People think, that I’m mad,
That I lost everything I had:
I lost my head, I lost my mind,
I lost the everything I find.
They think that I’m crazy now,
That I’m stupid… Tell me how?
How can I said that it is true,
That I did everything for you.
It doesn’t matter it’s all past,
It doesn’t interesting, at last.
But I would live, I would be free,
I would be fly, and he will see.
I woul be live
© Copyright: Екатерина Прохоренко, 2006
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