| Oh scandal, oh wrong way and why? |  |
| Do you love me good and kindly people? | |
| When good is captured by evil | |
| Who knows what simplemindedness, | |
| to ring Arab countries, to know that | |
| we are real people, to digest the truth. | |
| Standards and values mean nought to | |
| feebleminded. | |
| I am not afraid of bad vibe merchants, | |
| of those whose power lorded over me | |
| is just an emancipation. | |
| I never liked you strange people. | |
| But they are my people. | |
| My country, my world, my lunacy and my | |
| night. | |
| You see reality which is so much a part of | |
| everything is that an imbecile can just blink | |
| and everything becomes denied. | |
| Never has sweet lust left me so horrified, | |
| so disinherited, so responsible for things | |
| that weren't my responsibility, so lost and unholy. | |
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