Szeged-Tisza

 

Cross across these empty plains,
Cross across these deserted streets,

Cross over the static waters of the Tisza,
Onto the plains where warriors rode.

And the Tisza it disappears,

For it is dark and lights fade,
But in that very darkness,
I can feel history lie.

And so I walk into that darkness,

As I listen, nature sings to me,
For I know I am surely alone,
And I continue crossing over openness.

And my thoughts fly away from me,

For freedom is all around me,
And to my land it moves fast,
For it is hard, in strife it lies.

Today or tomorrow this must change,

But how much more pain can they stand,
And for how long will they watch this,
These are question, I live in hope of answers.

And i can think of my loved one,
And alone left in my land she is,
A bridge to her must be being built,
For she must be delivered to a life she deserves.

And now I sit and ponder my next steps.
And the next towns for which I will feel,

The next moment which will stupefy me,
And leave me in awe of life.

Simply live each day,

And await the next,
For each brings something,
It’s the time to grow and rise.

I wish each of you the best,
And a world towards purity,
A change towards peace and love,
A change towards progress and happiness.

And I know each can change,

But thoughts must change,
And they can only change,
Once the tools of change are given so.

I can light a million matches,
But none might start a fire,
And so for a fire to start,
We must each light a million matches.

And a fire will surely start,

And from that fire we will see purity rise,
And a new race will be born,
Where respect and transparency shall rule.

Ill leave to go to the next,

For each town gives me that little bit more,
And that little extra which I use,
With which I need to rise.

But this night’s air is sharp,
And nature begins to penetrate me,
These sounds echo through my mind,
And my body is gripped in cold,

The trees sway faster,
And I can hear ancient stories being told,
And legends being repeated,
I am a man trapped in nature’s wreath.

But I must learn all I can,
And then return to this life I live,
Learn and spread all I wish,
And kiss the Tisza before the dawn.

From the banks of the Tisza,

From the city where the huns ruled,
From my heart to you,
Till we meet next,

Viszlat

Inspiration

It’s inspiration, right?
I mean look around you,
It’s that inspiration that takes you further,
It’s what makes you fly,
When days are dark,
It draws upon your strength to lift you,
It makes you cross each and every hurdle,
And it’s simple,
It lies passive all around,
And comes to life all the time,

It’s that faceless face ahead of you,
On the rising sun,
Or on that very setting sun,
In the next drink you drink,
Or the next corner,
Or move you make,
Or that image you see.
It’s there,
All around,
You don’t even need to look,
Open your eyes & it will find you,

It will be your elixir,
The one that makes you work magic,
The one that takes you to the next level,
The one that fulfills your wishes,
It turns dreams to reality,
Go now and be sought by it,
Just as I have, and so many more.