four a am

the dawn is breaking
a tear sliding on a cheek
you're not here and I'm still shaking
it has been a month
it has been a week

my chest, heavy as a rock
another attempt to breathe
inhale, exhale
tick, tock
salt water runs underneath

lips are dry and eyes wide open
can't seem to find a relief
words
they should always be spoken
if you want the world to believe

it's four o'clock in the night
and in the distance
you can hear the angels cry
this time i will make it right
all I need is one more try

a piece of paper

give me a pen
with a piece of paper
like you did before
i want to paint you the sky
it will be clear, blue and deep
why do we I don't know why

i'm counting to three
its just  me and you
so why don't you show me
the way to your heart
before its all over
please tell me where to do I start

i promise i won't let you wait
you have my word i won't be late
it's written in blue
it goes down on that paper
as each and every minute with you

Indeed

did you ever listen to the snowflakes
falling on the ground
did you hear that beautiful and quiet sound
of peace
to be with you that's what it is
did you pray with palms right on your knees
looking ahead to see the sun
your hair drifting on and on
swaying as if the winds of lebanon
behind your back
that's what its like, next to you
did you stop to eat and drink
for there's no need
because you know what tomorrow'll bring
and the stillness of it all
wakes you in awe
oh yes, that's what it is, indeed

pouličná

pod pouličnou lampou
sa nahle mihol tieň
len na okamih
tvoj dych na mojej dlani
píše do mrazivých okien
sto znakov, tisíc mien
a my pod tou lampou
len pre seba, samy

us, together, we

I've been so impatient
to see your shadow in my room
how you glow
the nights start early
mornings come too soon
and we move slow

you have the look of wisdom
that burns out every human tear
I listen as you speak
while you're near
to the peace you've brought in here

there's a storm that's full of fire
it sets everybody free
it takes all, far away it ends
till it's our, us, together, we

red head

far, you're so away
somewhere out there
everywhere
and you don't know a thing
you don't know that
every night I pray
to be near you
to maybe hear you
can't go on without you
it's everything about you
and nothing is the same
my joy, my sorrow and pain

dark piece of art

as I turn the page
another person dies
chances are taken
and ideas, they materialise

tears they flow, they land
on the cover of that book
they rearrange
and I don't understand

how sick one must be
to commit these kind of crimes
it's a dark piece of art...
we need to concentrate
and read between the lines
for it's not the end
yet merely a start

a street called main

a street called main
underneath our eyes
about things that are forbidden
we fantasize
you and I are
quite simply not the same
it's our neighbourhood
we dance, you stroll
he's speeding
they rock n roll
she puts up a fight
I watch and owe it to the night
that's our street
so new and old, upbeat
a street called main
where everyone is different
but we all are the same