歲月詩歌 (4)

( The Death of Virius / Ivan Generalic )

Poetry is just the evidence of life
If your life is burning well
poetry is just the ash.

-- Leonard Cohen




The Faith / Leonard Cohen



The sea so deep and blind
The sun, the wild regret
The club, the wheel, the mind,
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The club, the wheel, the mind
O love, aren't you tired yet?

The blood, the soil, the faith
These words you can't forget
Your vow, your holy place
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The blood, the soil, the faith
O love, aren't you tired yet?

A cross on every hill
A star, a minaret
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?

The sea so deep and blind
Where still the sun must set
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet?


" The Faith " -- Leonard Cohen








Funeral / Ivan Vecenaj














Stef Halacek's funeral / Ivan Generalic














Studying father / Ivan Vecenaj














Flee, you people .... / Ivan Lackovic