[i]„Chmury, obłoki białe i milczące
patrzę na was o świcie oczami łez pełnemi
i wiem, że we mnie pycha, pożądanie
i okrucieństwo, i ziarno pogardy...”[/i]
...i jeszcze wiele, tak wiele innych.
Pewnie powinnam tego nienawidzić, oh, tak. W takim razie dlaczego tak nie jest?
[i]I know a man
who doesn't have any friends;
I know a place he lives,
where trouble never ends.
I know it's hard for him
to read 'tween the lines
and his days are getting so much shorter.
He simply turns away,
instead of bearing down;
his ship is crumbling,
his crew is one of clowns;
he doesn't care,
as long as he can wear the crown.
I know this man all too well:
it's my poor friend Me.[/i]