János Bródy: What can I (possibly) do (Mit tehetnék érted)
I wasn’t born a magician, miracles I cannot do
You know I’m not the good fairy, who appears out of the blue
But if the dark clouds around your face cleared like the morning mist
I would surely know that miracles still exist
What can I do, my dear, to chase away your gloominess
To break that evil spell in your soul’s very depths?
What can I do, my dear, to let your heart be full of joy?
What can I do? Please tell me now!
I don’t have a magic wand that makes anything disappear,
And there are so many things around us, that refuse to go away
But if the dark clouds around your face cleared like the morning mist
I would surely know that miracles still exist
What can I do…
I don’t have seven-mile boots or an invisibility cloak,
I cannot promise I’ll be here forever, our lives are like a puff of smoke
But if the dark clouds around your face cleared like the morning mist
I would surely know that miracles still exist
What can I do…
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