Quietly Blooms
The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.
It’s colorful buds peeking from the Earth,
Having no voice as it looks to the sun.
The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.
The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.
It’s colorful buds peeking from the Earth,
Having no voice as it looks to the sun.
The Tsubaki flower, quietly blooming.
I will remember your face
Your smile
Your red lipstick
You calling my name
There are lone cemeteries,tombs full of soundless bones,the heart threading a tunnel,a dark, dark tunnel : like a wreck we die to the very core,as if drowning at the heartor collapsing inwards from skin to soul
There are corpses,clammy slabs ...
Порожнеча, не зачаївшись ніде, крім глибин затінених душ,
Падає на календар. Вона протікає, мов туш,
Ніби янголи, що летять з небес, проходячи крізь стіни й бійниці,
Порожнеча - сама собі тінь та світло,