Little boy playing with knife,
Little girl playing with boy.
Our dirty little gray lifes,
Only reason to live is joy.
Every day, every night,
In my mind I see one sight.
It is our dirty meaningless lifes,
I see all our horror wishes.
I see someone's vagrant eyes,
Then pretty girl walking by,
His longing look on sexy thighs,
But this lust is for only one night...
I see girl's dream full of tenderness,
But tomorrow she'll understand,
What is the man's rudeness.
Dream like a breakable glass...
I'm not a devil, I'm not a god,
Just a man, what opened his eyes,
The huge antheap became our world.
This thoughts in my mind like a knifes...
Huge antheap
© Copyright: Alexandr Nevinni, 2003
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