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I'm Still Dreaming

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Passive regarding everything
I somehow get by taking only the easy paths
To avoid becoming too pessimistic
I accept that I'll give up
Recently I came to realize
That the tumult of the city is cornering me
These days I spend thinking of nothing at all
Are appealing to me that they want colour
Today I act as the 'good girl' again
And hate myself
No, I'm plenty satisfied, I also understand
That as a failed cyborg
It doesn't seem I can go ahead
It's not here, it's not there
It's nowhere, it's nowhere
 
Not black or white, I choose gray
Right and left are wrong, i'll take the middle
 
This is the worst, the worst
I'm still dreaming
Reality is, reality is
Truly cruel
A scent, it hurts
I still want to stay here
This is the worst, the worst
I'm still dreaming
 
I wonder if this is the result of indecisiveness
Give me a hint on how to live well
Softly, gently
Sugar coat these countless realities right away
Everyday sliced directly in a single cut
Give me a strong mentality
I won't think about the things
That I can't help thinking about
Warn my consciousness incessantly
As it falls to the depths
I sing a song to distraction
To melancholy
My voice stops and before long turns to sobs
I'm traumatized
These shining instants, twinkling time
A nightmare whispers by my ear and I remember
 
Highs and lows of emotion
Go and return
Plus and minus
In the end life
adds and subtracts, equaling zero
Life produces and vanishes
What is a significant meaningful life?
The result is continuing pain
That troubles us until we die, is this fate?
 
Someone fill this empty container
The meaning of death is the same
As returning to zero
I wish you would notice it was like this
 
Save me
Save me
Somebody, somehow
Do something
 
Understand these feelings I can't speak
Because I'm singing a song only you can hear
 
This is the worst, the worst
I'm still dreaming
Reality is, reality is
truly cruel
A scent, it hurts
I still want to stay here
This is the worst, the worst
I'm still dreaming
 
This is the worst, the worst
If I dream again
It will be a dream of
A reality that has already passed
The day when I can see what comes next
I'll spend dreaming
I hate
The future
I still want to stay here
 


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01.02.2025

Doctor Faust





Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
It's time for you to let yourself live life
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
Diving like this into dead languages, that's not life
If you spend time with them, living languages will revive you
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
Science is a well where you drown yourself, if you want my opinion
Descend into the well of pleasure because that's life
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
In my arms, you'll get to know love and life
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
 

Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
 


01.02.2025

On board of the Aspasia





You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
 

Always restlessly your folks have been prowling around
But you, staring at the wings, were indifferent
You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
 

One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
 

Then I saw you in Marcilia as you were lost
in the noise without turning back
And I who loved only the wet expanse,
I say I could love thee
 


01.02.2025

Gramophonomaniac





In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
 

And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
 

Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
 

And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
 

As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
 

And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
 


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01.02.2025

At the End of the Park





When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
 

At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
 

I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
 

At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
 

It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
 

Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
 

If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
 

At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
 

I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
 

At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
 

You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
 

(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
 

At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
 

At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...