FROM THE BOOK OF LYRICSI WANT TO READ YOUR BOOKOpen the book of your chestThere where happiness and life are written...To read alone until past midnightThe meadows of your green stories...To bathe in the waterfalls of kissesTo sit and climb upon your hills,Where the veins of springs flow in a rushWhen the sun of feeling appears at dawn...To drink your springs with thirstThen lie down freely on the meadow...There where the heart with gentle beatsPlays the violin to its rhythm...Leave me the stories of the book of feeling,To stay and read upon your body,To be alone between birth and deathI swear, I want to look at no one else...Though I want to show my love to the whole world...IN THE GARDEN OF YOUR BEAUTYIn the garden of your love covered in flowers,I want only the bee of my feelings to land...I KNOW, MY DEARI know, my dear, you are very upset,The clouds of worry have fallen over your eyes,Perhaps you have been waiting for me all eveningWaiting for the phone's song beneath the moon.You cast your eyes to the sky, like a blue dome,Longing glows in it like a hearth,But your star is no longer near,In the sky of your soul, it is missing.If thirst for my lips takes hold of youCast your eyes up, and look at the moon.Drink it as in a dream with your thirst like embers,My love will be a glass...Drink, quench your longing, my dear, for the fire goes out on its own..I WILL BECOME A FLAMEI do not know, will I be ableTo become a fireplace and from myself,Your soul filled to the brimTo warm it and keep it alive all my life?The bones of my body and my desiresTo burn them in a beautiful flame,So that the rains do not wet youAnd for life you may be happy?To drink my blood for wineAnd my dreams like roasted meat,To turn your life into springEven though I myself will be dead?This remains my unconsumed part...WHEN YOU COME TO ME LIKE A BALLADThe summer's bloom is gone, winter is shedding tears in the sky,Winter quarrels, the wind's tongue tells me something at the window...It is night, the moon hidden, I am wrapped in bed,Love like an angel is knocking, seeking a destiny...Like Morse code it beats the door, near the balcony glass,The knock comes from afar, like a prayer from the abyss...I rush to open the shutters, I say, it must be true,You stand in the middle of winter, a bare and leafless tree...You have no clothes on your body, a Monument of Aphrodite,You bring near me the warmth and beauty of the day...And you speak to me in a sweet voice: - I have been at this door all my life,Winter is freezing me like a bust, this wind is taking my soul...- Why are you naked, my heart, I say with my beating heart...- Over the sky of my body, I did not want clothes like clouds...I want to be bathed only by your gaze and your kisses,To wrap me in the sheets of love and prayers...To hold me naked like this, from thoughts, from malice,To cover me only with light through caresses and kisses!?I take you in my arms, your lip trembles from the heat,Like the leaf of my soul, in the silken beds...You warm up and put your arm around me, and say... I love you so much...Over my lips and over my body you pour flowers over me..Ah, you smother me with kisses, on my eyes and on my chest,As you pull your lips away, you leave me a flower with your hand...A flower instead of a kiss, life blooms full of joy,Leaving upon me, a feeling and a memory...Happiness had conquered us, we had put on dreams and wings...To fly far away on great journeys...On endless journeys, on the long road of life,Where feeling gently rocks the happiness of truth...You jump UP... throw off the sheets, and head for the doorWhile outside winter shrieks, the wind is beating the drums...I follow you, I cannot catch you, you have no blouse and no sleeves,When I woke up, I realized I was inside a dream...I fall tired on the sheets, which look to me like snow,They are cold, they are light, no hand can warm them...I turn my arms exhausted, and call out with a hoarse voice...- Come for I am cold, as long as you are far away...Without you the beautiful spring, becomes winter even in verse....THE HUNTER EYEHidden behind the eyelash, surrounded by needles,Like a silent hunter it follows my movements.Sometimes smiling and sometimes sadIt always appears unexpectedly on my path...It always shoots me with buckshot, with desire,With the longing of perfect love,It has not killed me, but has laid me on the groundEternally, always wounded...With the spear - a gaze with endless healing...RUNNING AFTER A SWALLOWI run after a swallowOver valleys and forests,This flight leaves me out of my mindThrough the dreams of one color...The world laughs when it sees meI am a little boy, in the air, wind,They ask about my hair and my ageThat the breath of the breeze takes away.They look, they ask in wonder:- Why do you follow it with dreams?I tell them as I run away:- I am seeking my spring behind it!!!THE NEST OF MEMORIESWhen you came that evening in MayIn the little room on the seashore,The almond tree rocked in its branchesOur kisses and the city lights...May came again, and the almond tree bloomed,The harps of birds echo melodies,Only my longing remained waiting,From where you used to come, like a dream always...Memories make a melody over the silence,- The way back, why, where did YOU lose it?!WHENEVER I CLOSE MY EYESWhenever I close my eyes and wait for sleep,In a dream I see you covered in dew...Dressed like a bride, like the white sheetThat stays and waits for my poem on its body...I drink the glasses of longing and get drunk on longing,When I open my eyes, I am disappointed again...When my eyes are open, you fade away as a vision,But deep in my memory you still remain a vision...Whenever I want you in my soul, oh creature,I close my eyes and you come with all delicacy...You kill me when I am alive, you revive me when I die...THE SEAAll summer that You were near it,It breathed lightly and was at peace...The lips of the wave murmured words,Love expressed, emerging from the depths...Now I look at it while you are gone,Its chest seems shaken...The wave of love throws itself along the shore,Somewhere through the stones it keeps seeking a path...The path where you left in late autumn,The sea grows wild and begins to search...If you do not return, my heart, the sea will not calm down,It is inspired by You just like the poet himself...Sleep does not take it, if it still hasn't found you...
PILO ZYBA
