In joaca,
in tacere,
stii ca ai gust de miere,
si totul
pare
mult mai aproape de soare.
In joaca,
departe,
stii ce e zi, ce e noapte,
si totusi,
imi pare
ca zilele sunt doar cate sapte.
In joaca,
cuvinte,
doar stii ca n-am minte!
si parca,
doar parca,
ce-mi spui azi ma minte.
In joaca,
si timpul
stie ca trece amar.
In joaca,
timpul
e cel mai salbatic dar.
All of my horrors,
All of my stories
Are left with sadness,
Are left with glories,
And everything else
That stands in between
Has never seen
The horrors I’ve seen.
And all of the sadness,
And all of the glories,
Have touched all I had
With one single story
Of hate and disgust,
Of silenced regret,
Of everything else
I still haven’t met.
„No” is just a word
That started echoing in my mind,
But there are no ears that hear it,
And now I’m deaf and blind.
I do want not to see,
And do want not to hear
Silences thrusting in my head,
Visions of past that left me dead,
All of the sounds that I am trying to forgive,
All of the things I did not dare to dream.
„No” is a word,
A distant memory,
Left everything that was inside
Just right outside of me.
Si stii ca mi-e greu sa plec,
Iar vorbele tale au gust de petale,
Si stii ca e usor sa-mi spui sa fug,
Si fug, si fug, si nu te-ajung.
Esti greu, departe si suspin,
N-am aer si iertare si scăpare.
Linişte e-n tot, nu sunt cuvinte,
Dragostea ta are aroma de morminte.
Orele trec încet, si timpul tot aleargă,
Îmbătrânesc tot asteptand, tot suspinând.
Fără putere lasi totul in mine,
Oras cu gust amar de suflet si ruine.
Inspiratie:
Skinny eyes with skinny ties,
All of this is made of lies.
Hungry words for hungry dogs,
Inside me everything clogs.
Fatty shivers, fatty livers,
All this meat on me delivers.
Extra pounds of extra sounds
Make this world go out of rounds.
All my stories are forgotten,
Lime with water, inside rotten,
And the scale is not my friend.
I will die. This is the end.
We are kings and we’re forgotten,
From the stars we hit rock bottom,
We lost horses, arms in battles,
Everyday we chocked on apples.
See, the time is not that free,
Father, son, and me – we’re three
Of jointed and forsaken mystery,
Of endless, starchy misery.
Toxic sounds that fill my ears,
Toxic sounds through all these years,
All the words that left your mouth
Left me broken, filled with doubt.
Toxic eyes that never dream,
Toxic eyes of hate supreme,
All the looks and colors full,
You are just a rock – so dull.
Toxic fingers, filled with poison,
Toxic fingers, so unchosen,
All you left behind was burnt,
All I have on me is hurt.