Yesterday life was finished
All debts were paid for all
But still the shore and the river
Are not going to call.
Yesterday there was a perpose
To drag your soul weight
Today there is no river
And wisdom is coming too late.
You’re calling your own anger
On the heads which didn’t kill you
When you decided to go
And cross this river through.
The soul remaind here
And you couldn’t make up words
To get your grave and the river
Not yet killed by their swords
Волкодав
© Copyright: Эль Ва, 2006
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