A rain of knives hangs over us.
Downpours of needles, threatening glances from the clouds in our past, upon our taut skin.
We didn't come out, we hid under the eaves of the loves within us,
And we wiped away our wet dreams one by one from our faces.
Forbidden tones trembled within us again,
we awoke from that great sleep from which we had never, ever awakened before...
My song sung to the water,
The evening from the setting sun in my gaze...
A rain of knives hangs over us.
Downpours of needles, threatening glances from the clouds in our past, upon our taut skin. Prayers falling like raindrops on graves,
And my dusty tears collected from my five-liter eyes that wash the faces of the deceased...
And the clouds of God pouring down on us,
The meadows where I ran barefoot in my childhood...
My hidden wedding, My secret intimacy,
My lines waiting again for your half-faded eyes in buried letters...
Rain of knives above us.
Showers of needles, threatening glances from the clouds in our past, on our stretched skin. And there are funeral prayers from the minarets every day, every day, my love...
And that child tree from our childhood, now grown so big, my love,
Who knows what we have turned into, on our distant branches, my love,
Ah ah,
And when will autumn come and steal our withered, faded hearts with its cold, wind-like hands...?
Rain of knives above us.
Showers of needles, threatening glances from the clouds in our past, on our stretched skin. Candles burn and smoke in my room, dripping into my darkness with fairytale dances,
The lights of sirens from the road fall one by one on my wall, screaming...
Ah ah my love,
I don't know who is dying or struggling now, clinging to the rope of the bridge of Siren with one hand...
A rain of knives above us.
Downpours of needles, threatening glances from the clouds in our past, on our stretched skin.
Let wars burn and surround us, I'm not afraid... Because I know I will win all my battles until my last battle that I will lose.
I'm thinking of you.
My powdered morphine, my wounded-legged, bleeding heart.
Now I don't feel any pain, any ache anymore... My eyes are slowly closing,
I can't bear it, I'm sorry,
I can't stop it,
Now I'm sleeping...
Oh my flowing dream,
Find me,
And hold my hand, I'm afraid....
20.25 winning endings library.
* God threw a glittering pebble into that beautiful blue lake, and my soul scattered in rings, expanding from within me into the universe...
