horoscopes told me
that my love today is of highly kind
but I tell you what
I saw the hope in the eyes of a blind
walk in the streets
and see the smiles clustered together
I bet my luck in the zines
didn't get it so much that better
now, read to me
what did they tell you
about the pretty lass
or about dream chasing you
now, read to my ears
what laughs they made to you
superstition gives the light
or makes a smile into the view
but believe me when I say
I saw the hope in the eyes of the blind
people might cry
for a falling leaf of winter
some might laugh
for the shining sun of summer
how about him
who never saw the seasons
but with some feelings
just figured out those reasons
now, read to me
what did they tell you
about the pretty lass
or about that dream chasing you
now, read to my ears
what laughs they made to you
superstition gives the light
or makes a smile into the view
but believe me when I say
I saw the hope in the eyes of the blind
you can damn your luck
for a sick morning or whatever
and there might be days
you can wish for one clover
but remember, just remember
there is someone who never listened
and 'voice' he has not
in his dictionary got not to be listed
now, read to me
what did they tell you
about the pretty lass
or about that dream chasing you
now, read to my ears
what laughs they made to you
superstition gives the light
or makes a smile into the view
but believe me when I say
I saw the hope in the eyes of the blind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem