LYRIC
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Saša Milivojev
THE HOMELESS
Snow. Ice. Bitterness.
Fear. Huger. Distress.
Darkness.
Hopelessness.
Without water and electricity.
Without liberty.
Nobody, just me,
and a cold blanket
sighing sadly.
And nothing else.
Betrayals countless.
Without a friendly face.
Without an embrace.
Puddles of tears surround me,
I will cut my wrists to end this misery.
My frostbite wounds
Millions of people are passing by
never a one to stop
to offer a shoulder on which to cry
I don’t need anything
no cash, no bread
no shoes, no roof over my head
just a single heart to start beating
beating for me, crazily.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by
Ljubica Yentl Tinska
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Ethan
February 10, 2022 at 4:52 pm
Words are very meaningful.
Carley
June 18, 2022 at 7:44 am
Damn i remember when i used to love this.