SĂ-ŢI ARĂT BUCUREŞTIUL NOAPTEA: Lasa-ma sa curg

vineri, 9 ianuarie 2009

Să îţi usuc zăpada-n păr, şi sub picioarele-ţi - zăpadă
Şi să-ţi ascund frustrarea-n nori, ca mai apoi, s-o las să cadă.
Să-ţi simt pupilele-ngheţând, şi pletele să se dezgheţe,
Să uiţi şi să regreţi, să sfâşii, să le arunci noroi pe feţe.
Să nu te las nicicând să urli, din tine tot ce iese-i scrum
Şi să-ţi urăsc fiinţa moartă; ce mi-e atunci, ce mi-e acum?

Pink Floyd - The Fletcher Memorial Home

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home, a little place of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.

And they can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real.
It's the only connection they feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig,
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly,
"Hello Maggie!"
Mr. Brezhnev and party.
"Scusi dov'è il bar?"
The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.
"Who's the bald chap?"
"Good-bye!"
And now, adding colour, a group of anonymous latin-
American meat packing glitterati.

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their
Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favorite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb.

Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.

SĂ-ŢI ARĂT BUCUREŞTIUL NOAPTEA

Lasa-ma sa curg

vineri, 9 ianuarie 2009

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