монумент непризнанного гения

Возрадуйтесь, о враги мои, буду делать себе харакири световым мечом.

Social capital

  • less than 10
12 February 1983
So insignificant
Sleeping dormant deep inside of me
Are you hiding away, lost Under the sewers
Maybe flying high In the clouds
Perhaps you’re happy without me
So many seeds have been sown on the field
And who could sprout up so blessedly if I had died
I would have never felt sad at all
You will not hear me say I’m sorry
Where is the light Wonder if it’s weeping somewhere

Social capital

  • less than 10