I am going to walk for a very long time,
and I'm leaving to find fists which draw themselves again,
I'm going to look without shame,
For the blows which hit me,
For easy violence.
I am going to be walking all the time,
And I'm leaving to force the aggressive stares.
I always go to the front,
I can't wait to find
Easy violence
It's
Christmas in May, I didn't drink anything
Bottom of the building, you didn't see anything
When I come forward, furious,
with my leash off*, pale lips
Draw the birds to me,
The dried blood on my skin,
The guys laughing out of fear that,
my boxing illness* will hit the mark.
I am going to walk for a very long time,
and I'm leaving to find fists which draw themselves again,
I'm going to look without shame,
For the blows which hit me,
For easy violence.
I am going to be walking all the time,
And I'm leaving to force the aggressive looks.
I always go to the front,
I can't wait to find
Easy violence
It's clear ideas that I'm waiting for,
A mallow flower emerges on the temples,
Solitude is perfect, when it hits you,
nobody cries.
Morning fever, new air,
I'm done, I'm going to let them go.
Oh, the wounds, they're gone now, I've known worse,
I've known shame.
I am going to walk for a very long time,
and I'm leaving to find fists which draw themselves again,
I'm going to look without shame,
For the blows which hit me,
For easy violence.
I am going to be walking all the time,
And I'm leaving to force the aggressive looks.
I always go to the front,
I can't wait to find
Easy violence