Bleeding Hearts - translationWhat exactly where you hoping to find?Happiness, honeyis an expensive bottle.No matter much of your logic you sacrificeagain you'll quench your thirst tonightwith love and terror.We all triedCorpses that, exhaustedoccupythe shadows and corner tablesdrinking their lonelinessto the bottom of the glass.This is a kind of consolation, I suppose.The heart you have to offeris woundedand the mind crippled.So what? BesidesIt is the only kind you will find here.
Bleeding HeartsΉλπιζες να βρεις, τι ακριβώς?Η ευτυχία, ψυχή μουείναι ακριβό μπουκάλι.Όση από την λογική σου και αν θυσιάσειςπάλι θα ξεδιψάσεις απόψεμε έρωτα και τρόμο.Όλοι προσπαθήσαμεΚουφάρι
Today I feelToday I feel like horrible poetry.The kind one denies they ever wrote.Today I feel like a broken milk bottleand no one took the time to clean this mess up.Today I feel as tired like a pillow.And franklytoday I feel too tired to feel.
You can't grow flowers in a desertIt's not like I mean to do it.My thoughts just keep liquifying, untilthere's an entire oceanand beautiful small fishand bigger fish that Eat the small fisheven sea monsters swimming behind my eyesSometimes the skull will crack.Then they burst outThey burst into a Universe. But this one isn't prettyIsn't a universe supposed to be pretty?Instead, this one has stars, cruel like a gunshot, shining vulgarlyFestering Planets and Black Holes like gaping woundsHell, even the sun looks sickYou know, all I wantedWas to lay on the grass, to inhale dreams an the night skyTo have red flowers bloom in my chestInstead, I've become a desert.You can't grow flowers in a desert.