The Past
Like when uninvited guest knock on the door at midnight
as well as your past awaits you round the corner
She wears same dress, same hair and leather boots
She slowly limps behind you till she'll catch up with you
and says:
So here I am,
so tie me up,
invite me in,
if you know me.
I am your Past.
You have a handkerchief in your pocket, you made a knot on it years ago.
you forgot what you should buy in self-service shop a long time ago.
All you've lost on the road disappear like the trains on railways.
That girl is carring it in backpack, not give it back,
she just say:
So here I am,
so tie me up,
invite me in,
if you know me.
I am your Past.
The trees are higher and the grass is lower and there's growing wheatgrass on the meadow,
red trams moving to Kunčice* shine like pioneer.
Just your proud head stayed on your nape in the end
The conductors who drove you years ago, not live long time.
So here I am,
so tie me up,
invite me in,
if you know me.
I am your Past.
The figs aren't growing on the branches of apple trees and the forest won't grow from nettles.
What you didn't eat yesterday and that day before you have to eat today.
Salty almonds and sweetish grapes honey soaked.
You sit at the table ans she brings you some food for a lunch
and says:
So here I am,
so tie me up,
invite me in,
if you know me.
I am your Past.
Make up your bed and lie down to the wall, she'll snuggle up.
Those who were and passed will invite you today.
You call each one by his name 'cause you'll remember those names.
You wake up at the morning and she'll be there beside you curled up
and will say:
So here I am,
so tie me up,
you invited me in,
you know me now.
I am your Past.