Natalia Szroeder: Osiedle

These eyes know a bitter taste
Although you know nothing
They would have worked me out
If it wasn’t for their artifice

I experience the words I wouldn’t ask for
In my dreams
The smiles are hiding a fear and I
Am somehow growing in it

I’m curling up
I vanish for longer
I vanish for more than a night
The whole settlement
Is burning in me
And so are the streets of our concerns

Having my tail between my legs
I’m not myself
I’m not myself these days
I guess I don’t like
I rather don’t like dwelling on those faults

I dreamed a tiny white house
In the middle of the day
There is my shelter in the lavender living room
A fearproof roof

Does the world still like me
Despite all these salty words?
Won’t it break me
Because my bones are made of glass?

I’m curling up
I vanish for longer
I vanish for more than a night
The whole settlement
Is burning in me
And so are streets of our concerns

Having my tail between my legs
I’m not myself
I’m not myself these days
I guess I don’t like
I rather don’t like dwelling on those faults

I’m curling up
I vanish for longer
I vanish for more than a night
The whole settlement
Is burning in me
And so are streets of our concerns

Having my tail between my legs
I’m not myself
I’m not myself these days
I guess I don’t like
I rather don’t like dwelling on those faults