When you are born
The world sways to the beat of your cradle.
When you grow up
They hate you
And childhood closes its doors.
The world is trying to deliver
You on your knees.
humiliate, ask
And believe in God
Life goes by
But it's still all bullshit.
Filling a notebook with tears
You write to an unknown force:
"The gingerbread wasn't sweet today
But it's good that they didn't kill me."
Your long-awaited old age is coming
And you give yourself without a trace
And may all my life
You lived badly
But in the cradle
You were sweet.
When you are born
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