I gave you a buttonless torn shirt
Lung-filled smile
Walking in the midday sun, lying on the ground at night
All this is yours now, take your hand in mine
My sorrowless sorrow is the shiver of anger
Young teenager, I gave you all my jewelry
A sip of coffee on a burning chest, a cigarette stolen, by the window
Repeatedly wrong every girl
Male sentences, kneeling near the poem, a flash of a knife
Haughty people or anything like human beings
Chest slit
Suicide, the rapid footsteps of the arrogance of the city
One river, two or three countries, a few women -
All this was my old dress, big favorite, now on the body
Sit tight, don't agree anymore
I gave it to you, young teenager, if you want, get involved
Or throw away the hatred that pleases you
I want to give you everything your age.
