A dreamless night, a lightless day
The time that always slips away
Slips through my fingers like a wind
That is the matter of what I did.
I stopped the life, just like the time
But I’m not guilty about my crime
They say I always bite the dust
But it’s not them, whom can I trust.
Now on my knees, I’ve downed my head
And I’m lying crying in the bed
My judges came to me that night
Begged for surrender with no fight.
But my head’s clear, my eyes are bright
Love flows through me filling with light
I will not fight but I shall win
A torn is nothing but a sin.
A torn
© Copyright: Алан Гацунаев, 2007
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