Butterfly flies around the world.
Music grips everyone’s heart.
My beautiful soul is kind of gold
Shinning on sun in the yard.
I know, I can, I will survive.
I’ll save the world and stay alive.
The best thing I can do for you
Is meet you once and stay with you.
The free, loose flight.
The empty night.
The need to fight.
And weird light.
We know exactly, it will die,
By sniper killed in daylight.
From frame and glass will look at light
And never fly in midnight.
Oh, sorry me, my love, for pain.
I’ll never forget you, you know.
I’ll feel the guilt and never again
I’ll smile in my life, my crow…
From the dream
© Copyright: Алеся Быконя, 2005
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как жаль что я не знаю язык на таком уровне чтобы понять красоту этого творения
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