Life should be filled
And I filled it with Hashish smoke and
Vodka drops and silly small talk
Singing Aicha song and longing for a lucky card.
Daily, I poked fun at serious faces
Who kept an eye on their wristwatches.
I let my mind-watch be my faithful guide
And months and years only one long, black day.
As a chick, I sought my seeds
From my mum’s cold and black hands;
And I overslept daily in her dirty lap
Near our Founty shanty’s doorstep,
Waiting long for my dad’s undesirable return.
Once there, it was the start of his daily din,
Vibrating, screaming, insulting and cursing all night
Before my mum’s weeping eyes and stars’ bright light.
I grew up with fears and tears
The harsh song of life tuned in my ears,
My dad was her best singer and we her perfect chorus.
I climbed my age with a cracked-mind.
I hated the alphabet that I’d never learned.
I despised the toys that I’d never touched.
I detested the man that I ‘d certainly never be.
I grew up simply staunch to sleep,
A fan of cards and drops,
Paying common visits to famous prisons
For a week or two, a month or three.
As a cock, I had a belief stronger than a rock
And as weak as my mum’s weeps,
That man’s life is useless without a mark,
Empty without a trace!
Shame on a man who died like a cockroach!
A disgrace to a man forgotten right after his mourning!
A defective scratch on a nose never sneezed in history’s face!
I, at least, had a point
In the history’s book drawn in white magic paint.
My finger was poking through life’s trousers.
I’d given birth to one,
Two, three, four…chicks
To fly away and relate
My sleepless nights to their classmates.
They’ll remember and proudly describe
Their dad as the hero of the night,
A golden necklace on women’s necks,
A sweet candy between a virgin’s lips.
With a tender touch of my magic finger,
I threw them in a deep seabed,
Throbbing, swimming and burning inside.
Yeah! Yeah!
Again! Again! Again!
Yearning for a feeling of release
I never felt limp in fiery heat.
Never gave up the swim first.
Again! Now! It comes!
The spirit came in,
And the inspiration broke out.
In the mirror, candles’burning light seemed dim,
My back shrunk and my hair whitened
My cough was so bad and my bones so slim.
My climb was reaching the end, I thought.
I looked around and heavily wept.
And I filled it with Hashish smoke and
Vodka drops and silly small talk
Singing Aicha song and longing for a lucky card.
Daily, I poked fun at serious faces
Who kept an eye on their wristwatches.
I let my mind-watch be my faithful guide
And months and years only one long, black day.
As a chick, I sought my seeds
From my mum’s cold and black hands;
And I overslept daily in her dirty lap
Near our Founty shanty’s doorstep,
Waiting long for my dad’s undesirable return.
Once there, it was the start of his daily din,
Vibrating, screaming, insulting and cursing all night
Before my mum’s weeping eyes and stars’ bright light.
I grew up with fears and tears
The harsh song of life tuned in my ears,
My dad was her best singer and we her perfect chorus.
I climbed my age with a cracked-mind.
I hated the alphabet that I’d never learned.
I despised the toys that I’d never touched.
I detested the man that I ‘d certainly never be.
I grew up simply staunch to sleep,
A fan of cards and drops,
Paying common visits to famous prisons
For a week or two, a month or three.
As a cock, I had a belief stronger than a rock
And as weak as my mum’s weeps,
That man’s life is useless without a mark,
Empty without a trace!
Shame on a man who died like a cockroach!
A disgrace to a man forgotten right after his mourning!
A defective scratch on a nose never sneezed in history’s face!
I, at least, had a point
In the history’s book drawn in white magic paint.
My finger was poking through life’s trousers.
I’d given birth to one,
Two, three, four…chicks
To fly away and relate
My sleepless nights to their classmates.
They’ll remember and proudly describe
Their dad as the hero of the night,
A golden necklace on women’s necks,
A sweet candy between a virgin’s lips.
With a tender touch of my magic finger,
I threw them in a deep seabed,
Throbbing, swimming and burning inside.
Yeah! Yeah!
Again! Again! Again!
Yearning for a feeling of release
I never felt limp in fiery heat.
Never gave up the swim first.
Again! Now! It comes!
The spirit came in,
And the inspiration broke out.
In the mirror, candles’burning light seemed dim,
My back shrunk and my hair whitened
My cough was so bad and my bones so slim.
My climb was reaching the end, I thought.
I looked around and heavily wept.
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