Dorian Duka
Listen my request
Give me a pen to write
What I feel right now
Surrounded from the girls
And the bottles of wine.
Give me one more chance
To tell you who I am
To open my heart to you
My old friend.
Give me one more life
So I may taste more
The beauties of the nature
And the present of love.
Give me some money
Which I can spend
Night in the bars
Together with my friends.
Give me some time
To find a comfortable bed
Where I may lay myself
Where I'll meet death.
Please fulfill my request
And listen to what I said
Now I am not ready
For the trip to hell.
Dorian Duka, Chicago, 2002