Hodijo s smrtjo v srcu.
Smrt bdi v njihovih oceh.
Avtomobili skropijo blato.
Brez energije klonejo glave.
Droben dez zla pada v oci.
Lava trudnosti.
Delirium tremens.
Lakota.
Glad, glad.
O tvoje bele roke.
Kot sanja sumeca greš mimo!
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