Can’t, but must say that we back again
We can be with thousand or a million but we still alone
Because no one care and no one like us anyway
And there’s no surprise and there’s no voice
Sliding down on their platform of noise
There’s no question and there’s no answer
And there’s no acceptance or rebels
I’m just a revolution in myself
Don’t blame anything or anyone
No really cares about people like us
You need to be cynical to not disappear
And everyone just kick us down
But now we must live our life
And everyone was born with blood and pain
That’s the welcome to the life you get
And it maybe is a clue and maybe a description
But people are not like us
So don’t expect, don’t expect anything
Don’t expect heaven and don’t hell
People they just meaningless expressions
When we are the world’s only sense
It’s to so tough to take the feelings down
Tired of colours, tired of lines
But they the only poets we can revive
We don’t belong here
We don’t belong anywhere
But maybe we come to find
Every reason that keep people alive
Maybe we will feel love again
And do everything that’s enough alive
Distance we need...to not break apart
Distance is the knife in you and me...
And no one care and no one want to see
How great we could be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem