CharlotteRiddle

A SONG OF REVOLUTION Do you see the madmen stand screaming joyfully at you - their voices form a band, hands raising flags of red, white and blue. Know the stories bursting out like little whispers on the clearing. Our thoughts are full of doubt, many of us have been disappearing. We are not afraid of your long and petty guns; My friends, do not fret the blade pointed at our sons. Madmen are firmly standing atop the horrendous barricade nay, our hope will never fade - not until our last breathing madman is left commanding. Look at us, you filthy liars, hear your lies and tell the truth! Your lies are escaping from your flat and dirty tires

Namreč, tudi, če niso vse besede izrečene in boleče, potemtakem ni morja misli, ki bi jih sprejel. Ni srečnega konca, ni potokov solza ni tesnih objemov in poljubov do neba. Zato upam, da besede bodo izrečene; saj bi rada izkusila bistvo sveta in preden se trikrat obrnem bova padla čez rob neba.

Entwined fingers in the night, sun was almost shining bright; sweet wind has messed my hair and you touched it with utmost care. Thanks for loving me, my little bumblebee; thanks for being here when my eye made a tear. Stars are shining above, might be discovering the dove; which was showing us our path, let's just hope it's not filled with wrath. And then the morning comes, my hope gets crashed by those loud drums of reality and the fact we'll never be togehter is as light and filled with lies as a dove's feather.

Krst pri Savici [verzija Charlotte Riddle] Kad Bogomila sklene, da objema se ne bo 'taknila, tak meni branje ni b'lo pravo, vse skup' spominjal' je na neko kravo. A Bogomila, pametna! je Črtomira okol' obrn'la. Zdaj oba kristjana, med njima boleča rana. Nebes t'ko al' t'ko ni, vid'la se ne bosta do konca dni.