Beating Around The Bush

Bad weather and spring,
eighty nothing,
a champion is afraid of losing,
take your cross singing and not sighing.

I am now beings we grieve and atone miracles nothing,
neither by the bed of a skull dazzling,
god has given women crying,
a dead crowned his only nothing.

Rain, wind, sea gulls wandering hunting,
obtain the result of morning,
under your feet a hawk wing,
naturally you want to keep every thing in his being.

Darkness withdrew his fire toward the beginning,
tears saying,
handwashing,
every age has its learning.

Be free, in short, it is not to do nothing,
undo the fog of waiting,
seize the time, ah let me not take anything,
happiness is love, nothing.


Avoiding the main topic. Not speaking directly about the issue.