song

if i wake from this dream
i will hang my soul to dry on the nearest growing tree
on the earth my naked feet
i'll step inside the room and ask my past if it was ever real

and when i die you shall not cry
because death is just like oceans kissing the morning sky
and you're there and we're here
i scream in the silence of the night so maybe you could here

and you're there and we're here
you screamed a thousand years ago so that we could be free
and this stone is like my brain
there's a secret line written on it by the fingers of your hand

and when i go i won't turn back
i'll fly like ashes in the wind or cinders in the beams of light

bye

It is not what it is
Nothing more than that
A solitary star
Burning like a candle
Behind an old ladies' window
Asked me
How is the city
Filled with laughter drums and masks
I answered her
You'd better continue
Trembling on the surface of the river
Because you cannot find
Nothing more than that
And it is so beautiful
She says
It is what is not
So I went and bought myself a beer
In order to transgress
The feeling of loneliness and loss
Because a man is only this and
Nothing more than that
And it is so beautiful
She says
It is what it is
So he starts to create
Gods and centuries
So he tries to achieve
The oceanic state
The petals of a dead rose
Nothing more than that
And it is so beautiful
She says
To be shining so alone on
The depth of the skies

petals

Rzęsa to gąsienica
Przekształciła się w motyla
W jedno ulotne
Spojrzenie które
Wyfrunęło
O poranku
I osiadło
Na nieznanych
Górskich kwiatach
Chcę dotknąć to ustami
I ucałować jak prawdę

.........
This eyelash is a caterpillar
That transformed into a butterfly
Into a single
Transitory look
That flew away
At the break of dawn
And it settled down
On unknown
Mountain flowers
I want to touch it with my lips
And kiss it like truth


......


Your hair run
Like a herd of Wild horses
And cascades of leaves
On the plains of my Memory
There grows a tree
There sprouts your heartbeat
And my fingers touch
The Old man's dream




......


That night
When I went to sleep
Under her warmth
I was then multiplied
In the realm of imagination
I became colorful skies
And she a revolving sun
I became an insect
Laying his eggs under the willow
And my children were born
And fall on the earth
Like ripe lemons
That remind me me of that
Shining instants