Slowly, with measured steps I walk, I walk and don't look ahead, I am forbidden to look around. Forbidden by my convoy of anger and sadness. Only they are my silent companions. They lead me throught the streets of the city The city, where I will be buried. How long? How long can the hatred last? You will ask me. When it will swallow me - then everything will be over. There'll be a bile out of my mouth. I am used to hate. I can't do anything better than to hate and despise