Papusza Poem by duncan neill

I shall be skinned alive,
My people left naked to the elements,
but who knows,
Maybe we will grow a new skin,
even more beautiful than before,
Even though i be marhime,
I declare myself free of crime,
Just struggling to surive,
Cleansed, renewed, skinned alive,

Skinned alive driven from my tribe,
left to roam,
exile is what they proscribe,
Skinned alive,
A new skin,
A new form,

Rom and Gorja,
Bloodlines mixed,
Nothing remains fixed,
trying to return home to no place,
O Lungo Drom,
The long road,

The end of time,
Let it come,
It matters not,
The long road leads us on,
To no place we shall return,
As all will burn,
I am skinned alive,

There is only movement,
No stability,
No sercurity,
No problem,
Except for us,
So many stand on their morals and make a fuss,
Reliving their stress by making us less,

We are more than just this skin,
More than just a people,
It's deeper than that,
In blood, in sweat, in tears,
In your worst fears,
Undenied,
Never even tried,
Skinned forever,
Never said never,
Never gave a f**k,
spit at the magpie to turn bad luck,

So even if i am skinned alive,
My people shall surive,
and grow a new skin,
Even more beautiful than before,
Our Kumpania grow stronger,
Dav opre, Drabarav,
I maybe marhime,
but i am free of crime,
just struggling to surive,
Cleansed, renewed, Skinned alive.