На юли слънцето прогаря тайни знаци
по кожата ми, плачеща за вятър.
Копнея да се върна у дома си.
Не знам къде е. Не е на Земята.
Навярно е далече. Не си спомням.
Един човек поиска да остана.
И после си отиде. Аз не мога.
Изгубих усет за звезди и разстояния.
Сега съм като хората - зависима
от времето, от другите... от всичко.
Но най-боли от простичката истина,
че тук отдавна никой не обича.
Absolutely out of place
ОтговорИзтриванеThe summer sun… is burning secret drawings
On my skin that is crying for wind (since its birth)
But Home is the place for which I am longing
I don’t know where it is, it is NOT on the Earth
It’s probably far. I just cannot remember
There was a man who asked me to stay
He went away but I can’t (all I’ve lent him)
I lost my feeling – for the stars and the way
*Now I am dependent - like everyone else
Dependent on time, on the people and stuff
But it hurts me the most, (and it is no pretense)
That no one today can dare to love …
Absolutely out of place
ОтговорИзтриванеThe summer sun… is burning secret drawings
On my skin that is crying for wind (since its birth)
But Home is the place for which I am longing
I don’t know where it is, it is NOT on the Earth
It’s probably far. I just cannot remember
There was a man who asked me to stay
He went away but I can’t (all I’ve lent him)
I lost my feeling – for the stars and the way
*Now I am dependent - like everyone else
Dependent on time, on the people and stuff
But it hurts me the most, (and it is no pretense)
That no one today can dare to love …