Marek Dusil Blend acoustic-indie / Praha

Time to time to come to Me

in the deeps of the night

my friend I was looking for

come here and lay next to Me.

I´m waiting that he tells Me truth,

this silence has tons like a rose.



(long) silent scream of my staring eyes,

blood is rushing even if (when) i´m quiet,

dreams are hanging on the lamps,

which are shining from the street

I´m wishing to have for You such a bright,

and shadows on my wall something browse


R.: River of honey, between the banks
my fingers like a shot
také ballons under clouds
like my empty ideas