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| Edward Stachura ~ Życie to nie teatr |
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Life is a stage- You ussualy talk to me, You
relate.
Another and more false mask is weared by us.
Life is a game, life is a such a play,
Beside open or close door- it is a play.
Life is not a stage- I ussualy reply.
Life is not just a colourful masquerade.
Life is more beautiful and more important.
Everything pale beside our life, even dead
pales.
You and me- we are two stages.
We are different stages.
You...
You never drop a real tear
You just purse
And Your laugh is not catching
Cause You are playing.
I...
I am whole raised by hurts.
I have my soul on my arm.
But when I am laughing
The whole world is laughing with me.
Today is an artist' banquet
I am sure You will come.
It will be a full of guests- inaccessible
company.
It will be a dances, pottles and I suppose
flirts too.
The open door will close. And „bye!".
I will drop there for a while, before the air
is gonna swell.
I will drink down two vodkas
And quiet pick myeself up
I will come out the street, wet my nob in
fountain.
I will come out the space, create the most
wonderful poem.
You and me- we are two stages.
We are different stages.
You...
You never drop a real tear
You just purse
And Your laugh is not catching
Cause You are playing.
I...
I am whole raised by hurts.
I have my soul on my arm.
But when I am laughing
The whole world is laughing with me.
I...
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