Hidden words
There is a language burning deep inside of me,
It is not mine, it is gutteral, it is hiding,
Es ist nicht,
Es ist nicht,
It is not,
Coming out,
I can hold what my anscestors told,
What they spoke on their lips,
What they cried in the miss,
Es ist nicht,
Es ist nicht,
It is not.
Ich mochte,
I want.
Ich hasse,
I hate,
Ich habe,
I have,
NONONONO
Nein,
Ich werde nicht,
Aber es ist,
Und Ich weis.
Meine Name ist mir,
Und meinen wissen bist nicht.
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