Song Written in Paris

Slowly, with measured steps
I walk, I walk and don’t look ahead
I am forbidden to look around
Forbidden by my convoy of anger and sadness
Only they are my silent companions
They lead me throught the streets of the city
The city, where I will be buried
How long? How long can the hatred last?
You will ask me
When it will swallow me - then everything will be over
There’ll be a bile out of my mouth
I am used to hate
I can't do anything better than to hate and despise