(Vyvrženec, 23.08.2016, basne)
I forgot the taste of honey
I forgot the sound of song
I've never learned what's wrong
or the meaning of money
I've heard that far away
there's a land for dreamers
land where are no leaders
land where I would stay
They say you have to love
and hate yourself for that
and while your heart will melt
you'll shoot down pure white dove
Of hate I have a sea
yet just flicker of love
and so the pure white dove
can freely in peace flee