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Verzeihung

Heute Nacht komme ich zu deiner Tür,
und bleibe da, solang ich dein Gesicht nicht gesehen habe.
Du weißt, dass ich es bin, aber du möchtest nicht aufmachen,
du schweigst und antwortest nicht, du willst mir nicht verzeihen.
 
Ich werde die ganze Nacht hier vor deiner Tür sitzen,
wie ein Obdachloser, der sich vor der dunklen Nacht fürchtet.
Du weißt, dass ich es bin, aber du möchtest nicht aufmachen,
du schweigst und antwortest nicht, du willst mir nicht verzeihen.
 
Refrain:
Das, was ich jetzt brauche, ist einfach,
dass du mir mit der Hand durch die Haare streichst.
Ich bin heute Nacht gekommen, um dich um Verzeihung zu bitten
und, dass du dich meiner erbarmst.
Ich knie vor dir wie ein ergebener Diener,
der eine Kanne mit Wasser zebrochen hat.
Und ich traue mich nicht, dir in die Augen zu schauen,
damit ich nicht sehe, wie sehr ich versagt habe.
 
Zwischen uns erlöscht die Liebe,
ich habe das wertvollste aufs Spiel gesetzt.
Du weißt, dass ich es bin, aber du möchtest nicht aufmachen,
du schweigst und antwortest nicht, du willst mir nicht verzeihen.
 
Du weißt, dass ich es bin, aber du möchtest nicht aufmachen,
du schweigst und antwortest nicht, du willst mir nicht verzeihen.
 
Refrain:
Das, was ich jetzt brauche, ist einfach,
dass du mir mit der Hand durch die Haare streichst.
Ich bin heute Nacht gekommen, um dich um Verzeihung zu bitten
und, dass du dich meiner erbarmst.
Ich knie vor dir wie ein ergebener Diener,
der eine Kanne mit Wasser zebrochen hat.
Und ich traue mich nicht, dir in die Augen zu schauen,
damit ich nicht sehe, wie sehr ich versagt habe.
 
Ich habe dir nicht gut genug zugehört,
habe meine Lippen einer anderen hingegeben,
jetzt stehe ich ganz alleine da,
aus deinem Herzen werde ich entfernt.
 
Ich knie vor dir wie ein ergebener Diener,
der eine Kanne mit Wasser zebrochen hat.
Und ich traue mich nicht, dir in die Augen zu schauen,
damit ich nicht sehe, wie sehr ich versagt habe.
 

Long Enough

And I travel into morning
Towards the sun
And I drive without a care
Experiencing life
I want to face myself again
Driving for my life
I have to sole my feet
Have to feel my soul
 
(Chorus 1:)
I really had enough time by now
Not to grant me anything
For so long have I thought about
Not being able to do it
 
I can hear the birds' song yet
Oh come back, oh come back
Oh sweet living, do come back
Take another chance with me
All of this was probably just in my mind
But in hindsight it did lead me here
 
I bow down before and bear witness to
The fact that this life is something special
I fall unto my knees, for never have I seen
Such a sea, this sand, it is wonderful
 
(Chorus 1) (Chorus 2:)
But I think that I'll have made it soon
Life flows down in torrents
And I just ran out of the house
Rain floods down in torrents
 
I have waited for the right moment
I have gathered knowledge in my world
But now I have come to see
This universe is yours and not my sphere
And now I have set me a feast
This goal, to win and to stand here now
 

I don't feel it

You say you never loved me more
But I don't feel it, I don't feel it anymore
You say I never touched you more
But I don't feel you, I don't feel you anymore
 
(Bridge:)
You don't have to leave immediately, but you can't stay much longer either
I think you should go now
You don't have to leave immediately, but you can't stay much longer
 
(Chorus:)
At one sudden blow it all seems over
Unforeseen and unattended
After three thousand days it all seems over*
All desensitized and decayed
 
Passion is apparently all contradictory
To your way of living and your way of striving
For appreciation and credit acceptation
Between profit allocation and hurry, hurry, expedition!
 
