Swim in cloudy waters
The following days
Wait for the end here
Float in too heavy air
Of almost nothing
To whom to tighten the hand If I must fall of top
That my fall is slow
I found repose Only in indifference
However I would like to find innocence
But nothing has sense, and nothing goes
Everything is chaos
In side All my ideals: words
Damaged
I search my soul, which
Will be able to help me
I am
Of a generation
disabused,
Disabused
Who could prevent me
To hear everything
When reason collapses
To which breast devote itself
Who can pretend
To rock us in the belly
If death is a mystery
Life has nothing loving
If the sky has a Hell
Say month,
In these opposite winds how
to be taken there Nothing more has sense,
nothing more goes.
Πάρε φιλιά, πάρε καρδιά και μη νοιαστείς για μένα.
Πάρε ό,τι ζει κι άσε με εκεί
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