my songs (3)

a little river in my subconscious

There is a little murky river in my subconscious
But I do not know where it is possibly running…
I know! Only the sea lies beyond
But can you tell if from the other side – death is coming…

I hate to live and die with blind hope
Resurrect again and run to the top of the same ominous hill…
I know! Heaven awaits the selfless king
But can you tell me if our blissful heaven is there still…

If I secretly ran away with and without you
The mighty thunder would erase our footprints so no one would know…
Yes! Happily we would live “I don’t know” where
But can you tell me if the same deadly apple tree would silently grow…

When I cut my golden wings to stay with you
I would dwell in paradise when I bid myself goodbye
But when I sleep beside you forever
Tell me, my beloved, if from our cage you would not fly