in concentration camp
Could someone tell me
What is my name
Or ... even could explain
What is the game.
The number on my arm
Means... nothing at all
I am a gypsy...gypsy...gypsy
Dancing for all
I am a gypsy...gypsy...
Singing with love
But you and your hatred
Tuning me off
I keep on dancing... equal ... with no word of race
But...Your chimneys ready
For burning my face
I go on loving ...loving
Deep from my heart
But see your intention
In burning this heart
If someone could tell me
Where is my home
They have cut ...all my hair
I need ...no comb
But what you will never know...
Love... is always winner
Hatred is thrown out of earth
By the world’s spinner
Farah Notash
Vienna 12.11.2014
Book 8
www.farah-notash.com
