I'm running away
far away
from a dream into someone's better day.
Me and my strength are at the bottom of attempts,
You and your faith are on the edge of infidelity,
a friend of happiness in the moment of sadness
a teardrop of love in the sea of forlornness
and a moment of salvation in the year of defeat.
Be still, my friend,
light as a feather and happily poor,
be pleased with a single trip,
going into happy dreams
which are hiding behind you.
I grabbed Christ at his bloody arm
took with me His earthly passion
wept with Him in a cold grave
kissed His face
and felt compassion for those
who at one time did not understand.
City without Christ
without the olive of love
without a word of salvation and prayer for future.
Gloomy skies here rule,
dark mornings of fear of existence,
night of the miserable who sold their souls to Satan.
A tiny woman of love
now hides and fears
these cruel wealthy beasts
filling their bodies with waste
until the last of lies, death, infinity.
Deserted is the country where I now live,
soulless bodies cry beside me
but not tears
no, purple drops from fiery eyes,
cry oily tears of falsehood and evil.
I can’t stand the night,
the night of all souls of the deceased.
Shadows of monsters guarding eternity,
this pale insecure reality
all these days which do not resemble the days.
My faith is no longer the faith of all,
I alone now possess this nature
and I leave for good,
to be forgotten.
And let them sometimes remember
occasional lines
of this lyrical song of mourning.
City without Christ
without the olive of love
without a word of salvation and prayer for future.
Gloomy skies here rules,
dark mornings of fear of existence,
night of the miserable who sold their souls to Satan.
I'm waiting for the day of my new birth.
I want to be ready.
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