True Song Of The Human World

Ленка Кроупова
A thief who secretly hugs my light
who secretly incarnate to my soul
is pre-damned in its will.

You cling tooth and nail to my blind trust, my girl
and you still dream not your own and someone else's dream
oh, and you know, it still happens to me sometimes too ...
                but you drag me down
and I have a habit of throwing unloving weights away
who don't make me plesure on this way

when you give me back everything you wanted from me
everything you secretly desired and took without permission
from when you didn't trust yourself
from when you wanted to be someone else
                because you don't understand your way
from when you wanted to be someone else
                because you want what belongs to me
just to me, you know, what I about...

give back my identity
in confidential security

you will remain unique and understanding soul
                like me on my path
Don't you know you can't be someone else, sweet girl?
Your soul tells about it every day. And I hear it.

you could be so bright and lightening
but you haven't fallen in true love with yourself yet
you wanted right away what you couldn't have
                without meeting your really darkness
you wanted them to take you where you didn't want to go
                without a yours single step.
Like a baby, you see.

You know, I'm over this. The way back is a long pilgrimage.
I understand that you don't like it and you are afraid
I see you very afraid
because you crossed the line of darkness
                before you became light.
Your soul tells about it quietly. And I hear it, my sweetie.
Every day and every night.


It almost happened to me with you. I was blind.
Perhaps out of greed, envy, hatred and fear
you have used more dark spells than can be carried
                with ease in the clouds
where I am slowly returning.
Black magic is full of dark
                and you like it, isn't it, my sweet?
Your Big One, so demonic womans face
Maybe you already belong to eternal damnation

only the priest and God know...
why don't you ask them, right now, my sweet?
Run, sweetie, run for your life.

And maybe your attempts are just a mistake
                on another track at another station
just One Big Mistake in a different direction from me
you have only one soul, only one
                like a your lovely man
and it tells about all your deeds and all your deaths 
                and all your follies and fouls on request
I could ask it and it would hear it
                but you don't sound like a pretty melody
And sorry, I coudn't, my dear.
I hear too many such sounds
                because you are not the only one
                there on the Earth
I am so sorry, sorry, my sweerest, my dear.

Maybe you already know it
              and you're just desperately reaching
for the handbrake with the last of your strength
but the train isn't stopping anywere
                it rushes on to its destination
Regret is only a silent sympathy and emotional isolation
               and the morning is crowned with an honest awakening
without you
my lovely girl with empty heart that hurts a lot
Everyone has to make their own way
                It is TOT, The Only True.

I do not needlessly take on the universal suffering of others
I did that only for the sake
                of self-determination
that is the task and gift of Jesus Christ
not you, not me
                you know that for sure
because he is like you are yourself
                your other wish,light you don't see yet
because you don't shine your own
because you don't shine alone

I touch suffering only lightly
so that I don't forget to resound myself
           with the True Song of the human world, so loud and well

you're confusing this song with a discount and a sale
                my sweet, sweet, sweet, my just girl
so that you don't have to buy a ticket for the no-return train
my spiral slowly spins again
                and you just grin in amazement
a maelstrom of envy and hatred swirls in your heart
                that knows to kill
and your angry roar reaches my ears
your soul cries and drowns in despair

And I hear it, I hug it, you must trust me, dear
my long-fingered girl, my sweet girl
                my fiery Princess of King Lear

thieves are blinded by pride
the only thing left for thieves is fear
they don't see the pain of others and fear losing what they steal

they will be left with the fear of darkness and eternal damnation
they kill with their own power those who do not believe in love
                during their own insolvations
they only kill themselves


surrounded by your slaves and staff
why don't you believe in your love?