-for Easter, on a body appearing in the melting snow
You can see now...
you can breathe, freely:
nothing can touch you now.
Cry, suffer, die ...for a brother
- by brothers you may live.
Every person has his breaking point,
I turned to drugs to ease the pain.
Do look down on me, a mirror,
having you reborn, a man again.
Innocent like a still-born child,
faithful like a sleeping foetus,
ready like a falling seed.
Today it's me,
tomorrow... you.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
-for Easter, on a body appearing in the melting snow
You can see now...
you can breathe, freely:
nothing can touch you now.
Cry, suffer, die ...for a brother
- by brothers you may live.
Every person has his breaking point,
I turned to drugs to ease the pain.
Do look down on me, a mirror,
having you reborn, a man again.
Innocent like a still-born child,
faithful like a sleeping foetus,
ready like a falling seed.
Today it's me,
tomorrow... you.
Let them sleep roughly now.
Stanza#1 quotes a woman who lives on the streets, lamenting her halfbrother who died of hypothermia while drinking alcohol in the freezing cold.
Stanza#2 is from a Canadian war cemetry in Europe (pro amicis mortui amicis vivimus - paraphrased)
Stanza#3 depicts death inside of us, while we live in good health.
Stanza#4 I would really like on my grave (wishful thinking of course).
Stanza#5 quotes the good old Roman hodie mihi, cras tibi.
