I can’t hold myself when the music starts.
I should say “enough” but I shouldn’t feel.
Flame has gone away, time is up before,
Thing we could explain, or at least just store.
Wall of memories’ stoned with destiny,
They’ve gone to unite no one’s been against.
Smashing our hearts is what they was made for
We shan’t die alone, they won’t allow us.
I am free to learn, I am free to think.
I will never call it predictable.
It creates somewhere lots of replica.
I can’t help us now I can’t hold myself.
Let the music start
2003
Unshaped
© Copyright: Георгий Михайлович Яшин, 2005
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