The flowers on the roof are few,
And beasts inside the basement crawl,
I don’t believe in anything at all…
At all.
And you?
You, go and watch, is there someone in disguise,
A stranger on the roam,
You’ll be the first to realise:
We have mistaken our home,
Our friends, our job, our family, and flag,
Password and numbers
And ourselves as well,
I’m one of those, who dwell,
Who have their lives to sell,
My pockets grow inside my soul,
Inside myself,
And I keep searching… searching…
Can not find a dime.
Dmitry Kosyakov. [In English]
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