Let the moon go down from skies,
Let the heavens close their eyes,
Let the people find their aime,
Let the Satan play his game.
Through the night I fly above
Wealth and hunger, pain and love.
Someone cries fnd someone laughs,
Kissed by Death, somebody coughs.
Killed by sun, the flowers drown,
Lives go down, compeletely down.
Someone smiles, but then turns back
To the war and sees a crack.
Stop the fight and let it go,
Yes, in life it happens so,
That the person wants to live
When there's something to receive.
chaos
© Copyright: Лана Захарова, 2006
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