A keresés eredménye

Life is short

My story now is nearing the end
Life’s mystery we’ll never understand
Except within a game that has been played
Another life, `worlds that are far away
It’s all BS. The clue is within us
In your last moment, you will get it thus
At the last minute, the thread will be torn
It’s late to change a thing, It’s all forlorn.
 

Empty park. I met him...

Empty park. I met him. To the essence:
Well, hello, and pleasantries aside
That woman is mine I’ve given her some presents
In a café, we ate breakfast fireside
And my shirt is marked red with her lipstick
And my bedsheets are messed up by this chick
So I said and then lit up a smoke
And my rival had his turn and spoke
No argument, - he said, he was laconic, -
In the evening you two passed me once
And the woman, - did he sound ironic? -
Secretly, at me, she threw a glance
This is it. I really don’t know why.
I felt envy, was about to cry.