czwartek, 15 marca 2012

Not just yet


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Where the streets and squares
Pseudo-classicistic
In the gates of the small tenements
You left something

The familiar clink of glass rings in your ears
Oh those ancient merry moments

But don't seek the old swoosh of thoughts
You'd better get your feet firmly fixed on the ground
To save sanity
Don't seek the old swoosh of thoughts again
For when you find it
It will knock you down
And press your head against the ground
That swoosh

You left your youth here
Amongst these lakes and forests
What an awful awful loss
Your wasted time

You left your youth here
On these shelves with books and tapes
Don't rewind the tape anymore
You'd better
Fast forward
With us

The familiar clink of glass will ring in your ears again
In these new merry moments

Just don't seek the old swoosh of thoughts
You'd better get your feet firmly fixed on the ground
To save sanity
Don't seek the old swoosh of thoughts again
For when you find it
It will knock you down
And press your head against the ground
That swoosh

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Not just yet
The sun has not set
There's still day
There's still time

Many's the tree leaf are still green
Healthy's the root and trunk

Each year is like a crammed suitcase
Seasons bottomless compartments
How with this luggage through the crowd on the platform
To reach the carriage
Before it's full

Only the strongest will get in
I'm weak at the knees
And out of breath

Not just yet
The sun has not set
There's still day
There's still time

Many's the tree leaf are still green
Healthy's the root and trunk

Those with free hands are already on the train
After having jostled their way through easily
They'd got rid of any superfluous memories
Bags of unnecessary dreams
And sensitivities dangerous

So perhaps it's time I repeated the same pattern
Emptied my head and banged it against the wall

Not just yet
The sun has not set
There's still day
There's still time

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