Akarod Még?
Akos
Do You Still Want It?
I'm a besieged city,
And yet you still live in me,
Or maybe you've already moved out
Long ago?
I don't see you, I just imagine you,
Each night different,
But you must know,
That you're beautiful every night.
We're a shabby little theater,
Not playing a good play,
My beautiful little prima donna,
Save the performance,
I'm the author, a strange creature,
I'll write you too,
But you still need to learn the song better.
From the lover's bed
To the deathbed
I can accompany you,
Do you still want it?
You can have the Universe,
Do you still want it?
The intention itself
Is a beautiful game,
So don't be afraid of it,
Do you still want it?
You can have the Universe,
Do you still want it?
You're a lost war
And sometimes I pity you,
It seems like you forgot
How to love freely
You got scared, didn't even realize,
You rejected the poem when it reached you,
You thought
You were even more beautiful than the night.
From the lover's bed
To the deathbed
I can accompany you,
Do you still want it?
You can have the Universe,
Do you still want it?
The intention itself
Is a beautiful game,
So don't be afraid of it,
Do you still want it?
You can have the Universe,
Do you still want it?
