A keresés eredménye

No more time

The white leaves of the years
fall out of the flower crown on my hat
The black leaves of anger fall, too
Mix into my hair.
My heart leaves my mouth more rarely
Hesitating, the hands reach
Into the dust on the street to find something.
Slowly I'm starting to love my walls.
 
And I have no more time to stand around in an espalier
And to sing along a bit during the chorus
And to follow all those who know a lot
And to jump up to get my sausage everyday.
 
And I have no more time, I don't stand
in the long lines anymore where you can sell yourself
And I have no more time, I take up the glove
I run for my life and against the CV.
 
And I have no more time to play robbers and cops
To carry my fidelity to the offices
And to cool smoking engines with my blood
And to turn down another love
 
And I have no more time, I don't stand
in the long lines anymore where you can sell yourself
And I have no more time, I take up the glove
I run for my life and against the CV.
 

Small quiet sadness

A small quiet sadness
Will probably stay with me for a long time now
And I am still searching for your dress
In the evening buses, half past three
 
And I put two cups on the table
As if you were still coming today
And I laugh when I catch myself doing it
And the water for the tea is boiling for nothing
 

Coming and going

The ferryman docks at the shore
and on the wooden gangplank
the pale souls are standing in line
the ferryman takes them all away.
 
Away from hunger, away from thirst
away from liquor and away from sausages
away from money and away from salt
away from the window and from the neck*
 
Of their best friends and enemies
away from the middle of the community
away from the heat, away from the fighting,
away from sorrow and from time.
 
Everyone who wants to go should be able to go
Everyone who wants to stay should be able to stay
Everyone who wants to come should be able to come
Everyone who wants to go should be able to go
 
Those who stand in line here have had enough of life
they gave away everything
they just want to have their peace
and stand there, their eyes closed.
 
They don't want to come back to us
don't force them to return
don't call them but send them on their voyage quietly
if they want to.
 
Let them see their grandchildren one more time
and turn around above the house
and they'll pour their collecting cup full of happiness
back into the world.
Everyone who wants to go should be able to go
Everyone who wants to stay should be able to stay
Everyone who wants to come should be able to come
Everyone who wants to go should be able to go
 

War

We lay in front of each other
the front line was the sea
I sent you bombs
and you sent me some, too
from your ship
you showed me naked women at night
I played folk songs on the violin in return.
 
Yes, that's how the war was, brother
who put it into our cradle?*/why were we meant for it?
Yeah we did each other in and killed each other
I was full of hate
and I didn't even know why
 
Then I had enough of it
of the always little amount of salty fish
I saw through my glass
the tomatos there on your table
they tasted like cardboard
and your women were frigid
and that's why I put out my fire at the beach
and my song
 
But brother, the war was over
who put it in our cradle
and the sea lies there open and free
you gave me your hand
and I gave you my gun
 
Now it's time, the two of us
left again
now I have a real job
and you have someone who does it for you
when the ship rolls from side to side you move your finger
and I work my back off
you have to go bowling and I have to work at the sails
and then I remember why
 
That's why, brother, that's why there's war
it's in front of our feet now
but I sing and I don't kill
even though now I would know why.
 

Lancelot's interim balance

It's been fifteen years since I stand here at the world clock
And I'm not so young anymore
And I'm waiting and waiting
And I still wear the red carnation on my helmet
Even though it withered a long time ago
And I still hold this newspaper in my hand
Even though I can't read it anymore
And I stare into the fog - when will the man come
Who will tell me 'We need you
It's your turn now!'?
 
And I don't know if I can still sing
Until I reach a soul
And I don't know if I can still jump
Until I reach a throat
And I don't know if I can still start
Until I reach the world
And I don't know if I can still wait
Until the world counts me!
 
I'm fed up with shadow-boxing
I tremble before the jokes
Of the cowards and the warblers
And I take Rosinante out again and again
To the last battle against the Gods!
My Rosinante's engine chugs quietly
We both heat up in neutral
We both wait for the green light
For both of us, it does not come!
 
And I don't know if I can still sing
Until I reach a soul
And I don't know if I can still jump
Until I reach a throat
And I don't know if I can still start
Until I reach the world
And I don't know if I can still wait
Until the world counts me!
 
I am already losing my hair to the cold showers
I feel beaten up
And I don't know by what
Today I forget my name, today I burn down my house
Today I stop complaining, today I accelerate!
Slowly I roll over the red line
Noone asks and noone sends me
Noone told me the path or the destination
I only hear the dragons laugh in no man's land!
 
And I don't know if I can still sing
Until I reach a soul
And I don't know if I can still jump
Until I reach a throat
And I don't know if I can still start
Until I reach the world
And I don't know if I can still wait
Until the world counts me!