2008
Lite Hungarian bittersweet
[English translation of “Kis magyar kesergő”]
(… because of anna… so for anna)
Every farewell is treason
and of course every treason is farewell
more precisely every treason is an implicit farewell
and every farewell is a treason becoming explicit
or something like that
even I don’t really know what I meant to mean
but hey, not as if I care…
He who flies by plane over the land
for him, the landscape is a map
and he doesn’t know where was living here Farkas Mihály
My wretched soul is in yeast again
and this makes my heart fulfilled with pain
and this makes me overwhelmingly sad
but hey, never mind it pal, I say to myself…
He who flies by plane over the land
for him, the landscape is a map
and he doesn’t know from where has come and to where has gone Farkas Mihály
I never say the word “sin”
The notion of sin is a taboo for me
And any time I think I shall be free
I immediately realize all the embers of my hope are ashes
but hey, my truth is after all contextual
He who flies by plane over the land
for him, the landscape is a map
and he doesn’t know who was and who has became Farkas Mihály
