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Pretty boy pretty boy my pretty girl
l have everything l don't want
l have nothing l want
What l don't have and desire
ls what enriches me better,
l had some money... l lost it
l had some lovers... l forgot them
But in the deepest despair
l prayed, l got this prayer
l've seen lands in my land
l've been to other lands
but the lands l invented
Were the ones that marked
My tired eyes
l like children vey much
But l didn't have a child
A son! It wasn't meant to be
But l have inside my chest
My unborn child
Since l was a boy, my father raised me
ro be an architect
One day l had no more health
Did l become an architect? l couldn't!
l'm a simple poet, forgive me!
l don't write war verses
l don't because l don't know how
But l'll gladly give my life
ln a suicidal torpedo
ln the fight l didn't fight!
l am going away to Pasárgada
there l am friend ofthe king
rhere l have the woman l want
On the bed that l shall choose
l am going away to Pasárgada
l am going away to Pasárgada
Here l am not happy
there life is an adventure
ln such a non-mattering way
that Joan the Mad Woman of Spain
Queen and pretended insune
ls relative once removed
from the doughter-in-law l never had
And how l will exercise!
l will pedal the bicycle! l will ride the wild ***!
l will climb the greased pole!
l will bathe in the sea!
l am going away to Pasárgada
there's everything in Pasárgada
lt's another civilization:
lt has a safe and sure way
ro prevent knocking the girls up
lt has automatic telephone
there's plenty of alkaloid
lt has beautiful prostitutes
for one to make love to
And when l become sadder
So sad that l have no more hope
And when in the night it comes: the desire to kill myself
- Ah, there l am friend of the king -
then l have the woman l want
On the bed that l shall choose
l am going away to Pasárgada