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Nameless

Antenna needles in snow fields,
the white hum of the meteorological station.
And silence like a heavy dream,
and nobody for miles around.
 
She spoke on the radio
every morning, while snow fell.
The model rockets on my desk
shook from the receiver sound.
 
Five AM and they woke me up,
it felt cramped in the bend of this peninsula.
Five AM and this voice in my ears again.
Freeze, don't breath, just listen.
 
She spoke of such things
which made the city look like a dream,
and the wood of the walls would grow again,
the air would fill with sounds.
 
When I went back to mainland,
they said I was a weakling,
and the transmitter was always silent.
They call her Grace.
 
Five AM and they woke me up,
it felt cramped in the bend of this peninsula.
Five AM and this voice in my ears again.
Freeze, don't breath, just listen.
 

Crossing parallel lines

My orange dreams
don't need courage
to account
their guts
in front of me
they'd even give some courage
to my khaki dreams
that make foolish things
imagining wars,
slaughter and mud
and make me
struggle in my bed
Hey... Ay-ay-ay-a!
 
Our orange people
don't need courage
to account
their guts
in front of him
they'd even give some courage
to the khaki people
that make foolish things
imagining wars,
slauther and mud
and make
only 'bang-bang-bang' in the world
Hey... Ay-ay-ay-a!
 
My orange dreams
our orange people
My khaki dreams
Our khwki people
Our orange poeple
my orange dreams
our orange people
are highly brave people
 

Foame Transilvaneana

Transilvaneana
Foame...rece..suflet
Mainile tale sunt crude...sa bantui..sa bantui
 
Muntii sunt reci... sufletul... sufletul... grijuliu..palid... întotdeauna noaptea
 
Ia-ma...nu poti simti chemarea?
Imbratiseaza-ma etern in lumina ta de zi adormita
 
Sa fiu drapat de umbra palatului tau morbid
Palat
oh, urasc sa traiesc...Singura caldura este sangele cald
 
Atat de pur... Atat de rece
Foame Transilvaneana
 
Sa traieasca adevarul, intens vampirii
O poveste facuta pentru divina implinire
 
Sa fi unul dintre cei care respira un aer de tristete
Tristete si frica, cele mai dragi deluzii
 
Frumosul rau intruchipat sa fie precaut calculat
O parte dintr-un pact care este nemuritor incantat
 
Sinte chemarea inghetandu-te cu cea mai mare dorinta
Foame Transilvaneana...muntele meu este rece
 
Atat de pur...Rau, Rece
Foame Transilvaneana
 

Unnamed

The terrorists have ruined our industrial formation,
Our culture, agriculture, our human medicine
They laid the whole mishmash into the education
And stabbed right in its back the manufacture.
They managed to make all the roads bumpy in no time
They closed the school but opened a new church instead…
What? Those were not the terrorists who did this shitfest?
And who were they? Don’t give a fuck, block Telegram.