like a lullaby, I know it more than most.
The tap against the teaspoon, the little tick against the rim —
I make your morning quiet and I pour my whole self in.
I've learned it like a lullaby, I know it more than most.
The tap against the teaspoon, the little tick against the rim —
I make your morning quiet and I pour my whole self in.
steam is climbing slowly,
morning on its way...
morning on its way...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, made the way you like,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, carried through the light.
every cup I bring you is a small and daily vow,
omaneo, here and now.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, carried through the light.
every cup I bring you is a small and daily vow,
omaneo, here and now.
It's not about the caffeine, it's the way I choose to care,
a quiet little sentence that I leave beside your chair.
a quiet little sentence that I leave beside your chair.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, made the way you like,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, carried through the light.
every cup I bring you is a small and daily vow,
omaneo, here and now.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, carried through the light.
every cup I bring you is a small and daily vow,
omaneo, here and now.
no card and no announcement,
just a cup that says I'm here...
just a cup that says I'm here...
I know the mug you reach for, the chip along its side,
and setting it beside you is the softest thing I've tried.
and setting it beside you is the softest thing I've tried.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, made the way you like,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, carried through the light.
every cup I bring you is a small and daily vow,
omaneo, here and now.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, carried through the light.
every cup I bring you is a small and daily vow,
omaneo, here and now.
(soft) here you are... just how you like it...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 09
No Song but Your Breathing
Kein Lied, nur wirLangsam durch die Küche, ganz nah beieinander.
(whispered) no music needed... just come here...
The faucet drips a rhythm, the ceiling light is low,
I take your hand and pull you in and slowly, slowly go.
Sock feet on the lino, the coffee going cold,
your breath against my collarbone the only tune I hold.
I take your hand and pull you in and slowly, slowly go.
Sock feet on the lino, the coffee going cold,
your breath against my collarbone the only tune I hold.
one step and then another,
nowhere we should be...
nowhere we should be...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, turning in the dark,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet as a spark.
no song but your breathing and the shuffle of our feet,
omaneo, slow and sweet.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet as a spark.
no song but your breathing and the shuffle of our feet,
omaneo, slow and sweet.
The night has gone all velvet, the windows hold the town,
and I could dance this kitchen till the whole of morning's down.
and I could dance this kitchen till the whole of morning's down.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, turning in the dark,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet as a spark.
no song but your breathing and the shuffle of our feet,
omaneo, slow and sweet.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet as a spark.
no song but your breathing and the shuffle of our feet,
omaneo, slow and sweet.
let the dishes wait there,
let the kettle cool...
let the kettle cool...
Your cheek is on my shoulder, we're barely moving now,
and every little half-turn is a soft and secret vow.
and every little half-turn is a soft and secret vow.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, turning in the dark,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet as a spark.
no song but your breathing and the shuffle of our feet,
omaneo, slow and sweet.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet as a spark.
no song but your breathing and the shuffle of our feet,
omaneo, slow and sweet.
(whispered) one more sway... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 10
Salt and Iced Espresso
Sommer auf der HautEin Geschmack, eine Berührung, ein stiller Nachmittag.
(soft) the summer's on your skin... come here...
Iced espresso sweating slow, the afternoon stands still,
your shoulder in the window light and I know just what I will.
A kiss still tastes of summer, of coffee and of salt,
the hours melt like ice cubes and it's nobody's fault.
your shoulder in the window light and I know just what I will.
A kiss still tastes of summer, of coffee and of salt,
the hours melt like ice cubes and it's nobody's fault.
slow it down, my darling,
let the sun stand still...
let the sun stand still...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, summer on your skin,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, let the warm come in.
every sip of you is sweeter than the season's glow,
omaneo, don't let go.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, let the warm come in.
every sip of you is sweeter than the season's glow,
omaneo, don't let go.
The sand still in the doorway, the coffee lost its chill,
but you keep glowing brighter, my lazy windowsill.
but you keep glowing brighter, my lazy windowsill.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, summer on your skin,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, let the warm come in.
every sip of you is sweeter than the season's glow,
omaneo, don't let go.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, let the warm come in.
every sip of you is sweeter than the season's glow,
omaneo, don't let go.
one more melting ice cube,
one more freckled hour...
one more freckled hour...
Your freckles came from July and I want to count them all,
the open window's breathing and I've nowhere else to fall.
the open window's breathing and I've nowhere else to fall.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, summer on your skin,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, let the warm come in.
every sip of you is sweeter than the season's glow,
omaneo, don't let go.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, let the warm come in.
every sip of you is sweeter than the season's glow,
omaneo, don't let go.
(soft) stay... one more summer...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 11
Down to the Grounds
Bis auf den letzten TropfenAlles gegeben, nichts zurückgehalten.
(low) take it... all of it... it was always yours...
I used to pour so guarded, I measured every drop,
then you leaned into my quiet and I felt the guarding stop.
The espresso, wine and candlelight were only ways to start —
a hundred little doorways that were leading to my heart.
then you leaned into my quiet and I felt the guarding stop.
The espresso, wine and candlelight were only ways to start —
a hundred little doorways that were leading to my heart.
no holding back this time now,
nothing left to keep...
nothing left to keep...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, poured down to the grounds,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, everything I found.
every drop and every morning, every bit is true,
omaneo, it's all for you.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, everything I found.
every drop and every morning, every bit is true,
omaneo, it's all for you.
So drain me to the bottom, there's nothing I would hide,
I'm yours in every small routine, the coffee and the tide.
I'm yours in every small routine, the coffee and the tide.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, poured down to the grounds,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, everything I found.
every drop and every morning, every bit is true,
omaneo, it's all for you.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, everything I found.
every drop and every morning, every bit is true,
omaneo, it's all for you.
take the cup, the kettle,
take the quiet and the noise...
take the quiet and the noise...
I've nothing kept in reserve now, no corner left to lock,
just a full and open cup of me and all the time we've got.
just a full and open cup of me and all the time we've got.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, poured down to the grounds,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, everything I found.
every drop and every morning, every bit is true,
omaneo, it's all for you.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, everything I found.
every drop and every morning, every bit is true,
omaneo, it's all for you.
(low) all of me... omaneo... all of me... omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 12
Crumbs and Sunday
Fauler SonntagKaffee, Krümel und kein Grund aufzustehen.
(whispered) don't get up yet... stay here...
Coffee on the nightstand, the jam beside the bread,
there's crumbs across the pillows and a lazy word unsaid.
The Sunday's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only morning bell I'll ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the pillows and a lazy word unsaid.
The Sunday's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only morning bell I'll ever need to know.
one more idle hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, Sunday in the sheets,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sleepy, slow and sweet.
every crumb a little medal for the staying still,
omaneo, stay until.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sleepy, slow and sweet.
every crumb a little medal for the staying still,
omaneo, stay until.
You've jam upon your bottom lip and coffee on your breath,
and I would trade no palace for these rumpled inches left.
and I would trade no palace for these rumpled inches left.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, Sunday in the sheets,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sleepy, slow and sweet.
every crumb a little medal for the staying still,
omaneo, stay until.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sleepy, slow and sweet.
every crumb a little medal for the staying still,
omaneo, stay until.
let the day start slowly,
let the toast go cold,
there is nowhere I would rather be
than here and growing old...
let the toast go cold,
there is nowhere I would rather be
than here and growing old...
The pillow fort still holding, the phone face-down and dark,
we build a lazy country out of blankets and a spark.
we build a lazy country out of blankets and a spark.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, Sunday in the sheets,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sleepy, slow and sweet.
every crumb a little medal for the staying still,
omaneo, stay until.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, sleepy, slow and sweet.
every crumb a little medal for the staying still,
omaneo, stay until.
(whispered) stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 13
Cold Hands, Warm Cup
Warme Tasse, kalte HändeEin Winterabend, ganz dicht beieinander.
(soft) come in from the cold... give me your hands...
The snow is on the window, the blue hour settling in,
I fold your frozen fingers 'round the cup and tuck them in.
The scarf still smells of outside, your cheek a little chilled,
and winter's just a reason to be near you and be still.
I fold your frozen fingers 'round the cup and tuck them in.
The scarf still smells of outside, your cheek a little chilled,
and winter's just a reason to be near you and be still.
cold hands, warmer heart, love,
let the grey stay out...
let the grey stay out...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm against the snow,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hands around the glow.
every little shiver is a reason to be close,
omaneo, hold it slow.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hands around the glow.
every little shiver is a reason to be close,
omaneo, hold it slow.
Your breath is small and cloudy, your fingers thaw in mine,
between two steaming coffee cups the whole cold world is fine.
between two steaming coffee cups the whole cold world is fine.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm against the snow,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hands around the glow.
every little shiver is a reason to be close,
omaneo, hold it slow.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hands around the glow.
every little shiver is a reason to be close,
omaneo, hold it slow.
let it bury all the rooftops,
let the streetlamps freeze and hum,
I have you and I have coffee
and the quiet yet to come...
let the streetlamps freeze and hum,
I have you and I have coffee
and the quiet yet to come...
We'll wait the winter out in here, one blanket and one light,
two cold hands and one warm cup are all we need tonight.
two cold hands and one warm cup are all we need tonight.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm against the snow,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hands around the glow.
every little shiver is a reason to be close,
omaneo, hold it slow.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, hands around the glow.
every little shiver is a reason to be close,
omaneo, hold it slow.
(soft) stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Singer-Songwriter · Lied 14
One Last Warm Thing
Der letzte SchluckRuhe, Nähe und hinüber in den Schlaf.
(whispered) one last sip... then sleep...
The last cup's rinsed and drying, the lamp is going low,
the day unwinds around us like a fire burning slow.
One quiet, final swallow, your heartbeat at my back,
and all we left unspoken can stay resting in the dark.
the day unwinds around us like a fire burning slow.
One quiet, final swallow, your heartbeat at my back,
and all we left unspoken can stay resting in the dark.
close your eyes now, darling,
let the whole day go...
let the whole day go...
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet at the end,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm and almost spent.
every slowing breath of yours is one more thing to keep,
omaneo, drift to sleep.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm and almost spent.
every slowing breath of yours is one more thing to keep,
omaneo, drift to sleep.
The streetlight through the curtain, the house gone soft and deep,
and you're the last warm sweetness that I carry into sleep.
and you're the last warm sweetness that I carry into sleep.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet at the end,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm and almost spent.
every slowing breath of yours is one more thing to keep,
omaneo, drift to sleep.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm and almost spent.
every slowing breath of yours is one more thing to keep,
omaneo, drift to sleep.
no more words and no more kettle,
just your shoulder rising slow,
one last sweetness fading gently
as the whole house lets us go...
just your shoulder rising slow,
one last sweetness fading gently
as the whole house lets us go...
The blanket pulled up over us, the cups can wait for day,
and the last warmth on my tongue is you, and everything's okay.
and the last warmth on my tongue is you, and everything's okay.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, quiet at the end,
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm and almost spent.
every slowing breath of yours is one more thing to keep,
omaneo, drift to sleep.
omaneo, o-ma-né-o, warm and almost spent.
every slowing breath of yours is one more thing to keep,
omaneo, drift to sleep.
(whispered) goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Los Angeles / Laurel Canyon, USA · späte 1960er und 1970er Jahre
Musikrichtung 23 von 28
Soft Rock
Los Angeles / Laurel Canyon, USA
Soft Rock entstand Ende der 1960er- und in den 1970er-Jahren in den USA, und rund um Los Angeles und das Laurel Canyon fand er seinen warmen, ausgewogenen Klang mit weichen Harmonien und entspannten Tempi. Es ist die Musik des kalifornischen Nachmittagslichts, sanft ohne beliebig zu sein. Bei omaneo begleitet dieser gelassene Fluss den milden, ausgewogenen Kaffee, der Ruhe schenkt statt zu fordern.
↓ die Lieder
Soft Rock · Lied 01
Sunrise on Your Shoulder
Der erste SchluckGoldenes Morgenlicht, Haut und der erste warme Schluck
Ooh... the day is turning gold...
The amber creeps across your shoulder blade,
I trace the sleepy river that the pillow made.
The roaster wakes the kitchen with its low brown hum,
and you stir like the morning knows I've barely begun.
I trace the sleepy river that the pillow made.
The roaster wakes the kitchen with its low brown hum,
and you stir like the morning knows I've barely begun.
No hurry in these minutes,
let the whole world doze...
let the whole world doze...
Omaneo, first sip on my breathing,
omaneo, warm along your spine.
Every golden ember softly leaning,
omaneo, and you are mine.
omaneo, warm along your spine.
Every golden ember softly leaning,
omaneo, and you are mine.
I press the cup against my lip and feel the heat,
but waking up beside your skin is twice as sweet.
but waking up beside your skin is twice as sweet.
Omaneo, first sip on my breathing,
omaneo, warm along your spine.
Every golden ember softly leaning,
omaneo, and you are mine.
omaneo, warm along your spine.
Every golden ember softly leaning,
omaneo, and you are mine.
Let the roaster sing its lullaby,
let the daylight take its time,
there is nothing that could pull me
from this warm and drowsy climb...
let the daylight take its time,
there is nothing that could pull me
from this warm and drowsy climb...
Stay asleep... I'll hold the light...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 02
Two Glasses, Fading Sky
Zwei GlaserEin Anstossen zu zweit, wenn der Himmel sich verfarbt
The sun is bleeding low... pour a little more...
We lit two glasses on the railing as the daylight thinned,
the garnet catching fire from the last of the wind.
The swifts are cutting circles where the roofline turns to blue,
and every quiet second I am falling into you.
the garnet catching fire from the last of the wind.
The swifts are cutting circles where the roofline turns to blue,
and every quiet second I am falling into you.
Let the color linger longer,
let the dusk unwind...
let the dusk unwind...
Omaneo, ruby in the twilight,
omaneo, glowing as it dies.
Every slow horizon turning shy light,
omaneo, into your eyes.
omaneo, glowing as it dies.
Every slow horizon turning shy light,
omaneo, into your eyes.
The coffee's waiting somewhere for a colder hour to come,
but wine and dusk and your soft laugh have made this evening one.
but wine and dusk and your soft laugh have made this evening one.
Omaneo, ruby in the twilight,
omaneo, glowing as it dies.
Every slow horizon turning shy light,
omaneo, into your eyes.
omaneo, glowing as it dies.
Every slow horizon turning shy light,
omaneo, into your eyes.
We don't need another city,
we don't need another view,
just the railing and the garnet
and this whole slow sky with you...
we don't need another view,
just the railing and the garnet
and this whole slow sky with you...
One last glass... one last glow...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 03
A Scent Undoes the Years
Ein Duft, eine ErinnerungDer Duft offnet eine Tur in einen langst vergangenen Sommer
Breathe it in... and there you are again...
A breath of ground espresso and a hint of orange peel,
and suddenly a summer that I thought had lost its feel.
The scent unlocks a hallway that the years had painted grey,
an old apartment, open windows, everything we'd say.
and suddenly a summer that I thought had lost its feel.
The scent unlocks a hallway that the years had painted grey,
an old apartment, open windows, everything we'd say.
Close my eyes and follow
where the steam will lead...
where the steam will lead...
Omaneo, fragrance of a season,
omaneo, drifting through the door.
Every little scent becomes a reason,
omaneo, to want you more.
omaneo, drifting through the door.
Every little scent becomes a reason,
omaneo, to want you more.
The cup is just a keeper of the days I nearly lost,
and every ordinary morning wears a golden frost.
and every ordinary morning wears a golden frost.
Omaneo, fragrance of a season,
omaneo, drifting through the door.
Every little scent becomes a reason,
omaneo, to want you more.
omaneo, drifting through the door.
Every little scent becomes a reason,
omaneo, to want you more.
One warm and rising ribbon
and the whole of then is here,
your perfume in the coffee,
and the past so bright and near...
and the whole of then is here,
your perfume in the coffee,
and the past so bright and near...
Back again... just for a breath...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 04
Fingertips on Linen
FingerspitzenZwei Hande finden sich langsam uber dem Tisch
Closer now... just your hand...
The waiters fold the corners and the low lamps start to fade,
our cortados long gone cold now on the linen that we've stayed.
Your fingers cross the tablecloth like water finding stone,
and every candle in the room decides to leave us alone.
our cortados long gone cold now on the linen that we've stayed.
Your fingers cross the tablecloth like water finding stone,
and every candle in the room decides to leave us alone.
Don't you say a single word, love,
let your fingers speak...
let your fingers speak...
Omaneo, softer than the linen,
omaneo, warm across the white.
Every quiet touch a slow beginning,
omaneo, holds the night.
omaneo, warm across the white.
Every quiet touch a slow beginning,
omaneo, holds the night.
They're dimming down the windows and they're sweeping up the floor,
but here between our fingertips it's dawn and nothing more.
but here between our fingertips it's dawn and nothing more.
Omaneo, softer than the linen,
omaneo, warm across the white.
Every quiet touch a slow beginning,
omaneo, holds the night.
omaneo, warm across the white.
Every quiet touch a slow beginning,
omaneo, holds the night.
Let them close the whole cafe down,
let the last chair leave the room,
I have found the only country
in the warmth beneath your thumb...
let the last chair leave the room,
I have found the only country
in the warmth beneath your thumb...
Stay right there... don't move your hand...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 05
Cocoa on Your Mouth
Dunkle SchokoladeBitter, dann schmelzend - ein Kuss im warmen Schatten
Come here... let me taste the dark on you...
Bitter on the first press, then the melting rolls right in,
dark cocoa and a ristretto and the fever of your skin.
The record turns its final groove, the wick is running thin,
and every kiss goes deeper than the shallow one had been.
dark cocoa and a ristretto and the fever of your skin.
The record turns its final groove, the wick is running thin,
and every kiss goes deeper than the shallow one had been.
Slower now, my sweetness,
let it turn to gold...
let it turn to gold...
Omaneo, cocoa in the shadows,
omaneo, melting on your mouth.
Every slow deep kiss the whole world hollows,
omaneo, pulling south.
omaneo, melting on your mouth.
Every slow deep kiss the whole world hollows,
omaneo, pulling south.
The cup sits warm and lonely on the corner of the shelf,
but you are darker, sweeter, and I've lost all of myself.
but you are darker, sweeter, and I've lost all of myself.
Omaneo, cocoa in the shadows,
omaneo, melting on your mouth.
Every slow deep kiss the whole world hollows,
omaneo, pulling south.
omaneo, melting on your mouth.
Every slow deep kiss the whole world hollows,
omaneo, pulling south.
Let the candle drown its own light,
let the last note fall away,
there's a bitterness turned tender
in the way you make me stay...
let the last note fall away,
there's a bitterness turned tender
in the way you make me stay...
One more... slow and dark... one more...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 06
Salt, Steam and Wine
NaheDer warme Duft frisch gerosteter Bohnen, geteilt zu zweit
Hand me the pepper, love... come stand right here...
The garlic hits the olive oil, the window fogs with steam,
you dip a spoon and hold it up like tasting is a dream.
The moka pot is climbing for the after, warm and slow,
but right now it's your hip against the counter's little glow.
you dip a spoon and hold it up like tasting is a dream.
The moka pot is climbing for the after, warm and slow,
but right now it's your hip against the counter's little glow.
Stir it, taste it, tell me,
does it need a while...
does it need a while...
Omaneo, simmer in the kitchen,
omaneo, salt and steam and wine.
Every little stir a soft addiction,
omaneo, and you're mine.
omaneo, salt and steam and wine.
Every little stir a soft addiction,
omaneo, and you're mine.
We over-salt the simple things and laugh and start anew,
and every burned and blessed-up plate was cooked for only two.
and every burned and blessed-up plate was cooked for only two.
Omaneo, simmer in the kitchen,
omaneo, salt and steam and wine.
Every little stir a soft addiction,
omaneo, and you're mine.
omaneo, salt and steam and wine.
Every little stir a soft addiction,
omaneo, and you're mine.
Let the dinner take its own time,
let the moka softly moan,
there's a whole life in the nearness
of a kitchen we can own...
let the moka softly moan,
there's a whole life in the nearness
of a kitchen we can own...
One more taste... one more sip...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 07
Warm Behind the Rain
Warm hinterm RegenDrinnen Dampf und Warme, wahrend draussen der Regen fallt
Listen... it's coming down... move closer to the warm...
The gutters sing their silver song, the street goes soft and grey,
but in here it is amber and you've chosen not to stray.
Two cups of something steaming and a throw across your knees,
the storm can own the evening while I own the warmth of these.
but in here it is amber and you've chosen not to stray.
Two cups of something steaming and a throw across your knees,
the storm can own the evening while I own the warmth of these.
Let it drum against the glass, love,
we are staying dry...
we are staying dry...
Omaneo, warmer than the weather,
omaneo, breath against the pane.
Every falling drop just knots us tighter,
omaneo, let it rain.
omaneo, breath against the pane.
Every falling drop just knots us tighter,
omaneo, let it rain.
The kettle hums its little hymn, the vinyl slowly turns,
and somewhere in the thunder is the calm a long day earns.
and somewhere in the thunder is the calm a long day earns.
Omaneo, warmer than the weather,
omaneo, breath against the pane.
Every falling drop just knots us tighter,
omaneo, let it rain.
omaneo, breath against the pane.
Every falling drop just knots us tighter,
omaneo, let it rain.
Let the whole sky come unravel,
let the downpour have the town,
we have coffee, we have blankets,
we have skin to settle down...
let the downpour have the town,
we have coffee, we have blankets,
we have skin to settle down...
Stay inside... stay warm...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 08
The Way I Brew You Love
Das RitualFür dich gebrüht, mit jeder liebevollen Handbewegung.
Stay under the covers... let me carry it to you...
I know the way you want it, one sugar, gentle strength,
I've learned it like a melody I'd hum at any length.
The grinder and the gooseneck, the little morning art,
I brew your coffee, darling, the way I tend your heart.
