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the grudge
I have nightmares each week about that Friday in May
One phone call from you and my entire world was changed
Trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers
You took everything I loved and crushed it in between your fingers
And I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did
But I hold on to every detail like my life depends on it
My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge
And I hear your voice every time that I think I'm not enough
And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream
How could anybody do the things you did so easily?
And I say I don't care, I say that I'm fine
But you know I can't let it go
I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long
It takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong
The arguments that I have won against you in my head
In the shower, in the car and in the mirror before bed
Yeah, I'm so tough when I'm alone and I make you feel so guilty
And I fantasize about a time you're a little fucking sorry
And I try to understand why you would do this all to me
You must be insecure, you must be so unhappy
And I know in my heart hurt people hurt people
And we both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal
And I try to be tough, but I wanna scream
How could anybody do the things you did so easily?
And I say I don't care, I say that I'm fine
But you know I can't let it go
I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long
It takes strength to forgive, but I don't feel strong
Ooh, do you think I deserved it all?
Ooh, your flower's filled with vitriol
You built me up to watch me fall
You have everything and you still want more
I try to be tough, I try to be mean
But even after all this, you're still everything to me
And I know you don't care, I guess that that's fine
But you know I can't let it go
I've tried, I've tried, I've tried for so long
It takes strength to forgive, but I'm not quite sure I'm there yet
It takes strength to forgive, but
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24.02.2025
R.I.P.
He was so kind, ha!
You're so pathetic
how bad you were
I will never understand
But don't worry, it's over
RIP
Let what I loved you rest in peace
I don't wanna see you by a long shot
I already buried you
let the mariachi sound
I will sing out loud
What was ours, RIP
Not even praying you're gonna be back
Go to the afterlife and forget me
keep all your flower bouquets for yourself
they don't resurrect the dead
or heal pains
Now I drink a coffee
Maybe an irish one
I've already cheered up
I suffered for you
I cried for you, oh
It's not that I talk thrash about you
but you really went too far
You're so pathetic
how bad you were
I will never understand
But don't worry, it's over
RIP
Let what I loved you rest in peace
I don't wanna see you by a long shot
I already buried you
let the mariachi sound
I will sing out loud
What was ours, RIP
Not even praying you're gonna be back
Go to the afterlife and forget me because
Not here or in the afterlife
I would come back with you
This is the good-bye
Our thing's over
Not here or in the afterlife
I would come back with you
This is your good-bye
Bye, bye!
(mwuah)
(Take care now!)
24.02.2025
The dead of February
Amnesty doesn't help the shot
no one gives life to the dead
Who lately screamed under the gallows
will never lift their head ever again
But among us in the entire country
walk the dead comrades
The ones that died by executioner's hand
The one that the class-enemy shot
They are among us, when we work and rest
and they hear Protests and Complaints
They measure and weigh exactly, what we do
and they control the deed of our days
At the stamping points in workshop and factory
they stand silently, but connected to life
around their neck hangs the executioners rope
and they show the bleeding wounds
They count the men in barracks and office
and the ones that brag in ballrooms
they stand silently, but engulfed in hatred
and nod 'you will pay!'
They live in illegal word
in darkness of groups in cells
Their soul did not rot in the graves
it burns to light up our night
In it's light stands the rude violence
which shall be broken forever
The voice of the dead gets jingling and cold
their verdict shall be spoken to today's
24.02.2025
The new logos is emerging
The new logos is emerging in which everything will be dyed
in the new flame, mind and body, solid steel...
The earth has been sufficiently fertilized by human flesh...
thick and fruitful let not our lands
dry out from this rich and deep bath of blood
deeper than the first rain
Tomorrow each of us will go out with twelve pairs of oxen
to plow this blood soaked land...
May the laurel bloom on the land and the tree of life take root
and may our vines spread to the ends of the inhabited earth...
Forward, children, the sun does not want to rise on its own...
Push with knees and chest, to lift it out of the mud
push with chest and knees, to lift it out of the bloody earth
push with hands and head, so that the sun may shine its Spirit!
24.02.2025
Our Dialect
It’s really not true that dialects
are only good for some chit-chatting
after a lunch with endless courses
and after guzzling down cartloads of liters.
It’s using the dialect, that poor people moan
when they are begging for some bread on the street
that we think about our hometown, about our homeland
that we rejoice and suffer for our children.
It’s using Bergamasque that we cry for a friend,
if an evil fate made him miserable,
not to mention [how much we cry] if he’s gone to Heaven.
And if there’s a scumbag, be him white- or red-skinned,
the most honest and sharpest judgment
is always the one bursting from your throat.