BROTHERS

And you play hard to look gay,
But you fail miserably at this play.

This world not meant for you,
Too real and colorful for you.

Lines that they say,
In the beginning and at the end,
They sound jazzy and you go crazy.

You big ‘Wanna be’…
Wanna be colored like them?

They suffered their Identity,
Never took society for Pity.

You the ‘Fucked-Up-In-The-Brain’ one,
Why are you so dumb?

Fill up the spaces in you,
Tear off the barriers, make New You.

BLOOD IS BLACK

Blood is black,
It runs through my soul,

Burden on my chest,
Crawling up to the head.

Take off your hand,
Let me open my eyes,
Why do you cry?

I see blood again,
Is it a new pain?

HUNGARY: LAND & PEOPLE

Sleep is bliss,
Have it with wide eyes,
Golden Bull and Magna Carta makes you cry.

What the hell are you saying?
What shit are you throwing?
Poltics and Power (or is it synonyms?)
I am not interested,
Yes I am coward.

Noblemen and Kings, dies as well,
Who remembers their names, outside this cell?

Germany and Hungary, Two beautiful beasts,
Playing in my mind, how history gets defeat.

But no! Give me break, (or at least Grades!)
I want to love you, but why do you seem dead?