Down, down, down the soul
I fly right to somewhere cold,
Somewhere meaningless and little…
I feel so burned and bitten.
I can’t understand, what happened?
I was almost, almost happy,
In a way I’m still the same,
But… my soul changed it’s name.
So – down, down the soul…
Somewhere meaningless and cold…
Down the Soul
© Copyright: Марина Бескрылая, 2004
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