A singer with a weak voice
An athlete with clumsy legs
A poet with no sense of rime
A tailor with shaky hands
...
They talk too much
But nothing they say
The noise they make
Is stopping my brain
...
In every room you enter
Every bottle of wine dies
You open many doors
Only the yours you can not find
...
The life is
sitting on the nails
Running over
devil's burning steps
...
Stop spraying your soul
with the venom of sludge and shadow
Take your soul and put it slowly
on a tender scented pillow
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The wind has lost his mind
He is desperately howling
as if he knows my feelings
...
Is there some poor guy
who wants to take my old days?
I am giving them for free today
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I am afraid of it
I don't know what it is
All my life
in the chains I live
...
Unwrap yourself
Don't break yourself
Don't create your barriers
Don't glue yourself to the bricks
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