A keresés eredménye

White spots

I know there are wonderful lands in the world
Where invisible clouds
Conceal beneath them oceans
And unknown shores
 
But wherever I hide from myself
My white track will be visible everywhere
The world, covered with spots of all colors
Will become for me a shelter here on earth
 
So in the window of heaven's vault there are
Maps of vanished aerial seas
Inaccessible, like white spots,
In your and my geography
 
And wherever we hide from others
Our white track will be visible everywhere
The world, covered with spots of all colors
Will become for us a shelter here on earth