THE 3rd choice OF A WHOOT
With you a fistful of the others
Love - it's not the heart of a shoe
Love requires more than appearances
Yes - that's the 3rd cock scream
How they've done to us
Look how the large ones have scolded us
Red's like a wound again
Bandages - make of white
We have traditions of Targowice and betrayal
Lies - what happens erstwhile a butler bows
Raise yourself with a Polish hand!
Give it up - let the wicked bunch keep quiet
That's the 3rd rooster scream!
Strange is the dawn of darkness
The clouds are in the east trail
The storm's golden whip...
With you a fistful of the others
And bemolina in the heart of our note
When we are awakened again like fate
Short as a line - a rooster scream!
