A keresés eredménye

Nameless

Antenna needles in snow fields,
the white hum of the meteorological station.
And silence like a heavy dream,
and nobody for miles around.
 
She spoke on the radio
every morning, while snow fell.
The model rockets on my desk
shook from the receiver sound.
 
Five AM and they woke me up,
it felt cramped in the bend of this peninsula.
Five AM and this voice in my ears again.
Freeze, don't breath, just listen.
 
She spoke of such things
which made the city look like a dream,
and the wood of the walls would grow again,
the air would fill with sounds.
 
When I went back to mainland,
they said I was a weakling,
and the transmitter was always silent.
They call her Grace.
 
Five AM and they woke me up,
it felt cramped in the bend of this peninsula.
Five AM and this voice in my ears again.
Freeze, don't breath, just listen.
 

Crossing parallel lines

My orange dreams
don't need courage
to account
their guts
in front of me
they'd even give some courage
to my khaki dreams
that make foolish things
imagining wars,
slaughter and mud
and make me
struggle in my bed
Hey... Ay-ay-ay-a!
 
Our orange people
don't need courage
to account
their guts
in front of him
they'd even give some courage
to the khaki people
that make foolish things
imagining wars,
slauther and mud
and make
only 'bang-bang-bang' in the world
Hey... Ay-ay-ay-a!
 
My orange dreams
our orange people
My khaki dreams
Our khwki people
Our orange poeple
my orange dreams
our orange people
are highly brave people
 

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