My Hinterland

OH, MY Hinterland ... No wet places, without resting landscape, everything seems eternal desert ... Broken, fallen houses, thrown by life ... Almost dead nature! In these lost stops, dry, lean, evil cows support themselves ... Birds of prey, sneak just patiently lurking ... We are still alive, we only we drag, we don't live ... Nobody drinks, nobody eats ... we graze sadness only ,,,!