Nothing tastes right today Bitterness keeps jamming My dry throat The reality rocks Like a rotten float Its ground is of steel I ask the diviner When will I heal Nothing tastes right today Pain keeps raving Through my inside No call and no prayer Puts it aside This time it's for real I ask the prophetess When will I heal Nothing tastes right today Solitude's burning In my mind's dawn My whole susceptivity Is turning Upside down My inner eye Going blind I feel I ask the sweet little Gipsy maid When will I heal She says For that It's too late [i]Too late[/i] [size=16] POKVARJEN OKUS[/size] Vse ima danes pokvarjen okus Grenkost se zbira V predalih ust Stvarnost se maje Kot čoln S pretanko lupino Z jeklenim dnom Vprašam bajalico Kdaj bo prešlo Vse ima danes pokvarjen okus Bolečina blazní znotraj mene Ne krik ne molitev Je ne prežene Tokrat misli resno Pritiska me k tlom Vprašam prerokinjo Kdaj bo prešlo Vse ima danes pokvarjen okus Osamljenost izgoreva V mislih mojega dneva Vse, kar čutim Se spreobrača Notránja slepota Se vame vrača Vprašam cigančico Kdaj bo prešlo Pravi Ne bo [i]Ne bo[/i]

Aleksandra Kocmut - Kerstin