It’s only the loneliness
when the dark of night returns in frosty chill
how do you know the burden of memory
the memory of time lost -
heavy in my heart
time is the sharpest knife
cut through all sweetest dreams
Oh! Memory – Oh! Memory
memory is a brutal devil
exiles me to the deepest dark of loneliness
in the frostily chill night
when the fog spreads over the lake
and the trees drop their golden tear
silently
when the moon dies behind the cloud
when the hill is covered with emptiness
all that left is the loneliness of nights
(and me)
BALLAD OF
THE 1975 BLACK SPRING
near the end of that spring the violent storm suddenly rush down
we were taken apart
as the gulag walls rose up around our country
and everyone tattered liked a small boat gobbled up by the enrage storm
the sky was falling
the ground cracked open
and came the hell slugs
brought more cruelty in ruthlessly destroyed your spring time
while I could do nothing
why peace brought more cruelty in than war?
there was nothing I could do
the ocean had stormed up
from the jungle savage animals rushed down
slaughtering, robbing, destroying, burning…
life that were beautiful liked flowers no more
tattered under the savage feet
near the end of that spring dark night suddenly covered our world
and the whole country became a giant prison
I was separated from you as I was separated from our past
I was separated from you
as though a huge ocean was between us
as though the river of time had flown me far away from you
where is the beautiful past
in our garden with those warm summers warm and those sweet spring now?
I was separated from you when our country became the gulag
when peace brought more cruelty in than war
near the end of that spring the furious storm suddenly rush down
I became a lost man
wounded
body and soul
with nothing left
when life became the distant past
no way home – no way home
no way home
you are now live in total darkness
I am now mad as though my eyes will explore
near the end of that spring the violent storm suddenly rush down
your life was robbed
your soul was murdered
where is now our beautiful life past?
when the savage animals burnt down your garden
when peace brought more cruelty in than war
I could not say anymore
our wounds never heal
ever…
there was nothing left as our blood continued to flow out
near the end of that spring the furious storm suddenly rush down
I only have my nothing left
you only have yours
like our country was slaughter
one day late that spring
when the violent storm suddenly rush down
and peace was crueler than war
(but no one outside the gulag know that)
NEW ORLEAN
don’t you remember
the music filling Bourbon street
and some one dance
the sky is so deep
the moon’s hanging loose
and the night is so sweet
I didn’t know of life endless crossroads
that the train stops at many stations
for we share but a short journey
the crowd disappears
the world fades away
when I look into your eyes
and the night’s so sweet.
GOOD BYE
Hold you one more time
I die
piece
by
piece
when you say good bye
Oh! How beautiful
The golden river of moon light
Flows softly on your shoulders
And I so want to cry
Turn around
turn around
and go
All that remains is your scent in the stillness of night
Standing here I turn to stone
And forever treasure your sweet smile
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