Classic Poem

And God, open my lips

And God, open my lips.
Who sent me to speak and sing,
Strangle the frozen silence.
And my soul live organ
Just then Mr. sugalmas fingers
If all keys are white.
Seven colors of the sky on fire
And every life-life color and shade
Zeng flames flickering each other:
But rainbow sevenfold grace
Become one wants gyozelmesedni
And being a rich white.

Suggesting the soul, open my lips:
Elrobbanasig rich behind
The pent-up hot, clean it.
I want to say, for all,
Many expect poor word!
Brother-verb show
The deep desert wild,
Things that vegigvanszorogtam.
It tore, megkoptatta
Nice one my robe.
I want to say: vereimnek
Ösvenyes finger offer
The road sign party standing,
Shout, shout.
That can not be, oh no free
How Labirintos, kazamatas
Bürokviragos my ways
they also vegigverejtekezzek,
Vegigverezzek
Gyilokhegyes many lableso stone.
That can not be, can not, can not,
How do you see other
Everyone brother you will not see
I showed unto me,
The fiery visions,
A happy, happy secrets!
Oh, impossible, impossible,
So as not to cry out, do not cry,
Do not Sing
The infinite hiding me!

Open, open, spirit, lips,
Szetkialsam to everything,
Theirs can be everything!
Let me bring them templomodba,
Young men, white, happy.
God's eyes are mirror tüzebol
Kelo spring unbroken face
Let me smile skyward.
S is ahead of you dear souls,
White-altar two first washed my hands,
The safe-holocaust.