I want to live in paradise
Which runs and rolls thru shady skies.
I fill my breath and smile my face
To see the wonders there take place.
Hey you, Commander of the Sky -
Why don't you take me to get high?
I feel no weakness and I cry:
Oh, God - I wish to be in Rhye.
In someone's soul the bliss I've found -
It seems the heaven on the ground
And the moist bodies will unite
To share and joy their warmth and light.
We live in own memories.
I hear the call: "Hey, brother, please -
Don't run and wait for us a while -
We either wanna be in Rhye."
In times when everything is gone
And last alive will stay alone
And leave away the empty land -
The Human History will end.
The day of final Justice Court
The skies will split to see Milord.
Which will come down to the ground
To see... just nobody around.
3.1.2000
Paradise
© Copyright: Сергей Чурюкин, 2008
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