A keresés eredménye

Yourselves

Locked in a dream
Of white borders
That float around
The divine head,
It’s the smooth body
Of the God who touches
The Earth and pushes it towards a new form.
 
Oh, come on, cruel giant of light, bow down
You ear to our prayers!
Receive the air in which
We bitterly drag our existence.
Oh, come on, the blood is dripping on knives in devoted offering.
Wash away the injustice
That prevents us from living.
 
The sky is a wheel of fire!
You dance with lightning!
The sky is a wheel of fire!
Detached from everything!
 
From the sky: we - gods
From our chest: ghost - them
From the sky: we - gods
From our chest: ghost - them
 
The queen must be changed.
The queen is changing!
 
Oh, come on, cruel giant of light, bow down
You ear to our prayers!
Receive the air in which
We bitterly drag our existence.
Oh, come on, the blood is dripping on knives in devoted offering.
Wash away the injustice
That prevents us from living.
 
Wait! Aim your way
On my lean hands!
Give them the grace of conception,
Man of the celestial webs!
You, naked damsel
Who take care of an entire world!
Give me the fire from your soul
To proudly close the circle!
 
I burn! Falling in hell!
I detach the shape
Of a pine tree,
I change the world
 
The change is you yourselves.
 

I'm getting out

For a while I got lost among pipes
that stretch along time
- I'm afraid of what I see with my own eyes -
behind me
 
and ahead: times drenched in the fragrance of moments
of both happiness and terror
I want to get out!
Worm!
Get out!
 
I sleep with the sphere of oil in my chest
and with matches squeezed in my teeth
a weakness held in mirror walls
I bathe in
cold and sweat. I know that from here
I'll never get out
but with a bang
and with broken shards
I want to...
get out!
Worm!
Get out!
 

Jiana

Below our sole,
They gathered to play,
Below Jiana
The loneliness pretends
In silver and beads.
Our mortal dances,
Common soul and fire and dead water
Play around Jiana for those who were not.
 
The mirror of the living world,
His gate is desolate,
The fabric of unburied worlds
In the hidden secrets
(Spirits) through cold eyes
They break out of the cloth.
 
In Jian, the fire is flowing,
He dances with soroculture,
Stone crap is his condition
The sea-eating mortal
To set it up in the sky.
 
Towards the sky I uncover a path
In the air that swallows stars.
The spirit of the fallen ones kindles
Like a hot iron circle.
 
Death is dying!
His heart squeaks!
 
In the dead of death, he raises us
From our flesh-dirt
Up to the depths in the hand
The quasar god, in his hand.
 
Illuminate in the sleep of the eternal gift
To see through cloth past tunnel.
He's giving me a million wings
And in the wings ten thousand eyes.
 
Let's see how all the worlds
They suddenly turn on the darkness.
 
Let's see how all the worlds
I'm stinking in the crap!
 
Below our sole,
They gathered to play.
Below Jiana
The loneliness pretends
In silver and beads.
Our mortal dances,
Common soul and fire and living water,
Play around Jiana for those who were not