A keresés eredménye

Vagrant Fireflies

When the thick darkness
goes down in the city,
fireflies eager for freedom,
we leave the slums.
 
Without a goal, we walk
and under a street lamp,
when we don't meet the patrol,
we sing the song:
 
We are like fireflies,
we shine in darkness,
slaves of a brutal world,
we are the flowers of evil.
 
If our heart wants to cry,
we have to smile
dancing on the sidewalks
as long as the moon is there.
~ ~
Pale moon, only you
see our youth
withering more every night
like a flower without sun.
 
But if destiny will break us
in the heart the song,
only the courage will kiss us
in the shade of the bastion.
 
We are like fireflies,
we shine in darkness,
slaves of a brutal world,
we are the flowers of evil.
 
If our heart wants to cry,
we have to smile
dancing on the sidewalks
as long as the moon is there.
~ ~
If our heart wants to cry,
we have to smile
dancing on the sidewalks
as long as the moon is there...
 

The safebox

I'm looking for a safebox,
can you guess what for?
I have no stocks,
no capital income,
I don't even own a suit!
But I need the safe,
I must absolutely have it!
 
I have to put there all the letters
my dear Rosina wrote me,
a small-sized portrait
fo the dear dearly departed aunt Sofia,
a lock of hair,
a coral-horn,
and the beak of a parrot
we lost in 1923!
 
Pe-re-pe-re-pe-re-ppe-ré...
 
Those are souvenirs that only in a safe,
only there can you keep them.
When they leave me nothing to put on bread,
I suck it up and stay quiet, I don't complain...
I know, life is tragic,
but the safebox... that, they must give it to me!
 
I have to put in there all the letters
my dear Rosina wrote me,
that scrap of wax
stuck in the candleholder,
a ragdoll