4000 Watts

This a simple translation of one of my hungarian poem without rhymes...

The bottle swung next to me.
The shivers blink and want blood...
Time stopped, my ears became deaf.
Who will see me ,when I cry?

Treasure of my being is the luck...

Yesterday the landscape became alley.
They dropped me like an old book.
My soul is an immersed tank.
I know you forget me easily.

My soul play alone on violin...

In vain nowhere any work.
If I see my parent's eyes,
hurt me weight of inertia.
The pain carry off my hands.

This scruple beat me on my heart...

I am a machine in the volley.
I march (maybe forever).
Somebodies always chase me,
I can't become a stone.

4000 Watts make me...

Reviews

[Stephen]

Don't feel bad! If you want then here's a Rhyme in your poem, buddy :-

The bottle swung next to me,
The shivers blink & Heart bleed,
Who'll see me when I do lament
Time stopped, ears become deaf

Yesterday, the landscape became alley
The dropped me like a book when I was in rally
My soul's an immersed tank
I know, I love being 8 pack's creature
because hot chicks hate being over the belly

Am a machine in a volley
I love playing black black with "Miss Molly!"
because...4000 watts electrifying me
N my hot warm 4000 watts "Body!"

Hope, you like it, buddy!

[Steven Croat]

thank you for your attention and your time what you spent with my poem :)
I like your version!