Feeding squirrels and drinking coffee |
At the Meditation Park |
No one knows this place, that seems to me. |
Thousands of three-coloured leaves |
Form a ground just made of trees |
How long can they look this way for? |
Now I'm picking references, |
Without thinking anyway |
To know the altitude more or less. |
Well I see the Seymour Mountain |
On the other side of the creek |
Just in front of me snowy already. |
Rotten ships remain anchored |
There must be 25 or more |
Where do they come from? What do they bring? |
Aaaah.. Only the air seems real |
Aaaah... Not even me, and then |
Aaaah... some remote voices I hear |
Aaaah... Only the air |
Now a sunbeam falls on me |
Warm enough to feel its heat |
I guess that now I must go to work |
Aaaah... where do these voices come from |
Aaaah... what do they say? |
Aaaah... only the air |
Aaaah... not even me, not me... |
Feel like a snowflake |
So light that I could leave the wind |
To lead my future |
To gauge how long my fall will be |
White gauzy backgrounds |
Without this damned line that separates |
2 worlds, 2 shines |
2 times, 1 day |
Setting fires, sweet sensation |
When no one can share my mind at all |
To Russia in white |
Conic dreams colliding with outer fields |
Becoming time. |
Very old thoughts roam still airtight |
Waiting for a beam of light |
Sounds in code grace new harsh unknow colours |
While black storms spend their time emitting |
Frequencies, testing our perceptions, |
But again, we're not able to understand... |
Not even a line. |
Every person has got the right to throw the pain away |
But sometimes I wonder why we have such a plain brain |
Must we turn back? Must we light a candle for the earth? |
Must we kill? So,must we die to know the way we were? |
Destination will be given to us |
Passing away will make you free |
Now sit back, and just relax |
Don't remember anything to do |
When the space came into light |
I was sorry for that baby child |
But I had no choice last night |
Every person... |
Budejovicka, metro station, February |
Chill wind, grey snow |
Old ladies dragging their strained feet |
Facing the endless avenue. |
Then, I identify her orange jacket |
And her long blond hair. |
I dreamt (that) I was driving away on a blue glass highway |
I knew that this day was the day |
And that's why I feel the way I feel |
I'm still running, blue glass all over the place |
My life seems nothing |
You've got to push me today, push me baby |
The brake's squeaks resound for a while increasing the violence |
Of knowing it all comes to an end |
And that's why I scream the way I scream |
I feel like laughing, blue glass all over my face |
My life was nothing |
You've got to join me today, join me baby |
Red trams |
Squeaking so much at the stops |
Sparkling their electric horns |
They have got those chill inner lights |
As well as those immobile figures |
Crestfallen bodies walking fast |
In silence, giving out vapour |
Avoiding stepping on the snow |
I don't, I like its "crack" |
Hating the whole life we've got to pass through |
I tried so hard spending time with someone who could |
Hear my voice beyond my voice but that's not real |
Bacause they always smile too much |
They smile too much to be sincere |
That's what it seems to me |
Unless I lock my door |
Facing the other world |
Sharing flight with those kind birds |
Waving over green |
That's my mission here |
Have to wait for planes |
They could raid today |
Sing, sing, I've got to sing |
Run, Run, I've got to run |
A wary crowd looking after the sky |
Don't leave me alone, if I can't watch the colours |
Those sunny nights |
Set the mood on the sky |
Don't leave me alone if I can't watch the colours |
She pricked her eyes and my blood ran cold |
And then turned into gold |
She bobbed her head up and down |
And up and down again |
I never expected to see you now |
Although you're always there |
Just like an angel of night, you stand |
The mountains echoed back my shout |
And words were scattered all over the ground |
I'm in two minds on every account |
But I'm happy to see you up about |
It was a hunch, I know... |
Please don't ask me why I'll think of you |
As long as I live |
But I'll never understand... |
The sea is warm today |
Just like an angel of death |
You come |