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my dear pal tried translate my favourite poem.
Yeah, not profession, but i'm really glad, i can share with you this way.
(The poem from my favourite poet Attila Jozsef ) (near [link], ofcoz)

Instead of flower, a stake you brought,
you talked back to the beyond,
you promised a big sack of gold
to your mother and now you sit here,

like a foolish mushrom on the feet of the trees,
(that's how those are to you, who still care),
you are locked in the Seven Towers
and you can't escape anymore.

Why didy you bite a rock with milk teeth?
Why did you hurry if you fell behind?
Why didn't you dream at night?
What did you need, tell?

You always covered yourself,
you always srcatched your wound,,
you are famous if you wanted that.
How many weeks is the world? You fool.

Did you love me? Who tied you to himself?
Did you hide? Who could have hunted you?
Overcome that has been if you can,
you have know knife, no bread.

You are locked in the Seven Towers,
be happy if there's wood to burn,
be happy, here's a soft pillow,
lay your head down.