(Автосугестивна песна за растење коса)

англиски:

Auto-suggestive Poem for Hair Growing

My hair grows so fast
it is like the story
about the magic pea
I go to sleep with short hair
and wake up all entangled in hair
that flows over the balcony
floods my yard
and the yard of my neighbors
the thick locks intermingle
with the trees in the orchard
the umbrella is entangled in it
silver streams flow down the street
for sure the neighbors today
will be late for work
Oh, how deadly is this overgrowth
to the inhabitants of Skopje
the radio tell that
the hair is growing further on and covers the state
and the neighboring states have called
for a state of emergency
their citizens are waiting at the border
with scissors in their hands
or are moving out
to faraway kingdoms
there is danger the whole Earth
to be covered with brown hair
the USA are already adapting settlements on
the Moon
not even the most hefty hairdressers
can not shape this thing
and no one can reach me
to cut this hair
my room and my house
have long ago cracked apart from the weight
and my city has become the epicenter
of an international disaster