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Band

I am the drummer,
snares and cimbs,
kick drum and toms.
But then why
should I break into a thousand pieces
the silence all alone
it would be a blind commanding word,
if no one came after me,
 
but if I have these other three with me
I can't stand on straight legs,
even those will dance who didn't want to,
cause I'm not a drummer but a band!
 
I am the bassist,
I have the lows,
the hero is always the one
accompanied by me.
'Why only four on this,
and not six string or five?'
This is a bass guitar, my dear,
this is where the beast is!
 
And when these other three are with me
I'll buzz one such that, anyone - I could want - will
be mine when this gig is done,
cause I'm not a bassist but a band!
 
I am the guitarist,
Strumming and picking.
The city is full of
ones like this, and what do the thousands of
roads from Django
to Nirvana through Zappa mean?
If I'm doing the craft all alone
I couldn't give the full,
 
but when these other three are with me
my guitar sings with such power,
that poor girl is almost fainting from it,
cause I'm not a guitarist but a band!
 
I am the singer,
I'm standing at the front,
So many types of verses and
I'm saying all the same that:
'O I wasn't loved, why?'
'O love me again dear'
and how silly it is as,
my legs move to my own rhythm,
 
but when these other three are with me
even a false note is lovely, like a dream
my song is powerful as hell, oh,
cause I'm not a singer but a band!
 

Tihany

There is a pitch-black street at Tihany
I could've kissed you there, but I missed my chance...
That street grew around me, don't tell me it didn't around you!
Even now we are kissing there in the dark!
 
You weren't made for me
It turns out, you aren't for me...
From now on, no one else, small numbness on my soul
Since then we learned, how to
Since then it doesn't hurt, doesn't punish
We chose someone others, and channel our love through them
 
No one, no one, is with the one, they'd want to be with
No one, no one, is with the one, they'd want to be with
No one, no one, is with the one, they'd want to be with
No one, no one, is with the one, they'd want to be with
 

I can't breathe

Who forbids my telling what hurt me
on the way home?
A mild darkness was gliding on the grass
like a velvet spray
and thin leaves turned sleeplessly,
growled quietly as struck children
under my feet.
 
The bushes squatted in a circle, inspecting,
on the outskirts of the city.
The autumn wind stumbled cautiously among them.
The cool soil
looked suspiciously toward the lights