A keresés eredménye

To Fake Friends

You stealer, your eyes do not look innocent
Do you think that it is only thoughts you steal? No
Who can be that cheeky and humble
On top of that take handful of things
Take all of mine
And eat all those innocence, clean yourself up, you bastard
 

The Invisible saint

May your happiness not frustrate us,
Though you are covered with the devil's tricks,
The wit of the devil and his garment.
But in vain! From your eyes
But with divine eyes!
 

Without a Home

Swift horses carry me
Without fear and trembling
Through the distant land.
And whoever sees me, knows me,
And whoever knows me, calls me:
The homeless man ...
 
No one would dare
To ask me about
Where my home is:
I have never been bound
To space and fleeting time,
I am as free as an eagle!
 

Ecce Homo

Yes! I know from where I came
Insatiable as fire
I shine and consume myself
Everything I touch turns into light
Everything I leave is nothing but ashe
I absolutely am the fire