Pokus o první sloku

Been waitin´ here
for donkey´s years (*)
staying bladdered (*)
and crying tears
crying for nothing real
and again I´m feeling like a freak.
___________________________________

* donkey´s years - dlouhá doba
* to be bladdered - to be drunk

i am here wishing be taken away

Omg,
i wanna go out!
Where? Do I know it?
If i knew, i would take off.

Is it real? Is it real to go to the place of peace and love? Somewhere where real friends are?

and where i recognize my love?

SONG - (Is it real to go to the place of peace and love? Where real friends are
and where could i recognize my love?)

Wake up! Ups, just a dream.
"You are a dreamer" told me some person, and do you know, that your life will be hard? Because for them, who are dreamers the life is very, very hard, full of sorrow, most time full of sorrow, waiting for just one lucky day.

I´m waiting for this day, full of peace and love, when my dreams will come true and i will be lucky, just one minute of happiness..
this is for me enough.
i don´t need much
But where´s the time?
Is it goin´ to happen?
Or have i been waiting needlessly?

I´m full of feelings....
such strange feelings...
i´ve never expected they exist..
just one, two, five minutes....
it helps...

just one piece of world, full of oxygen, me and you...
it´s enough.... and it doesn´t depend on me,
not yet
but

... (oh no, you´re not here..?)

just get to know, how nice would it be...
what else should i do?
what am i allowes to do?
i know, we´re two mountains
and world´s between us


Bulshits, no points in these sentences..or?
I don´t know...maybe one day...
i´ll see... more then now

wake up and live your dreams! ...

shut up...
it´s not real...
real....
real...
real....
reality is absurdity...
a nd i have to like it, ´cause nothing else remains...
now..tommorow...next years... time goes on
but, hope dies at the end, doesn´t it?....
i believe...

My Only One Desire Hold On! Keep On!
In your way to reach the paradise...
paradise for Me and You...
who are you?
Can you identify yourself?
... ... ...
Are you looking into the mirror?
do you think about it? think!
... who are you? Are you You?
am i waiting for you?...
... don´t you believe?
be sure, i do
the real lover still exists
and is here...
here....
it´s me!
just open the door...
here´s the key...
...
.......
............
.................
.
PLEASE!
use your key,
you were given by me,
use your key
not your loaf.
your //...././.-/.-./-//
opens the life.

Requiem for my Guitar

Hajzlové ji zabili,
a srdce ji probodli,
umírá mi tu teď pod rukama,
a říká mi:
"Má drahá potůstalá".

Oči pláčem zmíráné mám,
člověk bude zase jednou sám.
Pomalu ztrácí život svůj,
ten verš je a jen Tvůj:
"Má Lásko, jediná milovaná".

Stále cítím její struny na rukou,
jež zůstanou jenom další vzpomínkou,
na den kdy naposledy jsem jí vzala,
a verše jí psala, psala, psala.

Rozpadá se, cítím to,
jen prach z ní zůstane,
poslední tóny dnes hrané,
chci věnovat své Kytaře.

Setmělo se v duši mé,
mé srdce pláče,
nad rozlitým mlíkem...
C,F,C,G....
Jen poznat toho Sráče.