(Bridge & Chorus)
 
Hurry, expedition!
But my heart needs healing
And your heart wants to cry
Because you have no feelings
Hurry, expedition!
Your heart wants to cry
But you have no feelings
That's why you want mine
 
(Chorus)
 
One last silent outcry, maybe you'll hear me now
I'm waiting and waiting...
But from all the talking you don't hear me at all
I'm wating and waiting...
 

Now I will let go

I'm writing these songs
Again and again
Because they're aiding me
I my ongoing battles
 
I have seen men
They gave it their all
Seen men like corpses
They had nothing left to resist
But I want to go on
I want to live on
To live every day with a bright spirit
The way children mostly do it
 
(Chorus 1:)
No, you cannot keep me down
My life is taking form
Now I will let go
How long have I pained myself
I tore all the switches
Now I will let go
 
There is nothing to catch
(Tell me something, tell me something)
There is nothing to advise
(Advise me something, advise me something)
It's all about moving yourself
(How would one do that, how would one do that?)
You alone can subsist
And escape your prison
 
(Chorus 1)
 
I'm not crying
These are tears of joy
I'm not staying
Let me get up
I'm not writing
To get to new words
I'm writing this
To get to new worlds
 
(Chorus 1)
 
(Chorus 2:)
Many a friend was a foe
Many a nice one was cruel
Now I will let go
Because I have a place now
My soul-diving low-flight disc*
Now I will let go
 

Look at Her, Look at Him

Look at her, look at her, look at her
Goddess clothed in saliva and salt
Her eyes open wide, staring as if she were dead
Moaning on the floor of the room
 
Look at him, look at him, look at him
An angel naked, bathed in sweat
Climbing up the mountains of her body
'Don't stop, please.'
In the heat of noon,
A savage combat.
 
Look at her, look at her, look at her
How she writhes, how she asks for more
She bites on something, is born again from the ashes
And she makes him excited again
I almost tiptoe into the room
And in the total darkness, (I see that)
the bonfire of my nightmares
is ablaze
 
You're beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
More than the sky
With a million stars
It is easy to forgive
When one's love is real
 
You're beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Dangerous and beautiful
Too beautiful, so much more than beautiful
I think that I should scream at seeing this
But I just bite my tongue
 
Look at her, look at her, look at her
She tangles herself our and tangles herself back in
A Medusa beneath the tide
Right before going under
 
Look at him, look at him, look at him
So proud, so emotional
Asking for romantic music,
The same music they make me sing
 
In front of the hypnotized door
Of my own home
I cannot believe it,
No matter how much I see it!
 
You're beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
More than the sky
With a million stars
It is easy to forgive
When one's love is real
 
You're beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Dangerous and beautiful
Too beautiful, so much more than beautiful
I think that I should scream at seeing this
But I just freeze, oh no!
 
Beautiful beautiful beautiful
More than a sunset
An angel who is naked and bathed in sweat
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, dangerous and beautiful
Oh no, why do you do this to me?
Tell me
I can see it, but I can't believe it, no
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, too beautiful
Look at him, look at her, ah ah
 

Love or madness

Winter and summer
I am with you
no one is not like you and me
I'm dreaming you awake, I'm little weird
Well I'm not normal
 
That I can't be anymore without you
heaven decided
I don't know is this love or madness
 
Chorus (2x)
It's so good to us, that's it
it's really good to us together
what is mine that is yours, it's written
little by little we are arguing
little by little we are making things better
but we live one for each other
 
And at day and at night
I want with you
I don't care for other boys
when you aren't close to me, like toxicated
I'm crying for hours
 
That I can't be anymore without you
heaven decided
I don't know is this love or madness
 
Chorus
 

Poem for the father

And it was then
that with a dead and cold tongue in his mouth
he sang the song they let him sing
in this world of obscene gardens and of shadows
which came at a mishour to remind him
of the songs of the time when he was a boy
in which he couldn't sing the song he wanted to sing
the song they let him sing
other than through his blue, absent eyes
through his absent mouth
through his absent voice.
Then, from the highest tower of absence
his singing resounded in the opacity of what is hidden
in the silent extension
full of movable voids like words
which I write down.
 

