Let my poetry be born from the streets
From the breath of the homeless beggars
Not from big buildings
And glittering lights
The hungry beggars
Directly belongs to God
because of their moans
no longer moving
Let my poetry be born from the streets
From the breath of the homeless beggars
Not from big buildings
And glittering lights
The hungry beggars
Directly belongs to God
because of their moans
no longer moving