Perhaps they died of shame
those trains that lost their way?
Who has never seen bitter aloe?
Where were they planted,
the eyes of comrade Paul Eluard?
Do you have room for some thorns?
they asked the rosebush.
Perhaps they died of shame
those trains that lost their way?
Who has never seen bitter aloe?
Where were they planted,
the eyes of comrade Paul Eluard?
Do you have room for some thorns?
they asked the rosebush.