2021.01.25.
Little miss
The little miss used to listen to the myth,and in the children's paradise a rose bloomed.
The girl's tears watered her face
and from a great distance a voice of a man cried out to her.
The voice of her prince called her to come to him,
from the side of the coin only a child can enter.
Someone gets lost at a crossroads
on a long path into the legends,
may the one who seeks not go astray,
but it is for the one who judges us all to decide.
From the great, deep girlish desires
only smudges in the woman's soul were left.
Where the spring used to be, there is nothing there today,
just worthless oblivion.
Red flags of everyday life
shines like crazy every day for her.
Someone gets lost at a crossroads
on a long path into the legends,
may the one who seeks not go astray,
but it is for the one who judges us all to decide.
Somewhere in the depths, the memory is alive
maybe it is hiding when darkness bars its teeth.
Who will know if he's waiting there
when one is scared of the initiation.
Someone gets lost at a crossroads
on a long path into the legends,
may the one who seeks not go astray,
but it is for the one who judges us all to decide.