A Word of Horror | version finale
poème traduit:
słowo horroru (wiatr_w_oczy)
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Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
You were born on the ward with your legs forward
The Pride of our Nation with all glory scored
Children sing songs about you in all the schools
You are in fans' and skins' verses when "mob rules"
And red carpets are woven for you to step
"Dolce (Vita) & Gabbana" are your pep
A man of honour, you gave a word of horror
You were heard by many a world explorer
You are an idol of this generation
But why are you ignored by every Nation?
Why were not you greeted by Obama's leg?
Why was not that mentioned in any news mag?
The Pride of our Nation with all glory scored
Children sing songs about you in all the schools
You are in fans' and skins' verses when "mob rules"
And red carpets are woven for you to step
"Dolce (Vita) & Gabbana" are your pep
A man of honour, you gave a word of horror
You were heard by many a world explorer
You are an idol of this generation
But why are you ignored by every Nation?
Why were not you greeted by Obama's leg?
Why was not that mentioned in any news mag?
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