Текст песни Бранимир - 24.11.2005

November 24, 2005

People live, they eat, they drown the earth,
Sorrow is multiplied, giving birth to a worthy change.
They spit on old friends.
Being in a rage, they forget the simple joys:
Look at the sea, love your neighbors,
Protect your mothers precious.
And people sometimes think something there
About the line beyond which all attachments disappear.
... Hmm! Problems so up to the throat:
No money, ladies throw
Work, a wolf's world (in which if you are not a wolf, the wolves will tear you like a hot water bottle!)
But when you stand and stare
Like cynical lads lowering your mother's coffin
Then all your sophisticated hypotheses about "life after life"
Scatter to dust ...
And to be there somewhere on hearing ... Need ... Career affairs,
Pennies, leftovers, coins, female bodies ...
And life is treacherously small ...
And everything is so small ...