Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face,

stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space,

to be where I have been.[1]

Predkratkim sem ti obljubil

zvezdo čisto blizu lune,

predkratkim sem ti obljubil

stihe poleg svile,

v spalni srajci sem te sanjal

bila si polna neprekinjenih ustnic,

v tesnobi senc si mi pokazala

morja božičnih ptic.

Lost in a dream of mirrors, lost in a paradox
Lost and time is spinning, lost a nightmare I retrace[2]

Sanje, sanje

so ustnice tvojega telesa,

sanje, sanje

čiste kot ljubezen na drugo potenco.

Čakaš na postaji mojega imena,

z nogavicami iskrenega nasmeha.

Now the wireless in my hand is ringing
The distance of our lives keeps spreading
Pounding I hear my heart, I’m not listening,[3]

ker blizu dišijo Ginesterini plesi

ker v turbolenci magnolije

okušam čustva

iz kašmirja in svile.

Patrik Holz