Mi-e scârbă de tine!

Mi-e scârbă de tine
Şi tot ceea ce eşti!
Reflexia ta ȋn oglindă
Abia poti să o priveşti!

Cine stă să se uite
La un sac de gunoi
Plin ochi
De carne stricată şi puroi!

Încolăceşte-te ca un melc!
Pierde-ţi cochilia!
Aruncă-te ȋn râu
Exact ca Ophelia!

Opreşte-ţi respiraţia
Şi stai ȋn acest loc
Purifică-te,
Aruncându-te intr-un mare foc!

She wishes

She wishes she was high in the sky,
Flying around
Without a sound
Watching everything with a bird's eye.


She wishes she was steady on the earth,
Walking around
Tied and bound
Knowing how much is her real worth.


She wishes she was deep in the ground,
Squirming around
Under the mound
Hiding where she can never be found.


But she is her own sky
Walking under the mound, hiding where she can never be found.

But she is her own earth
Squirming without a sound, watching everything with a bird's eye.

But she is her own ground
Flying, tied and bound, knowing how much is her real worth.