"I", that´s the word I did not find the meaning of
L.A. that´s my name or it should be it least, but what else?
Of course I know who I am, or how I am,
but who else knows that?
Some people knew, but they are gone
Gone forever, for years, moths, a while,
For a certain period of my life?
But still...
Where in the hell? Who cared? who knew?
Children walk, they seem to be happy
Just like that, so purely, so simply
Simple...hmm..
Why? , fuck !
Mr. Hviezdoslav is staring at me, he looks very serious
Time will pass, but he´ll be like that forever
What happened to him?
He fought, he knew what for, I don´t
But would he tell me that it was worth of it?
Some´d say it was, but what is his opinion?
He looks very concerned
There is a pidgeon sitting next to me
I always hated pidgeons, I thought they were stupid
But no, they are ok, pidgeon X my silent friend
I am very silent lately too, so we´ll be great amigos
German grandmas gossip, girls admire and boys are jealous. But none of them knows...
I want to stay here forever
Mr. Hviezdoslav stares, my pidgeion friend hops, children walk
All the same all over again
But time passes and there is still no point.
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antinim
10. 10.októbra 2010 15:31
moja rec!
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