The Fragrance of Love (A szerelem illata)

A sweeping wind soaking everything / And drying its time-bandages on my back. / I’m undecided between dream and reality.
The Golden Tram III.

The Golden Tram III. (Aranyvillamos harmadik szakasz)

our Lord / if you are indeed / an invention of ours / and we are / creations of yours
The Golden Tram II.

The Golden Tram II. (Aranyvillamos második szakasz)

Blue-bleached clouds are / grazing over the camp / servantwinds scrub / the night clean / time sits around
Aranyvillamos

The Golden Tram (Aranyvillamos)

this snowfall smarts / I’m in it up to my neck / waiting for you / since this morning