Vladimir Marku

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When I undo my shoe laces
The first rooster bids me to sleep.

Moon in the wedding dress in my bed
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She was an after-rain rainbow
With a childish joy I embraced

It burnt me into ashes
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We are different worlds
In different ways, Cohen
I'm nothing like you, voice wise
But when you sing, my friend
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The flying Dutch does not call at ports
A phantom roaming over ancient wrinkled seas
Loaded with souls crying for help
Cries which push the sails of the wicked Dutch.
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It's hard to find countryside tracks in cities
With the smell of straw, with the awesome smell of virginity
Where intertwined are the truths
The truths of the earth and universe.
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Everything switched to countdown
The alive were buried
The dead joyed in dancing.
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Covered in blood I am from the cynicism of people
As a morning greeting I get a stabbing from them.

Oh, it's people's way
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Accidentally I stepped into a hunting shop
The "Masonic" shop owner
Was plotting against animals and birds.
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There's this flute, don't know where
Accompanies the Muse of my loneliness.

I weep in the bosom of my memories
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Everything reminds me of your name
And fire blazes my blood
In my system startup, your name is by Default
Giving me breath in the loneliness permafrost
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When I don't sleep at night
Chew twinkling stars
Pick my teeth with the moon
Inebriated
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Lungs of freedom have rested
God, have rested in your peace
And his last breath, his last breath
Kindled the torch of human courage.
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Take, I will, Zephyr's bow
The strings of branches softly play
The sigh falls like a leaf
My nostalgia in tacit cries.
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Take my life, o God
Stretch the hand I will kiss
On those petals I want to rest
Meet the breath of my heart
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Suddenly I have the urge to kill
Take them one by one
Mass slaughtering
Cunningly I invited my dreams
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They fled, and when they leave
Take with them parts of me
Others will come
And when in turn fly away
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