Faraway

Far, far, approaching you, I walk the border forever, Forever? Into eternity, where my being has already given forever - desire, Desire, I no longer have what awaits the longing that flows into the distance, Which did not give me here, but pulls, takes me - through another life. Far, far, approaching you, I walk the border forever, I would have given myself to you, where we would have lived - for life. Desire, I don't have it anymore, you pushed me away, I suffer, your mark is on my grave. Cemetery, beautiful world, the wildflowers bend in the breeze on my neglected grave. Wild flower? It's not, bachelor rose, only the blade of grass bends over my grave. I'm already dusty. I haven't had a dust pod for a long time, my hope has disappeared, In the scent of a funeral, my soul moved towards you, surrounded me, Your blond hair was swinging, beautiful, mine was gray, already dusty. I offer you my memory memories. Three years of you were enough for me, In me, your memory is just an empty space, the screen is grainy, I can't turn it off, it's a short circuit. I look through the picture, there's something looming, Wondering, I move on with my camera in another life. I walk there, a breeze from the past touches me, I smell a London cemetery, An old lady died, she breathed her last, her last sigh was painful, She suffered, she kept his memory for someone, um, she didn't want to, but the devil took her, He took her inside, told her to remember him, she loved him. The name echoed: Vilmos, Vilmos, Vilmos... Dear Satan laughed at the lady, He yelled at her that" you can't get Vilmos anymore, he's long dead!" Vilmos