We've been

We've been afraid, we've been afraid
Oh sad, where have you taken us
We've been wanting, we've been wanting
There's a hug in this world that makes us stronger
Against the day's ache, against a wounds that won't sleep
For everything you love with your heart, is getting away and Pease
 
And I have always loved with my heart and I'd do anyhing for them
They left me confused, wondering why they did so
I'm so in love just like you, unable to sleep
Well, I tell you, sometimes I forget when I sleep
 
From the says ache from a wound that never sleep
From all that our hearts love, it gets away and Pease
 
We've been afraid, we've been afraid
Where have you taken us, sadness
We've been wanting, we've been wanting
There's a lap in this world that gives us strength
 

Alexandra

The leaves are red
leaves of fall
the salamander is
glittering and sly
 
She's too much for Kissabos
she's too much for this place
and if you speak to her
of prudence,
It goes in vain
 
Alexandra, salamander
what a shame this is!
Why did you go with another man, bad girl?
 
The salamder, when she sees
the sky raining
she remembers her love
that she no longer possesses
 
She pushes the brown dirt
and comes out of her nest
and there where the boar would wash himself
she scatters her tears
 
You wear yellow and black
looking beautiful
Alexandra, Alexandra,
how you've forgotten me!
 

Please Call

The moon is
a carmine-colored orange
at midnight.
 
I'm barefoot by the window,
watching the old sea wolf leave.
He's whorish and a bastard.
 
Motorcycles and rock'n'roll,
Leather, tacks, and alcohol. What are you
doing right now? I am trying to stop my heart,
which is a great wharf made of steel, from bursting out of my chest.
 
As you can see, I do need you.
I hate to admit
that I need
your breath to be well,
and that there's no better nourishment
than the one your kisses give me.
 
Please call,
I feel so worthless.
I am an airless balloon,
a ship on the high seas,
without a skipper, and adrift.
 
Please call,
I feel so defenseless.
I lack willpower.
I cannot concentrate.
And I can't find an exit, no.
 
The radio with its recommendations
for a happy world
unsettles me.
 
A thousand insane ideas go
through my mind, but I just ignore them.
And though it may hurt me this time,
I have to admit
that I need to have
your body to be well.
I'm in love, I'm lost.
My mind needs you.
 
Please call,
I feel worthless.
I'm an airless balloon,
a ship on the high seas,
without a skipper, and adrift.
 
Please call,
I feel so defenseless.
I lack willpower.
I cannot concentrate.
And I can't find an exit, no.
 
Please call,
I feel worthless.
I'm an airless balloon,
a ship on the high seas,
without a skipper, and adrift.
 
Please call,
I feel so defenseless.
I lack willpower.
I cannot concentrate.
And I can't find an exit for this, no.
 
Please call,
I feel worthless.
I am an airless balloon,
a ship on the high seas,
without a skipper, and adrift.
 

