No, it's not your face!
It's a mask full of disgrace,
Empty bottom of youe smile,
Gimme more, fill in profile.
So cold, so beautiful space creature,
I haven't met before, but met ya,
So long ago, great trip of love,
On Earth, in mud, my skills above.
It's just a dream of windy corners,
Of loneliness and sadness of the dark,
We are polite and so far foreigners,
Can we remember that green park?
Our life is running chain of suffer,
I know, I'm crying every day, what's after?
I'm leaving my tears for light in you,
I'm looking for fears, for insane crew.
Rock, baby, your turn to do it now,
So crasy, so high in quest of love,
So sympathetic to hamburger's Cow,
I'm waiting for show, throwing down my glove.
You are great!
© Copyright: Дхармасоул, 2008
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