like a long dream that was too beautifull
to believe
like a chocolate coin that melted long time ago
like a face we used to touch
wet cheeks , shipwrecked
so sad I am , I am so sad
it won´t change it can´t change
if you keep singing this song
I don´t know any other songs you know
I don´t understand this world
like an abandoned land
like a dark row of promises
instead of polite phrases
like hands that are not yours
hands of the unwanted one, strange hands cold to touch
like our questions
so sad am I, I am so sad
it can´t be changed, I can´t be changed
our first inhale our last exhale
I don´t know any other songs you know
I don´t have another song for you
like the empty chair in the room
two cups two unfinished cigarrettes
like a burden ,you don´t want and keep carrying
like the night that forces one to be quiet
like the love that doesn´t exist ...
I am so sad , so sad am I
I´m not changed, nothing has changed
I simply don´t understand this world...

wish silent night to You
silent deeply quiet night of silence
therein you are
and thoughts of You
minutes and hours of very you
there you are somewhere
there you live your life oblivious to mine
if you died it would be easier
because you live for others ,only not for me this time
you hate me for loving you
you think I claimed every single piece of you
it is true I do and I´m not ashamed
it has to be cuz you were always escaping me

I know, not for me anymore
but I envy them
how easily they deserve to be wanted...

your head aches
your heart aches
your house has just been pulled down
and the wind has killed your garden
your orchard is old and worn out

your dwells are dry
your cheeks are wet
the questions still remains
is this world your friend?

...if I lost you once or twice
I would go back to the sea to look for you
when you were kissing me on my back
I would go and search this useless stone you threw there
I would go to this beggar that you gave few coins to ,never forget you ever
I´ll be looking for you in my sleepless nights...
but this is all that I am about to do...

...you should have been more than all ever existed here...
you should have meant more and gone too far for a dream
my dream never forgiven...
where the world ends and where it begins
we should have read about
the sadness of the dawns and sunsets
as we were falling behind
may someone enter may someone come
and take this darkness and understand my love...
someone close but strange enought to bring salvation..
...a bullet would be fine as well...
it´s just ricochet in the air...

I wish I could be numb
I wish I heard my mother´s words
to take me out of all bad things in this world

the ones, we wish to come, they never will
there are others´turns to come in
we have to cope
in vain in vain
I wait for you to appear!

...if I was capable of forgetting I would forgive you all your lies
that I hate the most and I know that it´s your way how to protect your freedom
and your way of living ,the place that I should not enter , if I thought that we were not connected together ..
because the freedom is sacred
but what for ...the experience ...with anyone
it also matters
how does it feel for me like the one completely unimportant
like everything else matters more
probably it does
Im always unwanted
childish , naive
I just hate people feeding me with polite phrases and questions marks ????

you have forgotten your breath on the window pane
we were inhaling winter..
what do you see when you are sleepy
you miss something

you must come back
and you must not know
and take this breath back inside...

there where the wind blows and there to, to your paradise? ...

...the climate where you are
faded ,vanished into the past
the tears coming alive
the touch doesn´t accomplish this time

the fear appears so clear to me
the creature standing by where I like to lie

and there,in this climate,this environment
where you are as well
and lives are gone
we are left alone

do you hear me telling my stories
between the words and the pain
the sadness comes like the rain...

...I should turn into a monster to see if you are able to love me...
I think not... I am a monster already...

...when is the daylight really true
when is it sober
and even then the moment comes
when things look different
you lose the vision of me , there is not a single piece of it anymore

cuz my heart is still and boring
I haven´t carried any other to try out
I can make only silent strides

then I say there is something to pity
the dark is never real when it is drunk
and I am an old and fragile owl
worn out in moments that you´ve already known

you never cry I quess
and you never feel the love that hasn´t left
there are better faces that are fun tonight...