Glances

darling/ glances from heartland no longer look with sorrow/ behind the glass Daemons are cunning and are passing by in front of us raise us to the heaven or glance a little bit longer with the karma while your murderous image is swelling/ the stormy night takes... Demons clinging to the misty glass/ the outside of the glass is weary strips to the poverty inside the ancient times/ they drowse off to sleep there, broken tree branches/go Ravens have non-stop thoughts/look! they are flying and crying back and forth merciless windows/ hungry throats smelling the wind whipping their ragged wings woe! sweet natured eyes are harsh from now on do not glance from the behind of the glass in pain..! Günsel Djemal 25/9/2009