Started a last secret in my mind
Started a world outside
Started to dreaming that you always sleeping
Only awake with me
Your fingers tells stories with your eyes
You meet them on the great way
With the last guard of time
I still ask what you want from me
A parapet over my room
A new parapet over my eyes and my life
It feels like an action
Like something is running away
Singing we all singing goodnight
We all wait to break your wings
I used to be beside your bar
I used to sit under your bridge
But then it was something another
Tragic nights with its servants
With a creep at tight sight
Coming closer, closer wherever we are
Coming closer, closer wherever we are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written. Paints a bleak picture.