Crimson: Epitaph – “… but I’m afraid there will be tears tomorrow…”

To remember my loved ones

8:46 a.m

A concise, beautiful, painfully beautiful and incredible opus of rock history: “told” in 8 minutes and 46 seconds.

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The most beautiful
creation

I was 4 years old when this work was born…
One of the most beautiful creations in rock history was born in 1969.

“QUENCH YOUR THIRST WITH US!”

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“SIP
IN US!”

A thousand times in a row…

I listened to it for the first time when I was 25 years old and on that day, 34 years ago, on June 16, when my foster father died, a thousand times in a row, then a year later and since then, when we lose a dear, beloved Friend, Brother…

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Confusion

I don’t know what I want to see written on my grave, but not “Confused”…

Excellent value

This great opus was of great value to my heart and soul when I lost two dear people: my foster father, György Pócsik and Lajos Lányi, my choir director…

I will keep them

I do not deny: they are with me in my heart, in every vibration of my being… and I have preserved them… I carry all their fond memories of them!

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Everything…

Smiles, pains, sorrows, joys, everything that reminds them…

“Meeting”

… and it will continue to be this way until I leave one day… and the joy of “meeting” them will be great…

… one more time…

… and of course with everyone who has already thrown off the shackles of this earth from themselves… because this hope is there in me, isn’t it, and I’m sure that it’s in all of us, that one day…

… and we can hug each other forever..

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I think of them fondly with this song too.

Epitaph

The prophets put it on the wall
the crevices creak.
Of the instruments of death
the sun is shining so bright.

If it’s a man, everything falls apart
to dreams and nightmares,
no one wreaths with laurels,
when the scream is drowned in silence.

“Confusion” will be on my grave,
as I wander an ancient path
when you’re ready, smile back
but i’m afraid there will be tears tomorrow
yes i’m afraid tomorrow is for tears
yes, i’m afraid there will be tears tomorrow.

Between the iron gates of fate
seeds of time (scattered)
and is watered by their actions
who are known and (who) know.

Knowledge is a deadly companion,
if no one makes a rule,
I see the fate of people
in their hands, they are held by fools.

“Confusion” will be written on my grave,
as wanderers on an ancient path,
when you’re ready, smile back
but i’m afraid there will be tears tomorrow
yes i’m afraid tomorrow is for tears
yes i’m afraid tomorrow is for tears
tears, tears,
I’m afraid there will be tears tomorrow.