Oh, yesterday I felt happiness running through my bluish veins.
Oh, yesterday you took my injured heart and darned it with a thread.
And I tell you, as the day covers the city and electric lines, everything’s okay
The light hugs bridges, streets and houses, brings fire in my old shed.
My legs are just two wooden logs attached to the stuffed stony body,
my eyes are just two pieces of the former crystal whitish rock.
My insides form a dirty, brown, bloody, nasty, hoppy puddle.
And dim electric light is in my corny, weakened, everlasting soul.
But when you look at me my body comes alive and
the shiny sparkles twinkle in my silent ugly-looking woken soul.
The trees within it wear precious green, exalted crowns.
The feeling of a light dismay slowly begins to crawl
from insides of my chest and up to my (so dumb) light-haired
and empty head. It fills it with the stupid, sweet and bitter hope.
I never thought that I would be so much, so much prepared
to say those words. They slipped from lips and merged with silent moan.
And I (someday) will make you drink and make you swear.
Because, you know, the day will come, I will be gone.
I want to see you being clear and (to the limit) fair
with me, yourself, this boring little (but so dear) world.
So come with me, be sure, soon I’ll kindly show you
true way. Be straight. Be strong. And be my hope.