Stranded

Don’t add me to some country if you can Affiliation of the small to something big Is not my thing, I’m only what I am Not greater than I was, and used to be Don’t mix me with the current politicians Do not expect that I would stage a coup I was an artist but I lacked ambition I do not paint since twenty twenty two There are much better artists whose conception Is in someway akin to realism I don’t belong to that most popular direction My art is something like anachronism Nobody buys it anyway, and I can’t sell The world appears more stupid every day Dear Lord up there, can you stop this hell This boring hell, with endless games to play The devils part became way more expanded Than it was meant to be in your dividing plan Return me to my home, for here I’m stranded Bring back to life my love and me again.