She cries to the heaven above
There is a stone in my heart
She lives in a world she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand new shoes
Hurts like brand new shoes
كشندهگان ِ انواع ِ ولاديمير
اين بار به مصاف ِ شاعري چموش آمده ايد
كه بر راه ِ ديوانهاي ِ گردگرفته
شلنگ مي اندازد .
و آنكه مرگي فراموش شده.