Unemployment, unemployment
of these old miners
they sit
in non-stop bars
to get drunk.
Drunk miners
of this mining town,
Karvina of the miners,
Karvina cold town
of crazy women
in bars
flirting
for free drinks
and when the night is over
They say goodbye,
they go
like allegorical ghosts
in a fairy tale.
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