A keresés eredménye

The Era Of Garbage

In the house that I grew up in, now a child gets older
below the debris of time he still searches for the moment
Below the dust of the desert, the ashes of the forest
is the night of mankind, the dawn of gods
Here is the hell of another
the paradise of my own
 
On the street that I grew up falls a yellow rain
a letter from the future tells of a future that will not arrive
On the sidewalks, in the railway cars
the cry of wolves, the silence of lambs
the reign of commerce, the tyranny of machines
 
But tell me if you hear the sound of the shipwrecked
the prophecies of magicians, the laughter of the crazed
Tell me why you feel alone then
now that everything matches everything
in the era of garbage
 
In the city that I grew up in they strike in the middle of the night
everyone wants to have fun, everyone wants to see
Everyone wants to shine, everyone has so much to say
everyone wants to forget, everyone wants to drink.
Everyone sleeps together and wakes up alone,
everyone is in a thousand pieces that can’t be put back together
 
But tell me if you hear the song of the shipwrecked
the prophecies of magicians, the laughter of the crazed
Tell me why you feel alone then
now that everything matches everything
in the era of garbage
 
While the past burns like film
a camera scans the the pupils of the eyes.
The tears of separation,
the agony of the protagonist
that swallows the present like a monster
 
The terror of the void, the murder of the audience
the outburst of hatred, the vengeance of the crowd
the triumph of the unsung
 
A child in a dream that tries to fly
that wants to arrive and break everything
trying to awaken, trying to shout
 
But tell me if you hear the chorus of sobs
of the heralds of the end, of the groans of lovers.
Tell me why you feel alone then
now that everything matches everything
in the era of garbage
 

My Lucky Day

It won't be my lucky day
It just didn't smile at me
I was waiting for a chance
to take back what was lost...
 
But today isn't my lucky day...
whatever I come near goes farther away....
I pulled out the wrong map, Monday dawned again
Today isn't my lucky day...
 
I didn't get warm in the sun
on my road the snow didn't melt
whatever I begin stays in the middle
the swallows didn't return to my garden
and the light I'm chasing, drowned in the dirty air
maybe one day I'll see it
but today isn't my lucky day
 
I locked myself away like a ghost in my house
I was caught in my own net
I scare my reflection and laugh with myself...
 
I sat and waited at the stop
when will this off day finally pass?
Today isn't my lucky day...
 
I didn't get warm in the sun
on my road the snow didn't melt
whatever I begin stays in the middle
the swallows didn't return to my garden
and the light I'm chasing, drowned in the dirty air
maybe one day I'll see it
but today isn't my lucky day...
 

The Old Hotel of Death

In the old hotel of death someone comes
and lies down in his Saturday clothes and dies
it is August and the days are like carefree dogs returning to the woods
and in the rooms the lovers are lulled to sleep, defeated by the passion of their embrace...
 
In the old hotel the clock runs backwards
and the guilty wake up from their dream innocent again
and the gentle pass through the dirty mirrors
with their white suits and evening gowns
what beauty...
 
In the old hotel of death the balconies
are always blooming and an orchestra is playing eternally
and the furniture dances the waltz inside the deserted rooms
and the faucets run laughing and the walls drip tears
like a river...
 
In the old hotel hear the dice being rolled
they say if you are lucky maybe you'll be favored
at the doorstep while the elderly doorman sleeps standing
in the road a child pops up, not afraid of the night
any longer...
 

24 Hours Under A Blanket

Too heavy to be caught in a cloud
Above my breast, an unbearable stone
In the empty house the telephone rings
24 hours under a blanket
 
Too bad for anymore nothingness
I spin an empty bottle on the floor
A thousand times, a thousand
In the end it points to me again
 
And everything is fading away deeply
The black waters of sleep
Silence
The miracle didn't happen
 
Outside the road expands until it is lost
Inside some strange future
And the pictures whirl around
Like red Christmas ornaments
 
I'm climbing a mountain towards a dream
I lift the unbearable rock on my shoulders
I let it roll away and then I hide
24 hours under a blanket
 
And everything is fading away deeply
The black waters of sleep
Silence
The miracle didn't happen
 

Around The Sun

How far the earth is from the sun
How far away from me you will be, you will be
I live from you and around you I rotate
As the earth spins around the sun
 
I count the seasons
I count the empty sky
In orbit around the sun
Around the sun
 
How high, I climb high to reach you
But you burn my wings like the sun
I fall in the night to the earth trying to forget
But how can I forget the sun
 
From your light I awaken
Again in the empty sky
In orbit around the sun
Around the sun
 

Kite

The dreams faded away, they have faded away
it's morning
I opened my door, I opened it
so the sun can reach me
 
You came and in my path
the sky was lightened up
look my heart flew
like a red kite
 
I need you as if I were a child
don't let me to return there
inside myself in the silence
where it's like a cold sea, a deserted island
 
Bodies without souls inside my hands
keys of no use
I have nothing left
nothing is enough for me anymore
 
Come on, let's walk
away from the noise
to heal our wounds
there is plenty of time
 
I need you as if I were a child
don't let me to return there
inside myself in the silence
where it's like a cold sea, a deserted island
 
I need you as if I were a child
don't let me to return there
inside myself in the silence
where it's like a cold sea, a deserted island
 
I need you as if I were a child
don't let me to return there
inside myself in the silence...