You´re blind... They said me...
You´re deaf... They said me...
You´re naive... They said me...
You´re so silly... They said me...
But nobody didn´t say me ,,You are you..."
My spirit is cursed.
They don´t know, who I am.
Strange is my past.
,,You are my" don´t say.
I don´t say lie, if I cry.
I´m sobing and crying in this time.
Do you know why?
,,I don´t know" please, don´t claim.
I want know true of your thought about me...
Don´t take me my liberty,
give me wings.
Changeable is my society -
stormy swings.
Don´t upbraid with what I am.
You must accept it.
Until you´ll really know, who I am.
Could you tell me it.
And than we can live our life together...
You´re blind... They said me...
You´re deaf... They said me...
You´re naive... They said me...
You´re so silly... They said me...
But nobody didn´t say me ,,You are you..."
You didn´t know it...
But that I am...
Now, you know it.
N.v.M.


Baruš, nevím co na to napsat, páč nevím what´s go=o)