Peace of sheet

Бибр Бибарадум
I wonder why
Should I be shy
And never send
My dreams to fly?

Why should I work
Instead of walk
And keep my smile
Round the clock?

Oh, daily wars
With wild wheeled whores
And horses
Of department stores!

I hate my hat,
My rented flat,
I’d buy a hut
Or some like that!

To laugh? To spit?
The things I need –
Sun of a beach
And peace of sheet!