It's Snowing Through The Night

It's snowing through the night.
I hearing the voices of a distant shores.
I'm looking for words
like for precious jewels
and working them into a fabric of my mind,
under the hard shell of everyday vital nonsense.

I found pride and humility breathing.
I'm walking through darkness of an empty street.
A quiet song wants to be born.
I'm on the heaven's door.
Crowds of shadows wreck me inside,
wreck all I long to touch...
Hope... Love... Freedom... Death.
My feet are freezing
and it's snowing through the night.

(Noci pada snih)

Noci pada snih.
Slysim hlasy brehu dalekych.
Hledam rym jak vzacny sperk na pysna slova,
laskava souzvuci a vpletam je
do tkane nevyrcene mysli.

Dnes vecer ja jsem bohudiky daleko,
vyse vsech podstatnych nesmyslu.
Dnes vecer chci byt poulicnim pevcem,
jenz neviden zpivat bude pisen,
kterou nikdo neuslysi.

Stojim u nebeske brany
davy cizi pred sebou, nici me nitro,
vsechno, co krasneho chci znat
nadeji – lasku – svobodu – smrt.
...nohy mrznou a noci pada snih.