Human, he is my younger brother.
He is stupid as a seal and thinks he is smart.
They even preschoolers
put on pants and skirts.
They lack feathers and jewelry,
whether they are boys or naked,
everyone has long legs
and beaks are sharp and soft.
Empty and nothingness surrounds them.
They do not incubate eggs, but new ones ideas.
They are afraid of the ice, they are winged
and all their manners are refined.
They don't sleep in the snow, but in a bed.
They make up their own minds,
curse my own heart,
these earthly anecdotes.
But often I am gripped by nameless pain:
I don't want to be a bespectacled penguin anymore.
I am a bird, I have wings,
but where do they lead?
Down the ice to the mollusk
wings take me.
I stand alone in the wind and ice,
but under the wing in my heart releb.
So where are my flowers left,
where are they left.
Man he is my younger brother.
He is as stupid as a seal and thinks he's smart.
Even preschoolers
put on pants and skirts.
They don't have feathers and jewelry,
whether boys or girls,
all have long legs
br/>and their beaks are soft and soft.
Empty and nothingness surrounds them.
They do not incubate eggs, but new ideas.
They are afraid of ice, they are winged
and all their manners are dirty.
They don't sleep in the snow, but in a bed.
They hold their own hearts,
curse their own hearts,
these earthly anecdotes.
But often I am gripped by a nameless pain:
I don't want to be a bespectacled penguin anymore.
I am a bird, I have wings
but where do they lead?
Down the mollusk river ¤rele
wings take me.

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