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Lovely
Cool and unfeeling is the look of my eyes,
In which slowly dies longing to live.
My soul straies into the labyrinth of the hopeless emptiness
And burns her glow of extinguish love.
And I want tell you only, that source of my pain
Are exactly you, which I so love...
Affliction
Why I stared fixedly in your eyes only,
Why I caressed your soft and tender palm of hand?
Mockery, this damned laughter thwarted my fate.
Ah, this damned edge spilt the passion in me,
But, but killed your love, your love!
Ah, how I regret my own deed and beg for forgiveness.
Eros!
My tears flow down rough and dark bark of a tree,
Which once was beauty and soft body yours.
Among fingers the twigs I entwine and dream,
I caress their leaves and touch of you seek in them.
I fall down in depths,
In depths, from which isn't return.
In madness I seek the oblivion,
I don't want suffer anymore!
Throttled sorrow is now my gloomy friend,
Friend torturing my parchedly longing soul.
As shadow now I stray over meadow full of asfodels,
Flowers, which seal up my fatal hopeless.
Where ends the affliction,
I ask and look at heavens.
Already I recollect only
And the wreath start to wind. |
The Torment In Blind Eyes
Perhaps the wind itself from old myth sweped the dust away,
In a sleep of a beauty frigg caused the fear.
Ah worried, worried is Balde's mother,
So worried, that even the death takes a pity on him.
I saw the meadow full of faces,
Faces full of child's smile.
Their eyes lived for the joy
And the death was only dream.
But the grief dimmed my eyes by blood
And the time blew the horrifying day.
And I for this beauty,
Now in recollections mourn only.
Bitter thorn is the joy of other.
Innocence of blind eyes of brother
Starkles in cruel trap of envy,
Which like treacherous rose
Lacerates the white palm,
So as under the veil of sweet smell
Sees the fright of pain
In his eyes.
And the death like swan's neck
Flew toward the end of his life.
Vindictive, but full of tears
Is malice of mother,
Which by death of dearest
Is drowning in agony of grief.
Crowning by bottomless nostalgia,
Helplessly seeks in the eyes of death
The forgiveness, but it was fated her
To be destitute further.
When the envy wakes up the pain
And the innocence is betrothed with baseness,
Then by sorrow mourns even the death
And the life parts with the joy.
I saw the meadow full of faces,
Faces full of child's smile.
Their eyes lived for the joy
And the death was only dream.
But the grief dimmed my eyes by blood
And the time blew the horrifying day.
And I for this beauty,
Now in recollections mourn only. |
Damocles Gladius
Tomorrow is chamber of sadness griefing for today,
When the prophets break so unfeelingly the ray of my luck.
And I my hand rear to you kissed by pain,
To forever take down from mute mouth the bitter fruit of my wailing.
I interweaved by aure of despair,
I judge that the joy is only punishment for me,
Only load of other disappointment,
Which I can't already bear anymore.
Also sorrow me dresses, dresses me in his tearful clothing.
On this distressful way, on which is obvious to pity.
I, on crossway of joy and sadness, my mind search,
If the pleasure sheer fief is and the kingdom is the sorrow?!
I interweaved by aure of despair,
I judge, that the joy is only punishment for me,
Only load of other disappointment,
Which I can't already bear anymore.
I pressed, in dreams pressed on my heart the gentlest flower.
And I craved, how vainly craved, when in my soul the grief started to push.
Oversad, oversad the song pitiless fate didn't stop to sing to me.
Although the love in my heart abundantly blooms, here isn't why,
Ah, here isn't why to enjoy! |
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Unflading Sorrow
No voice, no singing,
I call at the distance.
Only like sad whaleos songs resound from dark fog
Mournful the soul lacerating lamentations.
Only the silent wind, this one my tears dries up.
Only deep silence is music of my heart,
Which entwines by roots and thorns of grief
Dies hopelessly, slowly and acerbly.
In clutches of anxiety flourishes in my soul the grief.
The rain of suffering fills up my eyes by paleness.
And I deaden by merciful cruelty,
I'm condemned the joy to reprobate.
My soul and heart now dance in convulsive
Inebriation from feelings and moods of this dream.
My life is only the shade of sorrow.
Is only the pang, the garden of woe and sadness,
When the love like shadows in light disappeares,
In the light of endless darkness and gloomy nightly visions.
No voice, no singing...
Prayer For Love
As the cold penetrated in my body
And I heard the child's crying,
Then the strange woman I saw
And in her arms my soul infatuated the sorrow.
Ah no, I departed, departed and lost my love.
In a dream I saw her my dead body to embrace.
I mourned for her, yes, mourned and hoped
That in my new being I would find her perhaps. |
Luck Of Tears
Hear my song, which my breast opens me,
To my hands can lay my heart into your palms of hand.
My love, my love is mournful ship
Sinked in the sea, in the sea of my tears.
Ah my tears!
As rainbow overarch across you her smile
Full of sunsolight and smell of sage.
Exactly you were stick also in my dream.
Now I awake and my eyes full of uncertainty look up...
... to turquoise sky.
Grief, grief this is everywhere, everywhere where you donot bloom.
Addressed by my sadness, I pass all, what when were.
My thought flies toward on black wings of tomorrows,
Toward tragical end of my martyr part.
By mournful handwriting of sadness
Stay forever engrave my tears
In my recollections
On the wall of my wailing.
My soul is full of lamentations,
But sweet is my suffering.
My heart is until to border full of joy,
But my luck is of tears.
Thorny, thorny is my way to your heart
And my suffering soul is full of gashes.
About more this, sadden my eyes, when see how your love
Dies before than she was born.
By mournful handwriting of sadness
Stay forever engrave my tears
In my recollections
On the wall of my wailing.
My soul is full of lamentations,
But sweet is my suffering.
My heart is until to border full of joy,
But my luck is of tears.
Exactly you were stick also in my dream.
Now I awake and my eyes full of uncertainty look up...
... to turquoise sky. |
Echoes Of My Sadness
Look of my eyes, full of sadness
Spread diffusely on affable curves
Of your innocent body.
My sorrow is waterfall dash tompieces
About crystal surface of finded luck,
Later dresses in blossom of Narcissus.
I stray to gather fragments of your voice.
Echo!
In mourning hopeless I heart
In my inside terrible lamentation.
My bankless longing, like snow flake
Dissolve my hope.
I cry and your mouth stay mute.
In your palms of hand I give you my heart - my heart
Unfathomable fate knows, if to you belongs - belongs
Where my lamentations wafts wind only - only
There my soul dreams about you - to you
My lost luck dresses in blossom of Narcissus.
I stay to gather fragments of your voice.
Echo! |