A keresés eredménye

Bad omen

Who are you really?
Leftovers of me
Silver statues
Silk hair
 
Those cement blades
Pierced our fears
The rain is frozen with blood
It congealed our resentment
 
Times are capricious
We don't see each other anymore
Hands before their eyes
Hide disappointed portraits
 
Who are you really?
Pieces of summer
And the silver statues
Lose themselves in the salty water
 
Reflections dancing
Have blackened the traits
But life takes them back
Our nights will be drowned
 
Times are capricious
We don't see each other anymore
Hands before their eyes
Hide disappointed portraits
 

Adélaide

Love, dethroned, crumpled, twisted
Passion frozen, gone up in smoke
The night is full of remains
The moon does not hold back the rain
 
I don't notice the sky
the day falls so late
I don't notice the sky
It's night between you and me
 
Blood, cold, the fear is there
the curtains close and the people drown
of which craziness, of which lust
if I believe now that it's done
 
I don't notice the sky
the day falls so late
I don't notice the sky
It's night between you and me
 

Semaphore

We no longer long for anybody
But do not blame yourself
Today words imprison me
But when you will see me
In my nights the echo of the semaphore
And then you will come
Without relief chasing ghosts
That hang over me
It is already the end of autumn
when you will return
 
In the semaphore your name resonates
And it doesn't stop, you see
In the semaphore your name resonates
And it doesn't stop, you see
 
Today words abandon us
But they will stay
In my nights the echo of the semaphore
And in the eye of the storm
without relief they wrap around me and twist
For a long time now
 
In the semaphore your name resonates
And it doesn't stop, you see
In the semaphore your name resonates
And it doesn't stop, you see