and everything they took took with hatred
and they did not even thank
and they thought they deserved everything
without the right competition
their way was straggly
and defective
defective
defective
like their soul
like their soul
the only curiosity came from enmity
what more do they do stupid to love
what do they say?
what they do not want to give us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem