Better Days (Translated)

December 14, 2022

The motorcycle is running,

it has a motor,

a person sits on it

and drives it.

The balloon is nice,

but it pops,

a fleeting miracle.

You can still be happy,

watch how it floats!

Autumn leaves fall from the tree,

they crunch and flutter.

There will be colorful litter on the ground,

a hiding place for the hedgehogs.

What is eternal truth to me

may be a lie to you.

If you say it in black and white,

the world is still colorful.

A rain man walks in the rain,

doesn't get wet

and doesn't dry out.

Yet when the earth moves,

he does not fall,

he does not get stuck,

and he remains alive.

The most beautiful holiday of the year

is slowly arriving,

busy hands are working,

preparing for Christmas.

"The rays of the summer sun shine down fiery"

is how one of Sándor Petőfi's series begins.

Where did one of the doors

of the mystical key go?

I don't know,

I think the angel took it away.

Crossed stripes fleeing home,

loved by the Hungarians' god.

The light of the fire

glittered on their bright face

as they beautifully

described the letter creatures.

Beautiful, relaxing sounds

that make you sleepy

and lull you to dreams.

After all,

you also deserve

a little something relaxing,

right?

Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day,

but I didn't wear green.

The bird is singing in its nest,

trying to find a new place to live.

Unlucky, it doesn't even know

where its mother and father have gone.

My heart beats:

"Bump-bump, bump-bump!"

I can feel it

pumping blood in my chest.

Believe it or not,

God put a smile on your face.

Rain falls above my head,

wind blows behind me.

My head hurts from all this noise,

and I should be sleeping,

but I can't close my eyes.

Suddenly I fell asleep,

but opened my eyes again.

I finally fell asleep...

Goodbye means "Take care!"

And "Take care!" means goodbye.