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1 Night | District No. 3, Unit CX 12/7, No. 23~On the 12th floor
2 Night | Unit CX 12/7, No. 23~On the 12th floor of Residence 47, left
3 Night | No. 3, Unit CX 12/7, No. 23~On the 12th floor of Residence
4 Night | Building No. 7 of District No. 3, Unit CX 12/7, No. 23~On
5 Night | 12th floor of Residence 47, left wing~A proletarian
6 Cold | night~A bird~Killed in an accident~Lies in the frigid night~
7 Ode | midst of the middle~We get accustomed to it~We the mediocre~And
8 Dark | bright loot in their dark den~Added up their money and found
9 Ballad| one letter arrived at his address~The bill for the burial~
10 Ballad| whole world~With imaginary addresses and confusing messages~And
11 Sings | That bird has a voice adept~ At singing on
12 Dark | and dark police and a dark administration~Dark ministers and a dark
13 Menu | s have some punch~At the Admiral Bar~And a coupe royale~At
14 | after
15 Audio | us~And desperate~They are Albanians~They come from a land of
16 Audio | involved in~We are tired I said~Alright, but what are you involved
17 | Although
18 Ode | midriff~Have a beauty spot amid our brow~We the mediocre~
19 Night | ants awakened~In the final analysis you cannot write poetry
20 Sings | a flute in its beak and anguish~ Which is neither
21 Ballad| loitered in train stations, anticipated friends who never came to
22 Night | rose~Nor was he born when ants awakened~In the final analysis
23 | Any
24 Night | or three mortgages and an apartment~In the third district of
25 Night | about him would be without appeal~And yet~He lives in this
26 Ode | Bite into the centre of the apple~We the mediocre~Get married
27 Ballad| to present himself~With arms raised he cried out to his
28 Dark | and dark towns~With a dark army and dark police and a dark
29 Audio | the protocol department asked~What are you involved in~
30 Night | he is sensitive~He twice attempted to commit suicide~The third
31 Audio | The audience~(Audienca)~The head of the protocol
32 Audio | The audience~(Audienca)~The head of the
33 Night | Nor was he born when ants awakened~In the final analysis you
34 Menu | ll try a carom behind our backs~We’ll have a cappuccino~
35 Wolf | only squirrels~Hares~Deer~Badgers~In the wilds of the forest~
36 Menu | Balkan menu~(Meny ballkanik)~Don’t set the table, love~
37 Dark | of fighters~Held a solemn banquet and set up~A dark state
38 Menu | some punch~At the Admiral Bar~And a coupe royale~At the
39 Dark | Baladë e zezë e një dite të bardhë)~The leader of the band
40 Sings | With a flute in its beak and anguish~
41 Dark | hair dark eyebrows dark beard~With ten dark-eyed companions~
42 Night | go through with it~For a beautiful day dawned, startled him
43 Ode | belt at the midriff~Have a beauty spot amid our brow~We the
44 | Because
45 | been
46 Night | morning~For him the day began in the trenches of the desperate~
47 Cold | solemn funeral~I stand on its behalf~In the middle of the road~
48 | behind
49 Ode | conversation~Tighten our belt at the midriff~Have a beauty
50 Menu | Montreal sidewalk cafe~In Benny’s pool room~We’ll try a
51 | beside
52 Sings | nightingale sings~(Këndon bilbili)~Who is that bird singing
53 Ballad| arrived at his address~The bill for the burial~
54 Ode | rose~Nor fell~We left a bit of space at the beginning~
55 Ode | our brow~We the mediocre~Bite into the centre of the apple~
56 Ode | And at the end~So that our blades would not be blunted~We
57 Night | pristine well~Always keeps him blind~This is why he does not
58 Ode | our blades would not be blunted~We the mediocre~Eat at mid-day~
59 Dark | of the band X became the boss~And joined forces with leader
60 Ballad| njeriun që nuk e njihte bota)~Every morning he sent letters
