When I told you that nothing was happening,

I just lied to you,

It happens, it happens every day,

The bridges, the bridges…

Because I obeyed to the love,

I walk, for somebody I am ashamed,

For some-a mirror- when you look at me

You become a stone,

You turn numb,

When I told you that nothing was happening,

I simply forgot. Since that day

All the riders, or pedestrians

Carries as a shield

My name

(the name of ashamed)

If the stone is throuwn to me,

They return the answer with the stones…

 

When I told you that nothing was happening, I just simply lied to you,

Nothing is happening any more, I breath, I exist,

The heart- is a choking tumour in my chest, near the breast,

I cut the tunes, the malignant qualities of the music, metastasis,

Which bring the voices of the lost days,

The heart is a bush of celandine(plant),

It dries out.

Oh dear, if it is only worth it- the head hangs on the neck

With a hair at night- and in the morning the healed wound hurts,

And then from the beginning again…