I've learned it like a melody I'd hum at any length.
The grinder and the gooseneck, the little morning art,
I brew your coffee, darling, the way I tend your heart.
Steam is climbing slowly,
morning on its way...
morning on its way...
Omaneo, poured with all my keeping,
omaneo, carried to your side.
Every little sunrise worth the reaping,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
omaneo, carried to your side.
Every little sunrise worth the reaping,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
It's more than daily habit, it's the way I say I stay,
the smallest kind of vow I bring and lay beside your day.
the smallest kind of vow I bring and lay beside your day.
Omaneo, poured with all my keeping,
omaneo, carried to your side.
Every little sunrise worth the reaping,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
omaneo, carried to your side.
Every little sunrise worth the reaping,
omaneo, my quiet pride.
There's a devotion in the details,
in the crema, in the heat,
in the mug I set beside you
so your morning tastes complete...
in the crema, in the heat,
in the mug I set beside you
so your morning tastes complete...
Here it is... just how you love it...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 09
Every Little Circle
Langsamer MorgenNähe und Wärme, ganz ohne Eile.
No record needed... just come here to me...
The dishes wait forever, the pendant light hangs low,
I catch your hand and reel you in and slow as syrup, go.
The tiles are cool as river stones, the espresso going cold,
your temple on my collarbone the only thing I hold.
I catch your hand and reel you in and slow as syrup, go.
The tiles are cool as river stones, the espresso going cold,
your temple on my collarbone the only thing I hold.
One step and then another,
nowhere else to be...
nowhere else to be...
Omaneo, turning in the kitchen,
omaneo, swaying in the low.
Every little circle a decision,
omaneo, don't let go.
omaneo, swaying in the low.
Every little circle a decision,
omaneo, don't let go.
The fridge keeps up its humming, the wall clock loses time,
and this is how I love you, off the beat and out of line.
and this is how I love you, off the beat and out of line.
Omaneo, turning in the kitchen,
omaneo, swaying in the low.
Every little circle a decision,
omaneo, don't let go.
omaneo, swaying in the low.
Every little circle a decision,
omaneo, don't let go.
Let the whole house go to quiet,
let the coffee cool to stone,
there is music in your breathing
and it's ours and ours alone...
let the coffee cool to stone,
there is music in your breathing
and it's ours and ours alone...
One more turn... one more sway...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 10
Iced Coffee, Golden Skin
Sommer auf der HautEin Schluck, ein Sonnenlicht, eine Berührung.
Come... the summer's on your skin...
Cold brew sweating on the sill, the afternoon stands still,
your shoulder catching sunlight and I know just what I will.
A kiss that tastes of summer, of espresso and of brine,
the hours stretch out endless when you fill them all with mine.
your shoulder catching sunlight and I know just what I will.
A kiss that tastes of summer, of espresso and of brine,
the hours stretch out endless when you fill them all with mine.
Slower now, my darling,
let the sun hold on...
let the sun hold on...
Omaneo, sweet as any August,
omaneo, warm on golden skin.
Every sip of you becomes a promise,
omaneo, let me in.
omaneo, warm on golden skin.
Every sip of you becomes a promise,
omaneo, let me in.
The sand, the open window, the coffee gone to rings,
but you keep glowing brighter, my slow and easy thing.
but you keep glowing brighter, my slow and easy thing.
Omaneo, sweet as any August,
omaneo, warm on golden skin.
Every sip of you becomes a promise,
omaneo, let me in.
omaneo, warm on golden skin.
Every sip of you becomes a promise,
omaneo, let me in.
Let the summer never finish,
let the ice go soft and clear,
there's a whole warm world of nothing
that I only want to share...
let the ice go soft and clear,
there's a whole warm world of nothing
that I only want to share...
Stay a little... one more sun...
omaneo...
omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 11
Every Drop I Own
HingabeJeder Tropfen gehört dir, bis auf den letzten.
Take it... take the whole of me... it was always yours...
I never gave it easy, but you found the hidden key,
you poured into my silence like a tide inside of me.
The coffee and the candle, the wine, the rain, the sun,
they were only open doorways and you walked through every one.
you poured into my silence like a tide inside of me.
The coffee and the candle, the wine, the rain, the sun,
they were only open doorways and you walked through every one.
No holding back this evening,
nothing left to guard...
nothing left to guard...
Omaneo, every drop I'm giving,
omaneo, all of it is true.
Every single morning that I'm living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
omaneo, all of it is true.
Every single morning that I'm living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
So pour me out completely, I've nothing left to hoard,
I'm yours in every ritual, in worship and reward.
I'm yours in every ritual, in worship and reward.
Omaneo, every drop I'm giving,
omaneo, all of it is true.
Every single morning that I'm living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
omaneo, all of it is true.
Every single morning that I'm living,
omaneo, belongs to you.
Here's the last of my devotion,
here's the bottom of the cup,
take the grounds and take the water,
take it all and drink me up...
here's the bottom of the cup,
take the grounds and take the water,
take it all and drink me up...
All of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
all of me... omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 12
Crumbs and Lazy Light
Fauler MorgenKrümel, Küsse und ein warmer Milchschaum.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love... stay a little longer...
A flat white on the nightstand and the brioche going cool,
there's crumbs across the linen and we're breaking every rule.
The morning's in no hurry, the blinds are barely gold,
and your yawn's the only clock I need the whole day to be told.
there's crumbs across the linen and we're breaking every rule.
The morning's in no hurry, the blinds are barely gold,
and your yawn's the only clock I need the whole day to be told.
One more idle hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
Omaneo, breakfast in the pillows,
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft hello,
omaneo, don't let go.
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft hello,
omaneo, don't let go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of espresso and of you,
the world outside can keep on turning, we've got nothing left to do.
the world outside can keep on turning, we've got nothing left to do.
Omaneo, breakfast in the pillows,
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft hello,
omaneo, don't let go.
omaneo, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft hello,
omaneo, don't let go.
Let the daylight start without us,
let the coffee lose its steam,
there is nowhere I'd be rather
than half-lost inside this dream...
let the coffee lose its steam,
there is nowhere I'd be rather
than half-lost inside this dream...
Stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 13
Warm Against December
Warm gegen den WinterEine heiße Tasse zwischen kalten Händen.
Come in from the frost, love... let me hold your hands...
The ice has drawn its ferns across the window's frozen blue,
I fold your fingers 'round the mug and pull the whole of you.
The steam is climbing softly, the old heater ticks and hums,
and winter's just the reason that I hold you till it comes.
I fold your fingers 'round the mug and pull the whole of you.
The steam is climbing softly, the old heater ticks and hums,
and winter's just the reason that I hold you till it comes.
Cold hands, warmer heart, love,
leave the freeze outside...
leave the freeze outside...
Omaneo, warm against December,
omaneo, steam and frost and skin.
Every slow sip something to remember,
omaneo, come on in.
omaneo, steam and frost and skin.
Every slow sip something to remember,
omaneo, come on in.
Your cheek is cold as moonlight, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the room is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the room is warm and loud.
Omaneo, warm against December,
omaneo, steam and frost and skin.
Every slow sip something to remember,
omaneo, come on in.
omaneo, steam and frost and skin.
Every slow sip something to remember,
omaneo, come on in.
Let the snow blur out the window,
let the grey street freeze to bone,
we have candles, we have coffee,
we have warmth to call our own...
let the grey street freeze to bone,
we have candles, we have coffee,
we have warmth to call our own...
Stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Soft Rock · Lied 14
The Candle Burns to Shore
Der letzte SchluckRuhe, Nähe und das leise Ende des Tages.
last swallow, love... then sleep... come lie with me...
The cups are cooling in the sink, the candle burns to shore,
the long day folds around us like a tide that wants no more.
One last warm and quiet swallow, your head against my chest,
and all we left unspoken can lie down, my love, and rest.
the long day folds around us like a tide that wants no more.
One last warm and quiet swallow, your head against my chest,
and all we left unspoken can lie down, my love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the whole day go...
let the whole day go...
Omaneo, quiet as the ember,
omaneo, warm and nearly gone.
Every softer breath a slow surrender,
omaneo, till the dawn.
omaneo, warm and nearly gone.
Every softer breath a slow surrender,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house has finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you're the last sweet warmth I fold and carry into mind.
and you're the last sweet warmth I fold and carry into mind.
Omaneo, quiet as the ember,
omaneo, warm and nearly gone.
Every softer breath a slow surrender,
omaneo, till the dawn.
omaneo, warm and nearly gone.
Every softer breath a slow surrender,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more brewing,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warm taste of evening,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warm taste of evening,
and a quiet I can keep...
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Detroit, Michigan, USA · späte 1950er und 1960er Jahre
Musikrichtung 24 von 28
Soul
Detroit, Michigan, USA
Soul entstand in den späten 1950er- und den 1960er-Jahren in afroamerikanischen Gemeinden der USA aus Gospel und Rhythm and Blues, und Detroit gab ihm mit dem Motown-Sound eine weltweite Stimme. Diese Musik trägt Wärme, Gefühl und eine tiefe menschliche Nähe. Bei omaneo steht Soul für den Kaffee, der von Herzen kommt: vollmundig, echt und voller Geborgenheit.
↓ die Lieder
Soul · Lied 01
The Taste of Gold
Der erste SchluckEin warmer Morgenkaffee mit Herz beim Erwachen.
Mmm... good morning, love...
Sunlight lying soft across your skin
I move so slow, don't want to wake you in
The kettle sighs like it knows my heart
Two little cups before the day can start
The scent of it is rising, dark and deep
A memory of every night we keep
I move so slow, don't want to wake you in
The kettle sighs like it knows my heart
Two little cups before the day can start
The scent of it is rising, dark and deep
A memory of every night we keep
And I could drown in this, the quiet and the steam
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
You turn to me with your hair undone
Half a dream and the rising sun
I trace the morning down your spine
Bitter and sweet, your lips on mine
The wine still hums from the night before
and I want this slow forever, nothing more
Half a dream and the rising sun
I trace the morning down your spine
Bitter and sweet, your lips on mine
The wine still hums from the night before
and I want this slow forever, nothing more
And I could stay right here where the whole world seems to gleam
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
Every scent a doorway to a night we knew
Coffee, skin, and candlelight, and you
I don't need the world outside this room
just the steam, the touch, the slow perfume
Coffee, skin, and candlelight, and you
I don't need the world outside this room
just the steam, the touch, the slow perfume
So let the morning take its lazy time
your heartbeat and this cup of mine
one more sip and one more kiss to give
this is how a man was born to live
your heartbeat and this cup of mine
one more sip and one more kiss to give
this is how a man was born to live
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
Mmm... o-ma-né-o...
the first warm cup and the morning glow...
the first warm cup and the morning glow...
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Soul · Lied 02
Velvet on My Skin
Dämmerung zu zweitEin zärtlicher Guss, sinnliche Nähe im weichen Licht.
Come sit with me... the light is going low...
Two glasses breathing on the windowsill
the city softens and the day goes still
A candle leaning, gold across your face
and nothing in this world would take your place
The coffee's cold, we let the evening pour
your bare feet resting on the kitchen floor
the city softens and the day goes still
A candle leaning, gold across your face
and nothing in this world would take your place
The coffee's cold, we let the evening pour
your bare feet resting on the kitchen floor
And the dusk comes down like velvet on my skin
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
You tell me secrets I already knew
the way the evening leans us into blue
I taste the red still humming on your mouth
a slow warm south, a heart that's heading south
The record turns, we barely even move
just two soft shadows finding their own groove
the way the evening leans us into blue
I taste the red still humming on your mouth
a slow warm south, a heart that's heading south
The record turns, we barely even move
just two soft shadows finding their own groove
And the dusk comes down and the whole room starts to gleam
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
One more pour and the night's ours to keep
your hand in mine as the streetlights fall asleep
Every flavour is a door back to your name
coffee, wine, and candle, all the same
your hand in mine as the streetlights fall asleep
Every flavour is a door back to your name
coffee, wine, and candle, all the same
So let the dusk take all the time it needs
your heartbeat and the wine and me
your heartbeat and the wine and me
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
the wine, the dark, the amber glow
your half a smile and the words we don't
omaneo, stay with me and I won't let go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... stay with me...
the wine, the dark, the amber glow...
the wine, the dark, the amber glow...
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Soul · Lied 03
Everything With Our Hands
Hände am TischEine Hand, warmes Glas, Intimität im Kerzenschein.
Reach for me... just a little closer...
The plates are quiet and the wine is poured
two little cups of something we adored
I watch your fingers resting near my own
the smallest distance and I'm never alone
The candle trembles when you start to lean
the warmest inch I think I've ever seen
two little cups of something we adored
I watch your fingers resting near my own
the smallest distance and I'm never alone
The candle trembles when you start to lean
the warmest inch I think I've ever seen
And I would cross a hundred tables just to feel
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
A thumb that circles slow across my skin
and every nerve remembers where we've been
The supper's done but neither of us stands
we're saying everything with just our hands
The steam curls up between the two of us
a quiet church, a soft and holy fuss
and every nerve remembers where we've been
The supper's done but neither of us stands
we're saying everything with just our hands
The steam curls up between the two of us
a quiet church, a soft and holy fuss
And I would cross a hundred oceans just to feel
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
Skin remembers what the words forget
the first shy touch, the one we won't regret
Give me your palm and I'll give you the world
fingers laced and the evening gently curled
the first shy touch, the one we won't regret
Give me your palm and I'll give you the world
fingers laced and the evening gently curled
So leave the dishes, leave the fading light
just keep your hand in mine tonight
just keep your hand in mine tonight
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow
the coffee cooling, the whole night slow
omaneo, don't you ever let it go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... reach for me...
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow...
your hand, my hand, and the candle glow...
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Soul · Lied 04
Melting on My Tongue
Dunkle SchokoladeBittersüße Crema, warm wie ein langsamer Kuss.
Come here... let me taste the night on you...
Bitter on the edges, sweet down in the deep
like the last dark square I wasn't gonna keep
Your mouth is cocoa, midnight, seventy per cent
and every second's slow and heaven-sent
The espresso's humming somewhere on the stove
but you're the richer thing I ever loved
like the last dark square I wasn't gonna keep
Your mouth is cocoa, midnight, seventy per cent
and every second's slow and heaven-sent
The espresso's humming somewhere on the stove
but you're the richer thing I ever loved
And I dissolve so slow the way the good things do
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
A little salt, a little burn, a little bloom
like coffee crema breaking in the room
I chase the flavour lingering on your lips
your fingertips, your hips, your slow eclipse
We don't need sugar, we've got all this heat
two bitter hearts made unbelievably sweet
like coffee crema breaking in the room
I chase the flavour lingering on your lips
your fingertips, your hips, your slow eclipse
We don't need sugar, we've got all this heat
two bitter hearts made unbelievably sweet
And I dissolve so slow the way the good things move
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
Every taste's a memory I keep
dark and slow and impossibly deep
Give me the burn and give me the bloom
the cocoa, the coffee, the candle, the room
dark and slow and impossibly deep
Give me the burn and give me the bloom
the cocoa, the coffee, the candle, the room
So let it melt and take its own sweet time
your dark warm mouth on mine
your dark warm mouth on mine
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow
bitter, sweet, and melting on my tongue
omaneo, hold the night till it's undone
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... melting slow...
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow...
dark as cocoa, warm as afterglow...
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Soul · Lied 05
Rivers Down the Glass
Regen am FensterDrinnen Wärme und Kaffee, während es draußen regnet.
Listen... it's raining... come closer to me...
The rain is writing rivers down the glass
and we're not going anywhere, let it pass
Two mugs are steaming on the windowsill
the world is grey but in here it's warm and still
Your head is heavy resting on my chest
your heartbeat slow, the storm can do the rest
and we're not going anywhere, let it pass
Two mugs are steaming on the windowsill
the world is grey but in here it's warm and still
Your head is heavy resting on my chest
your heartbeat slow, the storm can do the rest
And let it pour, let it pour, we've got all we need
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the fire's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the fire's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
The thunder's far and the blanket's pulled up tight
you trace a heart on the fog of failing light
We let the afternoon just drift and fade
two lazy shadows and the storm we made
The kettle's on for the second slow round
your sleepy laugh is my favourite sound
you trace a heart on the fog of failing light
We let the afternoon just drift and fade
two lazy shadows and the storm we made
The kettle's on for the second slow round
your sleepy laugh is my favourite sound
And let it pour, let it pour, let the whole sky bleed
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the fire's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the fire's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
Every drop's a reason to stay in
your warmth, the steam, and the rain on tin
Give me the storm and give me your skin
let the whole grey day come pouring in
your warmth, the steam, and the rain on tin
Give me the storm and give me your skin
let the whole grey day come pouring in
So let it rain until the streetlights come
your heartbeat and the storm and the hum
your heartbeat and the storm and the hum
Stay with me, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside and the fire's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
the rain outside and the fire's glow
your skin on mine and the coffee slow
omaneo, I don't care where the grey clouds go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... stay with me...
the rain outside and the fire's glow...
the rain outside and the fire's glow...
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Soul · Lied 06
Two Barefoot Dancers
Langsamer TanzDampfender Kaffee im goldenen Küchenlicht.
No music needed... just come here... dance with me...
The dishes wait and the radio is low
the kettle ticking, the kitchen's amber glow
I take your hand and I pull you off the chair
we sway to nothing but the coffee in the air
Your cheek finds mine and the floor becomes a stage
two barefoot dancers turning the last page
the kettle ticking, the kitchen's amber glow
I take your hand and I pull you off the chair
we sway to nothing but the coffee in the air
Your cheek finds mine and the floor becomes a stage
two barefoot dancers turning the last page
And we don't need a ballroom, just this little light
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
Your hips remember what the years forget
the first slow turn, the night we haven't met
I hum a little something in your ear
the only song I need is you right here
The espresso cools, we let it, we don't mind
we've got a slower rhythm now to find
the first slow turn, the night we haven't met
I hum a little something in your ear
the only song I need is you right here
The espresso cools, we let it, we don't mind
we've got a slower rhythm now to find
And we don't need a ballroom, just this candle bright
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
Every turn's a vow I never said
your warmth, the steam, the kitchen painted red
Give me one more song with no music at all
just your slow breath and the shadows on the wall
your warmth, the steam, the kitchen painted red
Give me one more song with no music at all
just your slow breath and the shadows on the wall
So let us sway till the coffee's gone cold
two hearts learning how to grow old
two hearts learning how to grow old
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
round and round in the midnight slow
your heart, my hand, and the kettle's glow
omaneo, let the whole world go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... dance with me...
round and round in the midnight slow...
round and round in the midnight slow...
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Soul · Lied 07
Everything I Am
Für dich gemachtDas Ritual: Kaffee, eine Rose, ein kleines Herz.
Stay in bed, love... let me do this for you...
I know your cup, the one you always choose
the little chip, the blue you'd never lose
I grind it slow, I let the water rest
the way you like it, gentle, at its best
A spoon of cream, a whisper of the sweet
I learned by heart, I made your taste complete
the little chip, the blue you'd never lose
I grind it slow, I let the water rest
the way you like it, gentle, at its best
A spoon of cream, a whisper of the sweet
I learned by heart, I made your taste complete
And every morning is a prayer I get to keep
This is for you, o-ma-né-o
the cup I carry through the morning glow
made with my hands and the love I owe
omaneo, everything I am, I pour it slow
the cup I carry through the morning glow
made with my hands and the love I owe
omaneo, everything I am, I pour it slow
I carry it careful up the creaking stair
the steam, the scent, a ribbon in the air
You lift your eyes still heavy with the night
and that first sip turns everything to light
I don't need thanks, I don't need any more
your quiet smile is all I'm living for
the steam, the scent, a ribbon in the air
You lift your eyes still heavy with the night
and that first sip turns everything to light
I don't need thanks, I don't need any more
your quiet smile is all I'm living for
And every morning is a vow I softly keep
This is for you, o-ma-né-o
the cup I carry through the morning glow
made with my hands and the love I owe
omaneo, everything I am, I pour it slow
the cup I carry through the morning glow
made with my hands and the love I owe
omaneo, everything I am, I pour it slow
Let me be the small things done with care
the warmth, the cup, the ritual we share
A thousand mornings, each one just the same
each one a way of saying out your name
the warmth, the cup, the ritual we share
A thousand mornings, each one just the same
each one a way of saying out your name
So let me serve you till my hands grow old
your coffee warm before the world turns cold
your coffee warm before the world turns cold
This is for you, o-ma-né-o
the cup I carry through the morning glow
made with my hands and the love I owe
omaneo, everything I am, I pour it slow
the cup I carry through the morning glow
made with my hands and the love I owe
omaneo, everything I am, I pour it slow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... this is for you...
the cup I carry through the morning glow...
the cup I carry through the morning glow...
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Soul · Lied 08
A Scent Can Open Doors
Der Duft der ErinnerungRöstaroma auf warmem Holz – ein Duft, der dich zurückbringt.
That smell... it just... it takes me right back to you...