61 Night | Udhëtar i natës së kësaj bote)~He did not get up like
62 Night | proletarian with a milk bottle at the door every day~And
63 Ballad| did not know~He rose and bowed to present himself~With
64 Menu | go back home~To empty our bowels~In a Balkan latrine~~
65 Street| With the mouths of little boys~Drinking water~From teargas
66 Ballad| gate~For the postman to bring him replies~To his correspondence
67 Dark | And a long dark limousine~Broke into a shop in a luckless
68 Ode | Have a beauty spot amid our brow~We the mediocre~Bite into
69 Ode | In the midst of mid-life~Build an average home~Neither
70 Night | someone you never notice~From Building No. 7 of District No. 3,
71 Ballad| address~The bill for the burial~ Of the man the
72 Ballad| know~The funeral parlour buried him~And put on his grave
73 Street| morning~In the eternally busy vaults~Of Europe’s morgue~~
74 Menu | At the Montreal sidewalk cafe~In Benny’s pool room~We’
75 Menu | cappuccino~At Marilyn’s cafeteria~And a martini with olives
76 | can
77 Menu | behind our backs~We’ll have a cappuccino~At Marilyn’s cafeteria~And
78 Menu | s pool room~We’ll try a carom behind our backs~We’ll have
79 Street| Drinking water~From teargas cartridges~Who could know the town
80 Ode | the mediocre~Bite into the centre of the apple~We the mediocre~
81 Ode | life~In the middle of this century~And in the middling midst
82 Menu | late~Life here in Europe’s changed~Come on, love, let’s go~
83 Night | mole~Which respectable folk chase with poison~To protect their
84 Ode | clothes~Neither expensive~Nor cheap~We the mediocre~Neither
85 Street| wash it at night~And cannot cleanse its wounds~No one~More than
86 Ode | We the mediocre~Neither clever nor stupid~Neither strong
87 Ode | medium-quality swaddling clothes~Neither expensive~Nor cheap~
88 Street| wounds~No one~More than the clotted veins~Which turn pale in
89 Menu | with olives at the Florida Club~Don’t set the table, love~
90 Night | sensitive~He twice attempted to commit suicide~The third time no
91 Ballad| imaginary addresses and confusing messages~And on them he
92 Ode | Speak up in the middle of a conversation~Tighten our belt at the
93 Ballad| bring him replies~To his correspondence from someone in the far
94 Dark | bright day~The heavy fog covered their tracks~The leader
95 Night | And a roll of newspapers criticizing the degenerate morals~Of
96 Night | of District No. 3, Unit CX 12/7, No. 23~On the 12th
97 Dark | eyebrows dark beard~With ten dark-eyed companions~And a long dark
98 Night | the edge~To the heart of darkness~He belongs - as they say -
99 Ballad| did not know~Every day at dawn he waited at the gate~For
100 Night | with it~For a beautiful day dawned, startled him and frightened
101 Ballad| said when they found him dead~The man the world did not
102 Wolf | saw only squirrels~Hares~Deer~Badgers~In the wilds of
103 Night | newspapers criticizing the degenerate morals~Of the world in which
104 Night | his face in the morning dew~The light reflecting in
105 Dark | day~(Baladë e zezë e një dite të bardhë)~The leader of
106 Dark | hastening back to their den to divide the loot~The dark won out
107 Dark | companions and his big limousine~Divided the bright loot in their
108 Night | with a milk bottle at the door every day~And a roll of
109 | down
110 Cold | Lies in the frigid night~No dreams~No solemn funeral~I stand
111 Ballad| had no more ink~His quill dried up, his typewriter fell
112 Street| the mouths of little boys~Drinking water~From teargas cartridges~
113 Ballad| requests~Not a scrap of dust on his typewriter~Not even
114 Menu | out for dinner~We’ll leave early~And come back late~Life
115 Sings | It has come to earth on its own~ With
116 Ode | blunted~We the mediocre~Eat at mid-day~Sit midpoint
