Original poem by
Mr. Spacely
I'm the man of sciences
In the concepts of the Cosmos and Nature
without glamour, every time
I listen to the beat of the clock
I watch the aspects of the wars
from my love novel
feeds the mind, then it puts it
in every pore of the Life
where the amount of money is a big shame
is fighting like director
Keeps its own, wants what is ours
is not heard, as the voice
of those less lucky, to whom the authority
gifted the misery, took away the hope
from my love novel
feeds all who need
a bit of clear sky
a bit of positivity
to paint their grey days
Original poem by
Mr. Spacely
ja sam čovjek od znanosti
U pojmu kozmosa i nature
bez glamure, svake ure
Slušam otkucaje sata
Gledam prizore rata
iz mog ljubavnog romana
hrani misli, pa ih stavlja
u sve pore života
Gdje je novčana svota, velika sramota
bori ka' direktor
Čuva svoje, želi naše
ne čuju ka' ni glas
onih manje sretnih, kojima je vlast
poklonila tugu, a oduzela spas
iz mog ljubavnog romana
hrani svih kojim treba
ono malo vedrog neba
ono malo pozitive
da oboja dane sive
by
Mr. Spacely
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