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We are generated by pain,
Meetings, separation, icy palms
We keep the secret of the universe
Each outsider here
Know, let's knee-deep all the seas.
Silence is not honest?
Or will you call yourself an artist?
All notes are no longer known
All nerves are exhausted
managed to call himself an atheist
appropriate or it is not appropriate
but the scream of the soul of the surrounding systems
Rather, he will call you a hostage

It is difficult to distinguish kindness from venality
Wanting to help everyone and everyone
Thinking what we are doing right
hypocrite, forget about the rules
slide like clockwork, reach the edge

Often the day of great hopes, it becomes the next day,
You plan to conquer Budapest,
At first, everything and all do not care
but slowly find a gap
In their plans, thoughts, feelings,
You go consciously across.
I am offended by your madness
You do not play the rules, they are opposed to them,
Squeezing sycuscents to crunch.
Probably these experiences, anxieties,
Harring, impulses, words,
what flow from the endless channel,
They will never reach you.