117 Night | whole life long from the edge~To the heart of darkness~
118 Night | Although he is sensitive and employed~Married to a wife who loves
119 Menu | late~We’ll go back home~To empty our bowels~In a Balkan latrine~~
120 Ode | innocent~We the mediocre~Equidistant at middle-age~Live an average
121 Menu | have a pizza New Jersey~An escaloppe viennese at the Roma restaurant~
122 Street| pale in the morning~In the eternally busy vaults~Of Europe’s
123 | ever
124 Ode | swaddling clothes~Neither expensive~Nor cheap~We the mediocre~
125 Dark | Dark eyes dark hair dark eyebrows dark beard~With ten dark-eyed
126 Dark | and a dark overcoat~Dark eyes dark hair dark eyebrows
127 Night | Nor has he ever washed his face in the morning dew~The light
128 Ballad| correspondence from someone in the far wide world~The man the world
129 Night | is not human but a mole feeding~On the rotting roots of
130 Street| better~With the sandalled feet of children~On tank tracks~
131 Ballad| silent~Who is this poor fellow? they said when they found
132 Night | shadows~Greyish hues and light filtering in through the fog~He did
133 Night | when ants awakened~In the final analysis you cannot write
134 Ode | Sit midpoint at the table~Find our names halfway down the
135 Sings | branch alone~And where is its flock~Which is the plaintive song~
136 Night | 12/7, No. 23~On the 12th floor of Residence 47, left wing~
137 Menu | martini with olives at the Florida Club~Don’t set the table,
138 Sings | its own~ With a flute in its beak and anguish~
139 Night | the mole~Which respectable folk chase with poison~To protect
140 Dark | became the boss~And joined forces with leader Y~The leader
141 Audio | politics~Oh no~Our goal is freedom~The department head took
142 Night | dawned, startled him and frightened him off~He did not get up
143 Cold | an accident~Lies in the frigid night~No dreams~No solemn
144 Cold | middle of the road~In the frozen night~And search~For a model
145 Cold | Cold~(Ftohtë)~Two headlights~Two policemen~
146 Ballad| at dawn he waited at the gate~For the postman to bring
147 Audio | department head took note~And gave us a startled look~They
148 Menu | macédonienne~And when it gets late~We’ll go back home~
149 Dark | with a dark hat~With dark gloves and a dark overcoat~Dark
150 Audio | involved in politics~Oh no~Our goal is freedom~The department
151 Ballad| buried him~And put on his grave a tombstone~Only one letter
152 Night | portrait you need shadows~Greyish hues and light filtering
153 Ode | Neither big nor small~Neither guilty nor innocent~We the mediocre~
154 | had
155 Dark | overcoat~Dark eyes dark hair dark eyebrows dark beard~
156 Ode | the table~Find our names halfway down the list~Speak up in
157 Wolf | forest~I saw only squirrels~Hares~Deer~Badgers~In the wilds
158 Dark | they took to the road~And hastening back to their den to divide
159 Audio | They come from a land of hatred~They want to be understood~
160 Night | in this world~And merits~Having two or three words~Written
161 Cold | Cold~(Ftohtë)~Two headlights~Two policemen~Keeping watch
162 Night | poison~To protect their healthy roots~You cannot write even
163 Night | long from the edge~To the heart of darkness~He belongs -
164 Dark | out on that bright day~The heavy fog covered their tracks~
165 Dark | X-times a host of fighters~Held a solemn banquet and set
166 | here
167 | himself
168 Night | you need shadows~Greyish hues and light filtering in through
169 Night | about him~Because he is not human but a mole feeding~On the
170 Ballad| he cried out to his own idols~He loitered in train stations,
171 Ballad| to the whole world~With imaginary addresses and confusing
172 Ballad| stopped living, he had no more ink~His quill dried up, his
