Chcel by som byť pes

Chcel by som byť pes,
život by bol primerane krátky,
lákali by ma i výkaly a zvratky,

a k životu by mi stačili i maličkosti,
ktoré by mi dával pán vo svojej veľkorysosti,
ako zbytky zo stola či kosti.

Odrezaný kvet

Lupeň po lupeni,

neustále sa mení,

krehká krása uväznená,

v nemom umieraní.

Left hand left right hand

We shared the morning –

with the cups of coffee steaming

and in the dance hands holding,

two steps left and two steps right,

to the Debussy’s Prelude no.8

In the middle of the day,

when there was nothing more to say,

naked in the bed,

with your hair on my arms spread,

we held hands tougher than before,

but I knew this will happen nevermore.

The afternoon was sad,

sitting on the different sides of the bed,

with no words, just looking to the wall,

I felt bitterness and cold,

and then I saw a blind spot,

my left hand left hand right.

Now it’s another morning,

and in this Café sitting,

I see your face everywhere,

it was a mistake made by frightened man,

it was a mistake, now I understand,

left hand left right hand.