What kind of sense to be hero
In madness kingdom?
Where hero's are too many
Cannot be myself
Cannot be out of mind
Where here a middle?
Nobody doesn't understand
What for did you need these?
With blue eyes
and with cold
in the breast.
If don't have a money, flat and car.
For these you are nothing.
For the rest,you guy is
Only grain of sand in the foamy sea,
But just stop storming
You gone down to the bottom
Give oneself up to oblivion,
Concrete walls of tomb.
Noone Knocking to the door
What kind of sense run up
And knock against the wall
But early or lately
When you will be tired from it,
From this dirty life,
And smells of death will be heavy
While you will be understand certainly
How it is useless
Yourself to drag out of the
END!
Sorrows
© Copyright: Кирилл Струнов, 2006
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