THE DREAMS - PUBLIC PROSECUTORS
Nerves are crushed, ideas are scattered.
Lines are written, strips are imposed.
Dreams - prosecutors smoke cigarettes-
Again will kills me their questions.
Children's secrets, ridiculous prophecies.
I know, there will be only a loneliness.
Strange dreams - crossroads of desire.
There is no him a limit and there is no justification.
Morning meets a smile uncertain,
As if that nights last also was not.
Circulation never will end -
Morning and night… a meeting and loneliness.
Nerves are crushed, ideas are scattered.
Lines are written, strips are imposed.
Dreams - prosecutors smoke cigarettes-
Again will kills me their questions.