Schnaeckchen

Sitting in the round,

at the round table,
faces, smiles, laughs!

Everyone s doing fine,
it`s just the rain,
fallin` down on the roads
an our heads...

Is everybody in?
Very fine,
it`s looking good.

It rains the whisper of luck,
just the two of us
and unfinished destiny ->

Dancing in the rain,
Swimming in the night,
Being drunk and ourselves,
It is the moon missing
and we both kissing...

Crawling human race

Is it fame, is it glory, is it the unstoppable wish to reach the stars,

is it the desire for knowledge, the unraveling of mysteries,

the exacting of understanding...

This trial is still pending.

We walked on the moon, we conquer every feeling,

just to come to this stage,

it is not a matter of time, it is a matter of anger,

the stupidity of man, and a fatal human rage.

Collapsing ever inward, we do it over 50 years from now on,

We made our fate, is it already to late?

To change the way we think, to change the way we live,

to change the people who already are made,

to have a different running mate...

When will intelligence replace ambition,

when will strong replace violence,

when will ardency replace relationship and connection,

when will humanity replace power?

If ever, the crawling human race will maybe than start walking straight again!

Bosnia is just a babe in the woods

Today I found again something out,
The country that choose me to be from,
is just a babe in the woods,
without constancy, always changing,
but since ever betting on the wrong number,

zaniness and ignorance, stupidity and gloomy faith that one day it will change!

I choose not to be any more from this country!
Even more because I am actually not, but since my country of origin not exist any more, what to do?