Csendélet

A sors jobbra-balra rángat
Míg süti a hold pofánkat
Kertünkben nem állít magának palotát Kubla kán
Mert mi csak zöld taknyok vagyunk
Sokasodunk, szaporodunk
S szétkenődünk tüsszenetként a busz hideg ablakán

Furor Teutonicus

[Stefan der Schwabe]
All ye mighty Ladies and Lords!
Let me show my company!
Bow before my boreal hordes
You are in my custody!
I am Stefan, gentle-hearted
Leader of the Swabians
Your life will be soon departed
Your weak arms mean no defense!

[Roman Centurion]
I’m Centurion Flavius,
Servant of the Emperor!
My ancestors were patricians,
I’m a full-time conqueror!
You barbarians disgust me,
I have met your kind before!
Just an hour, and your dirty
Nordic blood covers the floor!

[Stefan der Schwabe]
What do you say, filthy Roman!
I finish you, just you wait!

[Roman Centurion]
Soon our hands will show your omen,
You will never reach the gate!

[The Visionary Chronicler]
It happens as I have forseen
On this dawn of German wrath
Human corpses cover all green
As the Romans fight to death
In a sudden, deadly moment
The Swabian stabs his sword
Through the chest of the old Roman
Before he could say a word

[Stefan der Schwabe]
As I told you, aristocrat,
Nobility’s not present
As you lay there, soon you are dead
It must be quite unpleasant
How we, the savage people
Crush the corrupt Empire
As we drown the Roman eagle
In eternal hellfire!

[Roman Centurion]
Regardless of what I say now
You will soon get through the wall
As no matter why, when or how:
Empires are born to fall
People blinded by the power
Control masses of their own
When it comes to zero hour
Someone else sits in the throne...

[The Visionary Chronicler]
It was death what their swords carried:
Soon the Empire perished
And the Germans gladly married
Local women they cherished
Some hundred years in the future
Once the rampant conqueror,
The student became the teacher,
Holy Roman Emperor...

Song to Autumn

I wake up in the deepest night
Under the light of sleeping stars
I mourn the times it was all right
When I didn’t have these deep scars
I sit down next to the fire
Where dark visions start to haunt me
My soul shakes from dead desire
Because I miss what we could be

I hear nearby minstrels singing
Sounds of flutes fill my emptiness
My spirit merges with the spring
I get far away from distress
And I hear the violins cry
My tears start to flow like rivers
I feel the spirit of love die
My body gives its last shivers

Why did it have to happen this way?
Why did we have to fail?
We said we will hold on, come what may
Why didn’t love prevail?
Springtime of my being starts today,
Yet I’m so sad and pale
Because Autumn is so far away,
She won’t leave me a trail...