We are Slave of Beauty
what beautify us?
Our grandfathers are not beautiful
Our Great-grandmothers are not pretty
We inherit our ugliness
We are Slave of Beauty
Inside us we are dark
In Our life!
We've planted a black seed of irony
For our offspring to inherit
We are Slave of Beauty
When our days are not good then
The panicking is amended
Our Arms are faded
We are not lazy
but we inherit ugliness
our labour are not rewarded
We are Slave of Beauty
Suffering is our shirt
and the the blanket we wry our body with
We are Slave of Beauty
we cant drive our thought to shiness
All our nights are strict in the street
We are Slave of Beauty.