173 Ode | small~Neither guilty nor innocent~We the mediocre~Equidistant
174 Audio | be understood~They don’t insist on love
175 Wolf | You can smell him~In his jaws~Are pieces of your life~~
176 Menu | Pizzeria~And have a pizza New Jersey~An escaloppe viennese at
177 Dark | band X became the boss~And joined forces with leader Y~The
178 Cold | headlights~Two policemen~Keeping watch over the cold night~
179 Night | the pristine well~Always keeps him blind~This is why he
180 Sings | The nightingale sings~(Këndon bilbili)~Who is that bird
181 Night | world~(Udhëtar i natës së kësaj bote)~He did not get up
182 Cold | over the cold night~A bird~Killed in an accident~Lies in the
183 Audio | Albanians~They come from a land of hatred~They want to be
184 Street| streetsweepers of Prishtina~(Larësit e Prishtinës)~Who could
185 | later
186 Menu | empty our bowels~In a Balkan latrine~~
187 Menu | go out for dinner~We’ll leave early~And come back late~
188 Ballad| grave a tombstone~Only one letter arrived at his address~The
189 Ballad| bota)~Every morning he sent letters off to the whole world~With
190 Ballad| messages~And on them he licked the stamps of his suffering~
191 Cold | bird~Killed in an accident~Lies in the frigid night~No dreams~
192 Ode | our names halfway down the list~Speak up in the middle of
193 Ode | Equidistant at middle-age~Live an average life~In the middle
194 Ballad| know~And one day he stopped living, he had no more ink~His
195 Night | second residential zone~Of local municipality number one
196 Ballad| out to his own idols~He loitered in train stations, anticipated
197 Night | employed~Married to a wife who loves him, with two or three children~
198 Dark | limousine~Broke into a shop in a luckless town~In the middle of the
199 Night | ballad, modern verse~Or short lyrics about him~He is someone
200 Menu | go to Parma’s~For a coupe macédonienne~And when it gets late~We’
201 Menu | ll have a cappuccino~At Marilyn’s cafeteria~And a martini
202 Menu | Marilyn’s cafeteria~And a martini with olives at the Florida
203 Night | does~He is quite prosaic on matters of poetry~You cannot write
204 Ode | Ode to mediocrity~(Odë mesit)~We the mediocre~
205 Ode | mezza voce~Were wrapped in medium-quality swaddling clothes~Neither
206 Audio | he said~As he came in to meet us~And desperate~They are
207 Menu | Balkan menu~(Meny ballkanik)~Don’t set
208 Menu | Balkan menu~(Meny ballkanik)~Don’t set the
209 Night | lives in this world~And merits~Having two or three words~
210 Ode | Ode to mediocrity~(Odë mesit)~We the mediocre~Were born
211 Ballad| addresses and confusing messages~And on them he licked the
212 Ode | somewhere in the middle~Cried in mezza voce~Were wrapped in medium-quality
213 Menu | go out for dinner~To the Miami Pizzeria~And have a pizza
214 Ode | blunted~We the mediocre~Eat at mid-day~Sit midpoint at the table~
215 Ode | mediocre~In the midst of mid-life~Build an average home~Neither
216 Ode | mediocre~Equidistant at middle-age~Live an average life~In
217 Ode | this century~And in the middling midst of the middle~We get
218 Ode | mediocre~Eat at mid-day~Sit midpoint at the table~Find our names
219 Ode | Tighten our belt at the midriff~Have a beauty spot amid
220 Night | wing~A proletarian with a milk bottle at the door every
221 Dark | dark administration~Dark ministers and a dark parliament~
222 Cold | frozen night~And search~For a model obituary~~
223 Night | You cannot write a ballad, modern verse~Or short lyrics about
224 Dark | dark den~Added up their money and found it worthwhile~
225 Menu | And a coupe royale~At the Montreal sidewalk cafe~In Benny’s
226 Night | criticizing the degenerate morals~Of the world in which he
227 Street| busy vaults~Of Europe’s morgue~~
228 Night | children~With two or three mortgages and an apartment~In the
