Wish to inhale, wish to inhale
Into my chest the fresh air through the pale.
Wish to inhale.
Life's rushing on with the car groans and moans.
Stop-stop, the world of the backs and the horns.
Life's rushing on.
Where is my stay? Where is my stay
In the incredible terrible way?
I'm only trust for my breathing the best
Into my chest...
Wish To Inhale
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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