oleme kogunenud siia / we have gathered here

ei ole saladus
kõik mõtlevad,
et mis saab eilsest
mängin tunnetega
peitust
aga ma ei ütle teile

kes on kohale jõudnud
jälle kord minema peab
siis kui tuled on kustund
uksest ta end välja seab

me oleme kogunenud siia
et tunda piina
kustumas!

me oleme kogunenud siia
et tunda ennast liiga hästi
ja siis kustuda!

ta pole mulle öelnud ei
mitte ühelgi korral
ma ei usu temasse
aga Jumal on olemas

ma olen mõistatus
mille tema välja mõtles

me oleme kogunenud siia
et tunda piina
kustumas!


it's not a secret
everybody wonders
what happens with yesterday
I play hide and seek
with feelings
but I not telling you

those who have arrived
soon will go once more
when the lights are out
they reach for the door

we have gathered here
to feel the suffering
fade!

we have gathered here
to feel ourselves too well
and fade!

she has not told me no
no, not once, no
I do not believe in her
but there is a God

I am a riddle
she created

we have gathered here
to feel the suffering
fade!

kalana

mõistus on kohal enne
kui jalad
tunnen ennast kuivale jõudnud
kalana
kõik, mis mul on olnud
seda enam pole
tänan universumi
et ikka pole
päris kole tema pale
tunnen ennast paljastunud
valena

kõik
jah kõik
mis on veel ees
müsteerium mida lahendada
ma ei loodagi
suurim kink, kui praeguses elus
enam sitta ei toodaks

mõistus oli kohal
enne kui mõistus oli olemas
sünd ja surm samas külas
igaüks ei pea rändur olema
siinsamas kõik
mis oli on ja kaob

Not Alone

The masses of fog meandered between the spruce trees rising at the foot of the hill as X stepped sleepily on the balcony.

"Already awake?"

Only now, as Su made a sound, did X notice that his brother was about to finish his first cigarette of the morning while squatting in the corner of the balcony.

"I had a very strange dream."

Su extinguished the cigarette, took a pack from the belly pocket of the sweater and lit a new one. He was ready to listen but said nothing. He just waited until X stretched all his limbs, and then, leaning on the edge of the balcony, watched the fog.

Hail of a seagull filled the silence for a moment as it slid across the gardens, cutting through the mist with wings somewhere above the field of view. And then another hail.

"I remember I was home, right here," the boy said, still gazing the fog whales, "everything was the same, you weren't home, but everything was almost as it is now, but it wasn't."

"What was different?"

"I believed in God."

Su snorted.

The third hail of the seagull mocked the boy's dream.

"I know it's funny, that's why I said it was a weird dream."

Su got up and leaned on the balcony edge next to his brother.

There was no sound in the fog.

ISWATAM

I smoke weed at a top of a mountain,
in a giant eye.
I know the backdoor to heaven,
but the key is nowhere to be found.

The man on the picture seems broken
right from the start.
Why form a clay figure
out of a star?

You can only go up,
it's never there.
You know you exist,
but once you did not.

Muidusööja!

Kõik, mis Sul on

on Sulle antud!

Sa pole ühtki vannet vandund.

Kogu elu on Sind kätel kantud.

Pole eales pead Sa pakul pannud.

Muidusööja!

Aja surnuks lööja!

Ei sinu pahet murra ausa tööga.

Ja Su silmis on üks-

kõiksus.

Oled nagu maa ja taeva vahel kõikuv

pendel, mis jõuab pärale ilma,

et alustaks sõitu.

Muidusööja!

Aja surnuks lööja!

Ei Sinu pahet ravi ausa tööga.

Grill-liha ja sulavõi.

Kõik kingid, mis kinkijad tõid.

Maailm, mille Looja lõi.

Kõik kahvatub, kui kahas on õis.

Muidusööja!

Aja surnuks lööja!

Ei Sinu pahet võida ausa tööga.