Your Future Ex (Girlfriends)

Forget about everything
I want you beside me tonight
not later nor before
every my wish has its time
 
This is that night
these are those hours
someone will realize
someone will suffer
and that won't be me
 
Chorus
All your future girlfriends are already ex
nothing less nothing more
after me, your skin is
sold expensively
 
All the second are always the second
grain of happiness, grain of sorrow
just this crazy head
remains as a first
 
Forget about everything
nothing will be the same after me
I'm both the poison and the cure
there's no help when I enter your veins
 
This is that night
let's go to the city
someone will fly
but someone will perish
and that won't be me
 
Chorus
All your future girlfriends are already ex
nothing less nothing more
after me, your skin is
sold expensively
 
All the second are always the second
grain of happiness, grain of sorrow
just this crazy head
remains as a first
 
I'll take your soul while
your shirt is still on me
I'll love you
until I petrify your heart
 
Chorus
All your future girlfriends are already ex
nothing less nothing more
after me, your skin is
sold expensively
 
All the second are always the second
grain of happiness, grain of sorrow
just this crazy head
remains as a first
 
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Two of us

Beloved
You'd be doing me a favor
If you come to the sea
And I have the two of us under the sun
under the sun
 
Two of us
Only the two of us
Two of us
Come back
Two of us
Let it be just the two of us
Two of us
 
Just two of us
With old clothes into new times ,
I don't need you but I need us
Watch the moon among the stars
It's you my heart
And it doesn't beat without the sun when you're not around
Let the tide take us somewhere offshore
You don't see the sea how it take us
 
Beloved
You'd be doing me a favor
If you come to the sea
And I have the two of us under the sun, under the sun
 
Two of us
Only two of us
Two of us
Come back
Two of us
Let it be just the two of us
Two of us
 
Only two of us
Let's jump into the sea naked
You don't need me but you have us
When the night comes my beloved I wait for you as if
We have a beach just for the two of us and a single thought
I have the heart In a suitcase and I no longer wanna hide it
But you leave me waiting
 
Beloved
You'd be doing me a favor
If you come to the sea
And I have the two of us under the sun, under the sun
 
Two of us
Only two of us
Two of us
Come back
Two of us
Let it just be the two of us
Two of us
 

Time passes? It doesn't pass

Time passes? It doesn't pass
in the abyss of the heart
There within, prevails the grace
of love, flourishing in song.
 
Time nears us
each time a little bit more, it reduces us
to one sole verse and one rhyme
of hands and eyes, in the light.
 
There isn't consumed time
nor is there time to economize.
Time is all dressed up
in love and the time of love.
 
My time is yours, beloved,
they transcend any measure.
Beyond love, there is nothing,
to love is the juice of life.
 
The yesterday as much as the now
Are both calendar myths,
and your anniversary
is a birth at all hours.
 
And our love, which blossomed
from time, has no age,
so that only who has loved has heard
the appeal of eternity.
 

Passage of the Year

The last day of the year
isn't the last day of time.
Others day shall come
and new thighs and bellies shall communicate to you the heat of life.
You shall kiss mouths, you shall rip up papers,
you shall make voyages and so many celebrations
of birthday, graduation, promotion, glory, sweet death with symphony
and choir,
that the time shall remain replete and you shall not hear the clamor,
the irreparable howls
of the wolf, in solitude.
 
The last day of time
isn't the last day of everything.
There always remains some fringe of life
where two men sit.
A man and his opposite,
a woman and her foot,
a body and its memory,
an eye and its glimmer,
a voice and its echo,
and who knows if even God . . .
 
Receive with simplicity this present of chance.
You deserved to live one more year.
You hoped to live forever and to deplete the dreg of the centuries.
Your father died, your grandfather too.
In you yourself many things have already expired, others peek out at death,
but you are alive. Still one more time you are alive,
and with a cup in hand
you await the dawn.
 
The appeal of inebriating oneself.
The appeal of the dance and of the shout,
the appeal of the colorful ball,
the appeal of kant and of poetry,
all of them . . . and none of them resolves things.
 
The morning of a new year surges up.
The things are clean, orderly.
The body of gestures replenishes itself in foam.
All the senses function in alertness.
The mouth is eating up life.
The mouth is stuffed with life.
The life spills from the mouth,
besmirches the hands, the pavement.
Life is fat, smelly, mortal, sub-reptilian.
 

