Zmarłym: Zostanwgrobie

#stayingrave

We died in spring
In autumn we still rot
Flies come out of our mouths
Evil gossip sisters
Perhaps nothing will change
When the neighbor keeps on coughing next door
Can you feel the pus oozing
In my head
From your mouth
And the walls are closer than yesterday
These walls, this refuge, fucking mirrors
There’s no point reading
Masked faces

Stay in the grave
When the dreams are contaminated
Stay in the grave
When the devil charms in the air
Stay in the grave
Nurture your dead breath
Stay in the grave
Don’t go out, there’s nowhere to go

On Monday I looked out of a window
At a Sunday morning in this city
It was always peaceful but
A woman with a child ran quickly
Maybe when the winter is gone
But it has little to do with it
The neighbor is quiet now
Ambulances pass by
I’m safe
I’m calm
I’m safe
I’m calm
I’m safe
I’m calm

Stay in the grave
When the dreams are contaminated
Stay in the grave
When the devil charms in the air
Stay in the grave
Nurture your dead breath
Stay in the grave
Don’t go out, there’s nowhere to go

(Zmarłym)