The Real Truth
Анатоли Кирилов Илиев (age killer)Раздел: Поезия на чужд език Цикъл:
When I open up the door there is only pain, only sorrow.
Whatever I try to do - it turns against me.
I am searching for myself deep inside my past.
Fillled with mistakes, filled with lagh.
Filled with everything I used to dream about.
Now I'm falling, not touching the ground - not yet.
Everything I wanted to be -
seems to be from far passed times.
There is sorrow, there are tears drowning all my dreams -
leaving me without faith, without hope.
And I'm searching for myself, deep, deep inside my past -
trying to find a dream that is still alive.
And there is sorrow, there are tears drowning all of my feelings,
leaving me without a will to fight for all those things,
that used to be the Real Truth for me.