After forty thousand years of wandering
Wind was coming home to his old Mother,
On the final dose of oxygen and sleep.
Hug and kiss me, Ma,
I am home again.
I am dying now
And be aware -
Dare not to look,
Look in to the eyes
of Hurricane.
Forty thousand years in fairy tale,
Stars have endowed me for being there
Power of the Ocean, heart that cannot love.
I'm no longer weeping
With the rain,
But then I notice sails,
I am causing pain,
Slaughter and Demise,
Agony bring eyes
of Hurricane.
Hurricane ураган агата кристи
© Copyright: Савелий Закатов, 2004
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