English version for poem "Maluj tmavě modrou."
A little different.....
Just help me to rid of the love,
please, just try one little touch,
to last peaces lose I,
what oblidge me to you.
That's a martyrdom, that sweet whiles,
when I can't hold my heart guiet,
can't speak my own speach,
so keep your shine far from me!
Oh, flash, nostalgia of my belief!
I can't stop me,
I'd like to fly throught the street,
but I am not able to soar higher,
something make me fall, somewhere down
on Earth.
I wanna tears, I wanna sorrow, that haven't come,
I am waiting unselessely now.
Although the sun, the strong of heart beats,
these things won't let the touch alive
in my mind
what will make me warm.
Please, also... just help me to rid myself of that magic- beaudy,
I feel like... I can't stick with it longer,
That's the ilness, I feel waterfalls in my chest,
that rumble
with my mind sounding...
I can't stop shaking,
that's a wrong feel of tremors,
But sometimes my heart dream,
that slowly I lose in drops of rain in mornig,
and die for warm of white snowing.
I'm taking breath of black clouds smoke,
to help the word make clean,
that wild step send clouds to mounth,
please, let me tell you,
Just rid me of that stupidity in deepless,
to wistful guiet...
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