Настроение сейчас - Как ни странно, хорошее

     Недавно написал. Я думал, это будет моим первым негативным стихом, но не удержался и немножечко приправил его маленьким лучиком надежды и стремления к свету. И кстати, первый - на английском. И это должно быть песней, так что, не удивляетесь, если иногда не сразу впишетесь в ритм, так и должно быть.

Far, far away…

Above the ocean of dreams,
Through the clouds of stars,
Feeling flowing wind under wings,
Streams of time passing by,

I’m so tired to search,
Soul of mine needs a rest,
Should I sit still and watch,
Muffling scream in a breast:

Something has frozen deep inside,
Left in the night of nonexistence.
Spend the rest of time in the shadows to hide,
Or search in dark well for the things I’ve been missing!

Coldness creeps in my veins,
But it feels like the rivers of sunlight,
Making crashed all the rocks of mistakes,
It cleans up pile of rubbish inside me.

So, this is my fate:
The road which runs through the mist,
And nothing will turn me away,
Even past that no more exists!

All the worlds I have made, all the dreams, I’ve created
Now are crashed and washed out by the time,
How much more should I suffer this pain lacerating,
How much more should I arise and then die.......

 

And I’m closing my eyes, listening silence inside,
Concentrating on the weak thoughts.
And I know that someday land of sunlight I’ll find,
But it’s time to stand up and go.

So, this is my fate:
The road which leads to the sun!
And nothing will turn me away,
I must act, many deeds should be done!