A keresés eredménye

To play with fire

Can't see anything ahead of me
Can't remember anything that's behind of me
With an emaciated hand i wipe off the drops of rain
Off of the human faces, de-energized by pain
And you are going to party and scream
Stomping down the joyous faces of the ill
Leaving nothing behind
All so you don't become them
 
Broken windows and dust
Streams of random phrases
Everything around has been burning for a long time already
As if for the first time
Get out your sports equipment
Their rules have nothing to do with this
Tonight we will be playing with fire
Tonight we will be playing with fire
 
Steel forest belt melts
And a lonely black cat creeps along it
And if the black cat is able to tell us a fairytale
Then tonight someone will die
And you and I will go to an underpass
And you and I will lay between the two fires
And here the lonely black cat visits us
Tonight he will tell us a fairytale about people
 
Broken windows and dust
Streams of random phrases
Everything around has been burning for a long time already
As if for the first time
Get out your sports equipment
Their rules have nothing to do with this
Tonight we will be playing with fire
Broken windows and dust
Streams of random phrases
Everything around has been burning for a long time already
As if for the first time
Get out your sports equipment
Their rules have nothing to do with this
Tonight we will be playing with fire
Tonight we will be playing with fire
 

A dead evening

I turn the kitchen light on and off
Cigarettes, strong tea, silence,
You do know that after happiness comes despair
It’s a dead evening, and I’m on the floor again,
So many thoughts are going through my head
You know they’re here, silent about you only
 
I know how to survive... (I knew...)
I know how to survive... (I knew...)
 
Only when the lights go out in the trees
You do know one is responsible for everyone,
Snow melts so slowly in front of your eyes
Strangle yourself with a scarf with just a glance
For someone who has a habit of being silent,
You know it’s too late and you cannot lose
 
I don’t know how to survive... (I knew...)
I don’t know how to survive... (I knew...)
 
Crooked houses and trees in suspended animation, beds of January, corrosion whispers like the wheels of a train, and thoughts blend together with a feeling of sound and smoke, as if the wind greets the lights of this dirty city with cold, all these crooked houses are to blame, choose one word out of a hundred, to describe everything that is happening now, cold, from screaming, a pillow comforts me. Someone loses something, finds it, and we probably just do not know it. With such impulses you believe, involuntarily, that a miracle that is impossible is happening to us, it is so huge that you cannot hide behind crooked houses and a stupid fake smile. Attempts are replaced by fear. The wind embraced your arms, and winter suffocated again, all these crooked houses are to blame.