She couldn't help it
Her gist was made by the nine saddest shadows
And though there's a bird who dropped a tear to save her fate
She couldn't help it
She add to the mix more sorrow
Her hand was driven by a cunning force
Her sadness was beyond her weak control
Although if she was honest and fair
She would admit she loves her life that way
Wait, isn't that?
She wouldn't read relentlessly or drink vinegar
She wouldn't mess around whenever she could
Damning the little life she had
She only built the road to a tragic end
The end she dreamt about since she was a child
Beautiful arms and beautiful shoulders
I hope she keeps them that way in her next life
For the men are getting tired of depth
Of haunting voices that drive our selves mad
And all they want is to get there and to stay there
And "there" is a soft place with no conflicts
A place with insipid charms and everlasting noises
Entertain the man for otherwise he shall fall sleep
Not even the earth is hungry of him
And thus he'll live forever like some yellow plastic
Unfit for what deserves death
Kra Laristo
Kra Laristo sirrun jerun seva...