Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I found my old class ...



What has happened with our class
Asks Adam in Tela-viv
It is hard to bear today
It is hard to live honestly

What has happened with our class
Wojtek in Sweden writes in Porno Club
I am paid here well for something
I otherwise like anyway

Kasia Tomek are in Canada
Because they have perspectives here
Staszek is doing well in US
Pawel got used to Paris

Goska Pawel are barely making it
In May there will be third child
They fruitlessly complain to offices
That they would also want to go West.

But Magda is in Madrid
She is marrying Spanish man
Maciek has lost his life in December
When they ‘walk’ houses

Janusz who was envied as he jump on
Each ‘wave’ when he was young
He is a doctor, he heals people
But his brother hanged himself

Marek is in prison because
he refused to shoot at Michal
And I write their story
And that is the entire class

And Fillip, physic in Moscow
He gets many awards
He visits Poland when he wants
He was invited by Prime minister

I have found our entire class
Abroad, here, in grave
But something has changed
Everyone is preoccupied with self

I have found our class
Matured and grown up
I have scratched our young hood
But it did not hurt too badly

Not boys anymore, but man
Women, not girls
Young hood will heal fast
That’s not anybody’s fault

All are responsible
All have objectives
All are rather normal
But that is so little

I don’t know what I am dreaming about
What star shines upon me
When among those strange faces
I am looking for a kid face

Why am I constantly looking over my shoulder
Nobody is calling “common friend”
That someone plays with me “Berek”
Or at the very least hide-sick

Our own roots, leaves
We are growing for ourselves
And big roots of course
Abroad, here, in grave

Towards the ground, to the sides,
Towards the sun, left and right
Who remembers that at the end
This is the very same tree

1 comment:

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