Down still Lethe River
All duties are payed.
The beast snoring at my feet,
Gonna forget the day.
But never to be free,
Not to relieve this pain.
I'm frightened and cry,
The dark in my mind.
Drifting away...
The Water is high.
Gliding down still Lethe River...
Hushing, tranquil Lethe River.
Oars gently stroking dismal tank,
See you standing on the bank.
Going ahead...
You know it's too late.
I look behind and see two monks,
Clotted blood on their fangs.
They're calling me back
To hang a stone round my neck.
On and on, never to stop
On and on, hide me, river lop!
Drifting away...
M o n k s
"Не's our prey!"
The charming look
Of an armored spook.
A hunchbacked maiden in white
Singing a mournful song.
Now I can see the light,
I'm away and gone.
The place is so familiar...
Surely have been seen before.
I don't afraid of it anymore
Drifting away...
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Рона Тея Мун 27.05.2007 04:15 Заявить о нарушении
Рона Тея Мун 28.05.2007 00:59 Заявить о нарушении
уже как-нибудь назвали?
Дмитрий Сучков 28.05.2007 18:10 Заявить о нарушении
Рабочее название группы: "Voice of space"
Рона Тея Мун 03.06.2007 03:19 Заявить о нарушении