The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
The audience waits for the play;
And the curtains part,
And they go silent on seeing me at the table
Drinking wine.
They think they're watching me act;
A lazy bum,
A rock in a stream
Drowning and surfacing,
Drowning and surfacing;
The leaves fallen on a still pond,
Rotting away
With the fish rising to the surface
To drown in air.
The audience waits for the play;
And the curtains part.
And I throw a bottle at them.
The fools move out of the way,
And the smart jump forth to grab it.
Now everyone's drunk,
And I keep being lazy;
A rock in a stream,
Drowning and surfacing,
Drowning and surfacing...
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