229 Sings | Nor a song~What is that mourning so near which belongs to
230 Street| On tank tracks~With the mouths of little boys~Drinking
231 Night | residential zone~Of local municipality number one in region number
232 Audio | startled look~They look naive he said~As he came in to
233 Ode | midpoint at the table~Find our names halfway down the list~Speak
234 Night | of this world~(Udhëtar i natës së kësaj bote)~He did not
235 Sings | What is that mourning so near which belongs to us~Sing
236 Night | friends~To do his portrait you need shadows~Greyish hues and
237 Wolf | right beside you~He is your neighbour~You can smell him~In his
238 Menu | Pizzeria~And have a pizza New Jersey~An escaloppe viennese
239 Night | every day~And a roll of newspapers criticizing the degenerate
240 Night | Nighttime traveller of this world~(
241 Dark | bright day~(Baladë e zezë e një dite të bardhë)~The leader
242 Ballad| did not know~(Baladë për njeriun që nuk e njihte bota)~Every
243 Ballad| Baladë për njeriun që nuk e njihte bota)~Every morning he sent
244 Night | from the night~And travels nocturnally to reach the day’s end~He
245 Audio | The department head took note~And gave us a startled look~
246 Night | He is someone you never notice~From Building No. 7 of District
247 Night | suicide~The third time no one noticed~He stopped in the middle
248 Ballad| know~(Baladë për njeriun që nuk e njihte bota)~Every morning
249 Cold | night~And search~For a model obituary~~
250 Audio | ourselves~We said~We have been occupied~We would like to have a
251 Ode | Ode to mediocrity~(Odë mesit)~
252 Ode | Ode to mediocrity~(Odë mesit)~We the mediocre~Were
253 Audio | you involved in politics~Oh no~Our goal is freedom~The
254 Ode | married neither young nor old~We the mediocre~In the midst
255 Menu | cafeteria~And a martini with olives at the Florida Club~Don’
256 | ourselves
257 | over
258 Dark | With dark gloves and a dark overcoat~Dark eyes dark hair dark
259 Street| clotted veins~Which turn pale in the morning~In the eternally
260 Dark | Dark ministers and a dark parliament~ on a bright
261 Ballad| did not know~The funeral parlour buried him~And put on his
262 Menu | restaurant~And then go to Parma’s~For a coupe macédonienne~
263 Ballad| world did not know~(Baladë për njeriun që nuk e njihte
264 Wolf | smell him~In his jaws~Are pieces of your life~~
265 Menu | Miami Pizzeria~And have a pizza New Jersey~An escaloppe
266 Menu | for dinner~To the Miami Pizzeria~And have a pizza New Jersey~
267 Sings | is its flock~Which is the plaintive song~And which is the season~
268 Night | words~Written about him~In a poem~~
269 Night | respectable folk chase with poison~To protect their healthy
270 Dark | With a dark army and dark police and a dark administration~
271 Cold | Ftohtë)~Two headlights~Two policemen~Keeping watch over the cold
272 Audio | rest~Are you involved in politics~Oh no~Our goal is freedom~
273 Menu | sidewalk cafe~In Benny’s pool room~We’ll try a carom behind
274 Night | nor with friends~To do his portrait you need shadows~Greyish
275 Ballad| waited at the gate~For the postman to bring him replies~To
276 Ballad| know~He rose and bowed to present himself~With arms raised
277 Street| The streetsweepers of Prishtina~(Larësit e Prishtinës)~Who
278 Street| of Prishtina~(Larësit e Prishtinës)~Who could know the town
279 Night | sparkling waters of the pristine well~Always keeps him blind~
280 Night | Residence 47, left wing~A proletarian with a milk bottle at the
281 Night | everyone else does~He is quite prosaic on matters of poetry~You
282 Night | folk chase with poison~To protect their healthy roots~You
283 Audio | Audienca)~The head of the protocol department asked~What are
284 Menu | let’s go~Let’s have some punch~At the Admiral Bar~And a
