Monday, July 18, 2011

ME: Burn


I don’t want to know,
don’t want to see you dead,
don’t want to hear the last breath,
don’t want to see the world that’s coming next!

I don’t know
and I don’t even care –
to scared to ask,
to question I’d never dare.

Turn around and comе back
from eternal fire in the land of dead -
come back to die together,
to burn and shine on then.

ME: През реката, към вечността


Като клонка –
бездиханна, бледа,
се нося по спокойната вода,
душата ми над мен се рее
в божествените сини небеса.
И няма лодка - да прекара
отвъд брега на тленността –
паричка нямах – да оставя
на стареца със бялата коса.
Пътувам по реката-мъртва,
изпълнена с живот река,
а кой ще каже във очите,
живея ли или съм част от вечността?

ME: Ferry to the land of dead

Arnold Boecklin - Island of the Dead


I have no coin, old man,
but please don’t leave me
on this side of the river
to wander in despair…

Ferry me over, across the river-dead,
to the shores, where my soul
could rest in silence and find peace -
away from living horrors.

Don’t drown me on the dry land,
don’t burry me in the darkened sea!
Ferry me, where the truth is,
where my love has settled free.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

ME: Aз исках


Аз исках две неща да ти покажа –
сърцето си и волната душа.
Оказа се, че няма да се случи –
счупено е то и празна – тя.

Monday, July 11, 2011

ME: Frutti girls

Your strawberry eyes are staring
in the emptiness of my soul,
seeing right through me
in the fields of pain.




My plum lips are bleeding
silent, telling stories of old,
forgotten times you know
and fear - are yet to rise. 


Our icy skin is cracking
underneath the scorching sun…
We can’t run away, my dear,
we’re here to burn and leave no ash…


Saturday, July 9, 2011

МЕ: Ден


Китарата мълчи, а теб те няма,
безумно празно и студено е отвътре,
а вън оцъклило се слънцето като петаче
пече безмилостно, без мир пече…

Писалката е празна, а ми липсваш,
изписах всички стихове, които знам,
самотно е и тихо, страшно,
да си сам и сред глухи да крещиш…

Рамката е сляпа, а те искам -
бяла снимка с черен фон.
И камерата само прах улавя,
когато виждам в обектива празен дом…

ME: There...


In the shadow of your brightness -
here I stand alone and try
to find my way right out of
the constant want to cry.

In the bitterness of all your words
and the painful deeds of yours
I find my will to end it -
the walk to my destruction.

Friday, July 8, 2011

ME: No reason



"All lies entwined around your soul
In your chameleon halo"
Entwine - Chameleon Halo

My lies entwine around my soul
like the roots around your coffin,
like fingers creeping 'round your neck,
like a wave above my head…

There’s no real reason to be here,
there’s no point to be alive.
In my mind there’s nothing worth it,
the effort, needed to survive.

Monday, July 4, 2011

ME: To Damien


Pic.: Svetoslav Dimov; Effect: Nevena Hristozova 2011



"In this city of raw emotion
What's this message you bring to me?"
Damien by Savatage

In this city of raw emotions,
in my world of blind devotion,
all I could ever see
is the darkness in between.

Rain is slowly falling
and my soul is lonely crawling
in the brightness of your black,
when the world has too turned its back.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

МЕ: Kisses sail on

Pihlajasaari, Helsinki, Finland. Nevena Hristozova 2011

I went to the shore,
I took my shoes off,
I stepped into the water
and kissed the tips of my fingers…

I thought of you
and how I miss it –
being together
is all I could want…

I touched the sea
and asked the waves
to bring the kiss from my fingertips
all the way to the South - to your lips!

Friday, July 1, 2011

МЕ: Пламъци

Juhanus 2011, Seurasaari, Helsinki, Finland. Nevena Hristozova

Изгори ме като вейка
да пукам и пращя,
да протягам ярки пръсти
и Слънцето да възродя!