No need to argue | final version
translated poem:
Nie kłóćmy się (agat)
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Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
My head has gone bad
radical torment
sick of complaining
trapped between wailings
looking for quarter
in flowing water
oozing from tap
in someone's pad.
Upset as I am
I could go out then
gamble on dice
revel in vice.
Venting frustration,
this confrontation
won't anger me.
I'm right, you see.
radical torment
sick of complaining
trapped between wailings
looking for quarter
in flowing water
oozing from tap
in someone's pad.
Upset as I am
I could go out then
gamble on dice
revel in vice.
Venting frustration,
this confrontation
won't anger me.
I'm right, you see.
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