The street spirit just knocked me out.
If you do not have any regrets,
So tell me how,
How not to be mad
In the shallow ocean of life,
With those who (dare to)
smash butterflies in the skies/
Pray to the wall, find the mermaid,
Talk to the fish – it’ll tell you the point/
The city spirit betrayed your emotions,
New dawn will approve all your miserable cautions/
Your struggle is nothing/
Donate your dreams to the smog of the city/
Talk to the snow, don’t trust this light.
Start your best show – ask your veins how to fight/
Ask how to be out of glass,
How unload the disgrace
that is on your bleeding face.
In the screams of a fish you’ll learn,
That the city is a grave for those who have dreams.
And the addiction to city drugs will cause
A new wave of sickness.
Oh, yehhhh you’re a fake drama queen!
6 февраля 2011
CITY
© Copyright: Джулз Нюд, 2012
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