A keresés eredménye

Metro-draft

Everyone is in a hurry,
Everyone is going.
Everyone is nobody to
Everyone.
The metro is rushing,
Intrusion isn't retro.
 
The silent mass is
Stone cold.
They make tracks
for the void.
Sometimes all people
run out of here.
 
The train pulls into a black hole.
There is a metro-draft under the ground.
You're being assessed by eye beam lights.
I catch one - it so happens, yours-,
I look back, and I feel like,
This is when life so far ends
 
My hand is fumbling,
Head is empty.
That's how it goes about
something every day
Time goes by,
Confetti rain is pouring.
 
The dirty street-depth
is coughing.
I come by here
Often.
The globe is dusty,
it slowly falls apart.
 

Mate

Once upon a time
I had a mate
Who has been waited, waited to me
With words waited to me
 
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
 
Came, came and we went for a walk
Wind blewing and we came apart
I already don't have a mate
I already don't have a mate
 
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
 
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
 
Where he will be, where he will be
I yet don't know it
Come, come he always comes
In the road
 
Wind blowing and raining
I already have a mate
He waits, he is been waiting to me
With words waits to me
 
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
 
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
Ma-ma, Mate
 
Where he will be, where he will be
I yet don't know it
Come, come he always comes
In the road