ROZA /MITROPANOS

ROZA

MITROPANOS

zeibekiko

My lips are dry and thirsty, searching for water on the asphalt, the wheeled machines are running past me and you are telling me that the cloudburst awaits us and drawing me into a damp cabaret We are walking down the same street together but our dungeons are separate we circle a magic city I no longer want to learn what it is we look for it's enough if you give me just two kisses you play me at roulette and lose me in a nightmare fairy tale now my voice is the voice of an insect my life an uprooted plant you cut me off and toss me into the void How need turns into history how history turns into silence what are you looking at me for, Rosa, all numb forgive me for not understanding you what is the computers say, and the numbers? My beloved, made of coal and sulphur, how can time have altered you so? the wheeled machines are running over us and I in the fog and in the rain am sleeping by your side, fasting How need turns into history how history turns into silence what are you looking at me for, Rosa, all numb forgive me for not understanding you what is the computers say, and the numbers?