A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.
Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.
His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
쓴, 쓰라린 and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.
I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this 음악 of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written 의해 the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.
I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my 쿠키 and my 컵케익 will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.
당신 have never seen a danish 또는 a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
당신 can chew on them till doomsday, 당신 can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.
당신 can whack them with a hammer, 당신 can hit them with a stick.
당신 can stab them with a dagger, 당신 can beat them with a brick.
당신 can drop them from an airplane, 당신 can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.
I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage 당신 to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" 또는 "water," I use Crazy Glue.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my 쿠키 and my 컵케익 will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.
당신 have never seen a danish 또는 a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
당신 can chew on them till doomsday, 당신 can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.
당신 can whack them with a hammer, 당신 can hit them with a stick.
당신 can stab them with a dagger, 당신 can beat them with a brick.
당신 can drop them from an airplane, 당신 can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.
I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage 당신 to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" 또는 "water," I use Crazy Glue.
Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays 기타 and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
He plays 기타 and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
