The city is dying...
Let's say goodbye to her...
Before she close her eyes...
Before her cheeks get wet...
Before she win!!!!
Let's leave the war land...
By our own hands;let's cover our faces with the mud...
By our own hands;let's burn our sail!!!!...
The city had the cancer;cancer in her head....
and the struggle reasons are confused!!!!
Let's go out;Leaving her with our own desire....
Before our blood getting dried...
on our city ground....
And let's hold our bodies...our noses!!!...
we will know how after the time is passed...
When we know a meaning for the time...
And in front of our merrors...Spitting is done!!
Does the merror confusing here?...
So we loose our feet?..Steaming Dreams...here over our heads?...
Same like how it was in our city!!!!!!!
When the lips was moving the same like in the merrors...
We realized...That we was not..and now...
we don't know what we have in our pockets...
Here is what we are promised with;
Here is what we found:
The attracting body;for the night hours;...
And the old wine cup;never end;...
and part of ourselves realize that the balance of ourselves is dying!!;
and what we came for; searching for;was on our city borders:
THE WARM HEART ON THE CROSS CRUCIFIED !!!!!!!!!!!!