Just alone
Just alone
Just alone, just alone, just like an outcast gangster
Just alone, just alone, like a lonely assassin
Just alone, just alone, same as a thug
Am I a desperado?
I don’t know
Oh, no. Oh, yes.
Yes. Yes, I am a desperado
A desperado. A killer. A real living killer
A killer. A serial killer.
Yes. I confess now.
I am a desperado, a serial killer
I always kill someone, someone
I always kill myself, but my death does not accept…
Does not accept me. He does not want my life
Evil death! Evil death! Evil death! Monster!
I don’t want to live. I want to die
Dear death, why do you love my suffering?
Oh, Vilmos, I don’t enjoy your suffering - my Master anawered
I just want your life. Please, accept my help - he said
I need, I want your help, but I don’t want to stay alive - I said
You will stay alive - he said , - and continue your new green life
Master! Oh, dear Satan! I want to die!
Master answered: You don’t die. In the Hell you will continue your green life.
Oh Master!
Oh Vilmos!
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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