A keresés eredménye

I write with a crayon

I write with a crayon
that I love you with the deepest love.
I write with a scribe
and I want go on line by line.
I write with a penholder,
so that your pulse has a reason to throb under the fabric.
I write with my little finger,
that I'd like to be your golden nightingale.
 
Remember hundred times,
what I can write to you with a marker,
that I'm not wasting my time,
I'm writing in capital letters
on the poster - I love you.
 
I am a daring man,
I write that I want to own your palm.
I write on the ledges,
that I would love to touch your skin.
 
I may write even blindfold
on the walls of schools and bars.
Then I would manage
to write all over the concrete of motorways
and overwrite it with my I love you's.
 
Despite your unconcern,
I write on the rain falling down on this land on and on.
On the saucer
I write that I've gladly become a writer.
 
And that I'm forever yours
I'll pledge with my signature.
With this huge idea
I would overwrite even Matterhorn.
I love you - Jirka Korn.
 

Hello

I call your number once again and count
Just ringing eight times but you are not around
But all of a sudden I can hear a different tone
Hello, don't hang up the telephone
 
I feel miserable, I feel high, for I'm suddenly alone with you
I've been a spoon, an impossible case since I met you
Go on, laugh at my confusion, I don't worry about awkwardness,
as long as I can kiss your hair with my words.
 
I've known you since long ago through fleeting encounters
I've always been seeing you in my fantasies and dreams
Even my own face I don't know as well as you
Hello, what I'm not familiar with, though, is your voice.
 
But how should I be familiar with it, when I talk all by myself.
Well, a spoon I've been, an impossible case, since I met you.
In my mind I keep on drawing in profile and en face
that face I'm kissing with my words - in the hair.
 
Hello, don't hang up the telephone.
 
So make complaint, write it down, that I call you in your sleep.
You can laugh at my mistakes or you can be silent.
Lock your door to keep me out, I will find the back door of dreams.
And thanks to them I kiss your hair again.
 

Sweet Sue

With the whole band
play for the brilliant
Sue, Sue.
She appreciates the rhythm,
the sweet maid
Sue, Sue.
Jazz won't let her sleep
and when she wants to laugh,
band, you have to play your fiddles,
so that she doesn't frown,
the sweet, the sweetest
Sue, Sue.
 
She's smiling now,
the sweet, the specious
Sue, Sue.
She's already painting the town red,
the sweet, the sweetest
Sue, Sue.
And I'd love to
try to tap-dance too,
so come on, and play it out loud,
as if by chance
I dance for the sweet
Sue, Sue.
 
She's smiling now,
the sweet, the specious
Sue, Sue.
She's already painting the town red,
the sweet, the sweetest
Sue, Sue.
And I'd love to
try to tap-dance too,
so come on, and play it out loud,
as if by chance
I dance for the sweet
Sue, Sue.
 

Sorrow postponed

A week ago because of a certain mademoiselle
I was in a miserable shape
Smitten by betrayal a glass of poison I grabbed
To cock up my toes, that's what I wished
 
But the very same day, just inches above the water
a jewel of a woman I met by chance
and I said to myself: let's go on, let's have a ball,
to hell with the poison, let's live on
 
The sorrow's postponed, a change of date and time,
flight from shadows, I've made it.
The sorrow's postponed due to my indifference,
I stand before a paradise and I am glad.
 
The day before yesterday wasn't the greatest either
A waterfall ran down my flat
What to do, dear friends?
To jump out of a window?
 
But standing on the sill I peered at our small courtyard,
little boys were just playing marbles there,
so I galloped to them
and buried my grief.
 
The sorrow's postponed, a change of date and time,
flight from shadows, I've made it.
The sorrow's postponed due to my indifference,
I stand before a paradise and I am glad.