Subscriber of my trust (Live)

Subscriber of my trust (Live) - Zuzana Smatanova

What a rare thoughts were born into my head

What a rare thoughts you can find after my death

I want you to remember my name

Cos it took me too much energy that

Non-stop please others

I'm not like a moth starved for light

And than burn my wings when I touch it

Why don't they understand me

And my sandalwood can be broken

To a splinter

I'm not like a bottle of juice with

An instruction Shake well before opening

And incapable consider human

Inner dignity

Please be brotherly in this plight

And brotherly I'll know your name

Where are the letters for me

Did the postman die

I sent the request for somebody

Better but I was too much selective

And tend towards dungeon of souls and

Pretty hearts and I found only subscriber

Of my trust

Did you inquire about it how many

Ingredients I got into my dinner

That I'm hungry for

The details are more important than

Entire things do you want to eat

The same like me