A keresés eredménye

The defeated of life

An army was passing by, early in the morning
Nobody knew where they were headed
the day was just emerging cowardly
their souls were proud, their eyes bright
they had songs in their soul, they were full of joy
they kept high their foreheads .
 
Nobody knew where they were headed
triumphantly and haughtily they walked
with the joy shining into their eyes
and the light was reflected far away
as if its destiny was too, in that day
shown much more clearly.
 
They were passing through the crowd
and a wish vibrated all breasts
always to live always to win!-
only us we were standing sad
- us, us, the defeated of life
with the destroyed ideals...
 
Us too, one morning, we were headed
- having seduced by a chimera-
with eyes burning of joy
all of us were strong, arrogant, like Croesus!
- but by midnight we had already come back
with our wings bleeding.....