Sorsforgató [English translation]

Today I’ll step over the red ocean

and dip my cup into it.

The consecrated waterfall is rocking a new boat

downwind towards the precipice.

The heart is dark, as is the silence,

like the the well-known saint, bringer of the light,

like envy pregnant with anger,

like an image of hope for the future.

I’m waiting for Heaven to spread her legs,

I wish to maul the wings of others,

my desire is to take away everything, even more than what’s available,

this dark turner of Fate dazes me, it cripples me.

Those who tell out-of-pocket fortunes read the book backwards,

and the drunken, snotty world drinks in their words.

A new priest is chanting, you’ve seen this before,

sacraments can be numbered here.

I’m sweating when I’m dreaming, reality squeezes my nape,

when I’m dreaming reality makes me sweat.

I get sweaty when I’m dreaming, reality squeezes my nape,

when I’m dreaming reality makes me sweat.