It's hot in heaven

Yes Sir, We're swallowing life,

we have no right, but...

What's left for the blind?

Whose is that mockingbird?

That beauty can't be tagged.

I'll try to restrain the dependent saviours;

I'll run from the rush.

That war is not over yet...

Just hush.

Hey Sir! I hid from the blind,

but I couldn't find my price.

I'm wearing the filthy dress again...

getting rid of the white.

I'll make it a dignifying cover,

a real alibi.

The war is not over , Sir!

There's no empty pedestal to adore...

What shall we do now?

Who will play the whore?

The Yelling is open,

but the screaming won't crash the don'ts.

This is the room you gave me,

I'm under the trash you have thrown.

This war will never be over,

I'm rating the air I hold.

We'll be tasting the dead life,

not much hunger in the throat.

Counting the "meant to be" feelings;

freezing the ice for the mother.

Chasing complaints with no meaning,

fighting for a path drawn long ago.

Comments

[michail]

While reading theses verses I remembered a greek song that I really like http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8PSo1xTYEQ&feature=related (the video clip is not the official one but it was the best recording available that I could find). The greek bouzouki might not be familiar to your ears but allow me to share it

I try to translate it here (I am not a poet, just a lonely seeking my small piece of happiness so the translation might not give the initial meaning..just my view):
Take me night take me
in the night stars' chariot
to walk along a soul
that I torment long time

In this world I struggled
because I came with a karma
the further from life
to learn how to love

My personal energy
and breath in my lips
the first substance, the essence of life,
pick me up, so that I can see

Not because of curiosity,
but I do not fit in this matterial world
and the current times full of lies
have the matter as their god

Croud shout at me in words
the most sad whoa (opa)
to make a full dancing turn
with body full of gentleness

And if it is from my being
and from the heart that I told you
to make my love a prayer
and ashes all the evil

My personal energy
and breath in my lips
the first substance, the starting point of life,
pick me up, so that I can see

Not because of curiosity,
but I do not fit in this matterial world
and the current times full of lies
have the matter as their god
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Merci beaucoup Belen,
vous existez dans mes reves

[Abah Teddy]

great..
. . .although I am have not the right too!