A Corpse, That Fucks
a corpse, that fucks,
was telling of infinity
and we laughed
we were all a corpse, fucking,
speaking of countless infinities,
as if we sought ourselves within them
and the laughter was for love,
for our naive illusion of greatness
in the spark of smallness
Truplo, ki seksa
truplo, ki seksa,
je pripovedovalo o neskončnosti
in mi smo se smejali
vsi smo bili truplo, ki seksa,
pripovedovali smo o neštetih neskončnostih,
kot da bi se iskali v njih
in smeh je bil za ljubezen,
za našo naivno iluzijo veličine
v iskrici majhnosti
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