And you not see, I see but leave
She left without to blink
But I’m haunted now;
Last memories brings back
I see something between the silence and sound
I see a world, a world between evening and dusk
I going with these forces down now
I let their rhythm flow away
Throw this universe, it is too tight
I can’t hear more these steps and wondering
There’s nothing more in this world
Then trash, iron and saints
The black star comes back…
Soul still can flow higher
The black star comes back…
Soul still can flow higher
And I can go there, home to you
But I won’t and can’t tell my name then, no
And I can go there, home to you
But I won’t another thing at all
So what is it worth?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem