A keresés eredménye

A slow river

The strings which vibrate in the wind still feel
Pictures and costumes disappearing in the waves.
That’s how it must be in a short time.
 
Down below whirlpools cut into the old bed,
Up above butterflies play a new beat,
That’s how it goes, as sung in the tones of the floods.
 
Faces slowly slide into images of the shore,
They are unfamiliar, unclear,
Fog lowers itself, hiding time,
The images break, intersect.
 
A boat floats across the screens in a dance,
Chords and guitars break in the stream,
That’s how it must be, the rain falls.
 
A melody slowly falls upon the reins of the oars,
Submarines still live on the banks of the river,
With those who run towards the river.
 
The written word sounds in the voices,
It dies away, unheard.
Whoever is not waiting here
Will spend a long time searching for an answer from the paths.
 
Faces slowly slide into images of the shore,
They are unfamiliar, unclear,
Haze comes and lowers itself, hiding time,
The images break, intersect.
 

Buckle

With your arms raised, stretched out
You are standing in front of the mirror.
It’s early. This house in which you grew up
Has nine concrete floors.
 
Elevators rise with a hum.
Shiny taps open.
Stuffed into the mailboxes earlier are
Rustling newspaper pages.
 
You stick a simple metal buckle
In your hair above your temples
Together with the whole world
I look at this miracle.
 
Don’t move, stay in that position.
Don’t come in yet this morning.
May your eyes keep
Looking into the mirror for longer.
 

City

Not from your effort
Does this city turn into a giant
It’s hard to walk on foot
It’s frightening to look around
There’s a lot which can happen to you
 
Not from your effort
Does everything visibly turn into a giant
You get smaller and smaller
In this city
 
Not from your effort
Does everything appear to turn into a giant
You remain smaller and smaller
To this city
 
Do you even know how easy it is to travel on the metro
Do you even want to ride it beneath the ground
Do you even know how easy it is to travel on the metro
Do you even want to ride it beneath the ground
 
From all sides rivers and winds
Are coming to stay in my city
From all sides rivers and winds
Are coming to stay in my city
 
Despite your effort this city grows like a giant
You get smaller and smaller in this city
 
Despite your effort this city grows like a giant
Soon there won’t even be a space for you in this city
 
From all sides rivers and winds
Are coming to stay in my city
From all sides rivers and winds
Are coming to stay in my city
 

Aeroplane

Fly lower, aeroplane
I want to stroke your wings
I want to whisper something into your ear
Understand you, interpret your dreams
 
But you don’t hear me any more already
Singing my songs so quietly in the distance
As I’m here on the ground
I want to take you in my arms and pity you
 
You’re flying away, crying so quietly you must fly
Writing such long letters to me in the clouds.
You’re telling your pain in your own language
I understand those tears of yours
Which, just as mine, are not forever.
 
Fly slower, aeroplane
I want to tell you something nice
Hold you by your wings a little
Understand you, interpret your dreams
 
You’re flying away, crying so quietly you must fly
Writing such long letters to me in the clouds.
You’re telling your pain in your own language
I understand those tears of yours
Which, just as mine, are not forever.
 

Daughter of the North

I’m out to search for the daughter of the North
Travelling on a long, distant path
Arriving slowly and too late
Looking for those Northern shores.
 
At night in the sea of stars I see
That edge of heaven
Where my daughter of the North lives
How do I even get there with the wind
Which visits it?
Years of looking for her go by.
 
My beautiful daughter of the North
Where is your white dress?
How golden is your hair now,
where are your carts of stars?
 
At night in the sea of stars I see
That edge of the sky
Where my daughter of the North lives
How do I even get there with the wind
Which visits it?
Years of looking for her go by.