Bottles with Fear | final version

translator:  Caveman1

translated poem: butelki z niepokojem (~Lidia) - Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
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in the old bednight tables
in the room without handles
there are many pill labels
closed with zips against vandals

tell me then the solution
how to reach all the strange pills?
hands shaking revolution
drop the key - as if in thrills

if only I could often
day by day take all the pills
all my aches would then soften
I would have no more these thrills!

"daily we want to consume
these tablets though they are dregs"
the patients sing in this room
though they are pulled by their legs

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