Ne vem, če razumeš:
moj svet niso gozdovi
moj svet so betonski gradovi
sem suženj časa.

Priklenjen sem na gospodarja
denar vlada mojemu svetu
postal sem lastnina industrije
sem vreden le, ko vsak dan
od jutra do mraka v nekih
težkih, nevidnih, verigah, delam.

Lahko sem lepo oblečen
ali pa razcapan, celo gol.
To mojega gospodarja sploh ne zanima
vsaj dokler mu nosim denar domov.

Imam samo tiste želje,
ki mi jih sami povedo,
ne morem več pobegniti,
ker okoli mene ni več gozdov.

Če ubežim temu mestu betona
bom lahko le ubežal
v neko drugo zasužnjeno mesto.

Dokler lahko delam in naredim otroke
dokler jih lahko šolam in redim
za delovne mravlje;
toliko časa lahko živim.
Potem najdejo idejo
in me pod pretvezo z neko novo
še nikoli odkrito boleznijo
z novimi tabletami ugonobijo.

In jaz sem srečen, ker se mi zdi,
da so se trudili vsi,
da bi jaz živel kar tako vsaj 100 let.
Samo zato, ker je to meni lepo.

Pa kaj še ...!


Think better...!

I don't know if you understand:
my world is not forests
my world is concrete castles
I am a slave to time.

I am chained to my master
money rules my world
have become the property of industry
I am only valuable when I work every day
in some from dawn to dusk
heavy, invisible chains.

I can be nicely dressed
or torn, even naked.
My master doesn't care
as long as I bring him money home.

I only have these desires
which tell me
I can't escape anymore
because there are no more forests around me.

If I escape from this concrete city
I will only be able to escape
to some other enslaved city.

As long as I can work and have children
as long as I can educate and raise them
like worker ants;
that's how long I can live.

Then they come up with an idea
and under the pretext of some new
never-discovered disease
they kill me with new pills.

And I'm happy because it seems to me
that everyone tried
to live like this for at least 100 years.
Just because it makes me feel good.

Think better...!

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