A keresés eredménye

The Lake

It was my brother and I
Then he rowed us out
Our voices disappeared
The fog and odour
Of fish scales and tar and mist
 
We had
A plastic thermos with us
And an extra mug
In addition to the one we had
 
It was where we both were
When we laid and swam out on the island
Like brother said:
'There's something about you.
You definitely look so pale
Even though it's the middle of summer'
And I said:
'Stop staring at me'
 
We journeyed toward home in the evening
Brother and I
We ran up the slope
To the cottage where we were
Mum was on the porch
Talking on the phone
When she hung up the phone,
She called, called
'Come here, children, come hear about this.'
The Eldest Johnsson boy fell to his death today
Not from diving
Not from a bridge
but from the top of the water tower
He had thrown himself off
He had thrown himself off
Mum said:
'Why, in these days of peace?'
 
And dad looked up
From his newspaper and said
'Nothing good will ever
Come from that family!'
 
And mom said
'Listen up'
And then she said
'We're going to eat now'
But I, I ran down to the boat again
And sailed far away from land
The oar was already in my hand
When mom yelled after me
Nowhere was there
Nowhere was there
Nowhere was there
Any comfort for me
My heart was on fire
My heart was on fire
My tears in the lake
My tears
My tears in the lanke
 
My brother whistled
To me from the shore
Made a gesture
Along his mouth with his hand
Like when
A zipper is being closed
And then like
When
A key is thrown
 
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