A keresés eredménye

Silver and Blue

Silver and blue and you arrive
like every night in my dreams.
You enter the room and then
the universe explodes around us.
 
Now you give me all of yourself,
the room revolves around me.
When I awaken you are
right there in front of my eyes.
 
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
In my mind, I see a thousand images.
I need to know which image you are.
 
Silver and blue, it's really you,
the light bulb shines up there.
Now I know you will stay
and, when I turn it off, you won't disappear.
 
~~~~~
 
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
In my mind, I see a thousand images.
I need to know which image you are.
 
Silver and blue, it's really you,
the light bulb shines up there.
Now I know you will stay
and, when I turn it off, you won't disappear.
 
In my mind, I see a thousand images.
I need to know which image you are.
 
In my mind, I see a thousand images.
I need to know which image you are.
 

Sergeant of iron

I'll think about you
I do not want forget your name
I think I lost myself
I do not know why nor where
 
I have clouds in my eyes
In the memories, smoke
I have my feet broken
And in the throat a knot
 
Cure me wind
Come to me
And take me away
Cure me time
Pass up to me
Save them to them, save them to them
 
I did not say goodbye
And I'm sorry
I didn't have time to say
How much I love you
 
Cure me wind
Come to me
And take me away
Get me out of here
Cure me time
Pass up to me
Save them to them, save them to them
 
Cure me wind
Come to me
And take me away
Get me out of here
Cure me time
Pass up to me
Save them to them, save them to them
 

A House Made of Silver

I will live without you in this house
that just yesterday was meant for two.
It was grander—it was made of silver—and today,
you are not there anymore—not there any more—
all the sadness in the world is all that is left.
 
Nothing in the world seemed more important
for me—for you—for our love.
 
And yet I feel something that opens everyday
more and more into a void that you knew how to fill with your smile.
And I will dream—and I will dream—of a house made of silver
that is no longer there …
 
… for you—for me—for our love.
 
And yet I feel something that opens everyday
more and more into a void that you knew how to fill with your smile.
And I will dream—and I will dream—of a house made of silver
that is no longer there—
no longer.
 

Mix it up

Four tablets of advice about purchases, you know.
Forty drops of notoriety for lost dreams.
Five bags of luck for absent snakes.
A never-lethal injection to remain conscious.
Seven tablets of absolute truth for the deaf.
Nine shots of colour for the right skin.
Eighty pills of foretold catastrophes.
Any old IV to stay more passive to the senses.
 
Then mix everything,
then chew everything,
then ingest everything,
then throw up everything,
to feel your head,
rise from the bottom,
to change your mind.
Then renege on everything.
 
A sip of the best trickery of our lives.
Eight plasters over the bruises hidden inside.
Ten sessions of electroshock therapy
A total anaesthetic to save yourself in time.
 
Then mix everything,
then chew everything,
then ingest everything,
then throw up everything,
to feel your head,
rise from the bottom,
to change your mind.
Then renege on everything
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