Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Разруха (Авторско)

Camille Kleinman


С воля за растеж и разруха
минавам през живота
без да поглеждам назад...
Към руините на моите любови,
към раните оставени по нашите тела,
към празното в душите и мъртвите, черни сърца.

Вчера построих Рим,
а днес го подпалих - просто така.
Така и ще те обичам - 
без задръжки и детински слова,
с огън и истински бури,
в чаша или завихрени около света.

Много ли ще ти е моята силa?
Моята вещерска свобода?
Ha темпото сърцето ти ще издържи ли
или ще се превърнем в пепел до утре сутринта?


Sunday, November 18, 2018

ME: For all those times



For all the times you didn't see me,
for all the times you didn't care,
for the times you looked beyond me,
for all the times you were simply scared...

I was brave to stand beside you,
I was strong to take the blame,
I was kind to look around me,
I was there to save the day!

For I'm the one who knows your story,
and I'm the one who truly cared,
who'd pick you up when you were broken 
and give you wings when you would dare.

I didn't ask you for a promise,
and yet you went beyond the Sun - 
you gave the world - all empty-handed,
expecting to believe the beautiful charades.

Enough of lies and silly doings,
enough of cowardliness and cheap acts,
I leave you here with your misgivings,
for I no longer have the tact!

For the times you didn't listen,
for all the times you looked away,
for all the kisses you forgot you promised,
and all the times you went away - 

there was someone who would hear me,
there was one who saw my day,
there was someone who would kiss me,
on the forehead and who would understand.