285 Ballad| funeral parlour buried him~And put on his grave a tombstone~
286 Ballad| know~(Baladë për njeriun që nuk e njihte bota)~Every
287 Ballad| he had no more ink~His quill dried up, his typewriter
288 Night | everyone else does~He is quite prosaic on matters of poetry~
289 Ballad| present himself~With arms raised he cried out to his own
290 | rather
291 Night | And travels nocturnally to reach the day’s end~He did not
292 Night | the morning dew~The light reflecting in the sparkling waters
293 Night | municipality number one in region number three~And yet - he
294 Ballad| the postman to bring him replies~To his correspondence from
295 Ballad| after message, words and requests~Not a scrap of dust on his
296 Night | 23~On the 12th floor of Residence 47, left wing~A proletarian
297 Night | third district of the second residential zone~Of local municipality
298 Night | family of the mole~Which respectable folk chase with poison~To
299 Menu | escaloppe viennese at the Roma restaurant~And then go to Parma’s~For
300 Dark | up~A dark state with dark roads and dark towns~With a dark
301 Night | the door every day~And a roll of newspapers criticizing
302 Menu | escaloppe viennese at the Roma restaurant~And then go to
303 Night | but a mole feeding~On the rotting roots of this world~He is
304 Menu | Admiral Bar~And a coupe royale~At the Montreal sidewalk
305 Street| the town better~With the sandalled feet of children~On tank
306 Wolf | the wilds of the forest~I saw only squirrels~Hares~Deer~
307 Night | darkness~He belongs - as they say - to the family of the mole~
308 Ballad| words and requests~Not a scrap of dust on his typewriter~
309 Night | this world~(Udhëtar i natës së kësaj bote)~He did not get
310 Cold | In the frozen night~And search~For a model obituary~~
311 Sings | plaintive song~And which is the season~ That bird has
312 Night | the third district of the second residential zone~Of local
313 Ballad| friends who never came to see~The man the world did not
314 Ballad| njihte bota)~Every morning he sent letters off to the whole
315 Night | do his portrait you need shadows~Greyish hues and light filtering
316 Dark | dark limousine~Broke into a shop in a luckless town~In the
317 Night | ballad, modern verse~Or short lyrics about him~He is someone
318 Menu | coupe royale~At the Montreal sidewalk cafe~In Benny’s pool room~
319 Ballad| up, his typewriter fell silent~Who is this poor fellow?
320 Sings | The nightingale sings~(Këndon bilbili)~Who is
321 Ode | mediocre~Eat at mid-day~Sit midpoint at the table~Find
322 Night | This is why he does not sleep when the rest of us do~He
323 Ode | mediocre~Neither big nor small~Neither guilty nor innocent~
324 Wolf | is your neighbour~You can smell him~In his jaws~Are pieces
325 Sings | At singing on a solitary branch~ No friends
326 | some
327 Ode | Nor fell~We left a bit of space at the beginning~And at
328 Night | light reflecting in the sparkling waters of the pristine well~
329 Ode | names halfway down the list~Speak up in the middle of a conversation~
330 Ballad| typewriter~Not even the spiders came to rest in the room~
331 Ode | the midriff~Have a beauty spot amid our brow~We the mediocre~
332 Wolf | of the forest~I saw only squirrels~Hares~Deer~Badgers~In the
333 Ballad| And on them he licked the stamps of his suffering~The man
334 Ode | end of the road~And do not start at the beginning~But stand
335 Dark | banquet and set up~A dark state with dark roads and dark
336 Ballad| idols~He loitered in train stations, anticipated friends who
337 | stop
338 Street| The streetsweepers of Prishtina~(Larësit e
339 Ode | clever nor stupid~Neither strong nor weak~We the mediocre~
340 Ode | mediocre~Neither clever nor stupid~Neither strong nor weak~
