Wetted earth when
I smell I have perfumes in the mind
From the mum of ground the body
From the games of naked
Small rain when they fall
They bring big embraces
But now they sent the crisis
And us him they stole also these
Say no in that in it drives crazy
You say no when in the soul
Voice does not come out
Say no you can
In a underground in the silence
Not closed
Say no in that in it dies
You say no in that in it drives crazy
You say no you can
In the trap
Cease being accountant
Thrown body in cardboard
Is the bed of time
Brought those that studied him
In seminars D.N.T.
Thrown body in cardboard
I see in my street everywhere
In the embrace of ground of mum
And in the shack of god
Cop.2012-Sakis Athanasiadis
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