In the stage Rubbish Commune There children little, a poor Almost of everythings stripped As a child stumborn Rebelions trying to start Mocking the autorities Or sucking up them, lyings In the stage Rubbish Commune Submissive finese valued is Nonconformity is tormenting To little children dazzle An idol they...

You have on display been put Told to talk to the crowds Whole theatre to the brim is busy Dressed fashionably, sat comfortably They gossip about you and themselves Are loknghow make buy succes Behind the scene you standing And pray: God be with us Then, pushes into stage...

She is not crazy Altough that call They about her Her colors only Red and black When she alone dances They make circle In amazement You are dancing Now with her And wine you drink here Together, anythink don’t care The poets describes her And rock band about her...

I’m not going to be slave I won’t give into circumstances That push me in one direction A multitude of circumstances Comers me Confusesme, extorts Coerces As I’ve fallen into a spider web Like I’m a moth circling a candles Like I’m sliding down A narrow crack into unknown...

These two people on the street Around alarming sunshine scream Remember them forever, see Eternal warriors are not a myth You are an echo of your era With subtle smile, so elegant You old-fashioned bow to me Raising his hat with dignity I’m rebelious girl, outsider Dressed already scandalously...

When someone locks you In the cage of his failures And feeds you With his despair and anger Then can set you free Your alienation and dreams But the poison of slavery Will weaken your strength And before you weaken an doubt All good powers call on Sing to...

I hang my anxiety on the trees Let it and my despair sway in the wind Let the sound of branches sothe my heart And may favor me the murmur of resinous juices Wandering inside the trunks I lean on the trunk as my closest friend This white willow...

A SHED FULL OF WONDERFUL BOOKS ————————————- When the children and animals opened the door of the shed,they stopped speechless with delight. In the shed there were several wicker chairs, a table and a lamp. And there were piles of old books around, there were a lot of them....

The sunday tram passes me Some luminous figures inside Magnetically, me attracts Its him! whispers my soul call Stop, son, run, and get inside! Pudle post-rain as see of tears Holds badly me soon back Resigned, I’m going away But now I hear upcoming footsteps Follow me with my...

I don’t want this love And ask it go from my heart Love doesn’t want to leave me And live the fateof homeless Why, you ask me, why You don’t want meto be with And I you saying answer Friendship is more power Long time you’re not love anymore...