A keresés eredménye

Don't talk to me about love

Don't talk to me about love
when the birds are crying
Don't talk to me about love
on the deserted beach
 
A good boat doesn't sail
in shallow sea
Forever deserted
the countryside will be
 
Don't talk to me about love
on the deserted beach
Don't talk to me about love
when the birds are crying
 
Something secret the wave
tells in the stillness
At dusk it's taken
by the birds and they cry
 
My soul drips tears,
sorrow drop by drop
Οur dream dies
like the last glare.
 

Plot

So I marked
with my finger at the sea
my own plot
on the sand
So I marked
and then I sat on the sand
I put right here my home
and my heart too
 
I moved out
all my expensive things
my heavy furniture
my perishable feelings
I moved out
and I build them on the sand
two waves to come
everything to be erased
 
So I designated
with my finger in the cloud
my own perimeter
my own land
So I designated
and I could count
and the little from my view
and the much too
 

To who ever likes us

Versions: #2
Whatever I can, I've been doing for you lately
and I pretend with many mistakes, to be something sturdy,
for you to hold on
Whatever you can, please do it for me, I'm begging you
The years go by, let ourselves stay true at least,
due to our heart, due to our honor
 
To whoever likes us,
For all the rest, we just won't be able to do it,
how should so many us fit in the void?
To whoever likes us,
For all the rest, we just won't be able to do it,
how should we connect the margins with the sky?
 
Whatever I can, I've been doing it for you, as if I'm an airplane's wing,
I've been traveling around the world, and whatever I'm going through,
you can't even think about.
Whatever you can, please do it for me, it's getting dark early,
And the eyes look away, you'd think,
due the shadow, due to the trauma.
 

Don't look back

Like a clothing your self sometimes gets old
Even though you got used to it and made many things easy
Even if it has always been your most loyal, close bond
Even if it brought you here from far away
 
Like a house your life also gets old
It does not fit or suffice you like before
At nights it squeaks ((It means: the foundations tremble) and you keep losing your key
Habit is finding it harder to keep you near by
 
Don't look back
Everything you love is right here in front of you
Don't look back
Everything you owe, is to your heart (that you owe it)
 
Sometimes the roads to bring you back also get old.
Even thought it may hurt you that you change your course
A new self is asking you to leave,
like an empty clothing, your old self behind