I will lose myself,
But I will not lose.
I fly like a casual bird,
I’ve more than one face
and I tell the truth.
My story will be ended.
I destroy,
I hurt
and I win.

The revolution has one colour only –
red
and whenever it comes,
it makes the streets blush
that rises up to our ankles
when we kiss.
Truth and lie
always kiss each other
in times of revolution.

I remain
with no restraint,
I advance
and win at once.

I will lose myself,
But I will not lose.
I’ve an inborn talent
for dying
and I’ve got skills to cease
and my place will be taken,
my flesh will be eaten,
and while the worms eat my eyes,
I begin to see,
to win and be.

I’ll wander off,
but will not get lost.
I win,
I mete out laws.
As if on death row
I get a smoke and a blindfold,
I get pale
and yet I win.
I nurse the new time,
I bring in,
I take out
and I win.
I give nothing off,
I drown,
I give in,
I accuse all gods of sin
and I win.

I’ll wander off,
but will not get lost.
I love.
I hurt others and reduce,
I seduce
and I win.
I win.