Poşet [English translation]

I dont worship you , dont call you even dont get angry with you

dont waste my time, dont rub shoulders I am just intrested in my business

I cant waste my time with you, I cant sin or swear

this is love , infrared , museum of the injured , I cant move

my pains are desires, sun slowly rises , I am in a closed cage

its just a bunch, feed it sometimes , I am two notes and a composition

I will put you in garbage I dont wanna waste a pochette

I will light a cigar I dont wanna waste the fire

Is love feeling sorry for the gone person?

carrying this sumpter?

scratching the wound?

ask me if I will find the good one?

will she flow inside me?

will sun rise?