Fokofpolisiekar - Parkiebank, herfs 2017 Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Parkbench, autumn 2017

you may find yourself
sitting in the middle of the day on a park bench
and then you think
how do these people afford these European cars and luxurious Tuscan prisons
you may think
in a poor country wealth is a shame, but
someone is always richer than everyone else
 
and you may think
what do I do
how can I sit on a park bench in the middle of the day?
and then I stay happily
because what to do here?
whom do I try to impress?
and then I think of myself
I'm not going to work for my life to do something one day
I'll start right now
 
we never do what we're saying we're going, right?
what are we still doing here?
this place is not ours
home is where your people are
my people do not have homeland
what are we still doing here?
this place is not ours
 
perhaps you think of yourself
I'm a product
I'm a marketing campaign
I'm a commodity
that's not how I want to raise my children
the middle class is a buffer
and we have to go out of here
hungry people do not stay hungry for a long time
 
the crazy people took control of the madhouse
and they are coming closer to the vault
in the dark the blind one is king
starving king with
starving adherents
and king is not long on his throne
 
I lay on the grass and listen to Lucas Maree
I suspect the heart works like the widow's jar
her heart is hurt because her husband is dead
and I can count on my fingers what is important to me
 


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