30.08.2021
Schulz
Two warring gestapos lived in the center of Drohobycz,The first had his own Loew, the second had his own Schulz.
Loew ran a workshop in the town and he named himself a dentist,
At night the brothel was there, where the first Gestapo visited.
Whereas Bruno Schulz painted, he liked poems and discussions,
Another Gestapo had him, that was just interpersonal relations.
On the bad nights, on the bad nights, he made his girls available to the Loew leaderships.
In a sea of tears, in a sea of tears, Bruno Schulz abstracted Petrarca for the SS.
It was an introduction, it concerned a live that always somehow flies
And allows you not to spot the death.
It was an introduction, it concerned a live that always somehow flies
And allows you not to spot the death.
Hey!
There was a message from Truskawiec that supposedly something had started,
And in the nearby Drohobycz they fenced the ghetto.
And soon two peepers disputed a little again
And the other one, the one from Schulz slaughtered Loew in a day's work.
When the first one found out that they had killed Loew him,
Soon he caught up Schulz in the city and shot him off the other another.
And now, and now,
Schulz dances like in the world's best ballet.
This noise, a gong in the theater, some blackness and my father's eyesight and maybe a horse ...
And now, and now Schulz dances like in the world's best ballet...
The old-time theater, the old days, the old loss,
In the times of war, each carries its own weight.
After all, art is more important than biography.
Coincidence? But still...
If your benefactor has an enemy
And destroy his favorite...
Check if it's not time to start to packing up
And and looking for your place.
Check if it's not time to start to packing up
And and looking for new place.
Like Bruno Schulz in those years,
Like Bruno Schulz, even if it would be only that another world,
Still on the way to be, to live with a suitcase...
Like Bruno Schulz in those years,
Like Bruno Schulz, even if it would be only that another world,
Still on the way to be, to live with a suitcase...
Like Bruno Schulz in those years,
Like Bruno Schulz, even if it would be only that another world,
Still on the way to be, to live with a suitcase...