stromy

zlatisty vanok vasich pierok
unasa pokoj z lesa
do tajomstiev klucovych dierok
tam kde zivot klesa

zivot cloveka, nie vsak zivot
nasim ociam neviditelny
to clovek vidi vsetko sivo
ako v centre podatelny

pokial nejde o zlato
co sa blisti

waking up with revelation
that days go by,
so fast, so briskly
like turning your sight
to a flee that you chase
after a day spent lonely
even that lonesome day
wishes to be left alone

there is you
and everything around
is lonely
while the wishful thinking
overthrows your reason
just look outside
and all your loneliness
will be one big misunderstanding