You do not carry responsibilities, as long as you’re not satisfied
The suffering of gentlemen
If I do not come to you now, what will you do?
Almost always you have nothing to give to me
I thank you for your upbringing, love and livelihood
Really, a mother does not always have to pay
She kept you screened off in her belly,
and you kept yourself from her labors
Clothing and shelter, always looking for stress
Taxpayers, nation builders, again it’s hard
You have no reputation, you are arrogant, you are perverted
Whenever you travel, blood and disaster, do you not rest?
You have certainly slipped, and the way you have lost
Who will guide you, who has been given the power?
Still, your eyes are beautiful, and they are strong
and they are full of modesty
Your eyes are enduring
He who lives forever, let him lie down and weep
The grave is right in front of you, but you do not flee
That is why I praise you for your beauty, and how you are made
My heart awakens what it predicts
I’m coming, I’m coming to you now
text: Ian Memgard
image: Juliusz Lewandowski