I used to grow up when every work was writtenI used to steal my hopes that were kept in the goalI used to love, but I would die when I saw the betrayalI used to scream in my heart, I used to roar like a dogEven though I had my existence, I needed youI used to fight, you were not a princeBut I was worth a crown for youHow did my mother change when the words were written?How did the surroundings change when one person was broken?I used to grow up when every work was writtenMy neighbor used to drink and beat his mother every dayI was a kid at that time, I didn't understand anythingThen I realized that death was a friendThey said, my teacher is a terrorist, they taught meThey called my teacher a bribe in the name of respectThey polluted my soul, made me ugly without himThe works I wrote were the answer to the questions askedI used to grow up when every work was writtenEvery work is written out of paranoiaThe castle of my life falls down once a dayNeuro surgeon, read my brain every timeThe drama that breaks the lyrical capsule does not fillThey even put my rotting body like a morgueThey even stripped me of my skin as if I was an infidelThey said, your heart is dark, the surroundings are dark tooI used to write poverty, the love of the homeland is reducedThey said, stop for a while, stop for a while in that monthThere is poverty in my blood, it comes in the month of BozIt has changed in time, now it is a storm, it is a bombThe beautiful girl's word is used before the bombIf you turn off the light, you write like a foolNow you have to be like a bed to liveLike a blanket from ourselvesWe come to the right, the hopes are in the targetLife is a cageIf I steal, it will not be seen until the endLife is empty meansless sentencesLike a music comes thrillStill empty love reflectsLike a music comes thrillStill empty love reflectsStill empty love reflects