Bad flowers and the depression is sour and damned I lie on the bed all day and think About how I will end my life, An air balloon lost in the sky Steel weights in the body, in the head I'm sick God I'm looking at the sunrise in a movie on TV And miss the sun I knew before I broke down Miss the color of things before they became dark Nothing moves me I want to vomit all of this despair And time crawls about, a door opens, the sun dies Iron birds are chirping, my eyes are half closed Watching the grass and it hurts it hurts to sink like this In the middle of life and to die every day from everything that moves To chain-smoke to hug the cigarette To ask her to pray that here you'll get up in the morning and everything was and isn't Absorbed in memory And Gabriel gets up from the sick bed and begins to sing A sing of praise to the real time in which you breathe The real breathes which are full of glory And the dew lands on your happy body and fills you with life To breathe the skies to walk barefoot on moist ground to smile To dance in the air as if without weight To feel the music in the body floating in the breathing space To sing, to jump from the bed in excitement from a day full of surprises From just a kind of excitement To drink coffee and to feel the taste To hug someone, hug something, touch the spirit To see the color of things To talk with someone just because without hurting no hurting Where is it where did it disappear
Darkness shadow of death sandman crumbling with every step The pounds of feet on the earth are crumbling me I'm hiding from the world in bed The eyeball stares stillness visible darkness A shadow from the past passes by, I choke
What's worth a round eye in front of the sun All of my writings I burned in the sink The hand that holds the pen scares me Like the big abyss in which my world fell which is small and narrow Like a dark alley And the eye sees all of the cars and all of the towels hanging on the rope Moving in the wind whispering to the stones which whisper to the plants Gabriel what happened to you, moving like a shadow seeing the sights and not being able to To speak is to whistle the words from the lungs and it leaves me exhausted Tikun of my grief guides before you A dog with an injured eye is bitten in a battle in the night of Telmy Eliahu And there's no one to pray to and no one to ask Because the night that fell on Sodom is very dark And the morning doesn't bring light and the sun has no color. Cos Ochto all of the words and tunes and talk Only the coffee has taste and the cigarettes burn and this too barely in this hell I'm stuffed of pills and can't see the end of this damned thing Walking around like in a particularly bad dream And I have no words at all to explain the feeling Everything is sour and thick how can you describe this suffering Everything's dead, dead Everything's different I'm not me Sealed and sticky