Hypocrisy of the devil’s lair lies inside
each and one of us, thus we end our puny lives
in which we love to hate and hate what we must love
leave one life and surrend the mortal soul
inside
we put our anger at bay just to explode in one
single blow
a row of misery and redemption but it`s just too late.
We end, just before we remember to repent.
We`re afraid of so many things we forget what we feel
Of heights
of sorrows
of regrets
of madness
of misery
and sadness.

Crucea-ntoarsa o desenam in joaca, chiar si pe-o banca
intr-o clasa
si radem si dansam in cerc fara sa stim ca ce facem
este mizer, auster, mic rebel ipocrit subnutrit
in orice limb-ai vorbi ipocrizia si frica de greata
raman, span om nebun si prea putin stapan pe propria-ti
greata joasa.
Ridica-te, macar si-n joaca si arata-ti rictusul
langa sfinxul sufletelor ingemanate si
inganate vorbe incearca sa mai spui inainte sa aluneci,
despuiat, distrat si prea-putin amuzat
in groapa adanca, plina de frici.
Te ridici,
sau inca stai?
Hai!