Слухове [Sluhove] [English translation]

There is smoke after each stanza,

you shoot in the wrong direction

at me, right on target,

how so far have I lived in delusion?

Poems, white from snow,

are melting inside us;

a memory of sin

in a castle out of fear;

I have been one way,

but now I’m different.

You’re with me, but really not,

you look the other away;

all eyes are fixed on you.

You’re with me, but really not,

untold secrets

are hidden between the lines.

I hear rumors of others with you,

there are no others like me.

After a love catastrophe

I sense you beside me with every cell;

there is no war, but you yourself

is staying as if under compulsion.

Clouds, black from anger,

are gathering again over us;

a memory of sin

in a castle out of fear;

you have been one way,

but now you’re different.

You’re with me, but really not,

you look the other away;

all eyes are fixed on you.

You’re with me, but really not,

untold secrets

are hidden between the lines.

I hear rumors of others with you,

there are no others like me.

Poems, white from snow,

are melting inside us;

a memory of sin

in a castle out of fear;

you have been one way,

but now you’re different.

Clouds, black from anger,

are gathering again over us;

a memory of sin

in a castle out of fear;

I have been one way,

but now I’m different.

A film with an unexpected end –

is it for us

or is it a well-known story?

A film with an unexpected end –

is it for us

or are the rules different?

[x2]

You’re with me, but really not,

you look the other away;

all eyes are fixed on you.

You’re with me, but really not,

untold secrets

are hidden between the lines.

[x2]

I hear rumors of others with you,

there are no others like me.

• Artist:Poli Genova