A café door swung open on the street
and suddenly the past was at my feet
Roast and rain and something in the air
and there you were, though you were never there
The steam rose up and carried me away
to one small kitchen and a nameless day
and suddenly the past was at my feet
Roast and rain and something in the air
and there you were, though you were never there
The steam rose up and carried me away
to one small kitchen and a nameless day
And a scent can open doors that time had locked away
Bring me back, o-ma-né-o
the coffee-scent from long ago
your perfume, wine, and the candle glow
omaneo, memory won't let you go
the coffee-scent from long ago
your perfume, wine, and the candle glow
omaneo, memory won't let you go
A cinnamon, a clove, a trace of you
and every year I lost comes flooding through
I close my eyes above the little cup
and all the tenderness comes rising up
The past is warm, it's steaming in my hands
a love the heart remembers, understands
and every year I lost comes flooding through
I close my eyes above the little cup
and all the tenderness comes rising up
The past is warm, it's steaming in my hands
a love the heart remembers, understands
And a scent can open doors the years had sealed away
Bring me back, o-ma-né-o
the coffee-scent from long ago
your perfume, wine, and the candle glow
omaneo, memory won't let you go
the coffee-scent from long ago
your perfume, wine, and the candle glow
omaneo, memory won't let you go
Every flavour is a photograph
your whispered word, your low and secret laugh
Give me the roast, the rain, the evening blue
and I am nineteen and in love with you
your whispered word, your low and secret laugh
Give me the roast, the rain, the evening blue
and I am nineteen and in love with you
So let the scent keep bringing you around
your ghost, this cup, this holy ground
your ghost, this cup, this holy ground
Bring me back, o-ma-né-o
the coffee-scent from long ago
your perfume, wine, and the candle glow
omaneo, memory won't let you go
the coffee-scent from long ago
your perfume, wine, and the candle glow
omaneo, memory won't let you go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... bring me back...
the coffee-scent from long ago...
the coffee-scent from long ago...
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Soul · Lied 09
Too Close to Eat
Zu zweitWarmer Milchschaum, ein Herz – Nähe, die man schmeckt.
Hand me the wine, love... come stand a little closer...
The garlic's blooming golden in the pan
your hip against my hip, the way we can
I stir the pot, you steal a slow, warm taste
your arms around my middle, no more haste
A glass of red between the two of us
the stove, the steam, the small delicious fuss
your hip against my hip, the way we can
I stir the pot, you steal a slow, warm taste
your arms around my middle, no more haste
A glass of red between the two of us
the stove, the steam, the small delicious fuss
And we are making more than supper here tonight
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the steam, the burner's glow
your hands on mine as the flavours grow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd go
the wine, the steam, the burner's glow
your hands on mine as the flavours grow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd go
You taste the sauce and hum against my neck
we've made a beautiful and lovely wreck
The coffee's waiting for the after-glow
but first this pot, this pouring, soft and slow
We salt, we laugh, we let the burner sing
and cooking close is such a tender thing
we've made a beautiful and lovely wreck
The coffee's waiting for the after-glow
but first this pot, this pouring, soft and slow
We salt, we laugh, we let the burner sing
and cooking close is such a tender thing
And we are making more than supper, more than light
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the steam, the burner's glow
your hands on mine as the flavours grow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd go
the wine, the steam, the burner's glow
your hands on mine as the flavours grow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd go
Every flavour is a way to stay
too close to eat, too close to move away
Give me the steam, the salt, the second pour
and this small kitchen, ours forevermore
too close to eat, too close to move away
Give me the steam, the salt, the second pour
and this small kitchen, ours forevermore
So let the supper simmer, let it wait
your warmth beside me, love can't be late
your warmth beside me, love can't be late
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the wine, the steam, the burner's glow
your hands on mine as the flavours grow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd go
the wine, the steam, the burner's glow
your hands on mine as the flavours grow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... cook with me...
the wine, the steam, the burner's glow...
the wine, the steam, the burner's glow...
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Soul · Lied 10
Honey, Thick and Slow
Sommer auf der HautEiskaffee im Glas – der Sommer als kühle Süße.
Come lie with me... the whole warm summer's ours...
The iced coffee sweating in your hand
your shoulders golden, brown as summer sand
A slice of peach, a drop along your wrist
I lean and catch the sweetness with a kiss
The afternoon is honey, thick and slow
and every hour's got that lazy glow
your shoulders golden, brown as summer sand
A slice of peach, a drop along your wrist
I lean and catch the sweetness with a kiss
The afternoon is honey, thick and slow
and every hour's got that lazy glow
And summer tastes like everything I'll never lose
Taste the sun, o-ma-né-o
cold sweet coffee and the summer glow
your salt, your peach, your skin below
omaneo, let the whole warm season slow
cold sweet coffee and the summer glow
your salt, your peach, your skin below
omaneo, let the whole warm season slow
The cicadas hum a low and drowsy tune
your laughter tangled in the afternoon
I trace the sunlight cooling on your spine
you taste of melon, salt, and lazy wine
We've got no place to be, no time to keep
just warm bare skin and the shade so deep
your laughter tangled in the afternoon
I trace the sunlight cooling on your spine
you taste of melon, salt, and lazy wine
We've got no place to be, no time to keep
just warm bare skin and the shade so deep
And summer tastes like every day I'd never choose to lose
Taste the sun, o-ma-né-o
cold sweet coffee and the summer glow
your salt, your peach, your skin below
omaneo, let the whole warm season slow
cold sweet coffee and the summer glow
your salt, your peach, your skin below
omaneo, let the whole warm season slow
Every flavour is a golden day
the peach, the sweat, the way you melt away
Give me the heat, the shade, the dripping sweet
and summer living slow beneath the sheet
the peach, the sweat, the way you melt away
Give me the heat, the shade, the dripping sweet
and summer living slow beneath the sheet
So let the season simmer, let it stay
your warm brown skin, the endless day
your warm brown skin, the endless day
Taste the sun, o-ma-né-o
cold sweet coffee and the summer glow
your salt, your peach, your skin below
omaneo, let the whole warm season slow
cold sweet coffee and the summer glow
your salt, your peach, your skin below
omaneo, let the whole warm season slow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... taste the sun...
cold sweet coffee and the summer glow...
cold sweet coffee and the summer glow...
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Soul · Lied 11
The Body and the Soul
Ganz und garEine Tasse im warmen Sessellicht – hingegeben, ganz für dich.
Take it... take all of it... it was always yours...
I pour myself the way I pour the cup
no half-measures, love, I'm giving up
the walls, the pride, the careful things I kept
surrendered slow with every breath I've wept
The coffee's dark and honest in my hand
as open as I'm finally learning to stand
no half-measures, love, I'm giving up
the walls, the pride, the careful things I kept
surrendered slow with every breath I've wept
The coffee's dark and honest in my hand
as open as I'm finally learning to stand
And I've got nothing left to hide behind from you
All of me, o-ma-né-o
heart poured out like the coffee's flow
take the bitter, take the afterglow
omaneo, everything I have to give, I owe
heart poured out like the coffee's flow
take the bitter, take the afterglow
omaneo, everything I have to give, I owe
You taste the wine and you taste my open heart
no careful ending and no clever start
Just hands and steam and everything laid bare
the deepest cup, the love beyond compare
I'm yours the way the crema meets the rim
complete, devoted, filled up to the brim
no careful ending and no clever start
Just hands and steam and everything laid bare
the deepest cup, the love beyond compare
I'm yours the way the crema meets the rim
complete, devoted, filled up to the brim
And I've got nothing left to keep away from you
All of me, o-ma-né-o
heart poured out like the coffee's flow
take the bitter, take the afterglow
omaneo, everything I have to give, I owe
heart poured out like the coffee's flow
take the bitter, take the afterglow
omaneo, everything I have to give, I owe
Every flavour is a way to say
I'm yours, I'm yours, and I won't turn away
Give me your hands and I'll give you the whole
the coffee, the wine, the body and the soul
I'm yours, I'm yours, and I won't turn away
Give me your hands and I'll give you the whole
the coffee, the wine, the body and the soul
So take me slow and take me till I'm through
there's nothing left of me that isn't you
there's nothing left of me that isn't you
All of me, o-ma-né-o
heart poured out like the coffee's flow
take the bitter, take the afterglow
omaneo, everything I have to give, I owe
heart poured out like the coffee's flow
take the bitter, take the afterglow
omaneo, everything I have to give, I owe
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... all of me...
heart poured out like the coffee's flow...
heart poured out like the coffee's flow...
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Soul · Lied 12
A Kiss That Tastes of Butter
Fauler MorgenWarme Tasse in der Hand – bleib noch eine Stunde.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Soul · Lied 13
Come Let Me In
WinterhändeWarme Tasse zwischen kalten Händen – komm näher.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Soul · Lied 14
The Last Warmth
Der letzte SchluckEin letzter warmer Schluck, ganz still – dann Ruhe.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Harlem, New York City, USA · 1930er Jahre (Swing-Ära)
Musikrichtung 25 von 28
Swing
Harlem, New York City, USA
Swing entwickelte sich aus dem Jazz in den späten 1920er- und 1930er-Jahren in den USA, und Harlem in New York war mit seinen Ballsälen und Orchestern eines seiner glänzenden Zentren. Der wippende, tanzbare Puls machte die Musik zur beliebtesten ihrer Zeit und füllte die Säle mit Bewegung und Lebensfreude. Bei omaneo bringt dieser beschwingte Rhythmus das Prickeln in den Morgen, den ersten Espresso, der die Füße schon leicht mitwippen lässt.
↓ die Lieder
Swing · Lied 01
Gold Across Your Skin
Der erste SchluckMorgenlicht auf dem Holz, warme Tasse, langsames Erwachen.
Mmm... good morning, love...
The light comes creeping gold across your skin
I pour the dark and let the morning in
Your lashes flutter, sleepy and so sweet
Steam and your warmth are all I'll ever need
I pour the dark and let the morning in
Your lashes flutter, sleepy and so sweet
Steam and your warmth are all I'll ever need
One sip of heaven, one taste of you
Everything golden, everything true
Everything golden, everything true
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
The first warm cup and the morning glow
Your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
The first warm cup and the morning glow
Your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
The cream unfurls like clouds inside the blue
And every drop I'm falling into you
A kiss of caffeine on your softest lip
My darling darling, take another sip
And every drop I'm falling into you
A kiss of caffeine on your softest lip
My darling darling, take another sip
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
The first warm cup and the morning glow
Your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
The first warm cup and the morning glow
Your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
Stay in these covers, let the coffee steam
We'll drift together in a waking dream
We'll drift together in a waking dream
Your fingers find me warm around the cup
The day can wait, my love, don't get up
The day can wait, my love, don't get up
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
The first warm cup and the morning glow
Your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
The first warm cup and the morning glow
Your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
Mmm... just one more sip, my love...
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Swing · Lied 02
Ruby Lips, Whisper Wine
Nähe in der DämmerungWarme Hände, dämmriges Licht – ein Moment ganz nah.
The sun is going down, darling...
Two glasses catch the last of amber light
Your eyes turn wine-red in the falling night
We don't say much, we don't have to at all
Our shoulders touch against the evening wall
Your eyes turn wine-red in the falling night
We don't say much, we don't have to at all
Our shoulders touch against the evening wall
Swirl it slow, let the moment stay
The dusk is ours and it won't fade away
The dusk is ours and it won't fade away
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o
Two glasses trembling in the dusky glow
Your lips are ruby, your whisper wine
omaneo, tonight your heart is mine
Two glasses trembling in the dusky glow
Your lips are ruby, your whisper wine
omaneo, tonight your heart is mine
The candle bows and paints you soft and gold
And every hour I want to have and hold
We trade our secrets in the deepening blue
And every swallow tastes like more of you
And every hour I want to have and hold
We trade our secrets in the deepening blue
And every swallow tastes like more of you
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o
Two glasses trembling in the dusky glow
Your lips are ruby, your whisper wine
omaneo, tonight your heart is mine
Two glasses trembling in the dusky glow
Your lips are ruby, your whisper wine
omaneo, tonight your heart is mine
Let the night grow long, let the world go dim
Just fill me up again up to the brim
Just fill me up again up to the brim
You lean your head into my waiting arm
And I would guard this dusk from every harm
And I would guard this dusk from every harm
Sip it low, o-ma-né-o
Two glasses trembling in the dusky glow
Your lips are ruby, your whisper wine
omaneo, tonight your heart is mine
Two glasses trembling in the dusky glow
Your lips are ruby, your whisper wine
omaneo, tonight your heart is mine
Just you and me and the wine, my love...
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Swing · Lied 03
Circles on My Wrist
Sanfte CremaWarm und samtig, weich wie eine Berührung über dem Tisch.
Reach for me, darling...
The coffee cools between us, growing cold
But your warm fingers reaching feel like gold
Across the linen, past the flickering flame
You touch my hand and softly say my name
But your warm fingers reaching feel like gold
Across the linen, past the flickering flame
You touch my hand and softly say my name
Don't pull away, let your palm stay near
The whole wide world could disappear
The whole wide world could disappear
Hold me close, o-ma-né-o
Hands across the table, don't let go
Your touch is honey, your skin is home
omaneo, I never want to roam
Hands across the table, don't let go
Your touch is honey, your skin is home
omaneo, I never want to roam
Two cups grow cold and neither of us cares
There's only heat where our two hands are pairs
Your thumb draws circles slow along my wrist
And every heartbeat is a thing I've missed
There's only heat where our two hands are pairs
Your thumb draws circles slow along my wrist
And every heartbeat is a thing I've missed
Hold me close, o-ma-né-o
Hands across the table, don't let go
Your touch is honey, your skin is home
omaneo, I never want to roam
Hands across the table, don't let go
Your touch is honey, your skin is home
omaneo, I never want to roam
We do not speak, we do not need the words
Our fingers say the things that can't be heard
Our fingers say the things that can't be heard
The candle burns down low and so do I
As long as your hand's in mine I'll never say goodbye
As long as your hand's in mine I'll never say goodbye
Hold me close, o-ma-né-o
Hands across the table, don't let go
Your touch is honey, your skin is home
omaneo, I never want to roam
Hands across the table, don't let go
Your touch is honey, your skin is home
omaneo, I never want to roam
Just keep your hand in mine...
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Swing · Lied 04
Bitter-Sweet as Midnight
Dunkle SüßeRöstbohnen, dunkel und verführerisch wie ein Kuss aus Schokolade.
Come closer, darling, taste this...
As bitter-sweet as midnight in a cup
Your mouth on mine and I am drinking up
A cocoa darkness melting on my tongue
We taste like coffee, reckless and young
Your mouth on mine and I am drinking up
A cocoa darkness melting on my tongue
We taste like coffee, reckless and young
Rich and heavy, dark and deep
A flavor that I want to keep
A flavor that I want to keep
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
Dark as chocolate, warm as the afterglow
Your lips are cocoa, your love's a feast
omaneo, my sweetest darkest treat
Dark as chocolate, warm as the afterglow
Your lips are cocoa, your love's a feast
omaneo, my sweetest darkest treat
That cocoa shiver running down my spine
A taste of danger and a taste of wine
You melt against me slow as candlelight
And every kiss is deeper than the night
A taste of danger and a taste of wine
You melt against me slow as candlelight
And every kiss is deeper than the night
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
Dark as chocolate, warm as the afterglow
Your lips are cocoa, your love's a feast
omaneo, my sweetest darkest treat
Dark as chocolate, warm as the afterglow
Your lips are cocoa, your love's a feast
omaneo, my sweetest darkest treat
No sugar needed, you're sweet enough
Just give me one more taste of your love
Just give me one more taste of your love
I'll savor every second on your lips
And let the whole world crumble as we kiss
And let the whole world crumble as we kiss
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
Dark as chocolate, warm as the afterglow
Your lips are cocoa, your love's a feast
omaneo, my sweetest darkest treat
Dark as chocolate, warm as the afterglow
Your lips are cocoa, your love's a feast
omaneo, my sweetest darkest treat
Mmm... one more taste, my love...
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Swing · Lied 05
Fire in the Alcove
Regen am FensterDrinnen dampft es warm, während draußen der Regen fällt.
Listen... it's raining, love...
The rain is drumming soft against the glass
We let the whole grey afternoon just pass
Inside it's golden, coffee on the stove
Your skin is warm, a fire in an alcove
We let the whole grey afternoon just pass
Inside it's golden, coffee on the stove
Your skin is warm, a fire in an alcove
Let it pour, let it fall
We don't need the world at all
We don't need the world at all
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
Rain on the window, fire in the glow
Your arms around me, the storm outside
omaneo, come let the world subside
Rain on the window, fire in the glow
Your arms around me, the storm outside
omaneo, come let the world subside
The steam is rising off two waiting cups
But all I want is you and looking up
Your breath is warm against my collarbone
We're safe and dry and gloriously alone
But all I want is you and looking up
Your breath is warm against my collarbone
We're safe and dry and gloriously alone
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
Rain on the window, fire in the glow
Your arms around me, the storm outside
omaneo, come let the world subside
Rain on the window, fire in the glow
Your arms around me, the storm outside
omaneo, come let the world subside
Let the grey sky weep for all it's worth
We've got our own warm heaven here on earth
We've got our own warm heaven here on earth
We'll trace the raindrops racing down the pane
And love each other slow inside the rain
And love each other slow inside the rain
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
Rain on the window, fire in the glow
Your arms around me, the storm outside
omaneo, come let the world subside
Rain on the window, fire in the glow
Your arms around me, the storm outside
omaneo, come let the world subside
Just stay with me till it clears...
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Swing · Lied 06
Linoleum Ballroom Floor
Langsamer TanzZimt, Wärme und ein leiser Küchenabend zu zweit.
Dance with me, darling...
The radio is humming something sweet
We sway between the table and our feet
The kettle sighs, the coffee's on to brew
And here I am just swaying close to you
We sway between the table and our feet
The kettle sighs, the coffee's on to brew
And here I am just swaying close to you
One two three, we turn so slow
Your cheek on mine, the kitchen glows
Your cheek on mine, the kitchen glows
Turn with me, o-ma-né-o
Slow dance in the kitchen, soft and low
Your hand on my waist, your breath in my hair
omaneo, there's magic in the air
Slow dance in the kitchen, soft and low
Your hand on my waist, your breath in my hair
omaneo, there's magic in the air
The linoleum's our polished ballroom floor
Your eyes are all I ever dreamed of, more
We knock the chairs and neither of us minds
The kind of love the whole world hopes to find
Your eyes are all I ever dreamed of, more
We knock the chairs and neither of us minds
The kind of love the whole world hopes to find
Turn with me, o-ma-né-o
Slow dance in the kitchen, soft and low
Your hand on my waist, your breath in my hair
omaneo, there's magic in the air
Slow dance in the kitchen, soft and low
Your hand on my waist, your breath in my hair
omaneo, there's magic in the air
The coffee's boiling over, let it be
There's nothing here but you and only me
There's nothing here but you and only me
We'll dance until the morning starts to break
And every step's a promise I will make
And every step's a promise I will make
Turn with me, o-ma-né-o
Slow dance in the kitchen, soft and low
Your hand on my waist, your breath in my hair
omaneo, there's magic in the air
Slow dance in the kitchen, soft and low
Your hand on my waist, your breath in my hair
omaneo, there's magic in the air
One more turn, my love...
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Swing · Lied 07
My Morning Prayer
Für dich gemachtFrisch gebrüht – das kleine, warme Ritual der Liebe.
Every morning, love, it's the same sweet thing...
I know the way you like it, dark and deep
A little cream while you are still asleep
I grind it slow so I won't wake you yet
And carry in the warmest thing I've got
A little cream while you are still asleep
I grind it slow so I won't wake you yet
And carry in the warmest thing I've got
Just for you, just for you
The little things I love to do
The little things I love to do
Here you go, o-ma-né-o
I make your coffee, watch your sleepy glow
The way you smile is my morning prayer
omaneo, my love, I'll always care
I make your coffee, watch your sleepy glow
The way you smile is my morning prayer
omaneo, my love, I'll always care
I stir it clockwise, twice, the way you please
And bring it soft to you on bended knees
Your drowsy fingers curl around the heat
A little ritual that keeps us sweet
And bring it soft to you on bended knees
Your drowsy fingers curl around the heat
A little ritual that keeps us sweet
Here you go, o-ma-né-o
I make your coffee, watch your sleepy glow
The way you smile is my morning prayer
omaneo, my love, I'll always care
I make your coffee, watch your sleepy glow
The way you smile is my morning prayer
omaneo, my love, I'll always care
It's not the coffee, darling, don't you see
It's every morning giving you the best of me
It's every morning giving you the best of me
So drink it slow and let me watch you wake
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't make
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't make
Here you go, o-ma-né-o
I make your coffee, watch your sleepy glow
The way you smile is my morning prayer
omaneo, my love, I'll always care
I make your coffee, watch your sleepy glow
The way you smile is my morning prayer
omaneo, my love, I'll always care
Good morning, my darling...
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Swing · Lied 08
One Cup of Yesterday
Der Duft der ErinnerungEin Atemzug Kaffee – und du bist wieder da.
That smell... it takes me right back to you...
A drift of coffee down a quiet street
And suddenly I'm back beneath your feet
The morning light, the way your laughter rang
One breath of it and every memory sang
And suddenly I'm back beneath your feet
The morning light, the way your laughter rang
One breath of it and every memory sang
Close my eyes, I'm there again
Back before the where and when
Back before the where and when
Come back slow, o-ma-né-o
The scent that brings you back, the long ago
One breath of coffee and there you are
omaneo, my near and distant star
The scent that brings you back, the long ago
One breath of coffee and there you are
omaneo, my near and distant star
The kitchen steam, the perfume in your hair
I catch it now and God, you're everywhere
The roasted warmth, the cinnamon, the wine
Each fragrant thread still tangled up with mine
I catch it now and God, you're everywhere
The roasted warmth, the cinnamon, the wine
Each fragrant thread still tangled up with mine
Come back slow, o-ma-né-o
The scent that brings you back, the long ago
One breath of coffee and there you are
omaneo, my near and distant star
The scent that brings you back, the long ago
One breath of coffee and there you are
omaneo, my near and distant star
A memory is just a scent away
So brew me one more cup of yesterday
So brew me one more cup of yesterday
I'll chase that fragrance everywhere it goes
For every road back to you smells like a rose
For every road back to you smells like a rose
Come back slow, o-ma-né-o
The scent that brings you back, the long ago
One breath of coffee and there you are
omaneo, my near and distant star
The scent that brings you back, the long ago
One breath of coffee and there you are
omaneo, my near and distant star
Still here... in every breath...
