Water my eyes with joy and sunsets, hold my palms for whatever comes next. We only break when we take a sudden stop now, but if we go fast, we'll make it to the end somehow. The wind is my language and I don't know how to speak, what to say and what words to seek. The moon wanted to kiss my ears so I would learn how to listen what's inside, the sun stroke my skin so I would understand I can't - no more - hide.
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Water my eyes
Water my eyes with joy and sunsets, hold my palms for whatever comes next. We only break when we take a sudden stop now, but if we go fast, we'll make it to the end somehow. The wind is my language and I don't know how to speak, what to say and what words to seek. The moon wanted to kiss my ears so I would learn how to listen what's inside, the sun stroke my skin so I would understand I can't - no more - hide.
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Healing at 1:27
If I can't
write anymore
does this mean
I'm healing?
Kui ma ei suuda
rohkem kirjutada,
kas see tähendab,
et paranen?
write anymore
does this mean
I'm healing?
Kui ma ei suuda
rohkem kirjutada,
kas see tähendab,
et paranen?
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
"Not realising"
I've mastered the art of "not realising".
And then understood
I've been in the
wrong art department.
Guess it's time
to switch schools
for life.
Sunday, May 21, 2017
1:27 for you... yes, you
Please finally learn... that
someone, somewhere,
right now,
is trying to manifest you.
Don't forget that. Never forget that.
Palun lõpuks õpi, et
keegi, kuskil,
just praegu,
loodab sind leida.
Ära unusta seda. Mitte kunagi.
someone, somewhere,
right now,
is trying to manifest you.
Don't forget that. Never forget that.
Palun lõpuks õpi, et
keegi, kuskil,
just praegu,
loodab sind leida.
Ära unusta seda. Mitte kunagi.
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Truth at 1:27
Maybe the world
screams us the truth
but we are too
stubborn
to listen.
Võib-olla maailm
karjub meile tõde,
aga me oleme liiga
jonnakad,
et kuulata.
screams us the truth
but we are too
stubborn
to listen.
Võib-olla maailm
karjub meile tõde,
aga me oleme liiga
jonnakad,
et kuulata.
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
1:27 home in Budapest
I guess now I know
what it takes
to make myself
a home.
Over there,
in here,
in someone,
in me.
It is a wonderful
wonderful place...
but tell me why I'm only home when I'm alone?
Ma arvan, et nüüd
ma tean
kuidas teha
endale kodu.
Kusagil seal,
siin samas,
kellegi sees,
iseendas.
See on imeline
imeline koht...
aga ütle mulle, miks ma olen ainult üksi kodus?
Saturday, April 22, 2017
1:27am before flying away
I have no idea
why I came
when every time
something hits me
I want to run.
I have no idea
why am I going
when every time
I leave
I miss everything
I had.
Mul ei ole aimugi
miks ma tulin,
kui iga tagasilöögi
korral
ma tahan joosta.
Mul ei ole aimugi
miks ma lähen,
kui igal korral
lahkudes
ma igatsen kõike,
mille jätsin.
Give me a good reason why I should ever make a change...
why I came
when every time
something hits me
I want to run.
I have no idea
why am I going
when every time
I leave
I miss everything
I had.
Mul ei ole aimugi
miks ma tulin,
kui iga tagasilöögi
korral
ma tahan joosta.
Mul ei ole aimugi
miks ma lähen,
kui igal korral
lahkudes
ma igatsen kõike,
mille jätsin.
Give me a good reason why I should ever make a change...
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