On Earth, good is a stranger,
Selfishness, like master leads,
the rich know, but not understand
this, and the poor realizing.
The smoke fly away by the time,
evils are defended by us,
we think we know everything,
but the music don't change the lyrics.
We are singing as loud as we can,
and we are trained by wine and drogs,
when we don't have food, and we feel bad.
Get yourself tricked, to be good,
with biting reasons you are full,
like the jungle with insects.
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Blanka, Borbála, Nóra and Fanni
2/26/2013 04:33:04 am
Human
In our (human) family goodness is a rare guest.
Like a dictating lord lead us: the selfishness.
Wealthy men understand this stupidly for a long time
Many poor people just begin to suspect it right now.
Every conjunciton clears up finally.
Unconciously hiding the wicked
We,who proudly think ourselves evenhanded.
The lyrics aren't changed by melody.
But we sing as loud as we can,
if we are hungry and sad,
train with wines and drugs ourselves.
Virtous being, who is well trained to delusion
We are full of a small, vitriolic cause
Like the rustling willow trees with mosquitos.
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Bálint
3/24/2013 08:11:08 am
Make a war, cause nothing,
That's the human being.
Everybody lives for himself,
Can't do anything else.
I hate the teachers, the lawyers,
I hate the world, all of the people.
I hate the world, because everyvhere is hurt,
People can't cleen their soul, It's dirt.
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