המתת השור

I would give my blood
for a moment of love i have given all my life
i was born with an enormous overdraft in the latest
my self estime is constantly getting hit and battered in between the two selves
i behave like an ex prisoner of camp ready to accept a wrotten piece of bread
one has to move from here
or my self estime and i will kill the bull
or my dignity and i will stand the killer' right in front of my eyes
he has not yet killed the bull
i have fought sll my life this terrible weakness
but who' tell me' who can live without love