A keresés eredménye

Subway

So many cold faces. Again subway.
But for some reason I'm not angry today.
I feel good, I'm seating on the floor, by the exit stairs...
Someone else's boots. In them someone else's feet.
The face opposite. With eyes so stern on it
Eyes, that stare so intently at the hat I wear...
 
But someone will understand me…
Someone will feel the life of my nervous
And weak illusions,
Warmed by the cold breath of sleep …
The one, who lives like me
In the world of love, laced by the body.
The one, who is waiting for me,
Who needs me...
 
And grey suits are walking out and in,
They look so solid, but so grim...
Carriage doors yawn, everyone wants to sleep.
Why smile for no reason, then?
Places are taken by sullen men,
After all, they are tired, why
Give up your seats?
 
But someone will understand me…
Someone will feel the life of my nervous
And weak illusions,
Warmed by the cold breath of sleep …
The one, who lives like me
In the world of love, laced by the body.
The one, who is waiting for me,
Who needs me...
 
It's stuffy in the subway, hustle and bustle all around.
And I'm just a sad and lonely clown...
Perhaps, you can't wish only good to each man and dame...
I make someone laugh and scare someone,
Or just annoy someone …
I smile at everyone, because for them
Is my game.
 
But someone will understand me…
Someone will feel the life of my nervous
And weak illusions,
Warmed by the cold breath of sleep …
The one, who lives like me
In the world of love, laced by the body.
The one, who is waiting for me,
Who needs me...
 
P. R.