Sine cura animarum,
There’s no care, no concern
For the soul, would like to bar them
To the point of no return.
Always comes with certain easiness,
There’s not much that can be done.
They inherit it like business,
From the father to the son.
Deeply rooted in their being,
Rich in dosh, in spirit poor,
That is how they are used to living-
Careless always — sine cura.
Everything they can surmount,
New ideas always flash-
Is the profit all that counts,
Worshiped always is the cash.
World renowned is their direction:
Less to give and much to take.
By the luck and through connections,
There is always much at stake.
Though in luxury they dabble,
Think they are Allmighty God,
Certainly are plebs and rabble,
Destined to decay and rot.

Over the ocean, where you dwell,
Ugly the house is not.
Sad over blue dress you are and, as well,
Missing its small polka dots.
Something so special in past like a trap,
Though is confined to oblivion.
Sandals high heeled with a white leather strap,
Something you’ll learn with to live on.
Still in the centre the house, remains
Warm fire place in the hall.
Place where people had smile on their face,
And you were having a ball.
Memories flash some and come back again,
Touching yourself like a breeze.
Place where you’ve never had sorrow or pain,
Waiting for you willow trees.
Over the ocean, where you dwell,
Nice little house you’ve got.
Sad over blue dress you are and, as well,
Missing its small polka dots.

Crave you to the shivers down the spine,
Crave you to the goosebumps on the skin.
Scattered and dispersed in space and time,
Traces of the past is all there’s left for me.
Memories are drowning in the pain,
Stuck in them I am for no good reason.
Wish I could survive through all again,
Dreams of mine would not have been imprisoned.
Dignity is lost, is lost respect,
Nothing in the past could now be altered.
Nothing could be changed in retrospect.
Have to chose between a noose and altar.
Crave you to the shivers down the spine,
Crave you to the goosebumps on the skin.
Scattered and dispersed in space and time,
And dispelled are parts of you and me!

Sometimes it looks to not be real,
Some notions are so similar.
Distinguishing from rat a squirrel
Is advertising and PR.
Enhanced is package, same content,
So blurred is difference and thin.
Prefer to act and to pretend,
And things are not, what they may seem.
To change the meaning hard they try,
And try to alter it so much.
Distinguishing the truth from lie
Is packaging and final touch.
Though disappointing is all that,
As life has been from dawn to dusk.
But tell a squirrel from a rat,
Sometimes is really hard a task.

The greatest smile
That she has got.
A part of style,
Refined somewhat.
With which she cares
To combine
The type so rare
To come by.
She is involved
And so much kind,
Exquisite, bold,
A perfect find.
Her tender lips
Mean world and more.
She always keeps
Up to the goal.
Is so excelled
All in her hands.
A magic spell,
Of special brand.
She’s always been
The best of all.
Which only means —
It’s all my fault!

Her eyes are brown and beautiful,
Sincere so and deep.
Away from eyes so meaningful
Myself i couldn’t keep.
Are useless oaths and promises,
I know, it’s all my fault.
Surrendered to reconnaissance,
Already in default,
I fail on all deliveries
And stop before I start.
The shells of her artillery
Hit right on to my heart.
Her glances are so sensitive,
Her eyes are cute and brown.
And conquered by the enemy
I sink in them and drown!