My feelings for you
Can't be forecast,
They can't be transmitted,
They cannot be faxed.

The signs are bad,
The signs are good,
It's all depending on your mood.

You are a fool,
Your glass is never full,
Your box of problems never empty.

I'm longing for countryside,
In my dreams,
Which is strange.
As I was born in the countryside,
Where I still live,
I should be longing for something else,
But I'm not.

There is nothing certain in this world,
There is nothing certain,
There is nothing certain,
There is nothing certain.

Huge crowds of imaginary people are looking at you.
Be quiet, look happy.

Tomorrow will be another day,
Tomorrow will be,
And you, please, stay.

Rough edges,
Mirrors without end
And empty pledges.

Tomorrow I will wake up and look at this world, totally bewildered.
I just know that.

Don't expect too much
From this sky,
The sun is only a pie,
Winter is coming.

Nothing is overrated,
Nothing is underrated,
Nothing is even properly rated.

melancholy
is the world's biggest power,
being itself powerless.

Music and colours, please, and no words.

Till the end, from the beginning,
There is barely meaning.
Probably, after the end.

I'm not sure the trees are still dancing,
When it's freezing and nobody is outside.

in the strangeness of coming winter
I intend to come back to me
and finally leave me alone.

Earth is covered in white rabbits,
running in all directions,
impossible to follow.

The sky is full of clouds,
And all my doubts
Are going up to the clouds
And are looking down at me,
Inquiringly.

My joyful madness isn't harming at all;
Even myself, I'm spared,
Because I'm crazy.

People are falling out of their dreams
Onto the empty streets,
Winter is coming.

My bed performance is overrated -
I don't sleep that long.

There will be nothing -
A lot of times,
With a lot of thoughts
And sleepless nights.

The sky is blue or dark,
The fish is shark or probably not shark,
But you still have to leave your mark.

imagine you with me,
and keep, and keep imagining.

It stands to reason,
That there must be
Last tomatoes of the season.
But I love them so much,
I can't bear seeing them go like this.

My understanding is trending,
Everyone suddenly needs
My understanding.

Night and day,
You both stay away
From my dusks and dawns.

Too many fallen leaves,
Too much strangeness in the air,
And the air is cold.

Dragons are freezing their tales off,
They soon will be off,
To scare people in warmer towns.

At some point of time,
I'll be fine, you'll be fine,
At some point of marvellous time.

Be strong,
stay strong,
go to bed strong,
sleep strong,
wake up strong,
and try to not go crazy.

Nothing can justify your silence,
Unless you really don't want to talk about it.

There are three most difficult things:
- to believe
- to decide
- to sleep.
But you succeed in one of them, the other two are self-runners.

If dinosaurs still were
In my vicinity,
I certainly would be worried,
But also less bored.

There's always something
With our souls.
I mean, we don't break legs
All that often.
But here we are,
With our constantly broken souls.

Parallel times do not meet.
Well, maybe only sometimes.

All the points of no return
Are telling me
That I'm gone.

You know, right,
That in order to go up,
You have first
To calm down?

I'm sleeping, and than not sleeping,
The room is spinning, the room is spinning,
Ok then, roomy, let's spin again.

It's difficult to sleep without you,
With you, it's rather impossible.

Step for step,
You can step away,
Or you stay.

As nightmares go,
This one is pretty much stayed over,
In order to see more of me.

How should I rephrase "I love you" for you?
Is there are still some moot points?
Is this too brutal for you?

Once upon a time
I was fine.

I never looked back,
I never looked sad,
I never looked mad,
I'm ok, I'm not bad.

Exhaustion,
Mirror,
Face,
Confirmation of the exhaustion.

He went away, heading north, and as our Earth is a globe, after a many adventures and heroic deeds he came back from south. All this time she was waiting for him looking north, and instantly died from a cardiac arrest, as he suddenly touched her, coming from behind.

There were people around and there was a lot of laughing. That's all I remember, and it stuck with me for years thereafter. It helps me now, though, somehow.

There's not enough books in this world
To hit you with all of them,
Because I can't stand you
And books are quite handy for this.

We know that the life is short, but still we imagine it like an eternity. And so any problem we have become in our mind an eternal problem. Even if it's just a pending dentist appointment.