I still remember eyes of yours,
I see them every lonesome night.
But all the rest is just in mist,
I have to throw there piece of light.
I never wanted to be famous,
Consider not myself as god.
But sometimes I am very lazy,
Sometimes I have on shoes the mud.
I like to walk, I like to stroll,
I like to breathe the air that fresh.
Sometimes, again, I feel my faults,
Sometimes I have no signs of cash.
My words are usually like air,
They mean just nothing, rubbish-like.
I have with you no time to spare,
No time to ride the yellow bike.
7 months ago
Golden one
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You see, I want to be with you,
And ride a bike, or go by bus.
But lost most words, which so long knew -
There are no more "we", "our", "us".
Кузьмук Татьяна 26.10.2010 17:28 • Заявить о нарушении
And ride a bike, or go by bus.
But lost most words, which so long knew -
There are no more "we", "our", "us".
Кузьмук Татьяна 26.10.2010 17:28 • Заявить о нарушении