Tell it like it is
with wind, rain in and out of the sky
Is a man worth being born
When life puts emphasis on a log
I'm running to hide my eyes
so that no one looks at them like in a mirror
I'm scared every year
more and more
hidden thoughts flow
arranged in the bricks of my lips
words covered with lies
They will force you to accept the beast
blood will flow
tears will flow
I can't cry
I'm looking for answers
I'm looking for myself like a place to stay
I'm out
I don't have the strength to change
to live in lawlessness
chaos, swamp and perdition
a blind man will say that
Everything is good
tell me how it really is
We are ruled by swans
it will work out somehow
in a pond full of fish
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english good very edgy
Pisanie poezji w innym języku wymaga trochę większego obeznania. Przetłumaczenie polskiego tekstu (polskich myśli) na angielski nie zadziała.
Yaro, sorry to be direct, but this poem lacks sharpness of your mind and finesse of the form; it is not even bad translation of a good text, but rather the opposite: quite correct translation of a mediocre text. Is this because you think foreign wording sells better? Ah, I can't help to mention this again (God knows how many times): Titles in English are capitalised: 'Tell It Like It Is'☝️
With love, peace, and chicken grease…❤️💰🤩
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