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Hatred (Ненависть)

Bon jour, my gentle friends: both men and ladies
Tonight I am confessing to you my love unfading
My love is growing like a baobab
Look out also for – a crab, dab. Fab! 9

While catching faintest echo of a brass band
I dial double zero thirty three with trembling hand
Nowhere to go, no one to love, no one to make love to
Perhaps, Sophie Morceau will know what I’m to do?

What’s that? The girl in question is out of reach?
I could not care less, life’s been for ever bitch
Sex makes no sense, I am without a slightest dream
Hatred is starting to the south of my neck, it seems.

My hatred’s shooting up like a bamboo
All of us are trees (it’s true)

II

Push chainsaw away from us
We could link up our roots for making love
Let crazy mama leave her hut for once
What takes a mare to a tree? Her thoughts of loneliness

I, tree, am asking you: mother, will you tell me your name
And you are answering that your loving is different
Watching over me, daily watering me
And I love, live on it 6

But this water is not what it seems
It feels like viperous spit
Oh, what is wrong with me?
I’m slowly dying

My hatred is shooting up like a bamboo
The tree is dying, leaving the world behind
The forest is no more
And you are left alone

III
Take another subject – owning a white yacht
I want one, too – my chest in jealousy rots
On the deck one, two or better still – three models
Oh what a lovely boat – full of delight they twaddle

I feel nothing but envy for people on the screen
Yes, mother, it’s unkind but in the morning I’ll be keen
To work harder, to live happy, mainly - to earn more cash
You reckon? To me it looks like a great reason to get smashed

I haven’t got a boat. Does that make me a minger?
Or – a singer, ringer, swinger?
Nothing is real. Everything’s instead.
Except my hatred. Let me press – HATE RED

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