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Silver wasp

My friends are screams in the silence,
my friends (are) lights of danger in the dark,
alone, like trees on the peeks, like prayers,
(they are) children that don't return home at night.

Most people adore holidays,
but my friends hate Sundays,
they hide behind the lights in the harbour,
they light fires, they light fires.

It grabs you from the hair, the silver wasp,
some nights and it shakes you off.
I had a long way to find you, but I didn't (find you).
I'm standing in my toes, but I can't reach you.

Bad season brings me bad moments
I smell the ground, purple shadows I faintly see.
Like a rotten ship that in the shallow water is dragged,
like Judases kiss, I'll run away.

Do you know how it feels to read in the dark?
Do you know how it feels to shed tears secretly?
City lights and huge empty roads.
Sunday-dreams are too expensive.