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DER BANDUSTAN - EIN LAND 3 ( Huten Sie sich vor Ihrer Inkompetenz )
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Vezi toate poeziile din albumul Lucaci Florentin
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DER BANDUSTAN - EIN LAND 3 ( Huten Sie sich vor Ihrer Inkompetenz ) I know you have been waiting for your soul A country 3 comic poem of big amplitude Just like the joking Romanian from nature He is sweet and a bit sour as well but cool Mommy look at dirty beggar sit on that bin Hungry sick who suffers from frost like a prophet They did not teach us at school the alphabet To be careful in life not to became like him My dear boy he is a scholar beggar near A scholar with a master and an engineer Hit by this life by luck and by sorrow How to know the ephemeral teacher Until yesterday was grocery dispatcher Daddy today at school my lady teacher Asked me again I do not know how many times Where you work where you go when morning comes After coffee milk bread butter jam and other My lovely girl I worked in the train place At 3 o clock I woke up washing my face I washed the wagons I tell you first time To learn was too much I could not I was just as good as I could but I wrote lying complaints files to my friend As promised in my written commitment With false or none proves to the president At the monastery I was running to do justice I wrote entire books all green and dry lies Those people were even arrested in practice That s what I did every day I always wrote files I do not care about them just about my head Nobody did not fire me I got prizes lay in bed And your mother was pregnant with you That was all work that I could do A man of good from God I did Hell Once so good 1 man I poured well That afternoon with the money I got I was in town and I bought you a lot Shoes dresses and 1 baby big bed I felt like no one I was humble instead I saw blood stains on the white bed Teeth removed with pliers under the iron I saw tears on the clean napkin my God You to be well I was inner encouraged I saw the cried eyes swollen and bruised Of those who were my victims and beaten I saw their futile and destroyed lives By my great lies in the induced files That s how we caught the revolution in a country 2 The past does not matter we counted on us 2 Me and Mommy and how we grow up on you two Still without honest work but with mud you knew The revolution has gone so slowly I laughed so hard I was going to die It was a new air I was about to fly Nights with the girls I was making a lie It did not took a long time to get repartition From the boys suspected of extinction Where do you think dear children no sorry Well as guardian at the penitentiary I was a master in dealing with files And even the biggest one I bet in lies I even had a great premonition I will be working on files in another condition Same good relationships with boys With blue eyes index at CV and gun toys I transferred mummy that was a porter Directly to the district court as Schreiber Did not pass 3 years in drunkenness and despair For I have heard at some VIP of repair Our new free country 3 with no badges Quick needed from evening to morning Attorneys prosecutors and judges And that our overpowering protector When he appeared the Sun shines Enroll us at law faculty without exams Without a building without a rector No frequency Monday Wednesday and Friday In the village at the girls high school on the iron way After World War 2 was place for disco dance day We earned plenty of money well paid Seeing how the things run we said Wife enroll at night studies don t stay in vane dear I enroll immediately directly in the second year Said and done, we both arrived in 3 years The new real people we are made from bears Attorneys and I brave chief of the penitentiary By presidential decree but not quite really More by good references from the files Mommy did not remain a simple lawyer Far too much of what she once was Tom Sawyer But your dad as you well see in this wine After a year of drunks women and brine I was enrolled by them at the magistracy In two years became prosecutor for not believers And Mommy from hardworking seller at dispensers Became as good as me she became a judge And now we are working both with files again We are in the top of the present society And serve both gangs and aristocracy I false into files and she gives sentences With no fear of God and without any creation We have golden phones with diamonds We have each expensive cars of last generation When she does not know what sentence to give I m sending it her on WhatsApp written primitive When I do not know what lies pour in files She send me them on Skype as files She pour lies into files I give sentences A new country 3 we build without brave For they have given us everything we have And for them poison we will drink As long as they give us everything To be us good and after us fight ring What is a country 3 what is the law Words empty in 1 inert concept now We all 4 got to live good protected by hell gun The rest we will see in our country Bandustan LUCACI FLORENTIN AUTHOR CREATOR COPYRIGHT © 2018 |
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