Idle

It was chilly evening of the summer end
The little town was idle, awaiting for the cold to take its glow
Streets were quieting between the gray concrete of medieval buildings
While autumn breeze was waggling the evergreen trees
Sharp rays were breaking the stagnant air of that room
Dust was flying from the window overlooking, the streets, the busses…the idle souls of this town
And there is a shadow of a girl, standing by it for a moment of fresh breath
From the smoke weaving towards the high typical old building ceiling
More and more smoke flowing in and out her lungs... leaving her breathless
But she carried on smoking, listening to every palpitation of her heart
Inhibiting every effort of the oxygen to battle the poison in her body
Watching the walls going yellowy green and waiting for the night to fall

The black hex hit and turned the little town into a dark shadow
Narrow windows flickered with little vague light…
Trying to break through the heavy, suffocating autumn fog
Time, there and then was lagging through the long night
Clocks were ticking with exhausted arrows,
While the small town was slowly falling asleep
Last busses were roaring heavy through the empty streets
Harbingering the forthcoming serenity of the night
Windows were slowly burning out like dyeing stars
Until there was only one more left ……
Streets went even quieter, when the last bus trailed down the road
Benighted shadows creeped between the stalled buildings …
Trying desperately to escape the black mantle of the night
There was only one flat still awake
One window still alive
One light hardly flickering…and a shadow stood by it
With dense smoke coming out of it and burning end shining in the dark
A thin figure of a woman, enjoying the peacefulness around,
Engulfing the suffocant wet air coming from the window….

Kolko e studeno v 4erupka ot kristali
Vuv voina sus sebe si veseki suvesten den
Stavam vse po bezsuvestna
Vsqka cennost gubi bezcenie
Vsqka nejnost grubo me boli
Vsqka strast v mig me vledenqva
Vijdam krasivoto lice izpisano s tuga
Vijdam sqnkata I grqh v edna snaga
Podtisnala jelanieto za slast!
Obich li e kaji ili luja sebe si kaji!
Obich vuv tranzit, poredna spirka
Vlak pogreshen vlachi se bez duh
Prsez rujdqsali metalni linii
Otivaiki kum stAri I trivialni mestava
Prevozva se su6tite ne6tasni hora
Vqrvashti vuv su6tite bezumni gluposti
Kolko mi e smeshno, vozq se tam az pak
Vqrvam si bez kap4ica sumnenie