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Why is the poet sad
Beads are scattered around the cold apartment
What's wrong with people in this world
Let's just look at the sky
Into the stars
It seems beautiful there
And we are serious at everyday life
We lived by the rules
But the rules are that
We cried and loved
And it's never too late
Eight in the morning
And I'm minuscule
I sit and wait for autumn
Not too late but not too early
There is an ashtray and a glass on the table
And in dirty sneakers down the street
Society is like a trap
Getting change and walking like I'm drunk
And don't ask me
I am that I am
My mistakes are countless
My basis is conscience and honor
Carrying your burden
With brothers like a gang
As if that tribe
Writing down a song I'm sad
To throw off the guys
Thank you for that by the way
There are patches on the pants
Modest and not shitty
I will lay without rolling cotton wool
And how can we live
For the minimum wage
And the hunt to break out somewhere
But hide your soul under the covers
Chasing cash
Difficult but necessary
And what did you want
Love and gold
And what did everyone do
Nature remains as it was
Leaving the laws
Killing live taking away
And the picture here is clearly not heaven
And in the background you can hear
From the dog barking booth