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Privirea mea-i de mult pierdută-n zare,
Calc frunze așternute fără rând,
Mănânc mireazma ta îmbietoare
Și uit de tot ce este pe Pământ...
Pot sta aici, pierdut, o veșnicie,
Nu cred că mai există "ești" sau "sunt".
Aici nu-mi ceri nici taxe, nici chirie...
Vreau să rămân pe veci la tine-n gând !

Faith

We live,we kill,
we fight but still
There's no purpose anymore
God was killed too in this war.

Or that is what we should believe,

Because we all got so naive.

You think you know it all....TV?

internet,the library ?

they all have their purpose now

They don't want to show you how,

They just want to make you bow.

Bow before economy,money,christianity,

Blocking all the energy

When ,or what ,or why ,should be

Questions of the history,

We lost the capacity

To free -poor humanity-

But I have this warning now,

I won't tell you what or how

I'll just tell you that you'll bee

The same person when you'll see

The real end of misery.