bourgeois - yona wallach

like every tiny bourgeoisyou are afraid to have a kiss in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre

closing a symbolic button on my shirt

and with a frightened face you look right and left

maybe someone didn't see

that you are so ok

a sympathetic priest is smileying to me

much sexy than you

with all what you have

and much humanistic than you

humanistic is sexy

I lift my skirt in my eye

and showing him everything

that doesn't true

this is only a regular nice day

in the church you can but in the synagouge you can't

I will tell you something about ilusions

for and against

and you will button everything

my sweet sweet jesus

will keep being humanistic and pardoner

nevertheless

in a reason that I will not loss nothing

we will walk around throgh shady and cool corridors

in ilussions of persphective that an architecture is creating

who can reffer to illusions in architecture

where everything is realistic matirial again and again

spirit will fly above water

we will travel in jesus's body

going through his silence storeys

in ilusions that an architectual perspective is cre creting

wer will light candles for memory or for someting nice

and we will make love where you thing it is propriate

like every tiny bourgeois you are afraid to love

living in a duplical morality with duplical values

I am not

first of all I would get out of my mind again

small gold angels which are connected to my spirit's legs

carry me far away up to the sky

in your life start to feel maybe

heat cold hurt with emotion

call him in his good name emotion emotion

compress it with some illusions of perspective of the place

but what will tiny bourgeois do to the place

differate between places

and will deal with the ancient sine of human and place

will stole small things but never kisses

and never stole the all life like he should do

let's make a plan and stole the all life

but any bourgeois which differate between places

could never sucssed in it

he will always want to do it

in another place