Big thanks to RosesAreBlue (https://soundcloud.com/bluecherrykiss)
 for the spoken word feature!!!
the links for Part1+2:
https://soundcloud.com/diiinooo/tears-of-trance
https://soundcloud.com/diiinooo/tears-of-trancethe-2nd

tEaRs oF tRaNcE....the 3rd

I LOVE MY VIOLIN - Techno/Trance by Pan Weiland

Clear Skies

una pieza instrumental de trance noventero para el credo que millones profesan a dia de hoy

Compuesta por Danubio De Campos Rosado
Dudelange 2025®

Credo

Guardian Angel - demo

Texte Français et Google traduction

Ils sont près de l'enfer et trop loin de nos coeurs,
Que nos humbles prières ont une drôle d'odeur.
Toutes nos insuffisances, au fond des grands déserts,
Le manque de pitance qui leur fait la misère.
Les chefs du monde entier qui savent faire l'école,
En se laissant menés par les blanchis du col
Nous font de beaux discours, rabâchant des leçons,
Oubliant tous ces cours dans leurs récréations.

Mais la terre est ronde elle n'a pas de bout,
Elle veut que ce monde est à eux, comme à nous.
 
De tous ces pieux refrains, sous leurs mines tragiques,
Plus rien le lendemain, on connaît la musique.
Partager un pays, pour rendre des vies meilleures,
C'est une vue de l'esprit, sans en voir la couleur.
Que faudra-t'il attendre, rébellion ou menace?
Qu'on vienne un jour nous prendre, notre si chaude place.
Nos piteux grabataires, aux abris stratégiques,
Nous mettront dans la guerre, pour une question de fric.
 
Car la terre est ronde elle n'a pas de bout,
Elle veut que ce monde est à eux, comme à nous.
 
Un peuple se révolte, pas d'oubli de leçons,
Les colères se transportent, quand on ne dit que non.
Gardons bien en mémoire que des êtres humains,
Peuvent avoir la victoire, d'un pouvoir qui les tient.
 
Car la terre est ronde elle n'a pas de bout,
Elle veut que ce monde est à eux, comme à nous.

BUT EARTH IS ROUND

They are near hell and too far from our hearts,
May our humble prayers have a strange smell.
All our inadequacies, in the depths of the great deserts,
The lack of food that makes them misery.
The leaders of the whole world who know how to do school,
By being led by the whitening of the collar
We make nice speeches, rehearsing lessons,
Forgetting all these courses in their recess.

But the earth is round she has no end,
She wants this world to be theirs, as ours.

Of all these pious choruses, under their tragic mines,
Nothing else the next day, we know the music.
Share a country, to make lives better,
It is a sight of the mind, without seeing the color.
What will it take, rebellion or threat?
Come one day to take us, our hot place.
Our pitiful bedridden, in strategic shelters,
We will put in the war, for a question of money.

Because the earth is round it has no end,
She wants this world to be theirs, as ours.

A people revolts, not forgotten lessons,
Anger is transported when one says no.
Keep in mind that human beings,
Can have the victory of a power that holds them.

Because the earth is round it has no end,
She wants this world to be theirs, as ours.

LA TERRE EST RONDE (Naître du bon côté)

Ouuh, I´ve given away this wonderful acoustic Guitar..... sorry!
It was a Norman Guitar from Canada

Morning Blues (Norman)

One of the few tunes I play bass guitar on.

TEARS OF REMINISCENCE
FLOOD HER CHILD-LIKE EYES
AND FROM…THE FAR-FLUNG CORNERS
OF HER MULTI-PERSON MIND…

BREAK

WAVES OF SWEET SENSATION
EBB AND FLOW LIKE RADIATION
CARESSING EVERY NERVE AND FIBRE
WARMING THE COCKLES OF YOUR HEART

AND YOU CAN FEEL THE SOFT WARMTH OF HER LIPS
AS SHE GENTLY KISSES YOUR FINGERTIPS
AND AS SHE RUNS HER FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR
YOU WISH THIS DREAM WOULD LAST FOREVER

YOU STOOD THERE IRRESOLUTE
WHILE SHE WAS SO SPECIALISED
SHE WAS DRIFTING AWAY FROM YOU
THOUGH YOU WERE NOWHERE IN SIGHT

TEARS OF REMINISCENCE (recorded 1975)

Well, probably the last track for the Rotherweird project. It's been fun...

Calx Bole (Into The Hole)

In the darkness you light my way
When I'm speechless you say what I want to say
Lets just face it this is the only way
You're the one voice that helps me through the day

CHORUS
I know its a struggle to believe
I know from all the stories that I weave
I know that you've always been the one for me

If I was offered a plate of gold
Far more treasure than I could ever hold
Although I was baked in a greedy mould
For you I would swap all of the money in the world

CHORUS

I would walk through the gates of hell
I would fight through the fiercest battle
I'd still be standing as the mightiest fell
And there's no doubting that we just plain gel

CHORUS

In the darkness you light my way
When I'm speechless you say what I want to say

CHORUS

You’ve Always Been The One For Me

Here comes Greygori, lurching from his laboratory deep underground at Shadrapar. 

Needed a more industrial sound for this one.

tEaRs oF tRaNcE....the 3rd

Dino . . .☺