| Song Written in Paris |
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| Slowly, with measured steps |
| I walk, I walk and don’t look ahead |
| I am forbidden to look around |
| Forbidden by my convoy of anger and sadness |
| Only they are my silent companions |
| They lead me throught the streets of the city |
| The city, where I will be buried |
| How long? |
| How long can the hatred last? |
| You will ask me |
| When it will swallow me — then everything will be over |
| There’ll be a bile out of my mouth |
| I am used to hate |
| I can’t do anything better than to hate and despise |
