A keresés eredménye

No way back home

The silence hangs in the dry air
The memories hide like a lizard in the moss-covered stones
In the colourful reflections of the fleeting day
This trap looks (even) more attractive than ever
 
An excavator is raping the shore
Carving up ugly wounds
This time it's all for real, prisoner,
There is no way back home
 
The leaves are rustling on our future (grave) crosses
While I am still (feeling) drunk on the wormwood of these sun-scorched hills
The hours and years shall wearily end the mourning
We'll leave behind (only) granite and marble (tombstones)
 
An excavator is raping the shore
Carving up ugly wounds
This time it's all for real, prisoner,
An excavator is raping the shore
Carving up ugly wounds
This time it's all for real, prisoner,
There is no way back home