December, 2002
Every morning
Every day
I get up and
Too much afraid
It could be possible,
I think, to understand
What is my way…
I try to sleep
My brain is working
I try to work
But falling down
And maybe I want
To love YOU
And thinking not about my soul…
The other version…
Every night and
Every day
I want to sleep
But a little afraid
I hope
You are here
But not in this time
We playing together
In such strange game
This life is a play
And we are the actors
Nobody knows
Who under the mask
What kind of person
Is covered in fact…
Life play
© Copyright: Санторин Музыка Крыш, 2003
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