A keresés eredménye

Me, and Suffering, and Your Love

Me, and suffering, and your love,
Live for each other.
 
What is it going to be, then,
With you?
You, who have forgotten me?
 
The promise of love I have kept,
Never have I broken it,
Kept it hidden in my passion,
And sang it with my heart,
 
And said.
'I will sing,
With you, you who are cruel.'
 
And you parted from me,
And remained cruel,
And my youth was disoriented,
And love spilled out between us,
I am patient, and waiting for you,
But waiting is not for us.
 
What is it going to be, then,
With you?
You, who have forgotten me?
 
Those stricken with love are patient,
And envious of those not stricken,
As love is treasonous, and leaves hearts confused.
 
Oh, you who I have loved, you have addled my love,
I sought your heart, you injured mine.
 
And you parted from me,
And remained cruel,
And my youth was disoriented,
And love spilled out between us,
I am patient, and waiting for you,
But waiting is not for us.
 
What is it going to be, then,
With you?
You, who have forgotten me?
 
My eyes are on yours, and your lashes,
But your eyes have hurt me.
They speak to me, and greet,
But you are upset.
 
And with every look, I see your love,
And you never once told me,
The reason of your discontentness.
 
And you parted from me,
And remained cruel,
And my youth was disoriented,
And love spilled out between us,
I am patient, and waiting for you,
But waiting is not for us.
 
What is it going to be, then,
With you?
You, who have forgotten me?
 

Oh Flowers, Who Buys You?

Oh, flowers, who is it that buys you?
And top their loved one gives you?
And gifts you their hope, and love, and kisses?
White, so much that the sun is jealous,
But shy, and lost.
 
The dewdrops kissed them on the cheek and
The branches of the trees neared to them,
The wind complained, and hurt the flowers,
And they cried,
And I would die for the flowers.
 
Oh, flowers, why are you shy?
With you, life is sweet,
Oh, flowers.
 
Oh, red flowers, who is ti that hurt you?
Hurt your lips and left your blood on them,
I saw and heard the sound of love,
From the lips that take from my happiness.
 
Oh, flowers, why are you shy?
With you, life is a delight,
Oh, flowers.
 
Yellow from the stem, from parting with the beloveds,
Be nice to your hummingbird, oh flowers,
For it has come back devastated.
And asking about you are the gardens, and fields, and rivers.
 
And they scream, where is she?
Whom I have given my happiness and love,
And oh flowers, why are you shy?
With you, life is a delight.