Feeling of the world

I have merely two hands
and the feeling of the world,
but I am full of slaves,
my memories run
and my body compromises
in the confluence of love.
 
When I'll get up, the sky
will be dead and looted,
I myself will be dead,
dead my desire, dead
the swamp without harmonies.
 
The comrades didn't say
that there was a war
and that it was necessary
to bring fire and nourishment.
I feel scattered, behind the borders,
humbly I beg ye
to forgive me.
 
When the bodies will pass,
I will remain alone
defying the recollection
of the bellman, of the widow and of the microscopist
who inhabited the tent
and who weren't discovered
at dawn
that dawn
greater than night.
 

What's going on with me

And yes yea yes and no no no
You know yourself I set nightclub s on fire
And yes yes yes, oh no no no
You better look after me because I'll go to another man
 
You know very well I'm stubborn
Sometimes crazy even without a cause
If I see you with other women
You know you won't have fun
 
I don't want a lot from you
Just to always be there when I call
And I don't know if you'd be able to fix this crazy side of me
 
Chorus 2x
He asks what's going on with me
We know each other from the past
Sassy and rude
Of hungrier
I say we'll see each other later
Don't act like you're dangerous
 
(Say what you want it from me)
My beauty's killing you
(Please leave it to me)
I just wanna bother you
 
And yes yes yes and no no no
I don't wanna spend this night
And yes yes yes and no no no
You act like you're bad so that I'd like you
 
You know very well I'm stubborn
Sometimes crazy even without a cause
If I see you with other women
You know you won't have fun
 
I don't want a lot from you
Just to always be there when I call
And I don't know if you'd be able to fix this crazy side of me
 

Poem of Seven Faces

When I was born, a twisted angel
one of those that lives in the shadows
said: Go, Carlos! be a misfit in life.
 
The houses watch the men
that run behind the women
The evening maybe was blue,
there weren't so many desires.
 
The tram passes full of legs:
white black yellow legs.
Why so many legs, my God, asks my heart.
Yet my eyes
ask nothing.
 
The man behind the mustache
is serious, simple and strong.
He barely speaks.
There are few, rare friends
the man behind the spectacles and the mustache.
 
My God, why have You abandoned me?
if You knew that I was not God,
if You knew that I was weak.
 
World world vast world
if my name was Harold
it would be a rhyme, it wouldn't be a solution.
World world vast world,
more vast is my heart.
 
I shouldn't have told you
but this Moon
but this cognac
put people crazy like the Devil.
 

The different road

On my road they are cutting down trees
setting down rails
building houses.
 
My road awoke changed.
The neighbors don't accustom to it.
They don't know that life
has those brutal demands.
 
Only my daughter enjoys the spectacle
and amuses herself with the scaffolding,
the light of the autogenous welding
and the cement running over the shapes.
 

In the Middle of the Road

In the
middle of the road there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
there was a stone
in the middle of the road there was a stone.
Never shall I forget of this happening
in the life of my retinas so exhausted.
Never shall I forget that in the middle of the road
there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
in the middle of the road there was a stone.
 

What can a creation do but

What can a creation do but
among other creations, love?
to love and to forget,
to love and to love badly,
to love, to fall out of love, to love?
always, and even with glazed eyes, love?
 

Sonnet of Lost Hope

I lost the tram and hope.
I return pale to my house.
The road is useless and no car
passes over my body.
 
I will rise the slow slope
in which the roads base themselves.
All of them lead to the
beginning of the drama and of the flora.
 
I don't know if I am suffering
or if it is someone who entertains themself1
why not? in the sparse night
 
with an insoluble piccolo.
However it makes a lot of time
that we last screamed: yes! to the eternity.
 

• 1. I understand that this is incorrect grammatically and it kind of hurts me to see this . . . especially in a poem but I see no other viable option to preserve the original meaning. The good news is that this is how humans will speak English officially in the future so I'm a bit ahead of schedule . . .

