The inhabited world


Everything is well organized here, in the inhabited world
The virtuous men preach about freedom while the sinners clink their chains in the public gardens
The aspirants aspire, the dreamers dream, the sufferers suffer, the healers heal
The erudite think big
Everything is reasonable and has a coverage in gold
From time to time
A grain of fog or a pale breeze
A butterfly coming from outside of the inhabited world
Breaks through the crumbed web of the days

The inhabited world is divided into thousand of voices that have lost their tongues

The notion of Man struggles in the waistcoat of words
Begging for a drop of silence
A breath of sadness
A chip of humour
A glimpse of passion
From the rambling butterfly
Lost in the inhabited world

In the every day’s darkness
Only the neon light still draws our faces

We are on the right path comrades
Every little thing has its own sense
Only living beings are purposeless
But we will find a use for them in a short time, don’t get discouraged
It’s obvious what the erudite men are working for

In the inhabited world everything has a price
The words’ cost is higher and higher
Silence is more and more expensive too

Everything is well done and organized
In the conquered world
We must pay for the water
Shadows are for free



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