Translation
Erinnerungen
Brifwechsel zweier Freunde
My dear friend
Memories...
Sound and smoke if you ask me, but somehow they light up the night in a haze of crystal, the light refracts again and again in the shimmer to be carried away into the nocturnal silence. Beautiful and bad, but still memories that don't want to go away. They are circling in my head, running up and down in my mind's eye like old films. Repetitions of life that I can hardly assign, and your eyes again and again into which I look.
Why do I not recognize the face behind this shimmer, I do not understand that somehow it must be there, but no, only blue eyes that look at me, sad, abandoned and disappointed. If only I could turn this look into a happy one, a laughing one who looks at me to say: "I have forgiven you, I missed you too, why are you not back with me, why did you have to disappear without a word."
I had my reasons, I don't understand why I'm like this sometimes, I try to touch the face, as unfortunately I never did ... Why didn't you leave him, I would have been there, I would have done anything for you, why did it have to end like it did? Is it really all just smoke and mirrors just because I didn't know you, not enough to win your love? I want to cry but my tears seem too shy to show myself, your game of hide-and-seek forces me a tortured smile that doesn't exactly improve my inner restlessness, but it shows me that I still have feelings, my chest hurts, the ashes fall off my cigarette and the eyes slowly start to fade, but the memory of you will remain.
Memories?
Sound and smoke if you ask me, but the haze will lay over me again Night after night I will be torn until you report and answer me, speak the words I ask of you, free my heart from the iron grip of the reproach against myself, free myself so that I can free you and let's start from the beginning.
With this in mind, I hope for an answer from you soon, my dear friend. Greetings, Garry Gray
Sound and smoke? I can hardly advise you, dear friend, not only to keep your memories but also your eyes, hold them, don't lose sight of them, try to grab them, hold on to them and, moreover, don't forget your friends. If you are lucky, dearest friend, you should receive your reward for faith, you should see your eyes again, your lips, your whole face and maybe, but only maybe, your lips will lie on yours and free your heart from the iron grip that you spray.With these few lines and my very best wishes, I hope that you can follow the voice of your heart and drive away the blackness that surrounds your soul. Your friend and mentor Dr. Bellveu Blue
Sound and smoke if you ask me, but somehow they light up the night in a haze of crystal, the light refracts again and again in the shimmer to be carried away into the nocturnal silence. Beautiful and bad, but still memories that don't want to go away. They are circling in my head, running up and down in my mind's eye like old films. Repetitions of life that I can hardly assign, and your eyes again and again into which I look.
Why do I not recognize the face behind this shimmer, I do not understand that somehow it must be there, but no, only blue eyes that look at me, sad, abandoned and disappointed. If only I could turn this look into a happy one, a laughing one who looks at me to say: "I have forgiven you, I missed you too, why are you not back with me, why did you have to disappear without a word."
I had my reasons, I don't understand why I'm like this sometimes, I try to touch the face, as unfortunately I never did ... Why didn't you leave him, I would have been there, I would have done anything for you, why did it have to end like it did? Is it really all just smoke and mirrors just because I didn't know you, not enough to win your love? I want to cry but my tears seem too shy to show myself, your game of hide-and-seek forces me a tortured smile that doesn't exactly improve my inner restlessness, but it shows me that I still have feelings, my chest hurts, the ashes fall off my cigarette and the eyes slowly start to fade, but the memory of you will remain.
Memories?
Sound and smoke if you ask me, but the haze will lay over me again Night after night I will be torn until you report and answer me, speak the words I ask of you, free my heart from the iron grip of the reproach against myself, free myself so that I can free you and let's start from the beginning.
With this in mind, I hope for an answer from you soon, my dear friend. Greetings, Garry Gray
Sound and smoke? I can hardly advise you, dear friend, not only to keep your memories but also your eyes, hold them, don't lose sight of them, try to grab them, hold on to them and, moreover, don't forget your friends. If you are lucky, dearest friend, you should receive your reward for faith, you should see your eyes again, your lips, your whole face and maybe, but only maybe, your lips will lie on yours and free your heart from the iron grip that you spray.With these few lines and my very best wishes, I hope that you can follow the voice of your heart and drive away the blackness that surrounds your soul. Your friend and mentor Dr. Bellveu Blue