The Evil Boy
Written by Pavel Maira

How many roads to I have to choose? Everytime I do, I loose!
How many times do I have to say, it's going to be OK
Why don't you come out and tell me the truth
It's the best you can do

So why are you still here
Step back and don’t forget your gear
She is sad and you are glad
It’s best you go before I do something bad

I guess you don't realise what you said
I think you don't understand what's in your head
Why are you so violent and mean
I hear your name, it makes me sick, you're unclean

Written on June 19th 1998
© 1998 Pavel Maira
 
 
 
 
 


Brevet till Marie
Skriven av Pavel Maira

Jag hälsar dig och tackar för ditt brev
dock har jag inte mycket att säga om den situation som det blev
Han må ha sagt trevliga saker, men inte den senaste tiden
I alla fall det som jag hör
På resan hem från staden nämnde han saker till mig
Han nämnde om grillfesten som du hade, folk som kom till dig
Han nämnde Henne fast han vet att han inte får
Inte tänkt på att ens höra namnet påverkar mig, hur jag mår
Annars har jag mått bra, ty denna otrevliga och krossande
situation som min känslor har dragit mig i
Men livet kan inte vara utan smärta, dock tycker jag
att det är det enda ur livet som jag får
För mig är livet en glaskula som på vissa ställen är förvrängd
och förstörd, det finns tider då man inte får sig hörd
I nattens mörker, kommer du vara skönhet som står
I nattens mörker, kommer man att höra din röst
Tycker du det är intressant att leta
Jag ville inte lyssna, det finns saker som jag inte bör veta
Skriv mer till mitt brustna hjärta, jag vill veta mer av dig
Berätta för mig om hur du mår, se hur det läker mina sår
Din vän, poeten, från mörkret han kommer med ett svärd
Riddaren i silver, han som aldrig blir lärd

Skriven den 28 Juni 1998
© 1998 Pavel Maira
 
 


Scorpio
Written by Pavel Maira

The Sleeper has Awaken, his enemies shall not be forgiven
The Dark Knight has made his decision no mercy will be given
Dark Knight, a dark scorpio crawling out of the shadow of your feet
His dagger will hit your naked flesh, soon you'll feel the burning heat
Now you can't say the humiliating words you use to say
Now you don't have more time, tomorrow is mine, you shall never see a
brighter day
Tell me how does it feel to smell the soul of my shoe
Does it feel good, I don't think so, now tell me the truth
You should have thought of this long before
You are nothing, a pathetic whore
Does your friends like to tease me too
Is it like that, Is it really true
Maybe I can share your pain with them, now tell me who they are
They won't come from my burning eyes, even if they are really far
Oh, them too, the ones who pretended to be my friends
And I really believed them, thought that they were the helping hands
Well, there is still time left of this day
I really hope that this would be in another way
Your death is not painful, not enough
Your scared look really amuses me, it makes me laugh
D'you know how this is enjoying me
Your burning white flesh, I wish you could see
I am usually not this angry, not this mean
But since you haven't stop bothering me, I have to show a side which no one
have seen
Do you hope for an amnesty with me?
Well think again, that shall never be!
Oh this is so incredible, this is so great
To let go of the anger, to let go of the hate
You shall be my first pray, my world is grey
You shall be killed by my own hands, never have the chance of running away
The day has ended, the time is here
Now I know what I want, I see it clear
Just relax and don't fear
Ripping your heart up, no one can hear you scream
You think that this isn't true, It's all a dream
It's not a dream all is true, now that you're gone from my domains
My moment has come, but my memories remain

Written on July 15th 1998
© 1998 Pavel Maira
 


Blue water
Written by Pavel Maira

I sat and looked down on the water, reflection in the eyes was blue
Blue Water in the sea, do you remember me, shall I give you a clue
The water was still, when a tear dropped just beside
I turned my head and saw a girl who tried her eyes to hide
Who is she, why is she crying
Perhaps she isn't there, perhaps my eyes are lying
Her beautiful hair, it shined and reflected the colour of blue
Can I make her happy again, I do not know what to do
Blue Water in the sea, can you tell me how shall this be
My thoughts are mixed, I'm blinded by love, I can not see
Her white skin looks so soft and innocent, her lips are bloody red
Her blue eyes are arousing, they are turning up my mind, she's in my head
I want her to forget the sorrow, help her out of her cry
Give her wings, let her live don't want her to die
I remember the time when I was young
I was standing by the lake, I stood there very long
Looking to my own reflection in the water, I noticed someone on the other side
It was the same girl as now, standing by the blue water, trying her eyes to hide
She then disappeared into the clouds, I do not know why
But I still remember the water, water of blue, blue as the sky
I just couldn't be quiet, I had to do something, something to say
I said ”Hello there, how do you feel, it is a wonderful day!”
She smiled and laughed, the cry was turning into joy
It made me glad, it turned me into a happy boy
She then stood up and took me by the hand
She said ”Let me take you from here, to a foreign land…
…with beautiful landscapes and people like you and me”
Come with me and you will see
I took a step forward and entered with her
The land was beautiful, like my homeworld and like she
Birds singing, people in joy, we are alone here
And as we kissed the moon rose up, it was so clear
Oh…Blue water, blue as the sky and the sea
You’ve showed me happines, how can I repay you, how shall it be?
I am thankful for showing me the undiscovered country, this new land
Tell me something, nothing is to great to ask, whatever you demand
Blue water blue as the sea I will remember you, remember me too…

Written on July 18th 1998
© 1998 Pavel Maira