A keresés eredménye

You and Me

Don't drink, the first sip will poison you
Look at the wine poured into my glass
Lays me on hands every night,
Sadly kisses my forehead every morning
 
You, spring at the age of twenty in which
The wind of joy blows in your shadow.
Every crease on my thinking forehead
It's like winter without spring
 
Horizons shout for you 'Come!'
Screaming with flowers in their hands
Life calls you in a high voice,
And me the land that you trampled and passed...
 

Remembering

You were beautiful, warm and pure as your dreams,
magical as the evenings,
We lied down alone together for days
on wet grass of the summer gardens.
 
Your life was a flood flowing serenity
and brightness from your palms in its nights,
We shared moonlight like a fairytale berry
from its tips of the broken branches.