Melodie de suflet

What is it that stands in front of me, I cannot speak anymore

Tell me what you like, I don’t understand, where would you like to go

You want to go to sleep.

How much hair you have, one cannot count

Move the bottle away and let me see

Whether one can trust so much hair.I know a place in my heart

Where wind always blows

For your few years and for my hundred ones

There’s nothing to understand, it is enough just to sit down and listen.

Because I have written a song for every regret

And I have to watch out, lest I fall into wine

Or I end up into your eyes, if you come closer

Night has its own scent and you may fall into it

‘Cause no one is watching you

But for one like me, poor devil, who just wanted to take your hand

And fall on a bed…

What a pity… What a nostalgic feeling…

Not to look into your eyes and to tell you another lie

Had I never met you

I, who am here dying, while you eat an ice cream

You run after the wind and look like a butterfly

And how sensitively you halt and look at my shoulder

If you are afraid of flying far away, you can fly on my hand

But I already know what you think, you would like to leave

As if going far away were the same thing as dying

And there is nothing strange but I cannot come

So like a butterfly you stood up to fly away

But remember, on that wall I could have pinned you

If only I hadn’t gone outside to try and fly too

And the night began to freeze my skin

A motherly night trying to count her own stars

And I was a little thing under there and said „There you go, I’m lost”.

The night is dying

And it is dumb to try and stop the tears by laughing

But for one like me, I said it already,

Who wanted to take your hand and fly over a roof.

Far away, a train stops

What a wonderful morning, the sky is fair

Goodnight, my soul

I’m switching off the light, and so it be.