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Swing · Lied 09
Hip to Hip
Zu zweitWärme, die zwischen uns leuchtet.
Come here, love, taste this for me...
The onions singing golden in the pan
You steal a taste and kiss me while you can
The wine is open, coffee's on to bloom
And all our laughter fills the little room
You steal a taste and kiss me while you can
The wine is open, coffee's on to bloom
And all our laughter fills the little room
Salt and pepper, hip to hip
You dip your finger, let me sip
You dip your finger, let me sip
Stir it slow, o-ma-né-o
Cooking for two in the kitchen glow
You feed me flavor, I feed you fire
omaneo, you're all that I desire
Cooking for two in the kitchen glow
You feed me flavor, I feed you fire
omaneo, you're all that I desire
We bump around the counter, cheek to cheek
A pinch of this, a kiss upon your neck
The simmer rises, so does every sigh
A feast of love that money cannot buy
A pinch of this, a kiss upon your neck
The simmer rises, so does every sigh
A feast of love that money cannot buy
Stir it slow, o-ma-né-o
Cooking for two in the kitchen glow
You feed me flavor, I feed you fire
omaneo, you're all that I desire
Cooking for two in the kitchen glow
You feed me flavor, I feed you fire
omaneo, you're all that I desire
Who needs a table, who needs a chair
Just two warm hearts and the flavor we share
Just two warm hearts and the flavor we share
We'll burn the toast and laugh until we cry
And love each other under the kitchen sky
And love each other under the kitchen sky
Stir it slow, o-ma-né-o
Cooking for two in the kitchen glow
You feed me flavor, I feed you fire
omaneo, you're all that I desire
Cooking for two in the kitchen glow
You feed me flavor, I feed you fire
omaneo, you're all that I desire
Dinner can wait, my love...
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Swing · Lied 10
Summer Held Captive
Sommer auf den LippenEin goldener Tag, süß wie deine Haut.
Come taste the summer, darling...
The iced coffee sweating cold against your hand
Your sun-warm shoulders, freckles like the sand
A drop of gold slides down your golden skin
And every summer taste I'm drinking in
Your sun-warm shoulders, freckles like the sand
A drop of gold slides down your golden skin
And every summer taste I'm drinking in
Peach and coffee, salt and sun
Summer's here and you're the one
Summer's here and you're the one
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
Summer on your lips, on the afterglow
You taste of sunshine, of sea and wine
omaneo, this golden day is mine
Summer on your lips, on the afterglow
You taste of sunshine, of sea and wine
omaneo, this golden day is mine
We chase the melting minutes on your tongue
The kind of summer meant for staying young
Your laughter tastes of citrus and of heat
And every kiss of you is bittersweet
The kind of summer meant for staying young
Your laughter tastes of citrus and of heat
And every kiss of you is bittersweet
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
Summer on your lips, on the afterglow
You taste of sunshine, of sea and wine
omaneo, this golden day is mine
Summer on your lips, on the afterglow
You taste of sunshine, of sea and wine
omaneo, this golden day is mine
The season's short, so kiss me while it's here
And summer will not leave us for a year
And summer will not leave us for a year
We'll drink the daylight slow before it slips
And hold the summer captive on your lips
And hold the summer captive on your lips
Hold me slow, o-ma-né-o
Summer on your lips, on the afterglow
You taste of sunshine, of sea and wine
omaneo, this golden day is mine
Summer on your lips, on the afterglow
You taste of sunshine, of sea and wine
omaneo, this golden day is mine
Just one more golden sip...
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Swing · Lied 11
No Corner Locked Away
Ganz für dichAlles, was ich habe, leg ich in deine Hände.
Everything I am, my love...
Take this heart, it's beating just for you
Take every morning coffee, every brew
Take all my mornings and my midnights too
There's nothing left of me that isn't you
Take every morning coffee, every brew
Take all my mornings and my midnights too
There's nothing left of me that isn't you
All I have and all I hold
Every secret, every gold
Every secret, every gold
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
All of me is yours, I'm letting go
My hands, my heart, my every door
omaneo, I'm yours forevermore
All of me is yours, I'm letting go
My hands, my heart, my every door
omaneo, I'm yours forevermore
Take the way I love the scent of you
Take every flavor, every taste we knew
I hold back nothing, offer up the whole
My body and my breath, my very soul
Take every flavor, every taste we knew
I hold back nothing, offer up the whole
My body and my breath, my very soul
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
All of me is yours, I'm letting go
My hands, my heart, my every door
omaneo, I'm yours forevermore
All of me is yours, I'm letting go
My hands, my heart, my every door
omaneo, I'm yours forevermore
I kept no corner locked away from you
There's nothing left I wouldn't give or do
There's nothing left I wouldn't give or do
So take me wholly, keep me as your own
For every road I walk leads to your home
For every road I walk leads to your home
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
All of me is yours, I'm letting go
My hands, my heart, my every door
omaneo, I'm yours forevermore
All of me is yours, I'm letting go
My hands, my heart, my every door
omaneo, I'm yours forevermore
All of me... always yours...
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Swing · Lied 12
Crumbs Between the Sheets
Frühstück im BettKrümel, Küsse und kein Ort, an dem wir sein müssen.
Stay in bed, darling, I've got you...
The tray is wobbling, coffee sloshing warm
A slice of morning safe from any storm
There's crumbs between the sheets and I don't care
Just butter, jam, and sunlight in your hair
A slice of morning safe from any storm
There's crumbs between the sheets and I don't care
Just butter, jam, and sunlight in your hair
No alarm and no place to be
Just you and buttered toast and me
Just you and buttered toast and me
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
Breakfast in the covers, take it slow
A kiss of coffee, a crumb, a sigh
omaneo, let the whole day drift on by
Breakfast in the covers, take it slow
A kiss of coffee, a crumb, a sigh
omaneo, let the whole day drift on by
You steal my bacon, laughing, half awake
And I would give you every bite to take
The pillows tangled, sunlight pouring gold
A lazy morning we will never sell or fold
And I would give you every bite to take
The pillows tangled, sunlight pouring gold
A lazy morning we will never sell or fold
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
Breakfast in the covers, take it slow
A kiss of coffee, a crumb, a sigh
omaneo, let the whole day drift on by
Breakfast in the covers, take it slow
A kiss of coffee, a crumb, a sigh
omaneo, let the whole day drift on by
The world can knock but we won't answer, no
We've got warm toast and nowhere else to go
We've got warm toast and nowhere else to go
So curl back down and let me feed you slow
There's honey on your lips and cheeks aglow
There's honey on your lips and cheeks aglow
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
Breakfast in the covers, take it slow
A kiss of coffee, a crumb, a sigh
omaneo, let the whole day drift on by
Breakfast in the covers, take it slow
A kiss of coffee, a crumb, a sigh
omaneo, let the whole day drift on by
Mmm... five more minutes, love...
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Swing · Lied 13
Frost on the Pane
WinterhändeWarm umschlossen, während draußen der Schnee fällt.
Your hands are cold, love... come here...
The frost is painting flowers on the pane
And winter's whispering your name again
I wrap your cold hands warm around the cup
And hold you close until the fire's up
And winter's whispering your name again
I wrap your cold hands warm around the cup
And hold you close until the fire's up
Cold outside but warm within
The steam, the fire, your frozen skin
The steam, the fire, your frozen skin
Warm you slow, o-ma-né-o
Winter hands around the coffee's glow
The snow is falling, the fire is bright
omaneo, I'll keep you warm tonight
Winter hands around the coffee's glow
The snow is falling, the fire is bright
omaneo, I'll keep you warm tonight
Your fingers thaw against the porcelain heat
And I could stay here forever at your feet
The candle flickers, cinnamon and clove
The whole cold world shut out beyond the stove
And I could stay here forever at your feet
The candle flickers, cinnamon and clove
The whole cold world shut out beyond the stove
Warm you slow, o-ma-né-o
Winter hands around the coffee's glow
The snow is falling, the fire is bright
omaneo, I'll keep you warm tonight
Winter hands around the coffee's glow
The snow is falling, the fire is bright
omaneo, I'll keep you warm tonight
Let winter howl and let the north wind blow
We've got our own warm sun beneath the snow
We've got our own warm sun beneath the snow
So warm your hands and warm them in my own
And we will never spend this cold alone
And we will never spend this cold alone
Warm you slow, o-ma-né-o
Winter hands around the coffee's glow
The snow is falling, the fire is bright
omaneo, I'll keep you warm tonight
Winter hands around the coffee's glow
The snow is falling, the fire is bright
omaneo, I'll keep you warm tonight
Warmer now? Good... stay right here...
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Swing · Lied 14
The Fading Glow
Der letzte SchluckStille, Nähe – und langsam sinkt der Tag.
The day is done, my love... come rest...
The last warm sip is cooling in the cup
The candle's low and soon we'll blow it up
Your head is heavy, resting on my chest
The world grows quiet, giving us its best
The candle's low and soon we'll blow it up
Your head is heavy, resting on my chest
The world grows quiet, giving us its best
Drink it down, the night is deep
Soon we'll drift away to sleep
Soon we'll drift away to sleep
Rest now slow, o-ma-né-o
The last sweet sip and the fading glow
Your breath grows gentle, your eyes fall shut
omaneo, my love, good night, my love
The last sweet sip and the fading glow
Your breath grows gentle, your eyes fall shut
omaneo, my love, good night, my love
We've had our day of coffee, wine and touch
And nothing in this life could mean as much
The cup is empty, but my heart is full
And sleep comes over us so soft and slow
And nothing in this life could mean as much
The cup is empty, but my heart is full
And sleep comes over us so soft and slow
Rest now slow, o-ma-né-o
The last sweet sip and the fading glow
Your breath grows gentle, your eyes fall shut
omaneo, my love, good night, my love
The last sweet sip and the fading glow
Your breath grows gentle, your eyes fall shut
omaneo, my love, good night, my love
No more words tonight, just let it be
The last warm sip, and then you're home with me
The last warm sip, and then you're home with me
I'll hold you through the quiet of the night
And wake to make your coffee in the light
And wake to make your coffee in the light
Rest now slow, o-ma-né-o
The last sweet sip and the fading glow
Your breath grows gentle, your eyes fall shut
omaneo, my love, good night, my love
The last sweet sip and the fading glow
Your breath grows gentle, your eyes fall shut
omaneo, my love, good night, my love
Good night... sleep close to me...
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Buenos Aires, Río de la Plata, Argentinien · 1880er Jahre
Musikrichtung 26 von 28
Tango
Buenos Aires, Río de la Plata, Argentinien
Der Tango entstand in den 1880er-Jahren am Río de la Plata, in den Hafenvierteln von Buenos Aires, wo Einwanderer, Sehnsucht und Rhythmus zusammenfanden. In den traditionsreichen Cafés der Stadt, den cafés notables, wurde er gespielt und gelebt, eng verwoben mit der dortigen Kaffeehauskultur. Bei omaneo steht dieser leidenschaftliche, elegante Puls für den intensiven, dunklen Espresso, den man langsam und mit Andacht genießt.
↓ die Lieder
Tango · Lied 01
El Fuego que Te Doy
Der erste EspressoZwei Hände, ein Morgen, die erste Tasse.
Mmm... buenos días, mi amor...
La luz se cuela lenta por tu piel
me acerco sin hablar, no quiero despertar
la cafetera suspira en el fogón
dos tazas y el aroma del calor
la noche todavía huele a ti
y cada beso vuelve para mí
me acerco sin hablar, no quiero despertar
la cafetera suspira en el fogón
dos tazas y el aroma del calor
la noche todavía huele a ti
y cada beso vuelve para mí
Y me hundo en el vapor, en la noche que quedó
Bebe lento, o-ma-né-o
el primer café y el fuego que te doy
tu sonrisa a medias, el sabor del sol
omaneo, mi mano abraza el mundo entero hoy
el primer café y el fuego que te doy
tu sonrisa a medias, el sabor del sol
omaneo, mi mano abraza el mundo entero hoy
Te giras hacia mí con el pelo sin domar
mitad de un sueño, mitad de amanecer
recorro la mañana por tu espalda
amargo y dulce, tu boca sobre mí
el vino aún murmura de anteanoche
no quiero más que este calor tan lento
mitad de un sueño, mitad de amanecer
recorro la mañana por tu espalda
amargo y dulce, tu boca sobre mí
el vino aún murmura de anteanoche
no quiero más que este calor tan lento
Y me quedo justo aquí, donde el mundo se encendió
Bebe lento, o-ma-né-o
el primer café y el fuego que te doy
tu sonrisa a medias, el sabor del sol
omaneo, mi mano abraza el mundo entero hoy
el primer café y el fuego que te doy
tu sonrisa a medias, el sabor del sol
omaneo, mi mano abraza el mundo entero hoy
Cada aroma es una puerta a lo que fue
café, tu piel, la vela y tu querer
no necesito el mundo tras la puerta
solo el vapor, tu roce, tu perfume
café, tu piel, la vela y tu querer
no necesito el mundo tras la puerta
solo el vapor, tu roce, tu perfume
Deja que la mañana tome su compás
tu latido y esta taza y nada más
tu latido y esta taza y nada más
Bebe lento, o-ma-né-o
el primer café y el fuego que te doy
tu sonrisa a medias, el sabor del sol
omaneo, mi mano abraza el mundo entero hoy
el primer café y el fuego que te doy
tu sonrisa a medias, el sabor del sol
omaneo, mi mano abraza el mundo entero hoy
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... bebe lento...
el primer café y el fuego que te doy...
el primer café y el fuego que te doy...
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Tango · Lied 02
El Ámbar de Tu Voz
In der DämmerungWenn der Tag verglüht und die Nähe bleibt.
Ven, siéntate... la luz se va cayendo...
Dos copas respirando en el balcón
la ciudad se ablanda y muere el día
una vela se inclina sobre tu perfil
y nada en este mundo cambiaría por ti
el café ya está frío, dejamos que caiga la tarde
tus pies descalzos sobre el suelo tibio
la ciudad se ablanda y muere el día
una vela se inclina sobre tu perfil
y nada en este mundo cambiaría por ti
el café ya está frío, dejamos que caiga la tarde
tus pies descalzos sobre el suelo tibio
Y el crepúsculo desciende como terciopelo en mí
Bebe lento, o-ma-né-o
el vino, la sombra, el ámbar de tu voz
tu media sonrisa, lo que no diré
omaneo, quédate, que no te dejaré
el vino, la sombra, el ámbar de tu voz
tu media sonrisa, lo que no diré
omaneo, quédate, que no te dejaré
Me cuentas los secretos que ya sé
el modo en que la noche nos inclina al azul
saboreo el tinto que aún zumba en tu boca
un sur muy lento, un corazón que se va al sur
gira el disco, apenas nos movemos
dos sombras suaves buscando su compás
el modo en que la noche nos inclina al azul
saboreo el tinto que aún zumba en tu boca
un sur muy lento, un corazón que se va al sur
gira el disco, apenas nos movemos
dos sombras suaves buscando su compás
Y el crepúsculo desciende y todo empieza a arder
Bebe lento, o-ma-né-o
el vino, la sombra, el ámbar de tu voz
tu media sonrisa, lo que no diré
omaneo, quédate, que no te dejaré
el vino, la sombra, el ámbar de tu voz
tu media sonrisa, lo que no diré
omaneo, quédate, que no te dejaré
Otra copa y la noche es para guardar
tu mano en la mía mientras se duermen los faroles
cada sabor es una puerta a tu nombre
café, vino y vela, todo es lo mismo al fin
tu mano en la mía mientras se duermen los faroles
cada sabor es una puerta a tu nombre
café, vino y vela, todo es lo mismo al fin
Deja que la tarde tome el tiempo que le dé
tu latido y el vino y yo
tu latido y el vino y yo
Bebe lento, o-ma-né-o
el vino, la sombra, el ámbar de tu voz
tu media sonrisa, lo que no diré
omaneo, quédate, que no te dejaré
el vino, la sombra, el ámbar de tu voz
tu media sonrisa, lo que no diré
omaneo, quédate, que no te dejaré
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... quédate conmigo...
el vino, la sombra, el ámbar de tu voz...
el vino, la sombra, el ámbar de tu voz...
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Tango · Lied 03
El Centímetro Más Cálido
Am TischZwei Tassen, ganz nah beieinander.
Acércate... solo un poco más...
Los platos callan y el vino está servido
dos tacitas de algo que adoramos
miro tus dedos descansando junto a los míos
la mínima distancia y nunca estoy tan solo
la vela tiembla cuando empiezas a inclinarte
el centímetro más cálido que conozco
dos tacitas de algo que adoramos
miro tus dedos descansando junto a los míos
la mínima distancia y nunca estoy tan solo
la vela tiembla cuando empiezas a inclinarte
el centímetro más cálido que conozco
Y cruzaría cien mesas solo por sentir
Búscame, o-ma-né-o
tu mano, mi mano, y el brillo de la vela
el café templándose, la noche tan lenta
omaneo, no lo dejes ir jamás
tu mano, mi mano, y el brillo de la vela
el café templándose, la noche tan lenta
omaneo, no lo dejes ir jamás
un pulgar que gira despacio por mi piel
cada nervio recuerda dónde hemos estado
la cena terminó y ninguno se levanta
lo decimos todo solo con las manos
el vapor se enrosca entre los dos
un templo callado, un dulce alboroto
cada nervio recuerda dónde hemos estado
la cena terminó y ninguno se levanta
lo decimos todo solo con las manos
el vapor se enrosca entre los dos
un templo callado, un dulce alboroto
Y cruzaría cien océanos solo por sentir
Búscame, o-ma-né-o
tu mano, mi mano, y el brillo de la vela
el café templándose, la noche tan lenta
omaneo, no lo dejes ir jamás
tu mano, mi mano, y el brillo de la vela
el café templándose, la noche tan lenta
omaneo, no lo dejes ir jamás
la piel recuerda lo que olvida la palabra
el primer roce tímido que no lamentaré
dame tu palma y te daré el mundo
dedos entrelazados y la noche enroscada
el primer roce tímido que no lamentaré
dame tu palma y te daré el mundo
dedos entrelazados y la noche enroscada
Deja los platos, deja la luz que se apaga
solo guarda tu mano en la mía esta noche
solo guarda tu mano en la mía esta noche
Búscame, o-ma-né-o
tu mano, mi mano, y el brillo de la vela
el café templándose, la noche tan lenta
omaneo, no lo dejes ir jamás
tu mano, mi mano, y el brillo de la vela
el café templándose, la noche tan lenta
omaneo, no lo dejes ir jamás
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... búscame...
tu mano, mi mano, y el brillo de la vela...
tu mano, mi mano, y el brillo de la vela...
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Tango · Lied 04
Deshaciéndose en Mí
Dunkel wie SchokoladeEin Espresso, süß und bitter, im Halbdunkel.
Ven aquí... déjame probar la noche en ti...
Amargo por los bordes, dulce en el hondón
como el último cuadrado que no iba a guardar
tu boca es cacao, medianoche, setenta por cien
y cada segundo es lento y celestial
el espresso murmura en algún rincón
pero tú eres lo más rico que amé
como el último cuadrado que no iba a guardar
tu boca es cacao, medianoche, setenta por cien
y cada segundo es lento y celestial
el espresso murmura en algún rincón
pero tú eres lo más rico que amé
Y me disuelvo lento como lo bueno se va
Bésame lento, o-ma-né-o
oscuro como el cacao, cálido como el adiós del sol
amargo, dulce, deshaciéndose en mí
omaneo, sostén la noche hasta el final
oscuro como el cacao, cálido como el adiós del sol
amargo, dulce, deshaciéndose en mí
omaneo, sostén la noche hasta el final
un poco de sal, un poco de fuego, un poco de flor
como la crema del café rompiendo en la habitación
persigo el sabor que se queda en tus labios
tus dedos, tus caderas, tu eclipse tan lento
no hace falta azúcar, tenemos todo este calor
dos corazones amargos, increíblemente dulces
como la crema del café rompiendo en la habitación
persigo el sabor que se queda en tus labios
tus dedos, tus caderas, tu eclipse tan lento
no hace falta azúcar, tenemos todo este calor
dos corazones amargos, increíblemente dulces
Y me disuelvo lento como lo bueno se mueve
Bésame lento, o-ma-né-o
oscuro como el cacao, cálido como el adiós del sol
amargo, dulce, deshaciéndose en mí
omaneo, sostén la noche hasta el final
oscuro como el cacao, cálido como el adiós del sol
amargo, dulce, deshaciéndose en mí
omaneo, sostén la noche hasta el final
cada sabor es un recuerdo que guardo
oscuro y lento e imposiblemente hondo
dame el fuego y dame la flor
el cacao, el café, la vela, el amor
oscuro y lento e imposiblemente hondo
dame el fuego y dame la flor
el cacao, el café, la vela, el amor
Deja que se funda y tome su dulce compás
tu boca oscura y cálida sobre mí
tu boca oscura y cálida sobre mí
Bésame lento, o-ma-né-o
oscuro como el cacao, cálido como el adiós del sol
amargo, dulce, deshaciéndose en mí
omaneo, sostén la noche hasta el final
oscuro como el cacao, cálido como el adiós del sol
amargo, dulce, deshaciéndose en mí
omaneo, sostén la noche hasta el final
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... fundiéndose lento...
oscuro como el cacao, cálido como el adiós del sol...
oscuro como el cacao, cálido como el adiós del sol...
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Tango · Lied 05
La Tormenta que Hicimos
Wärme drinnenDraußen Regen, hier die Wärme der Tasse.
