Wear the whole universe,
The wings of innocence.
Hang a sunbeam,
Petrachilia plumista.
In a sea of happiness
Two Angels are swimming.
In the spring the eyelids,
Honey in the heart.
Love butterflies,
In the gaze of worship.
New world is rising.
Sweet sacrifice wind.
Ballerinas swirl,
They plow an airy track.
The images are fluttering.
In meadows of prosperity.
Partridges frame me,
Seagulls on the beach.
Their wings are palpable,
Stars shine in the hair.
We both wrote in an old notebook
we had nothing but love
as I knew you, as you were
this is how time passes
everything stays there
Now I'm alone, I'm not with you
we lost, we melted, we did not see them with our own eyes
I looked in the drawer I looked everywhere
I finally found the notebook under the guitar
I finally found the notebook under the guitar
How desperate
I miss you so much
my tears are dripping on the words you wrote
Remember that the penitent does not return with anything
Not even the troubled soul makes a sound
Where are they these days?
they can not return
which are these most beautiful eyes in the world
that time does not return
no he never returns
everything I have today without you has no value
everything I have today without you has no value
Now I'm alone, I'm not with you
we lost, we melted, we did not see them with our own eyes
the years go by and never return
we are together we are not like before
My wishes are gone,
in possession of the weights.
My whole life ,
tangled tangle.
I found the thread of patience.
I swim in a wild wave.
I experience the scaffolding of the fight.
I get caught by a board,
with a compass of hope.
My days are bucket eroded,
many times the bottom is broken.
My gaze on the vast
and my wounds silent.
I struggled to build a roof,
to fasten two tiles.
To rest in a shell.
rowing with fate.
To catch the first flight,
the threshold of dignity.
I threw away narrow shoes.
I alleviated hunger and cold,
our future life.
My demands are sparing
I was not looking for shine, luxury,
a key to the soul.
I hung a rag on the door,
to clear the mind.
Lightning rod in disasters,
to have the barns full of crops.
A table with plenty of laughter.
my children to have a future
In the spring the foliage
to sing sweet strings!
The seasons passed one by one
And again in the summer,
What about her ...
The same unstoppable trees
Identical day under the same sun,
Night stars in the same sky ...
At the gates of this season I recognize you,
Wrapped in stress tests, I was worried
And I do not know how I built this summer in my mind
Together with you
Somewhere, on a forgotten beach ...
But summer and beach sand
It poured silently through my fingers without haste
Something inside me broke in the evenings
Full of dialogue of lovers
And with my monologue ...
Under the rain,
A wish to be forgotten by memories ...
A rotten sheet under the shoes,
A commodity wakes me up ...
Under the rain,
Your picture shows me
With wet hair,
Dripping nostalgia on the lips
Of lifeless love during this great winter.
