'The Garden of my hopes' by Olga Krykun feat. Milica Mijajlovic at Zadní dvorek, Prague

I'm a piece of dust and the light protects me from the rough darkness of your eyes.

I am a refugee hero, scared, crushed and torn.

Pillars of my sky smell of mimosa, wormwood and poppy.

Treasury of my spirit is full with knives and grace.

Everything that flashes and sparkles keeps me away from you and me.

Your abysses are no longer my seas and my rivers.

Reflections of your weapons are no longer my only stars.

Thousands of abysses cannot reflect the depth of my unrest.

Thousands of eyes looking at me not noticing the holes on my chests.

The jugglers are leaving, followed by tigers and lions in cages and shackles.

Your gaze seems tired and  you would no longer have the strength to torture me.

Weakness already breaks your insolence and arrogance.

Something is starting to shine so brightly that even your shadows disappear

And in light of this I am trying to hide.

I'm just a grain of sand on the island far away from you.

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