Future ("Jövő")

Future


A dream
wrapped up in rime
That I see
in the cold clean shine                     
Your words, light as a feather
I gather
Falling from
a knoll of my soul:                         

To live every day
in the steel grip of compromise
To become despair-less
in the gate of Word Paradise…                 

We’ll triumph because we’ll be together
We’ll climb uphill hand in hand forever…            


Translated by Lucia Katona
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