Under the same litter
The same old thoughts
I'am passing my night hours
With serious emphasis
How many races for tomorrow
At which door I am to knock
Tired of wandering
To gain my bread?
If I'll receive a denial
Hardly falls like an oath:
Hit like of a slap
Over face or hearing
If you'll give me a recipe
How to pass from a day to other
That the change from Malta
When you see it at leisure,
Brought us freedom:
Helplessness and silence
Leaving to other the wealth,
Which have invaded the city!
Under the same litter
The same old thoughts
At night peep in my ears
Greedy ugly monster
(translated from romanian)
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