I will go down among the people
By walking my foot
I will go. down tonight.
I went down looking for slavery
From freedom
It's lying here:
The contract is a bond of ideas
There is, droning butter around
In solitude:
The temple is regular
It was full of people
At a given time:
It's a group of people
Never practiced freedom,
Don't be alone:
Let's listen to the shilling thoughts,
Which is exchanged
As money:
My heart's love is for people
Never dreamed of them
But thoughts.
O stay with you day and night,
I will be low,
and I will be faithful,
Your brainstorming.
As they heard growing in mind,
Growing endlessly,
Without moderation.
You gave my heart's affection fiercely
Because there are restrictions,
For each macro:
To the rule, to the law, to the human temple,
For the common poor word
For each time:
For the abbot, for the bell, for the servant
For the dreaded comparison,
For the minor:
To the mouse, to the measure, to the little flea,
For the chapter, for the line
For the alphabet:
For the grandest departure,
For gambling at night,
For the blessing:
For the farmer measuring the wind
In the autumn it is at a meeting
On a barley field:
For mutual understanding, for mutual old memory,
For fellow human beings,
For the common good
I will hate now and forever
For freedom events,
For independence.
The mind is tired
Who fell in the deep ridge of freedom,
A hill that God created does not last,
But short hills, special hills of imagination.
Each hill is full of wishes
Climbing unfulfilled,
There is no limit to freedom
Nor by the hills of imagination,
There is no limit to the wishes,
Don't be relieved
Available.