Under the bridge where water drips into the drain
I sit alone, my world is not the same.
Looking through the burning fire,
Waiting for what god is gonna give tonight.
Well, I have a blanket...and fire...
It’s would be nice to feel not hungry sometimes.
I sit alone, buried in my thoughts,
Looking over the city that doesn’t need me anymore.
Light up cigarette...life is no too bad.
When fire dies on me I put a gun to my head.
And with sound of the train that passing by
I’ll say: “...please, forgive me Lord but I am not changing my mind...”
Under the bridge where water dripping into the drain
Ghost sits alone, under star’s light, with his last dream
Looking over city that he couldn’t win...
November 11, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
Under the bridge where water drips into the drain
© Copyright: Андрей Прудников, 2006
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