A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Everything's Fine!

In that land of distant dreams
There's no grief nor tears, it seems -
Everything's fine, all is okay.
 
Captains drink expensive wine,
Ships go down and don't repine -
Everything's fine, all is okay.
 
In the land that knows no storms
Living blithe seems like the norm -
Everything's fine, all is okay.
 
Captains drink expensive wine,
Ships go down and don't repine -
Everything's fine, all is okay.
 
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Let Yourself Be Picked

Pause: before you wither, let yourself be picked,
The eternal blossom no one can predict.
You must know already: what's sweet doesn't last,
Let white petal ripen, don't let it go past.
 
You listen to whisper of unbeknown words
And your head begins to spin...
Let yourself be picked,
Let yourself be picked...
 
Can't invent a fable, can't steal earthly bliss,
Who then will help us both fall into abyss?
Do you see how bridges crumble in our wake?
Only dust remains on words, so vain and fake.
 
You listen to whisper of unbeknown words
And your head begins to spin...
Let yourself be picked,
Let yourself be picked...
 
Let them poke a finger at us to affright,
It's too soon repenting our sins in spite.
Touch the fiery lion, with your hand constrict,
Pause: before you wither, let yourself be picked.
 
You listen to whisper of unbeknown words
And your head begins to spin...
Let yourself be picked,
Let yourself be picked...
 
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Now Swear, Eat Raw Dirt!

How tensely and sharply the fingers keep tapping
On wet window sill.
The night will run out, then nothing will count -
It seems so to me.
 
Behold, are you standing beneath the right sun?
Now swear, eat raw dirt, that with me you'll burn when we're done.
 
As if from TV screen, the Moon looks asquint at us
As a wet owl.
My angel is frantic as someone hanged night stars
All upside down.
 
Behold, are you standing beneath the right sun?
Now swear, eat raw dirt, that with me you'll burn when we're done.
 
One fragment - to next one, what's wolf's - give to wolf then,
As bell ring - to bell.
One fragment - to next one, what's wolf's - give to wolf then,
What's left to me then?
 
Behold, are you standing beneath the right sun?
Now swear, eat raw dirt, that with me you'll burn when we're done.
 
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So Surprising

Versions: #1#2
It's surprising, so surprising, not to have what you so wanted,
To watch how they play with the grasses:
The lazy and sleepy long tresses.1
 
So surprising, to be born again, yeah..
In the silver lotus, in expectation of wonders,
Hearts are beating freely, hearts of
People that came from nowhere.
 
It's surprising, so surprising, to have yourself lost at the daybreak,
To knock on the doors made from clear glass,
While knowing that no one will answer.
 
So surprising, to be born again, yeah..
In the silver lotus, in expectation of wonders,
Hearts are beating freely, hearts of
People that came from nowhere.
 

• 1. Also possible: scythes

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