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Someone else

I have to close the windows at night
I have to open the curtains in the morning
I have to do what I did before you left
Before you left
I have to unlock the door again
My eyes need to see some light
I have to do what I did before you left
Before you left
 
(I have) to stop remembering
To find a way to sleep
Anyway, nothing changes now
 
I have to become someone else
Someone else who is indifferent
I have to save my mind
My mind and me
I have to write at my heart
It is forbidden to love someone else like you
Like you
 
I have to start dreaming at night
To see my life without you
I have to do what I did before you left
Before you left
I have to feel my heart beating
And to look for my love from the beginning
I have to do what I did before you left
Before you left
 
(I have) to stop remembering
To find a way to sleep
Anyway, nothing changes now
 
I have to become someone else
Someone else who is indifferent
I have to save my mind
My mind and me
I have to write in my heart
It is forbidden to love someone else like you
Like you
 

Me, (the one) who knows, will tell you

You do not know what it means to think that the phone is ringing
You do not know what it means to think that the bell is ringing
You do not know what it means to imagine that she remembered you again
and how she left a flower at your door
 
Me (the one) who knows, I will tell you
that the one who doesn't forget goes crazy
and I who still love you
see me, I am letting myself in madness and wherever it goes
 
You do not know what it means to leave her cigarettes in the ashtray
You do not know what it means to think that she is never gone
You do not know what it means to fill two glasses at dawn
and drink them alone in the house
 

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Flowers, under the cold wind
You want to put them to sleep
Like the rain is sleeping among the clouds
On your ray I'm trying to get down
Us...
 
And maybe, you don't do anything but hope
And maybe, spreading peace to me
And maybe, we hide somewhere
Sometime...
 
Rain, you bring me sun,
At sunrise, my heart is asking
But I can't
Everything is extinguished, in us
You...
 
And maybe, you don't do anything but hope
And maybe, spreading peace to me
And maybe, we hide somewhere
Sometime...
 

Encampment night

Encampment night with sound of things, loughter, curses,
In the bustle of crafts he got up, here he is
Like a city face the face of the slaughter field is built,
While the camp extending, condemned
To be the human blood shedder and his defender.
 
Encampment night, singing night, beaten sky night
Night of many hurried crafts, vapor night rising from the boilers,
A night that stirs the spell of friendship spirit
While building a kingdom, a night of wanderings
Standing spread over the individual and the battalions.
 
From the first night shift, among shore and hill
The sight of the war is suddenly visible,
Like gypsies manner, peg and rope tied,
Within, freedom of travels and emergencies
Within, tools and constitutions are stripped off.
 
Encampment night, singing night ...
 
Within, old slogan words, pure poetry is not to be engaged with, G-d forbid
And only popular songs, whose value and preciousness are low, could be fully carried on,
Through shrieking sharp colors of a flute.
 
He talks about love (in which he opens)
On duty, battle and toil, all in all
He doesn't say this with all the subtleties
Of poetry, but says it loud,
Without complacency or fear of regularity.
 
Encampment night, singing night ...
 
Wartime, this is its image too,
Image of sounding stray chorus,
They shall be drawn here like a thread from milk,
To the souls of a whole generation, whom in fields are sawed,
To remember, not only for badness, these bad days.
 
This too is combined in the war altogether,
Like a hit of spring time stirred in night and blackness.
All this from a mound and river banks will
Ascend in flight to be cut down again with a howl
Of a man leaping and a man shooting and a man falling,
Of a man leaping and a man shooting and a man falling ...