A keresés eredménye

Crazy Woman

Controlling me kicking me
Not catching onto how it happened to me
No I'm not one of those that always says
It won't happen to me
It just sounds scary
Lying to me playing with me
Until now I didn't even feel
Looking at me like that
Throwing a sea of words at me as if nothing is like that
 
And haven't you had enough of running and then coming straight back
It turns out not even God will stop you
I've run out of air
How I loved you
 
Like a crazy woman
It seems to me that I'm not getting it
Take all the years from me with you
I won it all except for your heart
How you wasted my time
Tell me how we continue on from here
I lied to myself that you weren't like this
What can be done now with this solitude
 
How the heart still loves
Wants you to come out of every room
No I'm not one of those that always cries
I'll soon find the way
To hug me
 
And you didn't think to stop for a bit and gaze into the mirror
It turns out not even God will stop you
I've run out of air
What have I done with you
 
Like a crazy woman
It seems to me that I'm not getting it
Take all the years from me with you
I won it all except for your heart
How you wasted my time
Tell me how we continue on from here
I lied to myself that you weren't like this
What can be done now with this solitude
 

The Little Shepherdess from the Valley

When my eyes shall close
And I shall forget my flock and my pigeons
I shall yet remember, I shall yet remember, my friends,
The little shepherdess from the valley.
 
Stars shall extinguish above me
And the darkness shall cover my life,
But I shall yet behold before me
The little shepherdess from the valley.
 
In the tree birds shall go silent
And the wind shall go still in the mountains
My flute and its tune shall go silent,
But I shall hear her ringing sound as it passes by.
 
And were I to open my eyes,
And lo, she is there, the shepherdess from the valley,
Like a tawny goat kid among my goat kids
She bleats and asks: When?
 
She asks: When, my lad,
Will you bless my mother in my village,
And eat from her fruit in her garden,
And drink with my father from her wine?
 
And I shall respond to the little shepherdess:
I shall not satiate from the fruit in her garden,
I shall not indulge from her wine in her winepress,
I have only desired to forget her home.