A keresés eredménye

Far Away

End of spring, loss
Your voice, so far away
Sunlight as warm as you
I wonder... Have you forgotten me?
 
Like air, like the sun
I don't think I'll disappear
 
Wanderer of fleeting time
On the brink of dream and reality, fading feelings
Your voice, far away
Have you forgotten it all already..?
 
I soar the skies, as passing scattered clouds
At the end of spring, I await you
Your flowerpot, blooming white flowers
At the end of spring, what do you think of?
 
How will you spend your next birthday?
As we close our eyes, through passing seasons
We remain in that day
 
Entwining our fingers, so much it hurts
May we never part, forever
I soar the skies, as passing scattered clouds
At the end of spring, I await you
At the end of spring, I think of you
 
Your voice, far and distant
Have you forgotten about me?
 

Falling Stars

The crossties bear small flowers, the rusty tracks line up side by side
I walk barefoot on the weadows, when I incidentally look up to the moonless starry sky
A panorama of falling stars downpouring, a twinkling from some ten thousand light years
The sequined Greek mythologies color the azure clear sky1
My tiptoes blotted, I walk pulling your hand
With my dirtied palm as you look up to the sky
 
I will not forget it, the true color of the landscape that you loved
But now, even the stardust is too dazzling
 
Lovers swallowing back their tears and shivering
Their hands, fastened so warmly it is sad
 
Do not forget it, the beauty of the future of which you dreamed
A cluster of meteors, stars that vanished, your smiling face
 
Blame me for having blocked your sky
Now, what do you feel about the sky up to which you used to look?
 
Lovers swallowing back their tears and shivering
Their hands, fastened so wispily, so feebly
Your flowing tears become stars and
Fill this sky, now turning to meteors
 
Stars coloring the clear sky, beneath the tracks wet by the night dew
White four-petal flowers keeping alive fleetingly on the rotten crossties
As if our linked hands could never be separated
As if our linked fingers would never part
 
Overhead, falling stars downpour, just like an early summer rain or an evening drizzle
I walk barefoot on the fastidious ground, this railway track as my only lead
Your hand linked warmly
To my dirtied palm
 
I walk in this panorama of downpouring falling stars, my tiptoes blotted
As if I would never let go of your linked hand
As if our linked hearts could never be torn off
 

• 1. I can only guess that he is refering to constellations here, since the vast majority are named after heroes or creatures of Greek mythology.