..punk. | final version
translated poem:
punkownica
-
Jarosław Pasztuła
to be such a rat
to live on the street
no one will break me
so much power inside
you will not take away my freedom
which lies within
the days pass faster
punks in suits
they pretend to be exemplary fathers
at the gates of hell
I'm waiting for the court
no one calls
the liver is a mode not to damage
watch out for alcohol because it's him
wastes our time
music love risk false
I genuinely gave
all of myself
I would give again
to live on the street
no one will break me
so much power inside
you will not take away my freedom
which lies within
the days pass faster
punks in suits
they pretend to be exemplary fathers
at the gates of hell
I'm waiting for the court
no one calls
the liver is a mode not to damage
watch out for alcohol because it's him
wastes our time
music love risk false
I genuinely gave
all of myself
I would give again
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