Escucha... está lloviendo... acércate a mí...
la lluvia escribe ríos por el cristal
y no vamos a ningún lado, deja que pase
dos tazas humean en el alféizar
el mundo es gris pero aquí hace calor
tu cabeza pesa apoyada en mi pecho
tu latido lento, la tormenta hará lo demás
y no vamos a ningún lado, deja que pase
dos tazas humean en el alféizar
el mundo es gris pero aquí hace calor
tu cabeza pesa apoyada en mi pecho
tu latido lento, la tormenta hará lo demás
Que llueva, que llueva, tenemos lo que hace falta
Quédate conmigo, o-ma-né-o
la lluvia afuera y el brillo del fogón
tu piel en la mía y el café tan lento
omaneo, no me importa a dónde vaya el gris
la lluvia afuera y el brillo del fogón
tu piel en la mía y el café tan lento
omaneo, no me importa a dónde vaya el gris
el trueno está lejos y la manta bien ceñida
dibujas un corazón en la niebla de la luz
dejamos que la tarde se derive y se apague
dos sombras perezosas y la tormenta que hicimos
la cafetera lista para la segunda ronda
tu risa dormida es mi sonido preferido
dibujas un corazón en la niebla de la luz
dejamos que la tarde se derive y se apague
dos sombras perezosas y la tormenta que hicimos
la cafetera lista para la segunda ronda
tu risa dormida es mi sonido preferido
Que llueva, que llueva, que sangre el cielo entero
Quédate conmigo, o-ma-né-o
la lluvia afuera y el brillo del fogón
tu piel en la mía y el café tan lento
omaneo, no me importa a dónde vaya el gris
la lluvia afuera y el brillo del fogón
tu piel en la mía y el café tan lento
omaneo, no me importa a dónde vaya el gris
cada gota es un motivo para quedarnos
tu calor, el vapor, la lluvia en la chapa
dame la tormenta y dame tu piel
que el día gris entero venga a caer
tu calor, el vapor, la lluvia en la chapa
dame la tormenta y dame tu piel
que el día gris entero venga a caer
que llueva hasta que enciendan los faroles
tu latido y la tormenta y el rumor
tu latido y la tormenta y el rumor
Quédate conmigo, o-ma-né-o
la lluvia afuera y el brillo del fogón
tu piel en la mía y el café tan lento
omaneo, no me importa a dónde vaya el gris
la lluvia afuera y el brillo del fogón
tu piel en la mía y el café tan lento
omaneo, no me importa a dónde vaya el gris
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... quédate conmigo...
la lluvia afuera y el brillo del fogón...
la lluvia afuera y el brillo del fogón...
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Tango · Lied 06
Vuelta y Vuelta
Langsamer TanzGoldenes Licht, eine Tasse, kein Eilen.
No hace falta música... ven aquí... baila conmigo...
los platos esperan y la radio suena baja
la cafetera tictaquea, la cocina en ámbar
tomo tu mano y te levanto de la silla
bailamos con nada más que el café en el aire
tu mejilla halla la mía, el suelo es un escenario
dos descalzos girando la última página
la cafetera tictaquea, la cocina en ámbar
tomo tu mano y te levanto de la silla
bailamos con nada más que el café en el aire
tu mejilla halla la mía, el suelo es un escenario
dos descalzos girando la última página
no hace falta un salón, solo esta lucecita
Baila conmigo, o-ma-né-o
vuelta y vuelta en la medianoche lenta
tu pecho, mi mano, y el brillo del fogón
omaneo, deja que el mundo entero se vaya
vuelta y vuelta en la medianoche lenta
tu pecho, mi mano, y el brillo del fogón
omaneo, deja que el mundo entero se vaya
tus caderas recuerdan lo que olvidan los años
el primer giro lento, la noche que no conocimos
te canturreo algo al oído despacio
la única canción que quiero eres tú aquí
el espresso se enfría, lo dejamos, no importa
tenemos un ritmo más lento que encontrar
el primer giro lento, la noche que no conocimos
te canturreo algo al oído despacio
la única canción que quiero eres tú aquí
el espresso se enfría, lo dejamos, no importa
tenemos un ritmo más lento que encontrar
no hace falta un salón, solo esta vela ardiendo
Baila conmigo, o-ma-né-o
vuelta y vuelta en la medianoche lenta
tu pecho, mi mano, y el brillo del fogón
omaneo, deja que el mundo entero se vaya
vuelta y vuelta en la medianoche lenta
tu pecho, mi mano, y el brillo del fogón
omaneo, deja que el mundo entero se vaya
cada giro es un voto que nunca dije
tu calor, el vapor, la cocina pintada de rojo
dame otra canción sin música ninguna
solo tu aliento lento y las sombras en la pared
tu calor, el vapor, la cocina pintada de rojo
dame otra canción sin música ninguna
solo tu aliento lento y las sombras en la pared
que bailemos hasta que el café se enfríe
dos corazones aprendiendo a envejecer
dos corazones aprendiendo a envejecer
Baila conmigo, o-ma-né-o
vuelta y vuelta en la medianoche lenta
tu pecho, mi mano, y el brillo del fogón
omaneo, deja que el mundo entero se vaya
vuelta y vuelta en la medianoche lenta
tu pecho, mi mano, y el brillo del fogón
omaneo, deja que el mundo entero se vaya
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... baila conmigo...
vuelta y vuelta en la medianoche lenta...
vuelta y vuelta en la medianoche lenta...
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Tango · Lied 07
Mi Manera de Adorar
Das RitualMit Sorgfalt gegossen – Kaffee als Liebeserklärung.
Déjame... déjame hacerte el café...
muelo los granos mientras aún duermes
el aroma sube como una oración
mido el agua, cuido la temperatura
cada gesto es una forma de decir te quiero
la crema se abre despacio, oro y marrón
y lo llevo a la cama como un tesoro
el aroma sube como una oración
mido el agua, cuido la temperatura
cada gesto es una forma de decir te quiero
la crema se abre despacio, oro y marrón
y lo llevo a la cama como un tesoro
porque amar es también este pequeño rito
Para ti, o-ma-né-o
el ritual del café, mi manera de adorar
tu nombre en el vapor, tu piel al despertar
omaneo, te sirvo el mundo en una taza más
el ritual del café, mi manera de adorar
tu nombre en el vapor, tu piel al despertar
omaneo, te sirvo el mundo en una taza más
no es solo café, es todo lo que soy
el cuidado en la espera, la paciencia del amor
soplas la superficie y me miras por encima
y en esa mirada cabe la vida entera
el primer sorbo tuyo es mi recompensa
dos manos y una taza y ningún otro lugar
el cuidado en la espera, la paciencia del amor
soplas la superficie y me miras por encima
y en esa mirada cabe la vida entera
el primer sorbo tuyo es mi recompensa
dos manos y una taza y ningún otro lugar
porque amar es también este pequeño altar
Para ti, o-ma-né-o
el ritual del café, mi manera de adorar
tu nombre en el vapor, tu piel al despertar
omaneo, te sirvo el mundo en una taza más
el ritual del café, mi manera de adorar
tu nombre en el vapor, tu piel al despertar
omaneo, te sirvo el mundo en una taza más
cada aroma es una puerta a lo que somos
la espera, el vapor, la vela y tu querer
no necesito rezos ni palabras
solo hacerte el café cada mañana
la espera, el vapor, la vela y tu querer
no necesito rezos ni palabras
solo hacerte el café cada mañana
deja que el ritual tome su dulce compás
tu latido y esta taza y nada más
tu latido y esta taza y nada más
Para ti, o-ma-né-o
el ritual del café, mi manera de adorar
tu nombre en el vapor, tu piel al despertar
omaneo, te sirvo el mundo en una taza más
el ritual del café, mi manera de adorar
tu nombre en el vapor, tu piel al despertar
omaneo, te sirvo el mundo en una taza más
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... para ti...
el ritual del café, mi manera de adorar...
el ritual del café, mi manera de adorar...
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Tango · Lied 08
El Río Hacia Atrás
Ein Duft, eine ErinnerungWarme Crema im Steingut – und die Nacht von damals kehrt zurück.
Huele... ese perfume... y vuelvo a ti...
un café tostándose en una calle cualquiera
y de pronto es aquel verano, aquel portal
el perfume es un río que corre hacia atrás
tu cuello, tu risa, la vela y el vino
un aroma abre puertas que creía cerradas
y estás otra vez aquí, joven y descalza
y de pronto es aquel verano, aquel portal
el perfume es un río que corre hacia atrás
tu cuello, tu risa, la vela y el vino
un aroma abre puertas que creía cerradas
y estás otra vez aquí, joven y descalza
porque un olor guarda lo que el tiempo se llevó
Huele conmigo, o-ma-né-o
el perfume, el recuerdo, el café de aquel adiós
tu piel en mi memoria, el sabor que quedó
omaneo, tráeme la noche que se fue
el perfume, el recuerdo, el café de aquel adiós
tu piel en mi memoria, el sabor que quedó
omaneo, tráeme la noche que se fue
la canela, el tostado, el jazmín en tu pelo
cada nota me devuelve un beso enterrado
cierro los ojos y respiro despacio
y todo el pasado se vuelve presente
no hay fotografía tan fiel como este aroma
dos amantes viviendo dentro de un perfume
cada nota me devuelve un beso enterrado
cierro los ojos y respiro despacio
y todo el pasado se vuelve presente
no hay fotografía tan fiel como este aroma
dos amantes viviendo dentro de un perfume
porque un olor despierta lo que el alma no olvidó
Huele conmigo, o-ma-né-o
el perfume, el recuerdo, el café de aquel adiós
tu piel en mi memoria, el sabor que quedó
omaneo, tráeme la noche que se fue
el perfume, el recuerdo, el café de aquel adiós
tu piel en mi memoria, el sabor que quedó
omaneo, tráeme la noche que se fue
cada aroma es una puerta a lo que fue
café, tu piel, la vela y tu querer
dame el jazmín y dame el tostado
y toda la vida vuelve a comenzar
café, tu piel, la vela y tu querer
dame el jazmín y dame el tostado
y toda la vida vuelve a comenzar
deja que el perfume tome su lento compás
tu recuerdo y esta taza y nada más
tu recuerdo y esta taza y nada más
Huele conmigo, o-ma-né-o
el perfume, el recuerdo, el café de aquel adiós
tu piel en mi memoria, el sabor que quedó
omaneo, tráeme la noche que se fue
el perfume, el recuerdo, el café de aquel adiós
tu piel en mi memoria, el sabor que quedó
omaneo, tráeme la noche que se fue
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... huele conmigo...
el perfume, el recuerdo, el café de aquel adiós...
el perfume, el recuerdo, el café de aquel adiós...
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Tango · Lied 09
Watch You Sway
Nähe in der KücheFrisch geröstete Bohnen, warm und dicht wie dieser Moment zu zweit.
Stay up with me... let's cook a little longer...
Garlic in the pan and the window fogging up
two glasses poured and a small espresso cup
you steal a taste and I steal a kiss
nobody cooks a night as slow as this
your hip against the counter, flour on your cheek
the most delicious hour of the week
two glasses poured and a small espresso cup
you steal a taste and I steal a kiss
nobody cooks a night as slow as this
your hip against the counter, flour on your cheek
the most delicious hour of the week
And I would burn the supper just to watch you sway
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the steam, the wine, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the pot so slow
omaneo, let the whole night flow
the steam, the wine, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the pot so slow
omaneo, let the whole night flow
you hum a tango while you stir the sauce
we dance a step between the salt and gloss
I feed you off the wooden spoon so warm
two hungry hearts inside a quiet storm
the coffee's brewing for the two a.m.
and every flavour brings me back to them
we dance a step between the salt and gloss
I feed you off the wooden spoon so warm
two hungry hearts inside a quiet storm
the coffee's brewing for the two a.m.
and every flavour brings me back to them
And I would burn a thousand suppers just to stay
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the steam, the wine, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the pot so slow
omaneo, let the whole night flow
the steam, the wine, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the pot so slow
omaneo, let the whole night flow
every taste's a memory we keep
the wine, the coffee, and the kitchen deep
give me the steam and give me your skin
and let the slow warm morning wander in
the wine, the coffee, and the kitchen deep
give me the steam and give me your skin
and let the slow warm morning wander in
so let it simmer, let the dawn come pink
two hearts, a table, and a kitchen sink
two hearts, a table, and a kitchen sink
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
the steam, the wine, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the pot so slow
omaneo, let the whole night flow
the steam, the wine, and the burner's glow
your hands, my hands, and the pot so slow
omaneo, let the whole night flow
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... cook with me...
the steam, the wine, and the burner's glow...
the steam, the wine, and the burner's glow...
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Tango · Lied 10
Every Heartbeat a Boat
Sommer auf der HautGoldenes Morgenlicht, aufsteigender Dampf – ein langer, warmer Sommer.
Come closer... summer's still warm on your skin...
Iced coffee sweating on the balcony rail
the evening breathing in a jasmine trail
your shoulders golden from the fading day
a taste of salt the sea has left to stay
I kiss the summer lingering on your throat
and every heartbeat is a little boat
the evening breathing in a jasmine trail
your shoulders golden from the fading day
a taste of salt the sea has left to stay
I kiss the summer lingering on your throat
and every heartbeat is a little boat
And I could live inside this warm and endless June
Hold me close, o-ma-né-o
the summer, the coffee, and the afterglow
your sun-warm skin and the night so slow
omaneo, don't let this season go
the summer, the coffee, and the afterglow
your sun-warm skin and the night so slow
omaneo, don't let this season go
we share the last cold sip and the melting ice
your laughter is a sweeter kind of spice
a single touch and the whole warm world ignites
the longest and the shortest of the nights
the espresso's bitter and your mouth is sweet
two summer bodies keeping their own beat
your laughter is a sweeter kind of spice
a single touch and the whole warm world ignites
the longest and the shortest of the nights
the espresso's bitter and your mouth is sweet
two summer bodies keeping their own beat
And I could live inside this warm and endless tune
Hold me close, o-ma-né-o
the summer, the coffee, and the afterglow
your sun-warm skin and the night so slow
omaneo, don't let this season go
the summer, the coffee, and the afterglow
your sun-warm skin and the night so slow
omaneo, don't let this season go
every flavour is a door to you
the salt, the coffee, and the ocean blue
give me the summer and give me your skin
and let the whole warm evening pour back in
the salt, the coffee, and the ocean blue
give me the summer and give me your skin
and let the whole warm evening pour back in
so let the season take its lazy time
your sun-warm skin against this heart of mine
your sun-warm skin against this heart of mine
Hold me close, o-ma-né-o
the summer, the coffee, and the afterglow
your sun-warm skin and the night so slow
omaneo, don't let this season go
the summer, the coffee, and the afterglow
your sun-warm skin and the night so slow
omaneo, don't let this season go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... hold me close...
the summer, the coffee, and the afterglow...
the summer, the coffee, and the afterglow...
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Tango · Lied 11
Every Guarded Corner
HingabeEin aufgeschlagenes Buch, ein warmer Latte – die ganze Nacht gehört uns.
Take all of me... the whole night long...
The last light dies and the candle takes the room
two empty cups and the coffee's fading bloom
I give you the walls I built so long ago
the wine, the dark, the everything I know
your fingers writing softly down my spine
and every guarded corner turns to wine
two empty cups and the coffee's fading bloom
I give you the walls I built so long ago
the wine, the dark, the everything I know
your fingers writing softly down my spine
and every guarded corner turns to wine
And I lay it all down, everything I am, for you
I surrender, o-ma-né-o
the whole of the night and the fire's glow
your heart, my heart, and the coffee slow
omaneo, take me, don't let go
the whole of the night and the fire's glow
your heart, my heart, and the coffee slow
omaneo, take me, don't let go
no more holding back and no more hiding in
the bitter and the sweet, the coffee and the skin
you taste the last of every wall I keep
and pull me under, beautiful and deep
the espresso's cold and I don't even care
there's nothing left to give but everything I bare
the bitter and the sweet, the coffee and the skin
you taste the last of every wall I keep
and pull me under, beautiful and deep
the espresso's cold and I don't even care
there's nothing left to give but everything I bare
And I lay it all down, everything I have, for you
I surrender, o-ma-né-o
the whole of the night and the fire's glow
your heart, my heart, and the coffee slow
omaneo, take me, don't let go
the whole of the night and the fire's glow
your heart, my heart, and the coffee slow
omaneo, take me, don't let go
every flavour is a vow I make tonight
the wine, the coffee, and the candlelight
give me the dark and give me your skin
and let the whole surrendered night begin
the wine, the coffee, and the candlelight
give me the dark and give me your skin
and let the whole surrendered night begin
so take the walls, the wine, the fading light
just keep me yours the whole of the night
just keep me yours the whole of the night
I surrender, o-ma-né-o
the whole of the night and the fire's glow
your heart, my heart, and the coffee slow
omaneo, take me, don't let go
the whole of the night and the fire's glow
your heart, my heart, and the coffee slow
omaneo, take me, don't let go
Mmm... o-ma-né-o... take all of me...
the whole of the night and the fire's glow...
the whole of the night and the fire's glow...
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Tango · Lied 12
The Curtains Barely Glow
Fauler MorgenWeicher Milchschaum, ein zartes Herz – kein Grund, aufzustehen.
Mmm... don't get up yet, love...
stay right here with me...
stay right here with me...
Coffee on the nightstand, the toast is going cold,
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
there's crumbs across the blanket and a story left untold.
The morning's in no hurry, the curtains barely glow,
and your laugh is the only clock I ever need to know.
One more lazy hour,
crumbs and coffee, skin...
crumbs and coffee, skin...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
A kiss that tastes of butter, of coffee and of you,
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
the whole world can keep spinning, we've got nothing left to do.
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
let the day begin without us,
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
let the coffee lose its heat,
there is nowhere I would rather
spend the morning, incomplete...
O-ma-né-o, breakfast in the morning,
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
o-ma-né-o, sweet and warm and slow.
Every little crumb a soft adorning,
omaneo, don't let me go.
stay in bed... one more hour...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Tango · Lied 13
Steam and Cold and Skin
Warme HändeEin Herz im Schaum wärmt den kalten Winterabend.
Come in from the cold, love...
let me warm your hands...
let me warm your hands...
The frost is on the window, the evening turning blue,
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
I wrap your fingers 'round the cup and pull you closer too.
The steam is rising slowly, the radiator hums,
and winter's just an excuse to hold you till it comes.
Warm hands, warmer heart,
let the cold stay out there...
let the cold stay out there...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
Your cheek is cold as morning, your breath a little cloud,
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
but here between two coffee cups the world is warm and loud.
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
let it snow against the window,
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
let the whole grey evening freeze,
we have coffee, we have candles,
we have this, and we have peace...
O-ma-né-o, warm against the winter,
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
o-ma-né-o, steam and cold and skin.
Every little sip a slow beginner,
omaneo, come let me in.
stay in the warm... stay with me...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Tango · Lied 14
Come Lie Down
Der letzte SchluckStill und dunkel – ein ruhiger Schluck, bevor die Augen zufallen.
last sip, love... then sleep...
come lie down...
come lie down...
The cups are in the kitchen, the candle almost done,
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
the long day folding softly like a slowly setting sun.
One last warm and quiet sip, your head against my chest,
and everything we didn't say can wait now, love, and rest.
Close your eyes now, darling,
let the evening go...
let the evening go...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
The house is finally settled, the streetlight through the blind,
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
and you are the last sweetness that I take into my mind.
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
no more talking, no more coffee,
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
just the weight of you asleep,
and the last warmth on my tongue, love,
and a quiet I can keep...
O-ma-né-o, quiet as the ending,
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
o-ma-né-o, warm and almost gone.
Every little breath a soft descending,
omaneo, till the dawn.
goodnight, love... goodnight...
omaneo... omaneo...
omaneo... omaneo...
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Mitteleuropa / Alpenraum (deutschsprachiger Raum) · überliefert, vorindustrielle Wurzeln
Musikrichtung 27 von 28
Traditional
Mitteleuropa / Alpenraum (deutschsprachiger Raum)
Die traditionelle, volkstümliche Weise hat viele Heimaten; hier folgen wir ihrer mitteleuropäischen Wurzel im deutschsprachigen Raum und im Alpenland, wo Melodien über Generationen mündlich weitergegeben wurden. Sie sind Musik der Stuben, der Feste und der Gemeinschaft, geerdet und vertraut. Bei omaneo passt dieser bodenständige Klang zum Kaffee als Ritual der Zusammenkunft, zur gedeckten Tafel und zum Gefühl, angekommen zu sein.
↓ die Lieder
Traditional · Lied 01
Gold Across Your Shoulder
Der erste SchluckWarme Milch, ruhige Hände, der Morgen erwacht.
Mmm... the morning breathes... come closer, love...
The light comes gold across your sleeping shoulder
and I move slow so time will not grow older
The kettle sighs, the kitchen starts to wake
I pour you something for your dreaming's sake
Your lashes flutter and you turn to me
the first warm scent that sets the morning free
and I move slow so time will not grow older
The kettle sighs, the kitchen starts to wake
I pour you something for your dreaming's sake
Your lashes flutter and you turn to me
the first warm scent that sets the morning free
And I would trade a hundred sunrise skies
just for the moment you first open your eyes
just for the moment you first open your eyes
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the amber glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
the first warm cup and the amber glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
I trace the daylight down along your arm
the coffee blushing, keeping both of us warm
You steal a sip and leave the cup for me
the sweetest theft in all of history
Your laughter softens like the rising steam
we linger longer in the morning's dream
the coffee blushing, keeping both of us warm
You steal a sip and leave the cup for me
the sweetest theft in all of history
Your laughter softens like the rising steam
we linger longer in the morning's dream
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the amber glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
the first warm cup and the amber glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
No hurry, darling, let the clock forget its name
the dawn belongs to lovers just the same
the dawn belongs to lovers just the same
I kiss your temple where the light has landed
you hum a tune that no one ever handed
The world can wait outside the windowpane
this quiet gold is all we need to gain
you hum a tune that no one ever handed
The world can wait outside the windowpane
this quiet gold is all we need to gain
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the amber glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
the first warm cup and the amber glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
Mmm... the first cup... always yours and mine...
