Is there anyone that listens,
whose heart is full of sun?
A bright one, soft and gentle,
with love for everyone?
What do we really matter,
with crippled hearts and wine.
So little caress, so much knowledge.
Humans only shine?
I´m crying for the others,
the weep is shy and strong.
Loneliness embracing me,
but I do get along.
Of hipocrits are plenty,
am I the greatest one?
Is the now the only place?
Can we be a different race?
There must be one that questions,
whose heart´s a bit of sun.
'notherone soft and gentle,
with love for everyone!
Markus Kasanmascheff
