The sun that once burned, the house.. old and gray it turned.
Päike mis põletas, maja ilu lõpuks hävitas.
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In the Name of the Rose
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In the name of the rose, I didn’t falter but chose
Selle roosi nimest, mõistus oli pimest’
Derelique
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Aeg,
Ta hammustab.
Tuul,
Ta lammutab.
Time,
It bites.
And wind,
She fights.
The Void
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Koht on, aga tühjust täis. Troon, kuid troonitu. Päike, las helendab.
There is a place, but it is filled with emptiness. There is a throne, but it is vacant. The sun, let it glow.
Another One
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Külm päev. Ja lõpp ta tuleb.
A cold day. And it ends.
Las Ma Lähen
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kusagile sinna. Lihtsalt. Mere peale seilama. Kuni tuleb sadam. Minu sadam. Ning saan seal puhata
Somewhere over there.. Just.. Sailing out on to the sea. Till I meet the port. And I can rest there.
Hold On
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Hoia kinni. Ka siis kui valgust ei näe.
Hold on. Even when you don’t see the light.
Taj Mahal
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Vahetevahel juhtub nii et kingakannad löövad tuld, igatsust ja ootust. Kuid need kingad oma kandadega on seal kingariiulis. Ootamas seda hetke… Nagu tõusvat päikest. Seda hetke kui su parem käsi nende järgi haarab ning asetab esiku põrandale. Sa oled valmis. Minekuks. Paned need kingad jalga. Ja.. Astud. Sinna poole kuhu tõmbab hing.
Sometimes it happens that the shoes are filed with fire, anticipation and desire. But them shoes is in the shoe closet. Them wait for the moment.. Like the rising sun. Waiting for the moment when your right hand picks them up and sets them down to the floor. You are ready. For the go. You put them shoes on. And.. Step outside. Towards the place your soul desires.
Autumn day.
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Oli kord sügispäev.. ja päike paistis. Ja aeg.. Aeg tol hetkel ei liikunud edasi. Istusin hetkeks saunapalkide peale, mis ootasid seina minemist. Nautisin seda hetke, seda päikest, seda kohvi mu tassis. Ja ma sulgesin silmad. Oli hea. Aeg ei eksisteerinud. Oli vaid päike. Kohvi. Ja heinamaa.
Once upon a time there was an autumn day.. and the sun was shining. And time.. in that moment time did not pass. I sat down on the logs that were still waiting for their turn to become walls in my sauna house. I enjoyed that moment, the sun, the coffee in my cup. And I closed my eyes. It felt good. Time did not exist. There was only sun. Coffee. And the grass field.
Stop. Salinõmme.
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Mõnedes kohtades ajal on teine mõiste. Ta on hoopis teine dimensioon. Ta on.. aga tundub hoopis teisena. Sa koged seda.. Kuid teisiti. Sest aeg.. seal.. on ajatu.
In some places time has another meaning. It is a totally different dimension. It feels.. as something.. totally different. You can feel it.. But in a different way. Because time over there.. is.. timeless.