Se sting luminile. Se inchid ferestrele
Si se asteapta praful sa se astearna.
Nu mai e nimic, puteti pleca acasa.
Spectacolul s-a terminat printr-o pana de curent.
Poti la fel de bine sa ramai. In intuneric
De-asteapta fanfare sau tancuri mi-e totuna
In bezna suntem cu totii ce eram la inceputuri
Nimicul ce-l creeam si ne creeaza intruna.
Si nu ne mai ramane decat sa scriem stihuri
Si sa descriem bezna in treizeci de culori
Sa scriem o piesa in care punem o oglinda in fata tuturor
Ca sa priveasca o sala goala. Buna seara.















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Voices tell me strike the match and burn it all to hell / Voices tell me I could watch if I promise not to tell
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If on a winter's night a traveler...
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Voices tell me strike the match and burn it all to hell / Voices tell me I could watch if I promise not to tell
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See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
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