The streetlights are flashing
rhythmically in the winter evening
when fluffy snow pours
through the streets of our city.

The green grass disappears
as the landscape dynamically turns white.
For adults, this is another cold evening
and for the children is a time for rejoicing.

The fireplace warms our bodies
like the sun in the summer,
while the love of family and friends
brings delight to us all.

I do not live: I burn. In acrimony raging
Two souls are dueling within my breast:
The soul of a devil, the soul of an angel.
Their breathing is flame and it gives me no rest.

Not one flame bursts but two - whatever I am touching,
And in each stone two heartbeats I hear clash…
Wherever I go there is an odious doubling
Of two warring faces, which vanish in ash.

And everywhere the wind that follows me is spreading
The ashes: all my footprints are effaced.
For I am not living - I burn! - and am shedding
A trail of grey ashes across a dim waste.

Keep your catty heart
in the cold chest of yours.
Wipe out the tears made of iron.
With an ivory on the wall
carve my name - if you can,
inbuilt it, if you can, with a piece
of an fading memory.
Throw it away, if you can,
in the traces of the ocean waves.
Ghost of an caged memory in an amber.
The time can not touch it.
The ocean can not wash it away.
He is left to sleep in an sandglass long time ago.

A catty heart -
cold hands on the wall.
Eyes - gazing in the wistful silence
Thoughts - drown in the ocean
Knees - on the floor they're leaning
Heart - left to burn in the fire,
In the blue flames
Tears of molten iron
With an ivory my name on the wall has been carved,
to remind has been left
In the traces of the ocean waves his mind is wandering
in an sandglass

ох как искам да си тук сега
и да пеем глупави песни с цяло гърло
в 3 сутринта
без да ни пука кого ще събудим
искам да си тук сега
и да сме по пижами в 1 на обяд
да закусваме с пуканки
как искам да си тук сега
и да се бием с възглавници
да те прегръщам
и да не те пускам
да пеем и
да крия лицето си в одеялото ти
докато гледаме страшни филми
да седим до късно
и очите ни да се затварят
ох как искам да си тук сега
да те докосна
да сплета косата ти
и да те утешавам когато
изтървеш пента кил отново
по най-глупавия възможен начин
искам да пия горещо какао
в пет сутринта на терасата
докато ти седиш до мен
и искам просто да си тук
дори и да мълчим
искам да усещам присъствието ти тук

Живот не е
ако си болен
но си здрав