A keresés eredménye

Who Will Now Carry Who

Who will now carry who
when is it your turn, when is it my turn
you know, the words are mine
they pile up like thoughts
 
It isn't that there is something to hide
the hand will write, the heart will sing
it isn't easy to wander around
with noise that never gets tired
 
Who will now carry who
it's not strength, it's not possible
you know, the words are mine
simple without masks
 

Three Times

There times a week
i travel1
from the last bench I watch the people
 
The city always looks tired to me
and missing flavor
an hour passed and i still did not arrive
 
An old song on the radio causes me to cry
and i wonder how light is allowed to rise
to wash and purify my every corner
the morning comes already
again i could not fall asleep
 
Three time in an hour
i ask
what am i doing here and what do i really want
 
Occasionally i so need to go home
and i don't have the courage
to show how alone i am
 

• 1. not expressed but she is on a public bus