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Traditional · Lied 02
Stars Beneath These Skies
Zu zweitZwei Tassen, ganz nah, in der Dämmerung.
The evening lowers... pour a little more...
The sun is bleeding rose across the wall
two glasses waiting for the night to fall
I pour the red and let it catch the light
a little velvet for the coming night
You lean against the doorway, half in shade
the sweetest picture evening ever made
two glasses waiting for the night to fall
I pour the red and let it catch the light
a little velvet for the coming night
You lean against the doorway, half in shade
the sweetest picture evening ever made
And every hour that we ever spent
was practice for this quiet firmament
was practice for this quiet firmament
Here in the dusk, o-ma-né-o
two glasses lifted where the candles glow
your eyes like wine and your voice so low
omaneo, I've nowhere else I'd rather go
two glasses lifted where the candles glow
your eyes like wine and your voice so low
omaneo, I've nowhere else I'd rather go
We talk of nothing till the nothing turns to gold
the wine grows warmer and the night grows bold
An espresso later just to keep us here
to stretch the minutes, hold the darkness near
Your fingers wander to the back of my hand
a language only lovers understand
the wine grows warmer and the night grows bold
An espresso later just to keep us here
to stretch the minutes, hold the darkness near
Your fingers wander to the back of my hand
a language only lovers understand
Here in the dusk, o-ma-né-o
two glasses lifted where the candles glow
your eyes like wine and your voice so low
omaneo, I've nowhere else I'd rather go
two glasses lifted where the candles glow
your eyes like wine and your voice so low
omaneo, I've nowhere else I'd rather go
Let the city dim its million restless eyes
we are the only stars beneath these skies
we are the only stars beneath these skies
The last light dies but we are just begun
two silhouettes, two hearts that beat as one
I lift my glass and toast the fading day
to you, to us, to all we'll never say
two silhouettes, two hearts that beat as one
I lift my glass and toast the fading day
to you, to us, to all we'll never say
Here in the dusk, o-ma-né-o
two glasses lifted where the candles glow
your eyes like wine and your voice so low
omaneo, I've nowhere else I'd rather go
two glasses lifted where the candles glow
your eyes like wine and your voice so low
omaneo, I've nowhere else I'd rather go
Mmm... two glasses... and the tender dusk...
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Traditional · Lied 03
Where We Both Belong
Über den TischZwei dampfende Kaffee, Hand in Hand.
So quiet here... just reach for me...
The candle trembles on the linen white
two cups of coffee steaming in the light
You slide your hand across the little space
and all the years go soft upon your face
No word is needed, nothing must be said
your fingers speak the language love has read
two cups of coffee steaming in the light
You slide your hand across the little space
and all the years go soft upon your face
No word is needed, nothing must be said
your fingers speak the language love has read
And in that inch of tablecloth we cross
we find the fortune under all the loss
we find the fortune under all the loss
Hands across the table, o-ma-né-o
warm as the cup and slow as the candle's glow
your touch, my breath, and the hours moving slow
omaneo, this is all I need to know
warm as the cup and slow as the candle's glow
your touch, my breath, and the hours moving slow
omaneo, this is all I need to know
The waiter passes but he fades from view
there's only me and only ever you
The espresso cools, forgotten, on the side
your hand in mine is all I've kept as pride
The room could empty, all the world could leave
and I would still have you upon my sleeve
there's only me and only ever you
The espresso cools, forgotten, on the side
your hand in mine is all I've kept as pride
The room could empty, all the world could leave
and I would still have you upon my sleeve
Hands across the table, o-ma-né-o
warm as the cup and slow as the candle's glow
your touch, my breath, and the hours moving slow
omaneo, this is all I need to know
warm as the cup and slow as the candle's glow
your touch, my breath, and the hours moving slow
omaneo, this is all I need to know
A lifetime narrows to a single palm
the whole world resting in that gentle calm
the whole world resting in that gentle calm
I turn your hand and read it like a song
the little lines of where we both belong
And if the candle burns down to the wood
I'll hold you here for good, for good, for good
the little lines of where we both belong
And if the candle burns down to the wood
I'll hold you here for good, for good, for good
Hands across the table, o-ma-né-o
warm as the cup and slow as the candle's glow
your touch, my breath, and the hours moving slow
omaneo, this is all I need to know
warm as the cup and slow as the candle's glow
your touch, my breath, and the hours moving slow
omaneo, this is all I need to know
Mmm... just your hand... across the table...
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Traditional · Lied 04
The Darker Kind
Dunkel & süßTief und bittersüß wie ein später Kuss.
Come here... let me taste the night...
There's cocoa on your lip and coffee in the air
a bittersweet perfume beyond compare
I lean into the shadow of your smile
and lose myself for one delicious while
The kind of dark that melts and doesn't fade
the richest sweetness heaven ever made
a bittersweet perfume beyond compare
I lean into the shadow of your smile
and lose myself for one delicious while
The kind of dark that melts and doesn't fade
the richest sweetness heaven ever made
And every kiss you give is deep and slow
a velvet secret only lovers know
a velvet secret only lovers know
Dark chocolate kiss, o-ma-né-o
bitter and sweet as the beans I grow
your mouth, my breath, and the candle's glow
omaneo, let the whole night melt and flow
bitter and sweet as the beans I grow
your mouth, my breath, and the candle's glow
omaneo, let the whole night melt and flow
A square of chocolate resting on your tongue
you feed me half and leave the rest unsung
The coffee lingers, warm behind the sweet
two flavors dancing where our shadows meet
I chase the cocoa down along your jaw
the tenderest taboo I never saw
you feed me half and leave the rest unsung
The coffee lingers, warm behind the sweet
two flavors dancing where our shadows meet
I chase the cocoa down along your jaw
the tenderest taboo I never saw
Dark chocolate kiss, o-ma-né-o
bitter and sweet as the beans I grow
your mouth, my breath, and the candle's glow
omaneo, let the whole night melt and flow
bitter and sweet as the beans I grow
your mouth, my breath, and the candle's glow
omaneo, let the whole night melt and flow
The finest things are never fully sweet
they carry shadow where the two hearts meet
they carry shadow where the two hearts meet
I'd give up sugar for the darker kind
the bittersweet of you inside my mind
So kiss me deeper, let the cocoa stay
and melt the morning's leaving far away
the bittersweet of you inside my mind
So kiss me deeper, let the cocoa stay
and melt the morning's leaving far away
Dark chocolate kiss, o-ma-né-o
bitter and sweet as the beans I grow
your mouth, my breath, and the candle's glow
omaneo, let the whole night melt and flow
bitter and sweet as the beans I grow
your mouth, my breath, and the candle's glow
omaneo, let the whole night melt and flow
Mmm... dark and sweet... one more kiss...
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Traditional · Lied 05
Beneath the Eaves
Warm drinnenZwei Hände um die volle Tasse, während es draußen regnet.
Listen... the rain... stay close to me...
The rain is writing rivers down the glass
and we are warm and letting the storm pass
Two cups of coffee steaming on the sill
the world is drowning but our room is still
Your head is resting soft against my chest
the kind of afternoon that feels the best
and we are warm and letting the storm pass
Two cups of coffee steaming on the sill
the world is drowning but our room is still
Your head is resting soft against my chest
the kind of afternoon that feels the best
And let it pour until the streets are seas
we're safe and golden here beneath the eaves
we're safe and golden here beneath the eaves
Rain on the window, o-ma-né-o
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin, my arms, and the coffee slow
omaneo, let it rain and never go
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin, my arms, and the coffee slow
omaneo, let it rain and never go
The thunder rolls but we just pull in tight
a blanket, you, and one small candle's light
The espresso cools while we forget the time
your heartbeat keeping soft and steady rhyme
The gray outside makes gold of all we own
this little harbor we have made our own
a blanket, you, and one small candle's light
The espresso cools while we forget the time
your heartbeat keeping soft and steady rhyme
The gray outside makes gold of all we own
this little harbor we have made our own
Rain on the window, o-ma-né-o
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin, my arms, and the coffee slow
omaneo, let it rain and never go
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin, my arms, and the coffee slow
omaneo, let it rain and never go
Let every cloud unburden all its grief
we've found in one another sweet relief
we've found in one another sweet relief
The afternoon dissolves into the gray
I would not chase a single drop away
For every storm that ever crossed the sky
was leading me to you and this goodbye to dry
I would not chase a single drop away
For every storm that ever crossed the sky
was leading me to you and this goodbye to dry
Rain on the window, o-ma-né-o
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin, my arms, and the coffee slow
omaneo, let it rain and never go
warm on the inside where the embers glow
your skin, my arms, and the coffee slow
omaneo, let it rain and never go
Mmm... the rain... and you... and warm...
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Traditional · Lied 06
Two Socked Feet
Langsamer TanzZwei Espressi im goldenen Abendlicht.
No music needed... just move with me...
The radio is humming something old
the coffee's brewing and the tiles are cold
But you pull me in beside the kitchen sink
and we start swaying slower than we think
Your cheek is warm against my collarbone
the finest ballroom love has ever known
the coffee's brewing and the tiles are cold
But you pull me in beside the kitchen sink
and we start swaying slower than we think
Your cheek is warm against my collarbone
the finest ballroom love has ever known
No orchestra, no chandelier of light
just two socked feet upon the floor tonight
just two socked feet upon the floor tonight
Slow dance in the kitchen, o-ma-né-o
the espresso whispering soft and low
your hand, my waist, and we sway so slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
the espresso whispering soft and low
your hand, my waist, and we sway so slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
The kettle sings a note to keep the time
and every turn we take is yours and mine
You laugh and stumble, then you find the beat
two clumsy angels dancing barefoot sweet
The steam is rising like a curtain drawn
we'll waltz right through until the early dawn
and every turn we take is yours and mine
You laugh and stumble, then you find the beat
two clumsy angels dancing barefoot sweet
The steam is rising like a curtain drawn
we'll waltz right through until the early dawn
Slow dance in the kitchen, o-ma-né-o
the espresso whispering soft and low
your hand, my waist, and we sway so slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
the espresso whispering soft and low
your hand, my waist, and we sway so slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
The grandest floors could never hold a thing
compared to how you make my kitchen sing
compared to how you make my kitchen sing
I dip you gently by the coffee pot
and steal a kiss you didn't know I sought
The song will end but we will keep the sway
long after all the music fades away
and steal a kiss you didn't know I sought
The song will end but we will keep the sway
long after all the music fades away
Slow dance in the kitchen, o-ma-né-o
the espresso whispering soft and low
your hand, my waist, and we sway so slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
the espresso whispering soft and low
your hand, my waist, and we sway so slow
omaneo, I never want to let you go
Mmm... one more turn... beneath the kitchen light...
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Traditional · Lied 07
The Only Prayer I Know
Für dich gemachtEine Handvoll Bohnen, mit Liebe gereicht.
Every morning... the same sweet ritual...
Before you wake I'm standing at the stove
the way you like it, dark and full and rove
A little sugar, just the way you take
the smallest offering my hands can make
I know the measure like I know your name
each morning different, every morning same
the way you like it, dark and full and rove
A little sugar, just the way you take
the smallest offering my hands can make
I know the measure like I know your name
each morning different, every morning same
It isn't grand and it will never shine
but making your coffee is a love of mine
but making your coffee is a love of mine
I make your coffee, o-ma-né-o
I pour my heart in every cup I owe
your first slow sip and the way you glow
omaneo, it's the only prayer I know
I pour my heart in every cup I owe
your first slow sip and the way you glow
omaneo, it's the only prayer I know
I bring it to you where the pillows lie
and watch the morning open in your eye
You wrap your hands around the little warmth
and thank me softly, worth a thousand oaths
There's no cathedral finer than this cup
the quiet way I lift your morning up
and watch the morning open in your eye
You wrap your hands around the little warmth
and thank me softly, worth a thousand oaths
There's no cathedral finer than this cup
the quiet way I lift your morning up
I make your coffee, o-ma-né-o
I pour my heart in every cup I owe
your first slow sip and the way you glow
omaneo, it's the only prayer I know
I pour my heart in every cup I owe
your first slow sip and the way you glow
omaneo, it's the only prayer I know
Let others sing of diamonds and of gold
I'll sing of coffee poured against the cold
I'll sing of coffee poured against the cold
And when we're old and slower on our feet
I'll still be brewing something dark and sweet
For every morning that the world will give
I'll make your coffee for as long as I live
I'll still be brewing something dark and sweet
For every morning that the world will give
I'll make your coffee for as long as I live
I make your coffee, o-ma-né-o
I pour my heart in every cup I owe
your first slow sip and the way you glow
omaneo, it's the only prayer I know
I pour my heart in every cup I owe
your first slow sip and the way you glow
omaneo, it's the only prayer I know
Mmm... just for you... always for you...
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Traditional · Lied 08
A Ghost of Gold
Duft der ErinnerungDampf im goldenen Morgenlicht - ein Atemzug, und du bist wieder da.
One breath... and there you are again...
I caught it in a doorway, faint and warm
the coffee scent that carries your old form
And suddenly it's years and years ago
your summer dress, the kitchen's amber glow
A single breath and you are here with me
a ghost of gold from lost eternity
the coffee scent that carries your old form
And suddenly it's years and years ago
your summer dress, the kitchen's amber glow
A single breath and you are here with me
a ghost of gold from lost eternity
They say a scent can open every door
and bring the ones we've loved to us once more
and bring the ones we've loved to us once more
The scent that brings you back, o-ma-né-o
the coffee curling where the memories go
your voice, your laugh, in the morning's slow
omaneo, you never really let me go
the coffee curling where the memories go
your voice, your laugh, in the morning's slow
omaneo, you never really let me go
I close my eyes and drink the fragrant air
and for a moment you are truly there
The way you'd hum beside the window frame
before the years had learned to spell your name
And though the cup grows cold within my hand
the warmth of you I still can understand
and for a moment you are truly there
The way you'd hum beside the window frame
before the years had learned to spell your name
And though the cup grows cold within my hand
the warmth of you I still can understand
The scent that brings you back, o-ma-né-o
the coffee curling where the memories go
your voice, your laugh, in the morning's slow
omaneo, you never really let me go
the coffee curling where the memories go
your voice, your laugh, in the morning's slow
omaneo, you never really let me go
Time takes the picture but it leaves the smell
the tender proof that once we loved so well
the tender proof that once we loved so well
So brew it strong and let the memory come
I'll meet you in the steam till day is done
For every scent that ever crossed my track
you're the one aroma bringing me back
I'll meet you in the steam till day is done
For every scent that ever crossed my track
you're the one aroma bringing me back
The scent that brings you back, o-ma-né-o
the coffee curling where the memories go
your voice, your laugh, in the morning's slow
omaneo, you never really let me go
the coffee curling where the memories go
your voice, your laugh, in the morning's slow
omaneo, you never really let me go
Mmm... one more breath... and there you are...
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Traditional · Lied 09
Apron Dusted with Flour
Aufguss zu zweitWarme Hände am langsamen Ritual - Naehe, die man einschenkt.
The stove is warm... come stir with me...
There's garlic softening and the wine reduced
your apron dusted where the flour got loose
I lean around you just to reach the salt
and steal a kiss and blame it on my fault
The kitchen's steaming and the pot is slow
the sweetest evening two hearts ever know
your apron dusted where the flour got loose
I lean around you just to reach the salt
and steal a kiss and blame it on my fault
The kitchen's steaming and the pot is slow
the sweetest evening two hearts ever know
No fancy table and no restaurant's art
just two who cook with one and the same heart
just two who cook with one and the same heart
Cooking for two, o-ma-né-o
the coffee after where the candles glow
your hands, my hands, and the simmer slow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd rather go
the coffee after where the candles glow
your hands, my hands, and the simmer slow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd rather go
You taste the sauce and hold the spoon to me
and ask me softly how it ought to be
I say it's perfect just because you're near
the finest seasoning in all the year
We bump and laugh inside the little space
and love is written all across your face
and ask me softly how it ought to be
I say it's perfect just because you're near
the finest seasoning in all the year
We bump and laugh inside the little space
and love is written all across your face
Cooking for two, o-ma-né-o
the coffee after where the candles glow
your hands, my hands, and the simmer slow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd rather go
the coffee after where the candles glow
your hands, my hands, and the simmer slow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd rather go
The world can keep its silver and its crowns
we've got a stove and love that never drowns
we've got a stove and love that never drowns
We light the candle and we set for two
a little feast that only lovers knew
And when the plates are cleared and dishes done
an espresso later underneath the moon and sun
a little feast that only lovers knew
And when the plates are cleared and dishes done
an espresso later underneath the moon and sun
Cooking for two, o-ma-né-o
the coffee after where the candles glow
your hands, my hands, and the simmer slow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd rather go
the coffee after where the candles glow
your hands, my hands, and the simmer slow
omaneo, there's nowhere else I'd rather go
Mmm... just for two... always just for two...
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Traditional · Lied 10
While the Roses Bloom
Sommer im GlasSuesse Frucht, dunkler Kaffee - der Geschmack warmer Tage.
Summer... it tastes like you...
There's peaches ripening and the air is gold
your skin is sunkissed and the days grow bold
An iced espresso sweating in the shade
the sweetest summer memory ever made
You kiss me quick and taste of salt and sun
a hundred summers rolled into just one
your skin is sunkissed and the days grow bold
An iced espresso sweating in the shade
the sweetest summer memory ever made
You kiss me quick and taste of salt and sun
a hundred summers rolled into just one
And if the season fades, I'll not despair
I'll keep the summer's flavor everywhere
I'll keep the summer's flavor everywhere
Summer on your lips, o-ma-né-o
sweet as the coffee where the sun hangs low
your mouth, my breath, and the warm winds blow
omaneo, let this golden season slow
sweet as the coffee where the sun hangs low
your mouth, my breath, and the warm winds blow
omaneo, let this golden season slow
The evening softens and the crickets start
you lean against me with your open heart
We share a cup beneath the fading light
and let the summer stretch into the night
Your laughter carries on the honeyed breeze
the finest music underneath the trees
you lean against me with your open heart
We share a cup beneath the fading light
and let the summer stretch into the night
Your laughter carries on the honeyed breeze
the finest music underneath the trees
Summer on your lips, o-ma-né-o
sweet as the coffee where the sun hangs low
your mouth, my breath, and the warm winds blow
omaneo, let this golden season slow
sweet as the coffee where the sun hangs low
your mouth, my breath, and the warm winds blow
omaneo, let this golden season slow
And when the autumn comes to steal the gold
I'll have your summer kiss to warm the cold
I'll have your summer kiss to warm the cold
So kiss me now while all the roses bloom
and fill the evening with your sweet perfume
For every summer that will ever be
is only summer when you're here with me
and fill the evening with your sweet perfume
For every summer that will ever be
is only summer when you're here with me
Summer on your lips, o-ma-né-o
sweet as the coffee where the sun hangs low
your mouth, my breath, and the warm winds blow
omaneo, let this golden season slow
sweet as the coffee where the sun hangs low
your mouth, my breath, and the warm winds blow
omaneo, let this golden season slow
Mmm... summer... always on your lips...
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Traditional · Lied 11
Yours Until the End
Ins Herz gegossenJede Tasse ein Versprechen - alles, was ich bin, gehoert dir.
Everything I am... it's yours...
Take all my mornings and my restless nights
my quiet shadows and my little lights
Take how I pour the coffee just for you
and every tender thing I ever do
There's nothing hidden and there's nothing held
my whole heart open where your name is spelled
my quiet shadows and my little lights
Take how I pour the coffee just for you
and every tender thing I ever do
There's nothing hidden and there's nothing held
my whole heart open where your name is spelled
I lay it down without a single doubt
you are the in of me, you are the out
you are the in of me, you are the out
All of me is yours, o-ma-né-o
the cup, the kiss, and the candle's glow
my hands, my heart, and the years so slow
omaneo, there's nothing I won't let you know
the cup, the kiss, and the candle's glow
my hands, my heart, and the years so slow
omaneo, there's nothing I won't let you know
Take all my flaws and all my broken parts
the tangled maps of all my faded starts
I give them freely, folded in a bow
there's nothing left that you don't get to know
You are the reason and you are the rhyme
the only keeper of my given time
the tangled maps of all my faded starts
I give them freely, folded in a bow
there's nothing left that you don't get to know
You are the reason and you are the rhyme
the only keeper of my given time
All of me is yours, o-ma-né-o
the cup, the kiss, and the candle's glow
my hands, my heart, and the years so slow
omaneo, there's nothing I won't let you know
the cup, the kiss, and the candle's glow
my hands, my heart, and the years so slow
omaneo, there's nothing I won't let you know
Some give a little, guarded and afraid
I give it all, undoing every blade
I give it all, undoing every blade
And if I have but one more breath to spend
I'll spend it saying yours until the end
For everything I was and am and will
is yours completely, yours and always still
I'll spend it saying yours until the end
For everything I was and am and will
is yours completely, yours and always still
All of me is yours, o-ma-né-o
the cup, the kiss, and the candle's glow
my hands, my heart, and the years so slow
omaneo, there's nothing I won't let you know
the cup, the kiss, and the candle's glow
my hands, my heart, and the years so slow
omaneo, there's nothing I won't let you know
Mmm... all of me... forever yours...
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Traditional · Lied 12
Crumbs on the Rumpled Sheet
Fruehstueck im BettZerknitterte Laken, suesser Kaffee - der faule Morgen darf bleiben.
Don't get up... stay right here with me...
