I'm alive. All love holds me.
The Eskimo keeps the winter alive
He loves a female who won't let us go.
lost we search the words of redemption
from bad words from dishonest lips
I want the sun and the warmth of the lines
I'm going to sleep with you.
To dream life without worries of pain and tears
no wars of jealousy and sad words
(Let us love each other, for we have small life,
We'll be covered by dust and wrinkled faces,
So much life is worth:)
Jarosław Pashtula
