Sitting on the chair...
Liying down the deck...
Dreaming of someone who’s fair...
Who can stop my lack...
All fucked up in my life...
Success is killing me down...
And only if I can recognize...
YOU...in our small town...
I’ll be the happiest person...
Instead of any problems of mine...
And I think it will be so...
Because I’m changing and I spine...
Around everyday’s problems...
I’m getting them away...
I can be well always...
Hmm...Now, maybe, I’m insane?...=)
English eight...
© Copyright: Александр Куракин, 2006
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