Река, River

Music, lyrics, all instruments by Emil Biljarski Recorded, mixed and mastered by Márton Fenyvesi at Sinistra, Budapest Photo and video by Translation: Svetlana Komogorova Komata The therapist is speaking by the book to me. The wind is sweeping out the yellow leaves. I am in pain all day and night, you see. I miss you so, though everyone s online. The fragrance there beneath the hair of gold. The small firm breasts I loved so much to hold. The dreams of miracles and fairy tales and our children who we didn t make. The faith that was abundant in your eyes, the knowledge that you were there by my side and the world created here by us. I wonder how it lives without us It s flowing like a river between us not through us, as before, and thus I seek you and I seek you but I know: this river has it all but a bridge, and that s the law.