When I've been loosing my lucky lot -
Trumps into my living base,
I take a sin in the little boat,
Then I can float to His place.
That place where no any traffic roads,
Where is the small poor hut.
There have been living without words
My great invisible God.
I reach the shore just before the rain,
Quietly knock at the door,
Call the Creator's name but in vain,
'Cause someone lives here no more.
So it looked like I have come too late,
Noone could let me come in.
I've fought too much like a crazy lad
But all the time couldn't win.
Princes have turned into paupers ones,
Darkness have crawled in the heart.
You'd never live, never go advance
If you have lost your great God.
When I ve Been Loosing The Lucky Lot
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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Oh, Great Scot! I wanted to write a review, but somewhat is happening to my PC! Sorry, it's down to Mr. Valery's one, sorry.
Владислав Тимошин 18.03.2008 13:22 • Заявить о нарушении
Владислав Тимошин 18.03.2008 13:22 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you very much, Vlad, for your interesting ideas. "God's not a toy" - that's sound like a motto or a credo.
Thanks a lot and best regards.
Yuriy
Юрий Розвадовский 19.03.2008 03:06 Заявить о нарушении
Thanks a lot and best regards.
Yuriy
Юрий Розвадовский 19.03.2008 03:06 Заявить о нарушении
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