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.

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.

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…

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.

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.

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.

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!

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!