Death of the Milkman

There is little milk in the country,
it is necessary to deliver it early.
There is a lot of thirst in the country,
it is necessary to deliver it early.
There is in the country a saying,
that a robber should be killed with a gunshot.
Therefore the young man who is the morning
milkman with his pail
goes out running and distributing
good milk to bad people.
His pail, his bottles
and his rubber shoes
go on saying to the men in sleep
that someone woke up extra early
and came from the farthest suburb
to bring the coldest
and whitest milk from the best cow
so that all would prevail
in the tough struggle of the city.
 
In his hand the white bottle
doesn't have time to say
the things that I attribute it
and the young naïf milkman,
living in the Rua Namur,
employed in the warehouse,
with 21 years of age,
who knows there what might be impulse
of human comprehension.
And now that he has haste, the body
goes leaving the edge of the houses
merely one merchandise.
 
And like how the door of depths
I also hid people
that aspire for a little bit of milk
available in our time,
let us advance through that alleyway,
let us speed through the corridor,
let us deposit the liter . . .
Without making a rustle, it is clear,
that the rustle doesn't resolve anything.
 
My milkman so subtle
and light of gait,
glides before he marches.
It is true that some sound
is always made: mistaken step,
flower vase in the road,
dog barking by principle,
or a quizzical cat.
And there is always someone who wakes up,
grumbles and returns to sleep.
 
But this man woke up in panic
(robbers infest the neighborhood),
He didn't want to know of anything else.
The revolver from the drawer leapt into his hand.
Robber? shoot him.
The morning shots
annihilate my milkman.
Whether he was fiancé, whether he was virgin,
whether he was joyful, whether he was good,
I don't know,
it's too late to know.
 
But the man lost the sleep
of everything, and flees to the road.
My God, I've killed an innocent man.
Bullet that kills thief
also serves to steal
the life of our brother.
Whosoever wishes may call the doctor,
the police doesn't put a hand
on this son of my father.
The property is saved.
The general night proceeds,
the morning costs to arrive,
but the staked
milkman, in the open,
lost the haste he had.
 
From the shattered bottle,
on the already serene brick
spills something thick
that is milk, blood . . . I don't know.
From between confused objects,
badly redeemed by the night,
two colors seek out one another,
softly they touch each other,
lovingly they enlace each other,
forming a third tone
which we call dawn.
 

Dakle ići

Nanananananan
nannanannan
 
Dakle ići
čak i kada osećaš da umireš
kako ne bi ostao ne radeći ništa čekajući kraj
Ići jer ne znaš kako stajati
Teraš se da tražiš svetlost u srži stvari
 
Dakle ići
čak i samo da bi shvatila
ili da ništa ne bi shvatila
ali ljubavi mogu reći da sam živela u tvoje ime
I plesati i znojiti se pod suncem
nije mi bitno ako izgorim
ako izgore seklunde i sati
važno mi je kad me vidiš šta vidiš
ispred tebe sam
sa svojim prtljagom skupila sam strahove i želje
 
Dakle ići čak i kada osećaš da nestaješ
ne bi se znala poštedeti već sve prokockaš do kraja
dakle ići i dok se kičme savijaju
i ako zatvorim oči ostaju mi ruže i mirisi
i želim plesati i znojiti se pod suncem
nije bitno ako izgorim
ako izgore sekunde i sati
bitno mi je kad me vidiš šta vidiš
ispred tebe sam
sa svojim prtljagom skupila sam strahove i želje
 
Dakle ići zato što ne znam stajati mirna
na nogama noću učiniću da me nađeš
i želim plesati i znojiti se pod suncem
nije bitno ako izgorim
ako izgore sekunde i sati
i želim se nadati kada ništa drugo ne preostane
želim biti najbolja dok si ti tu
i jer si tu da te volim
 
I ako me vidiš i šta vidiš
Dok ti se smešim sa svojim manama sakupila sam strahove i želje