I just want to write you a poem or a song, I am asking myself, to whom do you belong ... An angel, you are so beautiful in that bikini, I would like to invite you on just, one martini ... Frédéric Chopin

You will not take with you nothing on the other side, yes, you are here, be humble, polite - and without pride ... Why do you have, within your soul, such a big, big greed, that is for certain bad, help

In this really, so cruel world exists such a mess, we are just the figures on a board for chess ... And, we look even worse than a dead flower, they are after us, they rule with such a power ... And, we

Was talking to myself: ''Will I die like that, so poor?'' When someone knocked, so quietly on my door ... They were two, preaching about the Kingdom, I did not understand their words - their wisdom ...

I hope, that you will get very soon what you deserve, because, you have no heart, to whom do you serve? And, if there is a God, you will be brought to ''justice'', I pray, He cannot allow you, what you

When you are polite, they will not let you live, they think you are weak, stupid and just so naive ... They are very evil and in nature physically strong, think, you are their property, to them you belong

It seems to me, that I am from my God forgotten, ''all'' - they treat me, like that I am a body - rotten ... Before and now, for me my life is just the same, they gaze over me, with no guilt - such a shame

My candidate is everyday under attack - yes, a lot of critics, but, that is just so normal for those, who are into politics ... If you would see her, you would fall with her - in ''love'', she has a charisma

Super Mario 259 is my best friend and a runner, at his deeds, he is so quick, like a deadly gunner ... He has never, never turned away from me his back, even when I have suffered, without of money - lack

Yes, maybe we are just gone, too soon, you do not see the Sun and the Moon ... I guess, I will love her until my death, be ''there'', at me, to see my final breath ... I have lived in so many different

Writing the words down, to explain, I have to express my emotional pain ... She is Sandra, such a beautiful name, yes, into my life, suddenly she came ... And, I do not know, if she likes my ''art'', she

With my thoughts, I am still living in the past and, yes, I wonder, how long this is going to last ... I travel faster, than the mighty speed of the light, into the future, which does not seem so bright

Helplessly I watch, asking: ''What is wrong?'' Living a life, damn, you have to be so strong ... And, all I had in my life, from me they stole, I have no other chance, than to live in a hole ... But, yes,

Ah, she is the most beautiful girl, with curly hair, when I saw her, love from my side was in the air ... Now, I am totally messed and I am losing my mind, such a pretty woman, now, I know, I will never

She says: ''You will never ever be mine!'' I can deal with that, unless I have the wine ... And yes, that girl is always on my mind, such a talented woman, you will never find ... And, she knows to compose

That girl - she was only eighteen years old, I remember that winter, it was very cold ... And she was walking by the river - waters, the youngest one, of the beautiful daughters ... I was only two years,

Yes, I secretly admire you for many, many years, when I see you with the other, I end up in tears ... And, I have not loved anyone so, so much before, you are the only one for me, whom I so, so adore ...

It is now, two years long ago, when I shook her hand, one year ago, she went into ''The Promised Land'' ... I asked her, then: ''Hey Mary, how is your life?'' She was in the wheelchair, it cut her like

The time passes by so incredibly fast, but, I still have not buried the past ... I cannot so easily forget our memories, I have composed a lot of bitter melodies ... I dream a dream, the candles there

The most spreading disorder is anxiety, it is the most ''popular'' among society ... Yes, you can call it, I guess, even stress, because of it, in my brains I have a mess ... I go into the nature, for