341 Ballad| licked the stamps of his suffering~The man the world did not
342 Night | twice attempted to commit suicide~The third time no one noticed~
343 Night | did not get up when the sun rose~Nor was he born when
344 Ode | wrapped in medium-quality swaddling clothes~Neither expensive~
345 Street| sandalled feet of children~On tank tracks~With the mouths of
346 Dark | Baladë e zezë e një dite të bardhë)~The leader of the
347 Street| boys~Drinking water~From teargas cartridges~Who could know
348 | them
349 | there
350 | those
351 Ode | middle of a conversation~Tighten our belt at the midriff~
352 Night | commit suicide~The third time no one noticed~He stopped
353 Audio | are you involved in~We are tired I said~Alright, but what
354 Ballad| him~And put on his grave a tombstone~Only one letter arrived
355 Dark | with dark roads and dark towns~With a dark army and dark
356 Ballad| own idols~He loitered in train stations, anticipated friends
357 Night | Nighttime traveller of this world~(Udhëtar i
358 Night | him the day began in the trenches of the desperate~He arrived
359 Menu | Benny’s pool room~We’ll try a carom behind our backs~
360 Street| the clotted veins~Which turn pale in the morning~In the
361 Night | yet - he is sensitive~He twice attempted to commit suicide~
362 Night | traveller of this world~(Udhëtar i natës së kësaj bote)~He
363 Wolf | The wolf~(Ujku)~In the wilds of the forest~
364 Audio | of hatred~They want to be understood~They don’t insist on love
365 Night | No. 7 of District No. 3, Unit CX 12/7, No. 23~On the 12th
366 Street| morning~In the eternally busy vaults~Of Europe’s morgue~~
367 Street| one~More than the clotted veins~Which turn pale in the morning~
368 Menu | New Jersey~An escaloppe viennese at the Roma restaurant~And
369 Ode | the middle~Cried in mezza voce~Were wrapped in medium-quality
370 Sings | That bird has a voice adept~ At singing
371 Ballad| know~Every day at dawn he waited at the gate~For the postman
372 Ode | the middle~We the mediocre~Walk right through the middle
373 Audio | from a land of hatred~They want to be understood~They don’
374 | was
375 Street| town better~Than those who wash it at night~And cannot cleanse
376 Night | everyone else~Nor has he ever washed his face in the morning
377 Cold | headlights~Two policemen~Keeping watch over the cold night~A bird~
378 Street| of little boys~Drinking water~From teargas cartridges~
379 Night | reflecting in the sparkling waters of the pristine well~Always
380 Ode | stupid~Neither strong nor weak~We the mediocre~Neither
381 Ode | an average home~Neither wealthy nor poor~We the mediocre~
382 Dark | the leader of X Y and Z a week later~With three deputies
383 | well
384 | where
385 | why
386 Ballad| from someone in the far wide world~The man the world
387 Night | and employed~Married to a wife who loves him, with two
388 Night | floor of Residence 47, left wing~A proletarian with a milk
389 | without
390 Dark | divide the loot~The dark won out on that bright day~The
391 Dark | their money and found it worthwhile~The leader of the band X
392 Sings | Which is neither a wound~ Nor a song~What
393 Street| night~And cannot cleanse its wounds~No one~More than the clotted
394 Ode | Cried in mezza voce~Were wrapped in medium-quality swaddling
395 Night | Having two or three words~Written about him~In a poem~~
396 Dark | hat~With X deputies and X-times a host of fighters~Held
397 Dark | Then the leader of the band XYZABC with a dark hat~With X deputies
398 Ode | mediocre~Get married neither young nor old~We the mediocre~
399 Dark | Became the leader of X Y and Z a week later~With three
400 Dark | for a bright day~(Baladë e zezë e një dite të bardhë)~The
401 Night | of the second residential zone~Of local municipality number