when the bridge is tired of beatings and crime III

Andrzej Feret


I'm addicted to the heart, it's just one, it's just one.

a flower blooms only so it doesn't wither.


I'm addicted to the heart, it's just one

there's enough space, don't doubt, don't drown

water is for fish and nests for birds

a flower blooms only so it doesn't wither


shiningly, oh so, it sparkles in

in this golden sound, we'll record

with a rushing stream amid knee-deep water

only then, a wet peace up to the eyes


I'm addicted to the heart, it's just one

there's enough space, don't doubt, don't drown


the wall casts unnecessary shadows

and we get lovely animals as they fall

when the bridge is tired of beatings and crime

hiding in the waves of time's covering


time nevertheless quiets down, oh

not so gently, drifting on tightly

shiningly, oh so slowly, with a diamond

and in our supposed dream we will remain


water is for fish and nests for birds

a flower blooms only so it doesn't wither


but a rushing stream without dove's light

only pigenocreek, the peace of sheriff's laws

is a nocturnal cat that forgets to land on its paws

as long as we are here in the golden glow


I'm addicted to the heart, it's just one

there's enough space, don't doubt, don't drown

water is for fish and nests for birds

a flower blooms only so it doesn't wither


I'm addicted to the heart, it's just one, it's just one.

a flower blooms only so it doesn't wither.


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Andrzej Feret
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