Take everything, everything without residue -
the heart of a friend that he gives you;
hit it, crinkle it with this "impetus"
just think your love deserves.
Is your love afflicted in your hand?
whatever remains - crush your fist,
(every heart is exactly that big)
Throw it away - it is unnecessary for you to be rubbish!
When you die again in the foe of the enemy,
Pour in and you - a wolf in a pack,
and look nice (in someone's mouth wolf)
for a bittered, pounding thumping particle.
Do you sleep, Friend, sleep (as a little child)
or the waves stretched against the moon, the moors -
The lion, tortured, asks her, does she see a piece of it -
a heartbeat, a wounded heart (an elusive kitten kicking) ...
and pray for her: sleep to send you (like a baby) ...
ready - the last bit for you to give,
but if you bite with it, you did not shake yourself -
do not ruffle else - it does not make a whole heart of bites.
Do not mess with him in the trash - hearts do not recycle, no!
This scrap is useless -
(the divine Love is not being bought)
He dropped it to Amnesia in the abyss -
beasts hungry with him to begging ...!
Tired horses do not kill them -
The tired horses just scrap them -
in slaughterhouses - still living them cut,
but the "hungry" that heart pulsates in a tooth, even they do not suspect ...
"a toothache is," they say, and a softer bit they find themselves
"Used" friends, poor people go ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...