my city is dying, look at it through tears
my city is dying, it wasn't supposed to be like this
my city is dying even though it wanted to live so much
my city is dying and I am with it
The streets of my city are walked by people tired of alcohol and work, bitterness. Some people drink because they work, they have their own joys, others don't have anything anymore, they drink because it's easier. a city with sick rulers and unfulfilled ambitions
political schizophrenia and power for money
in my city spitting on others has become just fun
here no one knows whether he is spitting or if they are spitting on him
my city is dying...
racist thoughts are patted down by the priest during his sermon
the mob, already humiliated, loves to humiliate others
no one remembers it on the streets of my city
is this absurdity real or is it real? absurd