We raise our arms The street climbs into the sky We lower our eyes The roofs go down into the earth From every pain We do not mention Grows a chestnut tree That stays mysterious behind us From every hope We cherish Sprouts a star That moves unreachable before us Can you hear a bullet Flying about our heads Can you hear a bullet Waiting to ambush our kiss Trans. by Anne Pennington Anonymous submission.
Added: 2 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 10 Sep 2026 2:48 AM | Viewed: 5052 times
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