I ate the grass, did you?

By Andi Mustafaj 

I ate the grass, did you?

I ate the grass,

It had a bitter taste at first.

Some looked at me with surprise,

Others ready for a deal.

I chewed the grass,

Slowly it turned sour.

They attacked me, they insulted me,

I kept my dignity high.

I swallowed the grass,

I didn't feel any change.

I am used to hypocrisy,

pressure became food.

The third is grass,

I felt even freer.

My eyes shone with pride,

Head held high, back straight.

The grass is gone, forgotten,

My values ​​remained.

Maybe the grass wasn't bad,

Only the eyes of others made us angry.

I did well to eat it,

character knows how to go far,

to try everywhere

that freedom is a bell.

When it falls, we respond.

as high and as hard as possible.

We ate grass for five years,

Today the truth came to port.