Natalia Szroeder - Para

Too many things, too many tensions
running late, avoiding the rope.
For a few coffees, for a few photos and unnecessarily,
as a punishment as if again.
Once upon a time and me, once upon me,
it makes no difference that one plus will become.
I will pass my drive and my will will pass and my faces will be furious,
they won't hurt anymore.

I spend my sleep over my eyes like a executioner
and regret floods me again.
In these strange faces, fire, I kneel without a chance.
Who cares about my regret?

I eat too little, I sleep too little
I hear so much that I have to take care of myself.
Don't look for dramas, give yourself time before I get over
it usually takes a while.
I remember how May I enjoyed
sleepy smells and that's how you wanted to live.
And now May, and that's all my nonsense
and I don't dream of anything.

I spend my sleep over my eyes like a executioner
and regret floods me again.
In these strange faces, fire, I kneel without chance.
Who cares about my regret?

Who cares about my regret?
Who cares about my regret?


Too many things, too many tensions
running late you avoid the rope.
For a few coffees, for a few photos
and unnecessarily, as a punishment as if again.
Once upon a time you and you too,
it makes no difference that one plus will become.
You will pass the drive and you will pass the urge and your faces are furious,
they won't hurt anymore.