End and Repeat - Alexandru Vakulovski

the road stretches ahead
like a piece of paper
burnt at one end

i’m stuck in the ghetto and only can drive
to the bus
then wander in circles
in my city
thinking of my room
and you

my heart is broken
asleep my breathing sleeps
i tear dogs from my lungs
and wonder how to save them

but really everything is so simple
somewhere or other my dreams collapsed
somewhere the thread snapped
you go back
where i am not allowed
to cross the border
and the only reaction
i can have

is my habitual puke
when i take you to the bus with
the road
burnt at one end

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Alexandru Vakulovski (born 1978) Moldova
Translated by Sean Cotter
Source Lyric-Line