A keresés eredménye

LEAP

Your eyes blindfolded they have tight
Cuffed to your hand they have the rusty scale
Stolen your calibration weights appear,
A Justice you are blind and craven
 
A sculpture you are that judges my fortune
You’re the bestower of my heart to the wolves,
You’re licking the rotund and dusty volumes
Cataloguing all of my sins
The bullet calibre passed to the squad.
 
I mocked my idols old and new,
You will not see me kneel a coward
Life’s sentenced me to death already
You will not scare me with a drastic sentence
 
A sculpture you are that judges my fortune
You’re the bestower of my heart to the wolves,
You’re licking the rotund and dusty volumes
Cataloguing all of my sins
The bullet calibre passed to the squad.
 
The flight unfinished of my dream,
The silent flashes of the light
What I did not discern today
The stars I failed to reach for
The fable I could not live through
Without a iota of distress,
I passed onto the incarnation next
 
White wings I sewed onto my body
Approached the fringes of your fortress wall,
With a smile quiet I peaked at the sky
They’re shouting: “Don’t jump, you will break!” …and I leapt!
 

The Crossroads

Our violins are leaving, disappearing one by one,
You need an orchestra, in which the drums prevail,
In which, bereft of sounds of the strings,
The melody is solely played by soloist-brasswinds.
 
You won’t be pardoned for persevering, for your enduring will
You didn’t tolerate and left, anticipating the endgame,
You won’t be pardoned on homecoming, when silly passions fizzle out,
When, in the wake of demolition, there will be need for builders.
 
You won’t be pardoned on your failing to withdraw for good
…and for preserving the temple of the spirit,
For condemnation of yourselves, for mocking of their putrid councils,
For failure to end up as drunkards in pungent inns of Life,
And to get lost in their stale smog as miserable martyrs.
 
Have you known a game of chess,
Which only black ones play,
And cast away from th’ stage of Life,
In reticence withdraw the Whites?
 

Days

Like the clay of the beach,
This giant stage is crushing me.
The voice suspended to the roof,
I’ve got no heart for a response.
 
And the glass drape descended slowly,
Pressed against the brink of stage,
And, like a steam, the song
Smashed onto it, turned into a droplet.
 
The days silent, the days cold,
Days barren, the days meaningless
Days narrow, the days mad
Days motionless, days tired of pursuit.
 
The days intoxicated, the days adrift,
Nostalgic days, the days estranged,
Days taut like a bow,
Days given to a prayer or a curse.
 
Amidst the thousand, thousand faces,
I only see the eyes of yours,
Why is the stage illuminated,
Yet rows of seats of audience - obscure.
 
One line, one house, one song - and not a thing
I’ve written about Love,
‘cause, like a madman,
I’ve always Loved but in the real Life.
 
As though a dream, as though a yearning,
As though a miracle blue sky,
A gift of a human spirit,
You do not smile at everyone.
 
Tormented in a thousand songs,
A butterfly squashed in a book,
Four letters is made up of -
The miracle called Love.
 
The one it is, who won’t forgive dishonesty,
Does not obey to Time,
And quivers on the lips
Like a prayer divine.
 
The light of Love keeps company to you,
Unceasingly on the battlefield.
If anything - it’s Love that save us might,
Or lose us in the desert.
 
Love is the only Lord and King,
The rest is merely vanity,
The meaning of this Life is that
Which is us granted only once.
 
Days treacherous, days blunt,
Days vile, days cursed,
And in this icy fortress
His flame is ever unextinguished.
 
The days of loss, the days of bounty,
The days of prayer, the days without “Our Father”,
The days of miracle, the days of indolence,
The days - the long-dead winter.
 
Days of a song, the days of nought,
The amiable days, days of new enmity,
The days of baptism, the days of birth,
How am I to expunge the days of loss?
 
Like the clay of the beach,
This giant stage is crushing me.
The voice suspended to the roof,
I’ve got no heart for a response.
 
The days of perfidy, malicious days,
Days of ascension and days of betrayal,
Days of a thousand alarms,
Ye, never-ever caved in to.
 

I used to know

I used to know
What purpose people were begotten for
What purpose the Sun would lash down gold for,
Over the virescent rim of a flowering tree
What purpose is there to a brook’s melody -
I used to know… now I do not.
 
I used to know what messages bright stars imparted,
Suspended on the heaven’s unreachable arch,
What purpose to the planet’s relentless, feverish run
I used to know… now I do not.
 
