Erase, rewind, start with the new recording
An easy path when you don’t like the sounds
The real is tune, no falsity, no cacophony
But I can’t stand the way my life resounds
A bit of loneliness, some scent of desperation
A lot of aimlessness, whole lot of disbelief
A touch of grey ( My skies are often low
And days are pale as an autumn leaf)
There is a solvent for an oil paintings
When words are wrong, the ‘backspace’ button’s here
Erase, rewind and start to live all over
Oh, you are laughing, aren’t you, my dear?
Erase, rewind
© Copyright: Таня Канарейкина, 2002
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