philosophy

Dream homeless street busker

From the words I said that sounded
Perhaps the meaning of the noise
From the presence of visible views
Maybe one thing that was not in the desired
Though not expected but I still try to survive
Maybe you're bored, maybe my disgusting
But this is the situation .. a view of life

Buried in shame
Sang a song ...
Sympathy expecting
Feeling sweet for me ...
How about you guys ..
Not half of what you have to ask my
Simple piece of him "That I Received
I have nothing to force the to give you all
Few Of you is very meaningful
Very clear to me .... nevertheless certainly my country

My clothes dirty ... dirty ... but not because of dust
From them borrow my clothes ...
The degree of honor ...
Do not hesitate to force their
Spooky faces strapped .. Your scared because of that .., that's not my ...
Why do not you wash my clothes ..., do not you give me any detergent want ..
Save in your closet ... there awake my shirt

How about the title of honor .... My name is ...
it's sweet for you ...
Cheap perfume I Will not ..
Perhaps the word ... view or Eyelid
.. As if ordinary but to bring meaning
Could it be ... if my existence has been humiliated
Just as eye view
I hope ... Because it is not the dust from your heart
Could it be dust into the eyes of all of you next

A bit of me might be helpful ...
From the melodic song was sang for you
From my knowledge you channeling
In days before the election ... maybe you could help me
Of those bored with me ...
From them choose you ...
From the campaign ... do not feel you can not get out of rupiah mu ...
Maybe the song buried in the violence, oppression drown
There is no hope for me, just concern

Ah .... I realize now I was lying
Let me get up from my dream
Please do not drown in the fantasy
Only impossibility
I have nothing in mind
Attention only as a display piece
Me,,, country mirror
There was me ... because my country
Now where I am.