Grażyna Łobaszewska: Brzydcy

It is ugly, ugly on small station, poor bar And they huddled, as if somehow it is highly oxidized suddenly had somewhere in the world and lakes renice light of a thousand suns in the four pairs of heat unless there somewhere She mocked fate ugly, ugly on A so pretty love until almost unreal as if enveloped their rainbow rainbows I touched the omnipresent power of loving hearts purer bell tone do not talk to me too often, "You look like one today," Somehow I do not play with me anymore at all this trivial sign I'll answer honestly kindly faith but not in the favor of it ugly, ugly on so pretty love A little station, poor bar it ugly, ugly on A so pretty love it ugly, ugly, it's not the point is not the point