Ynskt mál: Enskt
I’ve got tired of sunsets
But it’s still early for later…
A fresh fury,
Insatiable, insolent,
Not yet ready for a wild aggression,
Not even remembering why,
Is licking me away from its lips for the last time.
It feels like a partial paresis
Is pulling my wires...
It seems the endless streets
Have forgotten the flame.
It seems the roof torn down
Has left behind its scaffolding,
And the walls made of clouds
Have molded,
And the chant of the jackals
Can be scarcely discerned.
Gang of drunk scoundrels
Burn with their cigarettes
The thread too thin
You send me at night
And expect me to hold on to (who knows why).
Don’t clean me out!
I might come back…
I might ask for more…
I might become somehow
A song come true,
If only a street
Happens to recall me
Just like that…
I’ve got tired of sunsets
But it’s still early for later…
And you make me feel so thirsty/like drinking…
Yndis umsetingar
Umseting - Bulgarskt-Enskt - Уморих Ñе от залези, а е рано за поÑле... И...
Hendan umbidna umseting er "Bert meining".
- 7 Apríl 2008 01:48