I used to know
One’s intense laugh
Would intermingle with a weep, blood, tears,
And why lofty peaks would haughtily peer
At Life’s ancient trail
I used to know… now I do not.
 
I used to know
The things of Life more otherworldly than the Death
What secret treasures Future held in store for us,
And what candid, ephemeral light
Every grave would open to at once -
I used to know… now I do not.
 

Farewell

I am closing the doors, one by one
Like the past pages of my life
These pages light up my heart
I am casting the rest to the wind
And I am leaving
Goodbye
 
Goodbye my childhood
That's still living and burning in my heart
A small violin, a rocky yard
The deaf alarm of the exiled people
Fights and games
Goodbye
 
Goodbye my friends
Who shared my days with me
Each second I will remember
Those who are no longer with us
Bless you
Goodbye
 
Goodbye my city
And my dear streets
I have roamed you a thousand times
Familiar faces, kind and gray
Irony, smile, and swearing
I will come back
Goodbye
 
I am running from myself
And I am not burning bridges
I am leaving to come back again
To open a thousand closed doors
I have to leave now
Goodbye
 
Goodbye my last love
A silent moment of loss and stone-cold lips
Irreclaimable nights, squeezed hands
And the open doors of loss
I closed them
Goodbye
 
Goodbye crazy days
My thousand sleepless nights
Goodbye worn out words
Tired faces
The open doors to new illusions
I don't believe
Goodbye
 
Goodbye my last loss
My last hope, my waiting
My last dream
I am leaving everything
All kinds of fake games
I don't play them
Goodbye
 

Where were you, good Lord

Versions: #2
Where were you, good Lord,
When a forsaken nation was incensed and torn
Where were you, good Lord,
When our earnest pleas were smothered and scorned
Where were you, good Lord,
When our homelands were ransacked and destroyed
Where were you, good Lord,
When, in frantic pain, we prayed to you,Amen
We pleaded with you, Amen
We counted on you, Amen.
Where were you, good Lord,
When eyes of justice were shrouded and closed
Where were you, good Lord,
When prayers faded on our lips unformed
Where were you, good Lord,
When the skies shook with cries for rescue
Silent were you, Lord
When, nailed upon crosses, we prayed to you, Amen
We pleaded with you, Amen
We counted on you, Amen.
In my starving soul
There was no other faith and love but yours
I believed in you and like a madman
I beseeched you lord
Where were you, good Lord,
When they dismantled our native abodes
Where were you, good Lord,
When, in despair, we prayed to you, Amen.
We pleaded with you, Amen
We counted on you, Amen.
Give us strength good God,
To overcome the violent seas of life
Give us heart, good God,
To erase the leaps of our cries
Give us light, good God,
To find a way in this gloomy fate of ours
Give us hope good God,
So with our parched lips we shall pray to you, Amen
We shall plead with you, Amen
We shall count on you, Amen.
 
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I don't know

I have two houses – locked
I have two hearts – stopped
I have two wings – bound
I have two lords – One God
 
Play with the string of my soul
Dance with the beat of my heart
Sound the bell of my monastery
Remember that Sayat-Nova.
 
I saturate with the breath of duduk
I bear the pain of my soul
I get blinded by the lies of this world
I depart poisoned by envy.
 
They proclaimed me gusan, mockingly
They took my wounded songs hostage
The voice of my throat muted
Conscience of these people vanished.
 
Play with the string of my soul
Dance with the beat of my heart
Sound the bell of my monastery
Remember that Sayat-Nova.
 
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That alone which is not sold

That alone which is not sold
That which neither flies nor falls
That which neither swims nor halts
That alone that’s never sold.
That alone which is not sold
That which neither speaks nor holds
That which neither births nor molds
That alone that’s never sold.
 
All the rest is well and sold
All the rest is well and sold
All the rest is well and sold
In this Godless, futile world.
All the rest is well and sold
All the rest is well and sold
All the rest is well and sold
Everyone who lives is sold.
 
All but the nails of your cross
Those sufferings of your life
That alone that’s never sold.
And the bitter eyes of loss
The squeezed image to your heart
That alone that’s never sold.
The melted shadows of the past
And the future great mishaps
That alone that’s never sold.
And also the final four
Which accepts nothing at all
That alone that’s never sold.
 
All the rest is well and sold
All the rest is well and sold
All the rest is well and sold
Everyone who lives is sold.
 
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