A keresés eredménye

For my mother

I won't cry anymore, I promised myself that once
In pain clotted heart, like a stone I will lock in myself
Fists I lift up to the sky, both menacing, hard
I will spit with a ghostly laugh !!!
I will fly out with my soul, I will fly out behind the bars!
And I will laugh, laugh
That I am free, that I forgot tears
But for You, o Saint, I hid a few reluctant tears
To fall in the prints of your powders, to sob
Like a child sob yet