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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
 

Poate

Versions: #1
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 ...
 

Protagonists

Protagonists
Everyone in their own world
And at the same time
Extras in the worlds of others
Everyone crossing over
Thousands of lives,
of centres of gravity
Millions of faces,
infinite plans for the future.
 

Shore in the Greenest Color

Straw field and a river at the end,
the sun's shining there.
That's what I dream about.
 
Backpack and a bike.
Breath of hay.
Breath of hay.
Backpack and a bike.
I'm going again to that...
 
Shore in the greenest color,
where it was May every day.
We abandoned laughter there.
Joyfulness sank down there.
 
Where awaits me again...
A bike.
A distant shore...
And hay.
 
I had lost my way, but
I found a threshold.
And again, in front of me I have
a home.
 
Wooden veranda.
Aired room.
You smile at me,
while I make tea.
 
A bed unmade.
Breath of hay.
Breath of hay.
A bed unmade...
I'm going again to that...
 
(Somewhere
miracles
happen,
don't they?)
 
I know a better place.
Tell me, where is it?
I know
a better place!
Tell me, tell me
where is it?
 
Shore in the greenest color,
where it was May every day.
We abandoned laughter there.
Joyfulness sank down there.
 
Where awaits me again...
A bike.
A distant shore...
And hay.
 
I had lost my way,
but I found a threshold.
And again, in front of me I have
a home.
 

I Am Who Was There

If you suddenly hear a ringing note
In the clamor of all the voices of existence,
And a longing fills you simply because, for some reason...
I am who was there,
I am who was there,
I am...
 
And when at your house, tired of having fun,
Your friends wander away after midnight,
And a rain beats on your loneliness,
I am who was there,
I am who was there,
I am...
 
And when you are faring through bad weather and winds,
And your road is foggy,
And you see a fire - in that bright shimmering, too,
I am who was there,
I am who was there,
I am...
 

Does God Sleep

Versions: #1
Why
Why do you wait
to be urged
and forced by fate
You know why
You feel like you're floating
You're wasting
your life
And your heart
whispers,
Is God sleeping?
Does He sleep?
 
Why do you give up
so easily
A little difficulty
some minor challenge
Why be that way
Where is your courage
You cower
you lose hope
And you suppose
He is still sleeping
Is God sleeping?
Does He sleep?
 
Strive, force yourself
to take heart
You alone
shape your future
May you not think
that God is still sleeping
Your life
is precious
to Him
 
Is it right
for you to wait
to be urged
and forced by fate?
Do
the right thing
Work hard and trust
in the Almighty
God is ready
to support you
He's waiting on you,
Friend
 
Strive, force yourself
to take heart
You alone
shape your future
May you not think
that God is still sleeping
Your life
is precious
to Him