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Good Luckers

Coming home in this sweat-drenched body,
and with the excuses coiled around my fatigue too.
I wonder just how many days have passed
that I've covered up.
As soon as I stumble, I just get the last word in and go.
 
My style of speech that I can't get rid of
appears in my dreams over and over.
They end without conclusion, so
surely anything and everything is incomplete.
It's my fickle thought
that overlooking the town, it seems so small and easy to take for granted.
And yet, what do I get from keeping my distance?
There's no point to taking that detour.
 
All these wasteful things are the default.
Nonsense raging so unpleasantly.
I remembered I had let one of the same go before.
I, with bitter memories.
 
If, inside my cooled head,
I became honest with myself anew,
I wouldn't do something as stupid as this.
It's only that I wouldn't be satisfied just looking up at the sky anymore either.
I put my back to the railing and look down.
It's only in my imagination that if I stay on the Earth's surface
it would be with a rope tangled around my neck.
 
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
Nearly untouched for some decades.
I was able to laugh, I was able to cry.
My nostalgic do, re, mi.
 
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
Nearly untouched for some decades.
I rolled on the floor laughing, and cried too, during
my embarassing do, re, mi.
 
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
Nearly untouched for some decades.
Even the times I've laughed have truly diminished.
The timbre has drifted away from me.
 
My first love, so obvious though I had wanted to keep it secret.
My youth, that I want to return to, frustrating as it was.
My rebellious phase, when I was apparently annoying even when scared.
They still weren't that long ago.
But from here on out there won't be any of that.
Just as I'm finally satisfied,
the next day's sun rises again.
 
I'm fed up with my part-time, I only ever hate it.
I may be irresponsible, but I have relationships of merit here.
After dark, when it's time to sleep,
I hear a sweet voice from the room over.
 
The contrast between indifference and audacity,
my weak point, embarrassment, and recklessness.
Unreliable, people-shy creatures
are just exactly that.
Hugging my knees in a dark room
just looking at the wall.
The person I fell in love with so long ago
was someone who needed medicine to live.
 
It's like I could grab that cloud.
It's like dusk is changing into the cosmos.
 
I took a fragment of effort with some water
and my days passed still with no effect.
I can't keep living in a world
where you brag about how many friends you have.
 
This senseless, pure, phony water.
When it dries out, where does it come welling up?
Can you buy the word 'Friend?'
Like from winning it through a raffle?
 
If you strike and smash attraction,
you get these beautiful droplets, so look.
Even if I don't say 'Look, please,' somehow
it was always a given that you would.
You would, right?
 
Doing unversed things because they're new.
I can't remember what
my specialties were.
I think about it again because I can't have any fun doing them.
Was my specialty thinking itself?
That isn't it at all, is it?
 
Behind the wanderlust,
I was struck with an idea.
My hands moved first
and then my feet pointed forward.
 
Just don't be telling lies.
Don't go for an eye for an eye.
Just a little foul play resounds behind me.
Don't do anything shameful.
 
I entrust it all to my sentiments of that time.
Don't destroy things by finding faults everywhere
because there's so many things I don't want to forget.
I'll be stretched thin, but I'm doing this.
 
Good luck, to me, right now.
Good luck, even now, we're together.
One memory rings,
a mysterious chord's timbre.
 
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
Nearly untouched for some decades.
Even without being able to laugh or cry,
if I had remained there...
 
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
If I had played it with even just a little bit of strength,
it wouldn't matter if I cried like I was laughing.
Ring together with my voice.
 


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25.11.2024

Chrysanthemum





(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
 

(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
 

(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
 


25.11.2024

Mr. Gershwin





In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 


25.11.2024

In Vain





Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
 

I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
 

You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
 


25.11.2024

Going even further (Reprise)





Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further