Zajácz Edina: To Bend Down To Me (Hogy lehajolj hozzám Angol nyelven)
Hogy lehajolj hozzám (Magyar)
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To Bend Down To Me (Angol)
I endure with desperately set teeth
this unbroken stillness,
not the desired kind,
neither the budding fruit trees on the lips of the dead,
but that much dreaded, more miserable
loneliness, in which I always come home without you,
facing an old-womanly sort of world
with a fraction of smile for me.
Something should be recomposed!
Perhaps the responsibility on me,
or the diamond-inlay of our voices to each other
should be rearranged, they got stuck in our throats.
Then this factual possession-rate would change,
in which my share are sleepless nights, shadows under eyes,
and you, god of leaden paces
would never feel ashamed of the humble gesture
to bend down to me.