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Sűrű az erdő és sok a titok,
Elmondok mindent, ha maradhatok.
Rakjunk a tűzre, hideg az éjjel.
Bújjunk össze ahol a szeretet fészkel…
Bújjunk össze ahol a szeretet fészkel!
Tizenegy álom,
Tizenegy élet,
Akkor is adj ha kérni majd félek.

With wounds, he came, a man
bearing marks of war and weapons at his side.
“Let him be, keep him a corpse!”
Not for the first time - duty takes its course.
“If war brings us peace,
it’s here I will settle.
If I’m to rest in my lifetime,
I’ll live here.”

Szép a nyár
Csupa jókedv és lázadás
De az óra csak jár tovább
Nem pihen meg se áll
Olvadunk,
Hűvös árnyekról almodunk,
De az élet csak száll tovább
Nem pihen meg se vár.

Act One, Scene ii:

Claire: The head that will become a skull is already empty. That is the sight of the mind so crowded to forget us.

Michel: Has she not sent for the prophet; been wisened by the cleric drink'd from the oracle's cup?

Claire: More truly than you know, she has.
It's that corruption;

In God’s name palaces built under him moved their place.
In his wake - the Synod Horrenda - crippled by death.
The accused would meet no defense /
His stained glass shaped halo raped in God’s name -
Mutilated / Stripped / Daylight unlit in his wake -
to face judge, jury, and post-humous executioner.
Tear him from his place in the soul -
the river would take the old corpse...

Встает с колен империя
единая,в господство её верю я
одна задача велена,
в ожидании,скорей финал.
2014 и рэп и дух и разум я вывожу на новый план.

вечный выбор,жить как человек,
подыхать в кризисе,вечном подсчете растрат

Return to find home, unwelcome.
Taken. Betrayal.
Taken to the jails
of his former lord and confined
here in the summers heat.

This I can bear
solitude in this year

The things I do for that miserable little girl,
with a crown of sorrows offer the sore wealth of the world.
A black portrait painted of a naked, violent scene;
hung to high got my poor eyes to see

but that's the perfume;
that's the kiss.
those the petals

destroyed person
the gone human
the sore wealth
of experience
builds a temple of skulls
to the god of war

violent pleasures

Concrete poured / to rings on the earth
Walls rise / the depths of this ocean
Stone carved / the face of God
Decorated as a hero and cursed to death

This colossus / wood crafted / iron forged
My hangman / an audience / thinly veiled

Sonnet 6

Come young weather, part clouds of jealous cold
Heat the earth and make born of it the dew.
to drink in your warmth, like a breath and hold
Make love, th'unending sun, so start it new.
Immortal season, like Hera calls on:
The moon, a stone, a pearl, the sky's own rose.