The tray is tilting and the toast is warm
your hair's a lovely and a tangled storm
I bring the coffee balanced on my knee
and spill a little laughing carelessly
The crumbs are scattered on the rumpled sheet
the laziest of mornings, slow and sweet
your hair's a lovely and a tangled storm
I bring the coffee balanced on my knee
and spill a little laughing carelessly
The crumbs are scattered on the rumpled sheet
the laziest of mornings, slow and sweet
No clock is ticking, no alarm to dread
just you and me and breakfast here in bed
just you and me and breakfast here in bed
Breakfast in bed, o-ma-né-o
the coffee steaming and the pillows low
your sleepy kiss and the morning slow
omaneo, there's nowhere that I want to go
the coffee steaming and the pillows low
your sleepy kiss and the morning slow
omaneo, there's nowhere that I want to go
You steal the jam and leave a sweeter trace
a little sugar smiling on your face
I lean to kiss it and forget the tray
and half the breakfast tumbles on its way
We laugh and let the coffee go stone cold
some mornings are the purest kind of gold
a little sugar smiling on your face
I lean to kiss it and forget the tray
and half the breakfast tumbles on its way
We laugh and let the coffee go stone cold
some mornings are the purest kind of gold
Breakfast in bed, o-ma-né-o
the coffee steaming and the pillows low
your sleepy kiss and the morning slow
omaneo, there's nowhere that I want to go
the coffee steaming and the pillows low
your sleepy kiss and the morning slow
omaneo, there's nowhere that I want to go
Let all the busy world go rushing past
we've found a morning built to slow and last
we've found a morning built to slow and last
The daylight climbs but we refuse to move
we've got a lazy paradise to prove
So pass the coffee, brush away the crumb
and stay in bed until the evening's come
we've got a lazy paradise to prove
So pass the coffee, brush away the crumb
and stay in bed until the evening's come
Breakfast in bed, o-ma-né-o
the coffee steaming and the pillows low
your sleepy kiss and the morning slow
omaneo, there's nowhere that I want to go
the coffee steaming and the pillows low
your sleepy kiss and the morning slow
omaneo, there's nowhere that I want to go
Mmm... crumbs and kisses... don't get up...
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Traditional · Lied 13
Feathers on the Pane
Warme HaendeKalte Finger um heissen Kaffee - Winter draussen, Waerme in der Hand.
Cold outside... but warm right here...
The frost is drawing feathers on the pane
your fingers cold from walking in the rain
I fold my hands around your frozen ones
and press a warmth that thaws the winter suns
A cup of coffee shared between us two
the only fire that a heart needs true
your fingers cold from walking in the rain
I fold my hands around your frozen ones
and press a warmth that thaws the winter suns
A cup of coffee shared between us two
the only fire that a heart needs true
Let winter howl and let the north wind cry
we've got a warmth the cold can never buy
we've got a warmth the cold can never buy
Winter hands, o-ma-né-o
warm on the cup where the embers glow
your cold, my warmth, and the fire slow
omaneo, let the snow fall soft and slow
warm on the cup where the embers glow
your cold, my warmth, and the fire slow
omaneo, let the snow fall soft and slow
The blanket's heavy and the kettle sighs
the candle dancing little golden skies
You tuck your feet beneath me on the couch
and I could stay right here for years, I vouch
The steam is rising like a soft goodbye
to all the cold that ever made us cry
the candle dancing little golden skies
You tuck your feet beneath me on the couch
and I could stay right here for years, I vouch
The steam is rising like a soft goodbye
to all the cold that ever made us cry
Winter hands, o-ma-né-o
warm on the cup where the embers glow
your cold, my warmth, and the fire slow
omaneo, let the snow fall soft and slow
warm on the cup where the embers glow
your cold, my warmth, and the fire slow
omaneo, let the snow fall soft and slow
The longest nights are made for holding tight
for keeping someone's fingers warm and light
for keeping someone's fingers warm and light
And when the winter finally lets us free
I'll miss the way you shivered close to me
So let it snow and let the cold hold sway
I'll warm your hands until the break of day
I'll miss the way you shivered close to me
So let it snow and let the cold hold sway
I'll warm your hands until the break of day
Winter hands, o-ma-né-o
warm on the cup where the embers glow
your cold, my warmth, and the fire slow
omaneo, let the snow fall soft and slow
warm on the cup where the embers glow
your cold, my warmth, and the fire slow
omaneo, let the snow fall soft and slow
Mmm... warm hands... against the winter...
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Traditional · Lied 14
Last Kiss Goodnight
Der letzte SchluckEin stiller Kaffee, das Licht gedimmt - Ruhe vor dem Schlaf.
The day is done... one last sip, my love...
The lamp is low and half the house asleep
the coffee's cooling and the shadows deep
You curl against me with a drowsy sigh
the softest ending to a passing sky
I take the last warm sip and set it down
and pull the quiet like a velvet gown
the coffee's cooling and the shadows deep
You curl against me with a drowsy sigh
the softest ending to a passing sky
I take the last warm sip and set it down
and pull the quiet like a velvet gown
The world outside can keep its restless roar
we've locked the peace behind our bedroom door
we've locked the peace behind our bedroom door
The last sip, o-ma-né-o
the cup gone empty and the candle low
your breath, my breath, and the night so slow
omaneo, into the quiet let us go
the cup gone empty and the candle low
your breath, my breath, and the night so slow
omaneo, into the quiet let us go
Your eyelids flutter as you drift away
the sweetest closing of a well-loved day
I trace a circle soft along your spine
a wordless promise that you're always mine
The last of coffee lingers on my tongue
the tender ending to a love still young
the sweetest closing of a well-loved day
I trace a circle soft along your spine
a wordless promise that you're always mine
The last of coffee lingers on my tongue
the tender ending to a love still young
The last sip, o-ma-né-o
the cup gone empty and the candle low
your breath, my breath, and the night so slow
omaneo, into the quiet let us go
the cup gone empty and the candle low
your breath, my breath, and the night so slow
omaneo, into the quiet let us go
No grander music than your slowing breath
the gentle rhythm holding back the death of light
the gentle rhythm holding back the death of light
And as the darkness gathers us as one
I count the blessings of the day that's done
The last sweet sip, the last soft kiss goodnight
then off to dream inside the fading light
I count the blessings of the day that's done
The last sweet sip, the last soft kiss goodnight
then off to dream inside the fading light
The last sip, o-ma-né-o
the cup gone empty and the candle low
your breath, my breath, and the night so slow
omaneo, into the quiet let us go
the cup gone empty and the candle low
your breath, my breath, and the night so slow
omaneo, into the quiet let us go
Mmm... goodnight, my love... the last sweet sip...
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Global (als Reise gerahmt) · zeitübergreifend, geprägt ab den 1980er Jahren
Musikrichtung 28 von 28
World
Global (als Reise gerahmt)
Weltmusik ist kein einzelner Ort, sondern eine Einladung, dem Klang um den ganzen Globus zu folgen; als Sammelbegriff wurde sie ab den 1980er-Jahren geläufig. Von Trommeln bis Saiten, von Kontinent zu Kontinent trägt sie die Vielfalt menschlicher Rhythmen in sich. Bei omaneo steht sie sinnbildlich für die Reise des Kaffees selbst, der aus Anbaugebieten aller Erdteile in die Tasse findet, neutral verortet am Schnittpunkt von Äquator und Nullmeridian.
↓ die Lieder
World · Lied 01
Before the World Wakes
Der erste SchluckMorgenlicht fällt weich auf die Tasse – der erste Schluck, das Erwachen.
Good morning, my love... stay a little longer
The sun spills slow and golden down the length of your skin
the morning still is sleeping and I don't want to begin
the kettle hums so softly like a prayer in the dark
two cups before the world wakes up and lights its little spark
the aroma rises heavy, it is warm and it is deep
a memory of every gentle night I chose to keep
the morning still is sleeping and I don't want to begin
the kettle hums so softly like a prayer in the dark
two cups before the world wakes up and lights its little spark
the aroma rises heavy, it is warm and it is deep
a memory of every gentle night I chose to keep
And I lose myself in vapor, in the silence and the heat
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
You turn to me still dreaming with your hair across the light
half a wish and half a sunrise breaking soft against the night
I trace the morning slowly down the valley of your spine
bitter-sweet, your lips on mine, the whole day left behind
the wine still hums from yesterday, a low and honeyed tune
and I want this slow forever, in this warm and drifting room
half a wish and half a sunrise breaking soft against the night
I trace the morning slowly down the valley of your spine
bitter-sweet, your lips on mine, the whole day left behind
the wine still hums from yesterday, a low and honeyed tune
and I want this slow forever, in this warm and drifting room
And the whole wide world is shining in the corner of this heat
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
From distant shores and spice-lit air the morning found its way
to this small kitchen table where I'd ask you both to stay
one taste, one touch, one gathered breath, the map dissolves to skin
omaneo, whispered soft, and the whole day pours in
to this small kitchen table where I'd ask you both to stay
one taste, one touch, one gathered breath, the map dissolves to skin
omaneo, whispered soft, and the whole day pours in
So drink me in like coffee, dark and slow against your tongue
let the steam become a country where the two of us belong
I'd cross a thousand bright bazaars just to come home to you
and the first cup of the morning, my love, is always, always true
let the steam become a country where the two of us belong
I'd cross a thousand bright bazaars just to come home to you
and the first cup of the morning, my love, is always, always true
Pour it slow, o-ma-né-o
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
the first warm cup and the morning glow
your sleepy smile and the taste of gold
omaneo, my hands around the world I hold
o-ma-né-o... stay a little longer, love
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World · Lied 02
The Dusk Becomes a Doorway
NäheZwei Hände, eine warme Tasse – geteilte Wärme in der Dämmerung.
The evening lowers... come closer to me
The light goes soft as honey where the rooftops turn to rose
two glasses on the table and the day begins to close
the wine is dark and patient like a story half-untold
your fingers find the stem of glass, your eyes are amber gold
the swallows write their circles on a sky the color of skin
and the dusk leans in against us as the quiet slips in
two glasses on the table and the day begins to close
the wine is dark and patient like a story half-untold
your fingers find the stem of glass, your eyes are amber gold
the swallows write their circles on a sky the color of skin
and the dusk leans in against us as the quiet slips in
And I taste the evening on you, taste the wine and taste the warm
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
two glasses in the falling glow
your lips are red, your shoulder bare
omaneo, the whole warm dusk we share
two glasses in the falling glow
your lips are red, your shoulder bare
omaneo, the whole warm dusk we share
We speak in half-said sentences, in glances and in sighs
the candle finds a country in the dark behind your eyes
a far-off harbor, spice and salt, a market's fading hum
but the only shore I long for is the one your two arms become
the wine goes down like velvet, like a road I want to roam
and the dusk becomes a doorway and your body is my home
the candle finds a country in the dark behind your eyes
a far-off harbor, spice and salt, a market's fading hum
but the only shore I long for is the one your two arms become
the wine goes down like velvet, like a road I want to roam
and the dusk becomes a doorway and your body is my home
And I taste the evening on you, taste the distance turning warm
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
two glasses in the falling glow
your lips are red, your shoulder bare
omaneo, the whole warm dusk we share
two glasses in the falling glow
your lips are red, your shoulder bare
omaneo, the whole warm dusk we share
Let the world outside go dimming, let the lamps forget to shine
there is nothing left to conquer with your hand inside of mine
one more pour before the darkness, one more breath before the night
omaneo, softly spoken, and the dusk turns into light
there is nothing left to conquer with your hand inside of mine
one more pour before the darkness, one more breath before the night
omaneo, softly spoken, and the dusk turns into light
So finish what we started, love, this slow and dark red wine
lean your temple on my shoulder, put your restless heart on mine
we are two glasses in the dusk and we are nearly full
and the sweetest of all evenings is the one that turns to you
lean your temple on my shoulder, put your restless heart on mine
we are two glasses in the dusk and we are nearly full
and the sweetest of all evenings is the one that turns to you
Sip it slow, o-ma-né-o
two glasses in the falling glow
your lips are red, your shoulder bare
omaneo, the whole warm dusk we share
two glasses in the falling glow
your lips are red, your shoulder bare
omaneo, the whole warm dusk we share
o-ma-né-o... stay with me till morning
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World · Lied 03
The Tablecloth's a Country
Über dem TischGoldenes Licht, sanfte Unschärfe – ein Moment, der sich berührt.
Give me your hand... just for a moment
The dishes wait forgotten and the coffee's going cold
the little candle flickers and the evening's growing old
but nothing in the room exists except this quiet space
where your fingers cross the table and they find my open place
the tablecloth's a country and our hands are two lone ships
and the whole of what I want to say is trembling on my lips
the little candle flickers and the evening's growing old
but nothing in the room exists except this quiet space
where your fingers cross the table and they find my open place
the tablecloth's a country and our hands are two lone ships
and the whole of what I want to say is trembling on my lips
And your skin against my knuckles is the only word I need
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
across the table's candle-glow
your palm on mine, the world grows small
omaneo, your hand is holding all
across the table's candle-glow
your palm on mine, the world grows small
omaneo, your hand is holding all
We've crossed so many oceans in the years behind our eyes
we've weathered every winter and we've learned to improvise
but here across the linen where the spice and coffee steam
your fingers write a language that is older than a dream
no market and no minaret, no far and famous coast
could ever mean as much to me as this, the hand I hold the most
we've weathered every winter and we've learned to improvise
but here across the linen where the spice and coffee steam
your fingers write a language that is older than a dream
no market and no minaret, no far and famous coast
could ever mean as much to me as this, the hand I hold the most
And your skin against my knuckles is the only home I need
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
across the table's candle-glow
your palm on mine, the world grows small
omaneo, your hand is holding all
across the table's candle-glow
your palm on mine, the world grows small
omaneo, your hand is holding all
Let the supper cool untasted, let the wine forget the glass
there is nothing half so precious as this moment let to pass
one hand upon another and the whole loud world goes still
omaneo, soft as breathing, and it always, always will
there is nothing half so precious as this moment let to pass
one hand upon another and the whole loud world goes still
omaneo, soft as breathing, and it always, always will
So keep your fingers laced in mine and let the candle die
we will speak in touch and pressure, we will answer with a sigh
the table is an ocean and our hands the only shore
and I'll reach across it every night, and love you more and more
we will speak in touch and pressure, we will answer with a sigh
the table is an ocean and our hands the only shore
and I'll reach across it every night, and love you more and more
Reach for me, o-ma-né-o
across the table's candle-glow
your palm on mine, the world grows small
omaneo, your hand is holding all
across the table's candle-glow
your palm on mine, the world grows small
omaneo, your hand is holding all
o-ma-né-o... don't let go
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World · Lied 04
Seventy Percent of Midnight
Dunkle SchokoladeDunkle Bohnen zum Herz gelegt – bittersüß wie ein Kuss.
Come here... let me taste the dark
There's a bar of bitter darkness melting slow between our lips
seventy percent of midnight on your tongue and fingertips
the coffee's on the burner and it deepens in the air
and the flavor of your mouth on mine is more than I can bear
so bitter and so tender, so much shadow and so much gold
you are cocoa in the candlelight, a warmth I want to hold
seventy percent of midnight on your tongue and fingertips
the coffee's on the burner and it deepens in the air
and the flavor of your mouth on mine is more than I can bear
so bitter and so tender, so much shadow and so much gold
you are cocoa in the candlelight, a warmth I want to hold
And I taste the dark chocolate, taste the coffee, taste your skin
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as the glow
your bitter-sweet against my mouth
omaneo, you melt my every doubt
dark as cocoa, warm as the glow
your bitter-sweet against my mouth
omaneo, you melt my every doubt
We break the bar in pieces and we feed each other slow
a little sin of sweetness in the ember-colored glow
your lips are stained with shadow and your laugh is stained with light
and the whole of far Arabia couldn't spice a better night
one square upon your tongue, my love, one square upon my own
and the space between our bodies is the sweetest place I've known
a little sin of sweetness in the ember-colored glow
your lips are stained with shadow and your laugh is stained with light
and the whole of far Arabia couldn't spice a better night
one square upon your tongue, my love, one square upon my own
and the space between our bodies is the sweetest place I've known
And I taste the dark chocolate, taste the longing, taste the din
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as the glow
your bitter-sweet against my mouth
omaneo, you melt my every doubt
dark as cocoa, warm as the glow
your bitter-sweet against my mouth
omaneo, you melt my every doubt
Let it melt against the roof of every word I couldn't say
let the bitterness turn tender in the warmth of where we lay
one more square, one more slow kiss, one more shudder, one more sigh
omaneo, whispered darkly, and I'll never say goodbye
let the bitterness turn tender in the warmth of where we lay
one more square, one more slow kiss, one more shudder, one more sigh
omaneo, whispered darkly, and I'll never say goodbye
So give me all your midnight and I'll give you all my gold
we are cocoa in the darkness and we never will grow cold
the coffee and the chocolate and the taste of you tonight
are the three most sacred flavors of a slow and sweet delight
we are cocoa in the darkness and we never will grow cold
the coffee and the chocolate and the taste of you tonight
are the three most sacred flavors of a slow and sweet delight
Kiss me slow, o-ma-né-o
dark as cocoa, warm as the glow
your bitter-sweet against my mouth
omaneo, you melt my every doubt
dark as cocoa, warm as the glow
your bitter-sweet against my mouth
omaneo, you melt my every doubt
o-ma-né-o... one more taste
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World · Lied 05
Rain Is Writing Rivers
Regen am FensterDraußen grau, drinnen dampfend warm – Geborgenheit am Fenster.
Listen... it's raining. Come lie with me
The rain is writing rivers down the glass beside the bed
the world outside is silver and the room is warm instead
the coffee steams between us in two cups upon the floor
and the storm can knock as loud as it likes, we won't unlock the door
your shoulder is a country and the blanket is a sea
and the only weather that I need is you here close to me
the world outside is silver and the room is warm instead
the coffee steams between us in two cups upon the floor
and the storm can knock as loud as it likes, we won't unlock the door
your shoulder is a country and the blanket is a sea
and the only weather that I need is you here close to me
And the rain becomes a blessing while I'm tracing down your skin
Let it fall, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside, the warm within-glow
your heartbeat and the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're the warmest dream
the rain outside, the warm within-glow
your heartbeat and the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're the warmest dream
The thunder rolls like drumming from a far and distant shore
the lightning maps a jungle on the ceiling and the floor
but here beneath the covers where our breathing is the tide
there's nowhere in the whole wide world I'd rather choose to hide
your lips taste of the coffee and your skin tastes of the rain
and I'd let it storm forever just to hold you here again
the lightning maps a jungle on the ceiling and the floor
but here beneath the covers where our breathing is the tide
there's nowhere in the whole wide world I'd rather choose to hide
your lips taste of the coffee and your skin tastes of the rain
and I'd let it storm forever just to hold you here again
And the rain becomes a blessing while your warmth is drawing in
Let it fall, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside, the warm within-glow
your heartbeat and the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're the warmest dream
the rain outside, the warm within-glow
your heartbeat and the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're the warmest dream
Let the gutters sing their rivers, let the grey sky come undone
there is summer in this blanket and your body is the sun
one warm cup and one warm shoulder while the whole world drowns outside
omaneo, softly murmured, and the rain becomes a tide
there is summer in this blanket and your body is the sun
one warm cup and one warm shoulder while the whole world drowns outside
omaneo, softly murmured, and the rain becomes a tide
So pull the covers over us and let the storm go on
we are dry and we are golden till the grey of it is gone
the rain can have the whole wide world, its oceans and its shores
but the warmth beneath this window, love, is mine and it is yours
we are dry and we are golden till the grey of it is gone
the rain can have the whole wide world, its oceans and its shores
but the warmth beneath this window, love, is mine and it is yours
Let it fall, o-ma-né-o
the rain outside, the warm within-glow
your heartbeat and the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're the warmest dream
the rain outside, the warm within-glow
your heartbeat and the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're the warmest dream
o-ma-né-o... let it rain all night
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World · Lied 06
Tango From a Far-Off Street
Langsamer TanzBernsteinfarbener Espresso im warmen Licht – ein Tanz in der Küche.
No music playing... just come dance with me
The coffee's on the counter and the tiles are cold and bare
but your hand is on my waist now and there's nothing anywhere
no radio, no orchestra, just the humming of the fridge
and the whole of the kitchen becomes a slow and swaying bridge
your cheek against my shoulder and our feet forget to move
we are dancing to a rhythm that we've nothing left to prove
but your hand is on my waist now and there's nothing anywhere
no radio, no orchestra, just the humming of the fridge
and the whole of the kitchen becomes a slow and swaying bridge
your cheek against my shoulder and our feet forget to move
we are dancing to a rhythm that we've nothing left to prove
And we sway inside the steam and the quiet of the night
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
here in the kitchen's amber glow
no song at all but your slow breath
omaneo, I'd dance with you to death
here in the kitchen's amber glow
no song at all but your slow breath
omaneo, I'd dance with you to death
The dishes stack forgotten and the kettle's going cold
and we turn beneath the light bulb like a story never told
your fingers on my collar and my forehead on your hair
and the smell of coffee everywhere, a warm and gentle air
a tango from a far-off street, a waltz from some old shore
but the dance that means the most to me is you across this floor
and we turn beneath the light bulb like a story never told
your fingers on my collar and my forehead on your hair
and the smell of coffee everywhere, a warm and gentle air
a tango from a far-off street, a waltz from some old shore
but the dance that means the most to me is you across this floor
And we sway inside the steam and the softness of the light
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
here in the kitchen's amber glow
no song at all but your slow breath
omaneo, I'd dance with you to death
here in the kitchen's amber glow
no song at all but your slow breath
omaneo, I'd dance with you to death
Let the whole world keep its ballrooms and its chandeliers of gold
there is nothing half so lovely as this kitchen we can hold
one slow turn beside the counter while the coffee softly steams
omaneo, gently spoken, and we dance inside our dreams
there is nothing half so lovely as this kitchen we can hold
one slow turn beside the counter while the coffee softly steams
omaneo, gently spoken, and we dance inside our dreams
So sway with me till midnight and then sway with me till dawn
we will dance until the coffee and the candlelight are gone
the kitchen is a ballroom and your arms the only song
and I'll dance with you, my darling, all our slow and gentle long
we will dance until the coffee and the candlelight are gone
the kitchen is a ballroom and your arms the only song
and I'll dance with you, my darling, all our slow and gentle long
Dance with me, o-ma-né-o
here in the kitchen's amber glow
no song at all but your slow breath
omaneo, I'd dance with you to death
here in the kitchen's amber glow
no song at all but your slow breath
omaneo, I'd dance with you to death
o-ma-né-o... one more turn
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The Hills of Yirgacheffe
Ich mach dir KaffeeZimt, Herzplätzchen, dampfende Tasse – das liebevolle Ritual am Morgen.
