Empty cities, empty places
empty streets and empty faces,
no hope for tomorrow,
no love and no more sorrow,
my wings are broken,I can't fly,
no more strengh even to cry,
in the streets it is too cold,
tickets for happiness are no more sold,
I'm afraid and I beware.
I'm alone.Forever.
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Вячеслав Михайлин 07.12.2006 03:05 Заявить о нарушении