Parkiebank, herfs 2017 [English translation]

you may find yourself

sitting in the middle of the day on a park bench

and then you think

how do these people afford these European cars and luxurious Tuscan prisons

you may think

in a poor country wealth is a shame, but

someone is always richer than everyone else

and you may think

what do I do

how can I sit on a park bench in the middle of the day?

and then I stay happily

because what to do here?

whom do I try to impress?

and then I think of myself

I'm not going to work for my life to do something one day

I'll start right now

we never do what we're saying we're going, right?

what are we still doing here?

this place is not ours

home is where your people are

my people do not have homeland

what are we still doing here?

this place is not ours

perhaps you think of yourself

I'm a product

I'm a marketing campaign

I'm a commodity

that's not how I want to raise my children

the middle class is a buffer

and we have to go out of here

hungry people do not stay hungry for a long time

the crazy people took control of the madhouse

and they are coming closer to the vault

in the dark the blind one is king

starving king with

starving adherents

and king is not long on his throne

I lay on the grass and listen to Lucas Maree

I suspect the heart works like the widow's jar

her heart is hurt because her husband is dead

and I can count on my fingers what is important to me