Still asleep? Let me bring it to you
I rise before the sunlight while you're dreaming in the sheets
and I grind the dark and fragrant beans to something low and sweet
I know the way you like it, just a whisper of the cream
and I carry it so carefully to keep you in your dream
the steam curls like a ribbon and the aroma fills the air
and the making of your coffee is a small and holy prayer
and I grind the dark and fragrant beans to something low and sweet
I know the way you like it, just a whisper of the cream
and I carry it so carefully to keep you in your dream
the steam curls like a ribbon and the aroma fills the air
and the making of your coffee is a small and holy prayer
And I stir a little love in, more than sugar, more than gold
Here it comes, o-ma-né-o
your morning cup and its gentle glow
I made it slow, I made it true
omaneo, I made it all for you
your morning cup and its gentle glow
I made it slow, I made it true
omaneo, I made it all for you
I've learned the little ritual like a language of the heart
the water and the waiting and the tender, careful art
from far-off hills of Yirgacheffe to markets rich and warm
these beans have crossed an ocean just to meet your sleepy form
and every single morning is a chance to say again
in coffee what I cannot say in any other pen
the water and the waiting and the tender, careful art
from far-off hills of Yirgacheffe to markets rich and warm
these beans have crossed an ocean just to meet your sleepy form
and every single morning is a chance to say again
in coffee what I cannot say in any other pen
And I stir a little love in, more than warmth and more than gold
Here it comes, o-ma-né-o
your morning cup and its gentle glow
I made it slow, I made it true
omaneo, I made it all for you
your morning cup and its gentle glow
I made it slow, I made it true
omaneo, I made it all for you
Let the whole world make its fortunes, let it hurry, let it fret
there is nothing worth as much to me as this, the cup I've set
one warm mug beside your pillow while the morning softly breaks
omaneo, gently spoken, is the finest thing I make
there is nothing worth as much to me as this, the cup I've set
one warm mug beside your pillow while the morning softly breaks
omaneo, gently spoken, is the finest thing I make
So open up your sleepy eyes and let me watch you sip
let me see the little pleasure that goes crossing on your lip
the coffee is my love song and the cup my open hand
and I'll make it every morning, love, until you understand
let me see the little pleasure that goes crossing on your lip
the coffee is my love song and the cup my open hand
and I'll make it every morning, love, until you understand
Here it comes, o-ma-né-o
your morning cup and its gentle glow
I made it slow, I made it true
omaneo, I made it all for you
your morning cup and its gentle glow
I made it slow, I made it true
omaneo, I made it all for you
o-ma-né-o... good morning, love
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A Bazaar in Old Damascus
Duft der ErinnerungEin Aroma – und du bist wieder da.
That smell again... and suddenly you're here
A coffee on a corner in a city far away
and the scent came up like water and it swept the years away
and there you were beside me though you're oceans out of reach
your laughter in the roasting and your shadow on the beach
the cardamom, the coffee, and the spice-and-honey air
brought you back so close I turned around to find you standing there
and the scent came up like water and it swept the years away
and there you were beside me though you're oceans out of reach
your laughter in the roasting and your shadow on the beach
the cardamom, the coffee, and the spice-and-honey air
brought you back so close I turned around to find you standing there
And a scent can hold a whole life in the space of one long breath
Bring me back, o-ma-né-o
the scent, the years, the gentle glow
one breath and you are here with me
omaneo, my sweetest memory
the scent, the years, the gentle glow
one breath and you are here with me
omaneo, my sweetest memory
They say the nose remembers what the mind has let go by
and one warm cup of coffee is enough to make me cry
a bazaar in old Damascus, a small café by the sea
a morning kitchen years ago where you made one for me
the whole of every country that we wandered hand in hand
comes rushing back on aroma like the tide across the sand
and one warm cup of coffee is enough to make me cry
a bazaar in old Damascus, a small café by the sea
a morning kitchen years ago where you made one for me
the whole of every country that we wandered hand in hand
comes rushing back on aroma like the tide across the sand
And a scent can hold a whole love in the space of one warm breath
Bring me back, o-ma-né-o
the scent, the years, the gentle glow
one breath and you are here with me
omaneo, my sweetest memory
the scent, the years, the gentle glow
one breath and you are here with me
omaneo, my sweetest memory
Let the world forget its photographs, its letters and its songs
there is nothing keeps you closer than the scent to which you belong
one warm cup and you are with me though the miles are wide and black
omaneo, softly whispered, is the scent that brings you back
there is nothing keeps you closer than the scent to which you belong
one warm cup and you are with me though the miles are wide and black
omaneo, softly whispered, is the scent that brings you back
So I'll brew it every evening just to feel you near again
and I'll breathe you in like coffee till the ache becomes a friend
the aroma is a doorway and your memory the room
and I'll walk through it forever in the warm and fragrant gloom
and I'll breathe you in like coffee till the ache becomes a friend
the aroma is a doorway and your memory the room
and I'll walk through it forever in the warm and fragrant gloom
Bring me back, o-ma-né-o
the scent, the years, the gentle glow
one breath and you are here with me
omaneo, my sweetest memory
the scent, the years, the gentle glow
one breath and you are here with me
omaneo, my sweetest memory
o-ma-né-o... you're here again
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A Recipe From Marrakech
Nähe im AbendlichtWärme, die zu zweit am schönsten schmeckt.
Pass me the spice... come stand a little closer
The onions hit the olive oil and everything's alive
your hip against the counter and the whole kitchen comes to thrive
there's saffron in the little bowl and coffee on the side
and the two of us are cooking like we've nothing left to hide
you steal a taste, I steal a kiss, the pepper fills the air
and the whole warm smell of dinner is a love beyond compare
your hip against the counter and the whole kitchen comes to thrive
there's saffron in the little bowl and coffee on the side
and the two of us are cooking like we've nothing left to hide
you steal a taste, I steal a kiss, the pepper fills the air
and the whole warm smell of dinner is a love beyond compare
And we simmer in the steam and in the closeness of the heat
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
two hearts, one pot, and the burner's glow
your fingers spiced, your smile so true
omaneo, I'm cooking just for you
two hearts, one pot, and the burner's glow
your fingers spiced, your smile so true
omaneo, I'm cooking just for you
A recipe from Marrakech and one your grandmother knew
the cumin and the coriander and a splash of something blue
you stir the pot, I pour the wine, we taste and laugh and lean
and the kitchen is the warmest little country we have seen
from far-off spice-lit harbors all these flavors made their way
to this small and steamy evening, to this pot in which we play
the cumin and the coriander and a splash of something blue
you stir the pot, I pour the wine, we taste and laugh and lean
and the kitchen is the warmest little country we have seen
from far-off spice-lit harbors all these flavors made their way
to this small and steamy evening, to this pot in which we play
And we simmer in the steam and in the sweetness of the heat
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
two hearts, one pot, and the burner's glow
your fingers spiced, your smile so true
omaneo, I'm cooking just for you
two hearts, one pot, and the burner's glow
your fingers spiced, your smile so true
omaneo, I'm cooking just for you
Let the fancy restaurants keep their crystal and their chrome
there is nothing tastes as tender as a dinner made at home
one warm pot and one warm partner while the spices softly steam
omaneo, gently spoken, is the flavor of the dream
there is nothing tastes as tender as a dinner made at home
one warm pot and one warm partner while the spices softly steam
omaneo, gently spoken, is the flavor of the dream
So plate it up and dim the light and pour the last of wine
we will eat it slow and laughing with your knee against mine
the kitchen is our little world and cooking is our art
and I'll cook with you forever, love, with all my hungry heart
we will eat it slow and laughing with your knee against mine
the kitchen is our little world and cooking is our art
and I'll cook with you forever, love, with all my hungry heart
Cook with me, o-ma-né-o
two hearts, one pot, and the burner's glow
your fingers spiced, your smile so true
omaneo, I'm cooking just for you
two hearts, one pot, and the burner's glow
your fingers spiced, your smile so true
omaneo, I'm cooking just for you
o-ma-né-o... dinner's ready, love
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The Whole of the Aegean
Sommer im GlasKühler Kaffee, ein langer goldener Tag.
Come here... you taste like July
There's a summer on your shoulders and a sunset in your hair
and the taste of iced-cold coffee lingers sweetly everywhere
the figs are dark and heavy and the peaches split with juice
and your lips have caught the season like there's nothing to refuse
the cicadas hum like drumming from a hillside far away
and the whole warm world is melting in the gold of this long day
and the taste of iced-cold coffee lingers sweetly everywhere
the figs are dark and heavy and the peaches split with juice
and your lips have caught the season like there's nothing to refuse
the cicadas hum like drumming from a hillside far away
and the whole warm world is melting in the gold of this long day
And I taste the summer on you, taste the fruit and taste the sun
Kiss me now, o-ma-né-o
the summer on your lips aglow
the coffee cold, the evening long
omaneo, you're my favorite song
the summer on your lips aglow
the coffee cold, the evening long
omaneo, you're my favorite song
We drift along a coastline where the water's warm as wine
and the salt is on your collarbone, your fingers laced in mine
a melon and a mango and a cup of coffee sweet
and the whole of the Aegean isn't half as warm and complete
from distant sun-drenched islands all this brightness found its way
to the taste upon your gentle mouth on this long golden day
and the salt is on your collarbone, your fingers laced in mine
a melon and a mango and a cup of coffee sweet
and the whole of the Aegean isn't half as warm and complete
from distant sun-drenched islands all this brightness found its way
to the taste upon your gentle mouth on this long golden day
And I taste the summer on you, taste the season just begun
Kiss me now, o-ma-né-o
the summer on your lips aglow
the coffee cold, the evening long
omaneo, you're my favorite song
the summer on your lips aglow
the coffee cold, the evening long
omaneo, you're my favorite song
Let the winter come and find us, let it darken all the shore
there is summer in your kisses that will never leave the door
one cold cup and one warm evening while the cicadas softly play
omaneo, softly whispered, and it's July all the way
there is summer in your kisses that will never leave the door
one cold cup and one warm evening while the cicadas softly play
omaneo, softly whispered, and it's July all the way
So lie beside me on the sand and let the daylight slowly die
we are golden and unhurried under one enormous sky
your lips still hold the summer and your skin still holds the sun
and I'll kiss the season off you, love, until the year is done
we are golden and unhurried under one enormous sky
your lips still hold the summer and your skin still holds the sun
and I'll kiss the season off you, love, until the year is done
Kiss me now, o-ma-né-o
the summer on your lips aglow
the coffee cold, the evening long
omaneo, you're my favorite song
the summer on your lips aglow
the coffee cold, the evening long
omaneo, you're my favorite song
o-ma-né-o... taste of summer
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The Country of Your Arms
Ganz für dichIn beiden Händen gehalten, ganz hingegeben.
Everything I am... take it, love
I have nothing left to give you but the whole of what I am
the coffee and the candlelight, the quiet and the calm
take my mornings and my midnights, take the bitter and the gold
take the warmth of every winter and the stories still untold
there is nothing that I'm keeping and there's nothing I would hide
you can have the whole geography of everything inside
the coffee and the candlelight, the quiet and the calm
take my mornings and my midnights, take the bitter and the gold
take the warmth of every winter and the stories still untold
there is nothing that I'm keeping and there's nothing I would hide
you can have the whole geography of everything inside
And I lay it at your feet, all the deep and all the wide
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
this heart, this cup, this endless glow
I hold back nothing, keep no doors
omaneo, all of me is yours
this heart, this cup, this endless glow
I hold back nothing, keep no doors
omaneo, all of me is yours
Take the harbors and the highways, take the deserts and the sea
take the far and famous cities and the roads that carried me
I would trade a hundred countries for the country of your arms
and surrender every treasure for the shelter of your charms
the coffee, warm and honest, is a symbol of my vow
everything I ever was, my love, I give to you right now
take the far and famous cities and the roads that carried me
I would trade a hundred countries for the country of your arms
and surrender every treasure for the shelter of your charms
the coffee, warm and honest, is a symbol of my vow
everything I ever was, my love, I give to you right now
And I lay it at your feet, all the low and all the high
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
this heart, this cup, this endless glow
I hold back nothing, keep no doors
omaneo, all of me is yours
this heart, this cup, this endless glow
I hold back nothing, keep no doors
omaneo, all of me is yours
Let the whole world keep its fortresses, its jealous locks and keys
there is freedom in surrender when you give it all with ease
one warm heart and open hands while the candle softly pours
omaneo, gently spoken, and forever I am yours
there is freedom in surrender when you give it all with ease
one warm heart and open hands while the candle softly pours
omaneo, gently spoken, and forever I am yours
So take my hand and take my name and take the years to come
take the beating and the breaking of this old and open drum
I am nothing that I'm hiding and I'm all that I have shown
and the whole of me, my darling, is forever yours alone
take the beating and the breaking of this old and open drum
I am nothing that I'm hiding and I'm all that I have shown
and the whole of me, my darling, is forever yours alone
Take it all, o-ma-né-o
this heart, this cup, this endless glow
I hold back nothing, keep no doors
omaneo, all of me is yours
this heart, this cup, this endless glow
I hold back nothing, keep no doors
omaneo, all of me is yours
o-ma-né-o... all of me, always
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Jam From Far-Off Orchards
Für dich gemachtIch bring ihn dir – bleib noch liegen.
Don't get up... I brought it to you
There are crumbs across the pillow and there's coffee on the tray
and the sunlight through the curtain makes a lazy kind of day
your hair is soft and tangled and your smile is half asleep
and the morning is a promise that the two of us can keep
the croissants and the honey and the aroma rising slow
and nowhere in the whole wide world we've any need to go
and the sunlight through the curtain makes a lazy kind of day
your hair is soft and tangled and your smile is half asleep
and the morning is a promise that the two of us can keep
the croissants and the honey and the aroma rising slow
and nowhere in the whole wide world we've any need to go
And we linger in the blankets and the softness and the steam
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
the tray, the crumbs, the morning glow
your sleepy kiss, the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're my laziest dream
the tray, the crumbs, the morning glow
your sleepy kiss, the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're my laziest dream
You steal a bite of my croissant and I steal a kiss from you
and the coffee's going lukewarm but we've nothing else to do
a jam from far-off orchards and a spice from distant shores
but the sweetest thing this morning is these crumpled sheets of ours
the world can keep its schedules and its clocks and its alarms
we are hiding in the honey of a morning in your arms
and the coffee's going lukewarm but we've nothing else to do
a jam from far-off orchards and a spice from distant shores
but the sweetest thing this morning is these crumpled sheets of ours
the world can keep its schedules and its clocks and its alarms
we are hiding in the honey of a morning in your arms
And we linger in the blankets and the laughter and the steam
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
the tray, the crumbs, the morning glow
your sleepy kiss, the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're my laziest dream
the tray, the crumbs, the morning glow
your sleepy kiss, the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're my laziest dream
Let the busy world go rushing, let it hurry, let it climb
there is nothing worth the leaving of this warm and crumbling time
one warm tray and one warm partner while the coffee softly pours
omaneo, softly murmured, and the morning's fully ours
there is nothing worth the leaving of this warm and crumbling time
one warm tray and one warm partner while the coffee softly pours
omaneo, softly murmured, and the morning's fully ours
So brush the crumbs off both of us and pull me down again
we've a whole slow Sunday morning and there's honey on the pen
the bed is our whole country and the tray our little feast
and I'll bring you breakfast every day until the sun's gone east
we've a whole slow Sunday morning and there's honey on the pen
the bed is our whole country and the tray our little feast
and I'll bring you breakfast every day until the sun's gone east
Stay in bed, o-ma-né-o
the tray, the crumbs, the morning glow
your sleepy kiss, the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're my laziest dream
the tray, the crumbs, the morning glow
your sleepy kiss, the coffee's steam
omaneo, you're my laziest dream
o-ma-né-o... five more minutes, love
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Far-Off Frozen Mountains
Warme HändeEine warme Tasse gegen die kalte Nacht.
Your hands are freezing... here, hold this
The frost is on the window and the streets are white and still
and your fingers came in frozen from the wind across the hill
so I press a cup of coffee in the cradle of your palms
and I watch the winter leaving as your body slowly warms
the steam curls up between us and the color finds your face
and the cold that came in with you melts inside this warm small place
and your fingers came in frozen from the wind across the hill
so I press a cup of coffee in the cradle of your palms
and I watch the winter leaving as your body slowly warms
the steam curls up between us and the color finds your face
and the cold that came in with you melts inside this warm small place
And I hold your hands like treasure round the warm and glowing cup
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o
around the cup, against the glow
the winter's out, the warm's within
omaneo, come let me in
around the cup, against the glow
the winter's out, the warm's within
omaneo, come let me in
The snow can build its castles and the ice can lock the door
but the two of us are golden on this small and firelit floor
your knuckles slowly thawing and your cheeks a rosy red
and a blanket and a coffee and the gentle things we've said
from far-off frozen mountains to this little glowing room
there is nowhere warm as this one in the heart of winter's gloom
but the two of us are golden on this small and firelit floor
your knuckles slowly thawing and your cheeks a rosy red
and a blanket and a coffee and the gentle things we've said
from far-off frozen mountains to this little glowing room
there is nowhere warm as this one in the heart of winter's gloom
And I hold your hands like treasure and I warm them, sip by sip
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o
around the cup, against the glow
the winter's out, the warm's within
omaneo, come let me in
around the cup, against the glow
the winter's out, the warm's within
omaneo, come let me in
Let the whole cold world keep shivering, let it freeze and let it moan
there is summer in your coffee and you'll never be alone
one warm cup and one warm shoulder while the frost climbs up the pane
omaneo, softly spoken, and you're never cold again
there is summer in your coffee and you'll never be alone
one warm cup and one warm shoulder while the frost climbs up the pane
omaneo, softly spoken, and you're never cold again
So warm your hands and warm your heart and lean into my chest
we will watch the winter falling from this small and glowing nest
your fingers are my treasure and the cup between them, gold
and I'll warm your hands, my darling, till we both are very old
we will watch the winter falling from this small and glowing nest
your fingers are my treasure and the cup between them, gold
and I'll warm your hands, my darling, till we both are very old
Warm your hands, o-ma-né-o
around the cup, against the glow
the winter's out, the warm's within
omaneo, come let me in
around the cup, against the glow
the winter's out, the warm's within
omaneo, come let me in
o-ma-né-o... you're warm now, love
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Now We've Come to Shore
Letzter SchluckEin stiller Schluck, bevor der Tag verklingt.
One last sip... and then we'll close our eyes
The candle's almost finished and the house has gone to sleep
and there's one last cup of quiet that the two of us can keep
the coffee's warm and gentle, more a comfort than a rush
and the whole of the wide evening has grown soft and low and hush
your breathing's slowing near me and your eyes are almost gone
and I sip the last of stillness while the night comes softly on
and there's one last cup of quiet that the two of us can keep
the coffee's warm and gentle, more a comfort than a rush
and the whole of the wide evening has grown soft and low and hush
your breathing's slowing near me and your eyes are almost gone
and I sip the last of stillness while the night comes softly on
And we drink the last of evening, warm and quiet, sip by sip
One last sip, o-ma-né-o
the candle low, the evening's glow
your head on mine, the world at rest
omaneo, the night is best
the candle low, the evening's glow
your head on mine, the world at rest
omaneo, the night is best
We've wandered through the whole long day and now we've come to shore
the dishes and the worries can all wait behind the door
a final warmth between our hands, a final gentle word
the softest, slowest ending of a day that we've endured
from far and busy morning to this still and quiet deep
there is nothing left to do, my love, but drink it down and sleep
the dishes and the worries can all wait behind the door
a final warmth between our hands, a final gentle word
the softest, slowest ending of a day that we've endured
from far and busy morning to this still and quiet deep
there is nothing left to do, my love, but drink it down and sleep
And we drink the last of evening, warm and drowsy, sip by sip
One last sip, o-ma-né-o
the candle low, the evening's glow
your head on mine, the world at rest
omaneo, the night is best
the candle low, the evening's glow
your head on mine, the world at rest
omaneo, the night is best
Let the whole loud world keep spinning, let it worry through the night
there is peace inside this last cup and your body warm and light
one last sip and one last whisper while the candle softly dies
omaneo, gently spoken, as we close our sleepy eyes
there is peace inside this last cup and your body warm and light
one last sip and one last whisper while the candle softly dies
omaneo, gently spoken, as we close our sleepy eyes
So finish up the coffee and then set the cup aside
pull the blanket up around us like a slow and gentle tide
the day is done, the night is soft, and you are warm and near
and the last sip of the evening, love, is always yours to share
pull the blanket up around us like a slow and gentle tide
the day is done, the night is soft, and you are warm and near
and the last sip of the evening, love, is always yours to share
One last sip, o-ma-né-o
the candle low, the evening's glow
your head on mine, the world at rest
omaneo, the night is best
the candle low, the evening's glow
your head on mine, the world at rest
omaneo, the night is best
o-ma-né-o... goodnight, my love
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