they cried:"stop stearin' at us!
we're too tired to look back!"
but I didn't want to get less.
I want Paul's cut'n'blood head.
they cried:"we're just stupid stars!
we're what you wany us to be!"
and I knew that Paul's still with us.
he's old,he's mad and he's free.
they cried:"we're cradle of life,
so we want to see from you respect."
and I just saw him passin' by,
I still feel him holdin' my hand.
they had finally nothing to say
and my wishes came to their end.
the most wanted was share his way,
but the mostest' was be more than fan.
The Ballad of Paul and Me
© Copyright: Настенька Крупская, 2008
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