- falling off the sky
These endless sleepless hours drawing sceneries,
Thinking of you my bird, going from branches to cities.
With all your grace, flying over the human anthills,
Where the folks stare at you,
Where the folks envy you...
But better are the things you've got to do,
Better than letting them tear off your wings.
Perhaps, every human being would like to be a bird,
- farewell swallows
Drawing the darkest landscapes, the deepest frozen lakes.
Where cold is a glint of nothingness’s glow.
Drawing emptiness without knowing where to stop.
Stumble, tremble, shiver, shatter!
You can keep telling me white,
My answer will always be black.
This is just one more winter,
This is just one more winter...
- rather die young, than die young at heart
Don't be afraid and let all this go
There is no such a thing as gender roles
No codes to follow according to
Whether you were born ,
With a vagina or a sack of balls
Rules, roles and codes are here to be abolished
So go ahead and become who you really are,