K a t i e M e l u a I c r i e d f o r y o u

Ich hab um Dich geweint.

Du bist schön, so ruhig
Es liegt ein Schatten über Himmel
Das hat mich so heftig gestoßen,
Als ich Dich gesehen habe.

Aber anders vergehen, nie stehen bleiben
Dass man sich deine Hand des Zauber fühlen
Du bist wie eine wilde Rose
Sie verstehen nie warum

Ich hab um Dich geweint
Wenn Himmel um Dich geweint hat,
Und als du ging war
Ich bin geworden, hoffnungsloser Bummler

Aber diese Leben war nicht für Dich
obgleich Du mich gelehrt habe
dass jenes Schönheit braucht nur sein zu raunen

Ich will das Meer durchkreauzen
Mit dieser Kostbarkeit, ein Geheimnis für mich zu halten

So lange Zeiten sie vergass
Diese Liebe von Uns und wir traff
Sie können nicht weissen
wie viel Du bedeutst  mir

Ohne Dir , ich sehe nun
Wie zerbrechlich das Welt kann sein
Und ich weiß, als Du verließ
Aber in meiner Herz wirst Du immer bleiben.

G O Y A J e ś l i b ę d ę t a k a

If I am,
you won't be able to understand,
I beg you,
love me as you do.

If I do something,
you will be supriced,
I beg you,
won't criticize it.

If I make something up,
it will be good for nothing,
I beg you,
won't negate it.

If I say something,
it will hurt,
I beg you,
won't remember it

If you do someday,
something ordinary,
I want to tell you,
I won't forget it.

JAN PAWEL II G o r a l u c z y c i n i e z a l

Peace and all good

Highlander, do you regret ?
to leave your homeland
spruce forest and alps
and these silver brooks.
Highlander, do You regret ?
Highlander, come back to alps!

And Highlander is looking at the mountains,
He is wiping a teardrop by sleew,
because He has to leave,
for bread, for bread.

G A B A K U L K A N i e j a s n o ś c i

Don't worry. I'm going to be 614 km from you, so far... as far as as possible. Now the distance is 829.

Gaba Kulka Ambiguities

My ambiguities, insted of got away , be at the same point.
You are asking me: Is it good ? Ask me another day
I'm too busy. I try to not make mistake.

You can't bring the whole dropped rice from pavement
Fucking pigeons ate up all food
leaving only dust and stone.

Why all of things
are so simple
so simple to do
so simple to do
before start happaning to you .

Out ambiguities stay with us on mainstream.
No belongingness. When I want get one, I lost the other.
I dull my vigilance, it stops disturb me.
Excess of possibilities. When I don't love anybody, I do not betray anybody.

BIG CYC B e r l i n Z a c h o d n i

BIG CYC  "West Berlin"

Achtung achtung!
 Meine Damen und meine Herren
Herzlich wilkommen
 Und nicht verstehen.


A carafe, a old clock,
You can earn couple of marks
Annuity, scholarship, it is no enough to live well
Here buy it, there sell it, poverty doesn exist

West Berlin, west Berlin
Pole stays every second street there

Turk lies in wait on the corner
You can sell him everyting , but no your skin

Pilsner drank in three sips
Peddle cigarettes, buy salami,
If Polizei appears, you will run for it
You get back to Poland, you stay ahead of the game
And one day you make money, that much a collier worker earns in dirt and dust one month.

Our poverty shrives us,
Polish trade, Nazi Germany,
The train is going, wheels are rattling
Steam locomotive makes loud noice, some country women sweat
Smugglers and customs officers
So orgasm on the border.