A keresés eredménye

Ivan's Childhood

It's just that the hunter never missed a shot
It's just that the bird never learned to fly
Hands got tired of holding the handrails
And the dough hardened too quickly
It's just that the train went ahead and rolled
Downhill
Downhill
 
To the quiet beating of wagon wheels
To the subtle beating of train wheels
It's just that somebody's glove was lost
And one foot tripped over the other
It's just that everything already happened
It's just that everything already happened
And only when a human dies
Does he stop telling lies
 
In the left side of my chest grass sways in the wind
The branch bent in half — I will live for a long time
A fly rips itself from the sticky paper
Tearing apart its worthless flesh
Leaving behind its disgusting flesh
 
Sitting in emptiness, but still feeling good
An asshole doesn't need much
Ivan's childhood is a thing of the past
It was the fun year of the war
Things were dropped, things were lost,
Some didn't finish, some didn't eat
But does it really matter what to eat?
Does it really matter what to shit with?
To live life is to march across a field,
So then what is that smell from the earth?
 
In the left side of my chest grass sways in the wind
The branch bent in half — I will live for a long time
A fly rips itself from the sticky paper
Tearing apart its worthless flesh
Leaving behind its disgusting flesh