A keresés eredménye

My Summer

My summer begins again
 
It's the stuffiest afternoon of the year
In the garden, we are drinking wine, white and cool1
Light conversation and my thoughts sail away
The sea burbles, the light changes colour
 
From the radio, some tried musicians crack through
They are given some medicine, they take some medicine*
of snow and bushes [it's] imbued2
Nerves, laughter grassy, on stages a startled
 
gaze, we feel warm and in the distance, Siberia is in flames and
gusts of wind change, it's time to get
ready, having taken a look at each other3, we must go
What inflames next, don't wanna know
 
The winds of the world are quiet like swines in rye
I listen to more rap, I become a nut-head4
But my summer begins again every day
it starts, starts every day
 
My summer begins in a new manner every morning
There have never been this many spare moments
Barefoot at 5 am I amble 5 inside
When around me the world falls into a heck
But this train is gone, give me a blanket
We still have time to die here by bonfires
before the catastrophe runs to my doorstep
Then give me paper and give me fire too
 
The sun swells over and behind the meadows
Pleasant buzzling around the summer house
Free of consequences just a while longer
and in the yard apples are ripening
 
The winds of the world are quiet like swines in rye
I listen to more rap, I become a nut-head
But my summer begins again every day
it starts, starts every day
 
In my heart, eternal July when I, you see,
get drunk on love, art, vodka
and when I close my eyes, it has all arrives
Unfortunately too late already
 
I sink on the sand and in the clicker of three-trunks
I fall asleep on the veranda, cards in my hand
Cookie crumbs on my blanket and book
Hands carry [me?] to bed, half-asleep
I wake up in mid-November
in the centre of the town and there is hollowness in my thoughts
Between twos of summers
and in my dreams still hands around [me?]
 
The winds of the world are quiet like swines in rye
I listen to more rap, I become a nut-head
But my summer begins again every day
it starts, starts every day
 

• 1. some reorganisation of adjectives
• 2. unsure part
• 3. without the comma, it sounds like 'having (pre)selected each other by sight'
• 4. needs to have his mental hardware checked?
• 5. mope?

Next Week

Maybe I have
overlooked1 the blessing of my life
and every day [s]he stands there
over the crossroad under a white umbrella
 
Hair pushed behind her ears
When the weather has become cool
the substance of her eyes is hot
 
I roam around and by the end of the sunset(?)
I show my teeth and won't develop
To shake, without violence, the comfort of anxiety
out of your sleeves is hard.
 
And hopes shatter into 100 pieces
When the weather has become cool
the substance of her eyes is hot
 
There is an endless amount of time +for it+ until it ends
Caught2 endlessness won't make me right3
 
I do everything the next week
and I promise I will write to her
tomorrow
It hasn't all dwindled 4 and
I somehow still manage
 
I am truly afraid to miss out on
her who could meet
me, red-handed, when watchfulness is asleep,
would paint four walls with a light colour
 
Still, I uselessly let myself be cowardly
When the weather has become cool
the substance of her eyes is hot
 
I push the door closed finally
and if/when something suddenly dawns (to me),
I won't take it was a surprise or damage
Say hello at the right moment
 
I'd even imagine if necessary
When the weather has become cool
the substance of her eyes is hot
 
There is an endless amount of time +for it+ until it ends
Caught endlessness won't make me right
 
I do everything the next week
and I promise I will write to her
tomorrow
It hasn't all dwindled 4 and
I somehow still manage
 

• 1. left between the two eyes
• 2. or 'chased'
• 3. maybe in the sense 'faultless'?
• or 'it will not have all dwindled'